"We fought him."
"Then say your prayers, Masters."
"Say prayers for the Pedlar, you fool," said Masters bitterly. "He"s dead, and Donnegan"s still living!"
There was a faint cry from Nelly Lebrun. She sank into her chair again.
"We"ve been double-crossed," said Masters, still looking at the girl. "I was going down the gulch the way we planned. I come to the narrow place where the cliffs almost touch, and right off the wall above me drops a wildcat. I thought it was a cat at first. And then I found it was Donnegan.
"The way he hit me from above knocked me off the horse. Then we hit the ground. I started for my gun; he got it out of my hand; I pulled my knife. He got that away, too. His fingers work with steel springs and act like a cat"s claws. Then we fought barehanded. He didn"t say a word.
But kept snarling in his throat. Always like a cat. And his face was devilish. Made me sick inside. Pretty soon he dived under my arms. Got me up in the air. I came down on my head.
"Of course I went out cold. When I came to there was still a mist in front of my eyes and this lump on the back of my head. He"d figured that my head was cracked and that I was dead. That"s the only reason he left me. Later I climbed on my hoss and fed him the spur.
"But I was too late. I took the straight cut for the ford, and when I got there I found that Donnegan had been there before me. Joe Rix was lyin" on the floor. When he got to the shack Donnegan was waitin" for him. They went for their guns and Donnegan beat him to it. The hound didn"t shoot to kill. He plugged him through both shoulders, and left him lyin" helpless. But I got a couple of bandages on him and saved him.
"Then we cut back for home and crossed the marsh. And there we found the Pedlar.
"Too late to help him. Maybe Donnegan knew that the Pedlar was something of a flash with a gun himself, and he didn"t take any chances. He"d met him face to face the same way he met Joe Rix and killed him. Shot him clean between the eyes. Think of shooting for the head with a snap shot!
That"s what he done and Joe didn"t have time to think twice after that slug hit him. His gun wasn"t even fired, he was beat so bad on the draw.
"So Joe and me come back home. And we come full of questions!"
"Let me tell you something," muttered Lord Nick, putting up the weapon which he had kept exposed during all of the recital. "You"ve got what was coming to you. If Donnegan hadn"t cleaned up on you, you"d have had to talk turkey with me. Understand?"
"Wait a minute," protested Harry Masters.
And Joe Rix, almost too far gone for speech, set his teeth over a groan and cast a look of hatred at the girl.
"Wait a minute, chief. There"s one thing we all got to get straight.
Somebody had tipped off Donnegan about our whole plan. Was it the Pedlar or Rix or me? I guess good sense"ll tell a man that it wasn"t none of us, eh? Then who was it? The only other person that knew about the plan--Nell--Nell, the crooked witch--and it"s her that murdered the Pedlar--curse her!"
He thrust out his bulky arm as he spoke.
"Her that lied her way into our confidence with a lot of talk about you, Nick. Then what did she do? She goes runnin" to the gent that she said she hated. Don"t you see her play? She makes fools of us--she makes a fool out of you!"
She dared not meet the glance of Lord Nick. Even now she might have acted out her part and filled in with lies, but she was totally unnerved.
"Get Rix to bed," was all he said, and he did not even glance at Nelly Lebrun.
Masters glowered at him, and then silently obeyed, lifting Joe as a helpless bulk, for the fat man was nearly fainting with pain. Not until they had gone and he had closed the door after them and upon the murmurs of the servants in the hall did Lord Nick turn to Nelly.
"Is it true?" he asked shortly.
Between relief and terror her mind was whirling.
"Is what true?"
"You haven"t even sense enough to lie, Nell, eh? It"s all true, then?
And last night, after you"d wormed it out of Joe, you went to Donnegan?"
She could only stare miserably at him.
"And that was why you pushed me away when I kissed you a little while ago?"
Once more she was dumb. But she was beginning to be afraid. Not for herself, but for Donnegan.
"Nell, I told you I"d never let another man come between us again. I meant it. I know you"re treacherous now; but that doesn"t keep me from wanting you. It"s Donnegan again--Donnegan still? Nell, you"ve killed him. As sure as if your own finger pulled the trigger when I shoot him.
He"s a dead one, and you"ve done it!"
If words would only come! But her throat was stiff and cold and aching.
She could not speak.
"You"ve done more than kill him," said Lord Nick. "You"ve put a curse on me as well. And afterward I"m going to even up with you. You hear me?
Nell, when I shoot Donnegan I"m doing a thing worse than if he was a girl--or a baby. You can"t understand that; I don"t want you to know.
But some time when you"re happy again and you"re through grieving for Donnegan, I"ll tell you the truth and make your heart black for the rest of your life."
Still words would not come. She strove to cling to him and stop him, but he cast her away with a single gesture and strode out the door.
42
There was no crowd to block the hill at this second meeting of Donnegan and Lord Nick. There was a blank stretch of brown hillside with the wind whispering stealthily through the dead gra.s.s when Lord Nick thrust open the door of Donnegan"s shack and entered.
The little man had just finished shaving and was getting back into his coat while George carried out the basin of water. And Donnegan, as he b.u.t.toned the coat, was nodding slightly to the rhythm of a song which came from the cabin of the colonel near by. It was a clear, high music, and though the voice was light it carried the sound far. Donnegan looked up to Lord Nick; but still he kept the beat of the music.
He seemed even more fragile this morning than ever before. Yet Lord Nick was fresh from the sight of the torn bodies of the two fighting men whom this fellow had struck and left for dead, or dying, as he thought.
"Dismiss your servant," said Lord Nick.
"George, you may go out."
"And keep him out."
"Don"t come back until I call for you."
Big George disappeared into the kitchen and the outside door was closed.
Yet even with all the doors closed the singing of Lou Macon kept running through the cabin in a sweet and continuous thread.
What made the ball so fine?
Robin Adair!
What made the a.s.sembly shine?
Robin Adair!
And no matter what Lord Nick could say, it seemed that with half his mind Donnegan was listening to the song of the girl.