THE PLOTTERS
After Curly had been dumped unceremoniously beyond the Golden Crest, and sternly ordered never to return, he had sped hurriedly forward. He was careless whither his steps led, so long as he was away from Glen West and that frowning mountain ridge. Fear still possessed his soul, and he believed that he had escaped death as if by a miracle. He was so frightened that he did not realise how tired and hungry he was until he had done a considerable distance, stumbling at every step, and at times falling p.r.o.ne upon the ground. His bruises he hardly felt until he had almost reached the foot of the long slope down which he was speeding. Then a great weakness came upon him, and his body trembled.
Then he knew that he was very hungry and a long way from Big Draw.
What should he do? How could he drag his tired body any farther through the night, with no trail to guide him? In fact, he did not know where he was. Then the terrible truth flashed upon his mind that he was lost. This brought him to his senses, and his terror vanished.
In its stead, a burning rage swept upon him, filled his heart, and made him once more a brute thirsting for revenge. Before his distorted vision rose the mocking face of Jim Weston, and a deep growling curse spued from his lips. Then he saw Glen standing with Reynolds by the side of the street, and turning swiftly around he faced the Golden Crest, and lifting his dirty bleeding right hand, he shook his clenched fist, and hurled forth a stream of terrible imprecations. But every word sent forth came back with a startling clearness from the mysterious depths of the brooding forest. Nature could not contain such language within her unsullied bosom, but returned it immediately to the vile source from whence it came.
When Curly"s rage had somewhat spent itself, he began to meditate upon swift and dire revenge. But first of all he needed food, and a.s.sistance from someone as base as himself. Big Draw could supply him with the former, but he had no idea where he could find the latter. He thought of Slim Fales, his recent companion. Him, however, he soon dismissed from his mind as unsuitable. Slim had not suffered as he had, and would not enter heartily into any proposal he might make.
And, besides, Slim had fled and left him to his fate. No, he must find someone as desperate as himself upon whom he could thoroughly depend.
This feeling of revenge gave Curly new strength. He must reach Big Draw, obtain food, and make whatever plans would be necessary. Once more he headed for the valley, lying dark and sullen below. By following this, he expected to reach the big creek on which the mining camp was situated.
Arriving ere long at the bottom of the hill, he moved as fast as possible down the creek. There was no trail to guide him, and it was with much difficulty that he made his way through the forest, which was here thick and scrubby. So painful did this at last become, that he was forced to follow the little brook which flowed down the valley.
This, too, was rough, and at times he was compelled to walk in the water. But there were no trees to bother him, so he accordingly made better progress.
He had thus gone some distance when, rounding a bend in the creek, he was surprised to see directly before him the light of a camp fire.
Hope at first leaped into his heart. Then he became cautious, for he could not tell whether it was the stopping place of friend or foe.
Carefully now he advanced, and when near enough to recognize the face of a man sitting before the blaze, he emitted a whoop, and rushed forward.
At this startling sound from the grimness of the forest, the lone camper started, seized his rifle, and leaped to his feet.
"Who are you?" he demanded. "Stop, or I"ll shoot."
"It"s only me," Curly hastened to reply, as he stepped forth, into the circle of light. "Ye wouldn"t shoot a friend, would ye, Dan?"
The latter lowered his rifle, and stared with undisguised surprise upon his visitor.
"Well, fer the love of heaven!" he exclaimed, scanning closely the wretched creature who had so unexpectedly appeared. "Where did you drop from? and what has happened?"
"Give me something to eat," Curly gasped, "an" then I"ll tell ye. I"m almost dead."
Laying aside his rifle, the other opened a bag nearby and produced several hard-tack biscuits. Like a ravenous beast Curly seized and devoured them.
"More, more," he begged.
"I"m short myself," Dan informed him, as he again thrust his hand into the bag. "There, take them," and he tossed over two more biscuits.
When Curly had eaten the last crumb, he searched into a hole in his jacket and brought forth an old blackened pipe.
"Got any tobacco, Dan? Mine"s all gone."
Without a word the latter pa.s.sed him part of a plug.
"A match," was the next request.
"What d"ye think I am?" was the curt reply; "a store? Get a light fer yourself," and Dan motioned to the fire. "I can"t spare any matches."
Curly did as he was ordered, lighted his pipe with a small burning stick, and then stretched himself out before the fire. He was a sorry looking spectacle, and Dan watched him curiously.
"What"s the matter, Curly?" he asked. "Where have you been?"
"Where d"ye think I"ve been?" was the surly reply. "Where do I look as if I"d been? To a Garden Party?"
"Well, no, judging by your appearance. Haven"t been mauled by a grizzly, have you?"
"No, worse than a grizzly. I"ve been in the hands of devils, that"s where I"ve been. And his Satanic majesty was there, too."
"H"m, it"s rather early, isn"t it, Curly?" and Dan grinned.
"Early! What d"ye mean?"
"Nothing, except that ye didn"t expect to meet the devil an" his bunch until ye cashed in, did ye?"
"Oh, I see. But we"ll be pardners, then, Dan, never fear. But if the devil an" his gang are any worse than the ones at Glen West, then the outlook isn"t very bright for either of us."
"So you"ve been in Jim Weston"s hands, eh?" Dan queried, while his eyes closed to a narrow squint.
"Should say I have, an" just barely escaped. It was terrible!"
Curly"s hands trembled, and into his eyes came a look of fear as he glanced apprehensively around. "Ye don"t suppose they"ve followed me, do you?"
"Don"t be a fool," Dan chided. "D"ye want me to tell ye something?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
"Jim Weston and his Indian gang were only bluffing."
"Bluffing!"
"That"s what I said. Look here, Curly, they did the same thing to me, and scared me nearly to death when I was prowling around Glen West. I thought fer certain that I had escaped just by the skin of me teeth.
But since I"ve talked with several others who were treated in the same way, I know that the whole thing is a bluff, an" nothin" more."
Curly"s eyes were big with amazement, and slowly he comprehended the meaning of it all.
"An" ye think they wouldn"t burn a man alive?" he gasped.
"No. Take my word fer it, they have never done such a thing yet, an"
never will. Jim Weston wants to keep all white men away from Glen West, an" so he puts up that bluff. It"s on account of his daughter.
He knows that more than you an" me have their eyes on her. That"s what took you there, wasn"t it?"
"Sure. D"ye think it"d be anything else than a woman that would put me into such a sc.r.a.pe?"
"An" didn"t get her after all. That"s too bad."
"But I will get her," Curly declared with an oath. "That slick gentleman sucker isn"t going to have her."
"Who d"ye mean?"
"Oh, you know, don"t ye? It"s that guy who knocked off the bottles.
He"s at Glen West now, an" very chummy with Jim Weston"s daughter."