IV.
And now, with such confirmation of the truth of the story of an Apache raid, the paymaster thought it only right to release Moreno from the duress in which Sergeant Feeny had placed him. When so old an inhabitant of Arizona as Mr. Harvey gave entire credence to the report; recognized the note as really his son"s handiwork and hastened at all speed to overtake the pursuers, what room for doubt could be left in the mind of a new-comer to the soil? It was time, thought Plummer, to form an alliance, offensive and defensive, with the Mexican denizens of the ranch against the enemy common to both. But again Feeny shook his head in solemn protest.
"I may have been wrong as to the Apaches, sir, but I can"t be mistaken as to Moreno. He"s in the pay of the Morales brothers, even if not an active member of the gang. He is lurking in there now, I"ll warrant you, with two or three of them in hiding, waiting for the coming of the main body. They"d "a" been here before this, perhaps, if it hadn"t been for the Apache story. They"re more afraid of one of Cochises"s band than of all the sheriffs from Tucson to Tacoma. I wish the rest of Harvey"s people would get here," he continued, looking longingly out into the darkness. "Unless they are of better stuff than most of these mule-whackers in the Territory, you won"t catch them hustling out alone trying to find their master this night. And yet, what use would they be to us?"
Plummer turned anxiously away and gave himself up to thought. Nothing but a faint glimmer now remained of the beacon-light. All was still as the grave about the lonely rancho. Walking over to the eastward door he entered the dark room, and was instantly hailed by the voice of his clerk.
"You"re there, are you, Dawes?" he asked. "Not getting sleepy, I hope."
"Not a whit, major; I couldn"t, even if I hadn"t slept most of the day. I"m sitting here on the safe with a Colt"s six-shooter in each hand. If old Moreno"s door cracks, by gad! I"ll let drive."
"Well, that"s all right; but suppose they come around through the corral to this door?"
"I"m ready. I came within an ace of blazing away at you, but I happened to recognize your figure and step just in the nick of time."
A low whistle without broke up the colloquy. Plummer waddled off in the direction of the sound.
"What is it, sergeant?"
"They"re coming, sir. Harvey"s men, I mean. Will you deliver his message?"
"Just as you say; why shouldn"t you?"
"It"ll have so much more effect from your lips, major. They may mis...o...b.. me."
Far out on the trail the quick-tripping hoofs of mules could now be heard. Presently a horseman shot up out of the gloom.
"Halt there!" sung out Feeny. "Whose party"s this?"
"Harvey"s, Tucson. Looking for Moreno"s. Are we near?"
"You"re there now, but you can"t stop. Mr. Harvey wants you to come right along after him. He has taken the trail to the Christobal, where the Indians have carried off his daughters."
The man fairly reeled in saddle, shocked at the dreadful tidings.
"When?--how did it happen? Who"s gone with him?"
"Some time this morning, from all we can learn. Two squads of cavalry are on the trail, one with Ned Harvey, the other just out from here at dark. The old man and George followed them as soon as they got in.
Who"s with you?"
"Two Mexicans, that"s all; they"re no account. I"d best leave them here with the mules. They"re just behind and have been scared to death already."
And so in ten minutes two more of the low-caste, half-breed Mexicans were added to the paymaster"s garrison, and Sergeant Feeny"s brief exposition of the situation at the ranch only delayed the incoming American long enough to water his horse and stow a little grain in a sack.
"I wouldn"t wonder a d.a.m.ned bit if the Morales gang _were_ around here," was his discomforting a.s.surance. "None of "em have been seen about Tucson for a week before we left. Wish I could stay and stand by you, but my first duty is with Mr. Harvey. I"ve been in his employ nigh on to eight years."
"What sort of looking man is Ned Harvey?" persisted the sergeant, still hopeful of some fraud.
"Tall, dark, smooth face; looks like a Spaniard almost. I never saw anybody who resembled him hereabouts. I"m afraid it"s no plant. I don"t want to offend you, sergeant, but I wish to G.o.d it _was_ all the Morales gang"s doings and that it was only your money they were after.
If it"s Apaches and they have got the old man"s children, he"ll never get over it."
"By heaven!" muttered Feeny to himself, as the loyal fellow put spurs to his horse and disappeared,--"by heaven! I begin to believe it"s both."
And now with gloomy face the sergeant returned to where he had left Major Plummer watching the westward trail. A brief word at the door-way a.s.sured him the clerk was still alert and ready. A pause under the open window, high above the ground, of the room where slept Moreno"s wife and daughter, if they slept at all, told him that all was silence there if not slumber, and then he joined his superior.
"That fellow was of the right sort, sergeant," said Plummer. "I wish we had one or two like him."
"I wish we had, sir; those Greasers are worse than no guards at all.
They"ll sit there in the corral and smoke _papellitos_ by the hour, and brag about how they fought their way through the Apaches with Harvey"s mules; but for our purpose they"re worse than useless. At the first sign of an attack they"d be stampeding out into the darkness, and that"s the last we"d see of them. Heard anything further out this way, sir?"
"Why, confound it! yes. I try to convince myself it"s only imagination; but two or three times, far out there towards the Picacho, I"ve heard that whip cracking. I have felt sure there was a hammering sound, as though some one were pounding on a wagon-tire.
Once I was sure I heard a horse snort. _That_ I was in a measure expecting. If those fellows mean to attack, they"ll come mounted, of course; but what wagon would they have?"
"One of Ceralvo"s, perhaps, to cart off the safe in, if they couldn"t bust into it here."
"There! Hark now, sergeant! didn"t you hear?" suddenly spoke the major, throwing up a warning hand.
Both men held their breath, listening intently. For a moment nothing but the beating of their own hearts served to give the faintest sound.
Then, out to the west, under the starlit vault of the heavens, somewhere in that black expanse of desert, plainly and distinctly there rose the measured sound of iron or stone beating on iron.
Whether it were tire or linch-pin, hame or brake, something metallic about a wagon or buck-board was being pounded into place or shape.
"It"s them, sir," muttered the sergeant; "it"s that b.l.o.o.d.y gang, for there"s no stage due to-night, and if it was Harvey"s ambulance, recaptured, "tis from the northeast it would be coming."
"Mightn"t they have missed the trail in the darkness, and, having no ranch lights to guide them, got lost somewhere out there?"
"Not likely, sir; shure there"d be a squad of the troop and half a dozen old hands with "em if it was Harvey"s. This has come from the pa.s.s, and it won"t be long before they"ll be coming ahead. You"ll need your carbine then. d.a.m.n that man Mullan! can"t I wake him yet?"
Apparently not; even the well-directed kick only evoked a groan.
Taking a couple of carbines, Feeny returned to the major, silently handing him one of the weapons, saying, "It"s loaded, sir, and here"s more cartridges."
Then again both men listened intently.
No sound now. The hammering had ceased. One--two minutes they waited, then nearer at hand than before, clear, sharp, and distinct, out from the darkness came the unmistakable crack of a whip. At the sound Feeny knelt. Click, click went the hammer of his carbine to full c.o.c.k.
Another moment of breathless silence. Then the m.u.f.fled sound of hoofs, the creak of wagon-springs, then a voice,--
"It can"t be far away. Ride ahead and see if you can"t rout somebody out."
And then Feeny"s challenge again rang out on the still night air, followed instantly by m.u.f.fled sound of stir and excitement in the ranch behind them.
"Who comes there?"
"h.e.l.lo! What"s that? Who"s that? Is that Moreno?"
"Who comes _there_, I say? Halt! or I"ll fire."
"For G.o.d"s sake don"t fire, man; we"ve got ladies here."