"Holderness!"
The rustler pivoted on whirling heels.
"Dene"s spy!" he exclaimed, aghast. Swift changes swept his mobile features. Fear flickered in his eyes as he faced his foe; then came wonder, a glint of amus.e.m.e.nt, dark anger, and the terrible instinct of death impending.
"Naab"s trick!" hissed Hare, with his hand held high. The suggestion in his words, the meaning in his look, held the three rustlers transfixed.
The surprise was his strength.
In Holderness"s amber eyes shone his desperate calculation of chances.
Hare"s fateful glance, impossible to elude, his strung form slightly crouched, his cold deliberate mention of Naab"s trick, and more than all the poise of that quivering hand, filled the rustler with a terror that he could not hide.
He had been bidden to draw and he could not summon the force.
"Naab"s trick!" repeated Hare, mockingly.
Suddenly Holderness reached for his gun.
Hare"s hand leapt like a lightning stroke. Gleam of blue--spurt of red--crash!
Holderness swayed with blond head swinging backward; the amber of his eyes suddenly darkened; the life in them glazed; like a log he fell clutching the weapon he had half drawn.
XX. THE RAGE OF THE OLD LION
"TAKE Holderness away--quick!" ordered Hare. A thin curl of blue smoke floated from the muzzle of his raised weapon.
The rustlers started out of their statue-like immobility, and lifting their dead leader dragged him down the garden path with his spurs clinking on the gravel and ploughing little furrows.
"Bishop, go in now. They may return," said Hare. He hurried up the steps to place his arm round the tottering old man.
"Was that Holderness?"
"Yes," replied Hare.
"The deeds of the wicked return unto them! G.o.d"s will!"
Hare led the Bishop indoors. The sitting-room was full of wailing women and crying children. None of the young men were present. Again Hare made note of their inexplicable absence. He spoke soothingly to the frightened family. The little boys and girls yielded readily to his persuasion, but the women took no heed of him.
"Where are your sons?" asked Hare.
"I don"t know," replied the Bishop. "They should be here to stand by you. It"s strange. I don"t understand. Last night my sons were visited by many men, coming and going in twos and threes till late. They didn"t sleep in their beds. I know not what to think."
Hare remembered John Caldwell"s enigmatic face.
"Have the rustlers really come?" asked a young woman, whose eyes were red and cheeks tear-stained.
"They have. Nineteen in all. I counted them," answered Hare.
The young woman burst out weeping afresh, and the wailing of the others answered her. Hare left the cottage. He picked up his rifle and went down through the orchard to the hiding-place of the horses. Silvermane pranced and snorted his gladness at sight of his master. The desert king was fit for a grueling race. Black Bolly quietly cropped the long gra.s.s.
Hare saddled the stallion to have him in instant readiness, and then returned to the front of the yard.
He heard the sound of a gun down the road, then another, and several shots following in quick succession. A distant angry murmuring and trampling of many feet drew Hare to the gate. Riderless mustangs were galloping down the road; several frightened boys were fleeing across the square; not a man was in sight. Three more shots cracked, and the low murmur and trampling swelled into a hoa.r.s.e uproar. Hare had heard that sound before; it was the tumult of mob-violence. A black dense throng of men appeared crowding into the main street, and crossing toward the square. The procession had some order; it was led and flanked by mounted men. But the upflinging of many arms, the craning of necks, and the leaping of men on the outskirts of the ma.s.s, the pressure inward and the hideous roar, proclaimed its real character.
"By Heaven!" exclaimed Hare. "The Mormons have risen against the rustlers. I understand now. John Caldwell spent last night in secretly rousing his neighbors. They have surprised the rustlers. Now what?"
Hare vaulted the fence and ran down the road. A compact mob of men, a hundred or more, had halted in the village under the wide-spreading cottonwoods. Hare suddenly grasped the terrible significance of those outstretched branches, and out of the thought grew another which made him run at bursting break-neck speed.
"Open up! Let me in!" he yelled to the thickly thronged circle. Right and left he flung men. "Make way!" His piercing voice stilled the angry murmur. Fierce men with weapons held aloft fell back from his face.
"Dene"s spy!" they cried.
The circle opened and closed upon him. He saw bound rustlers under armed guard. Four still forms were on the ground. Holderness lay outstretched, a dark-red blot staining his gray shirt. Flinty-faced Mormons, ruthless now as they had once been mild, surrounded the rustlers. John Caldwell stood foremost, with ashen lips breaking bitterly into speech:
"Mormons, this is Dene"s spy, the man who killed Holderness!"
The listeners burst into the short stern shout of men proclaiming a leader in war.
"What"s the game?" demanded Hare.
"A fair trial for the rustlers, then a rope," replied John Caldwell. The low ominous murmur swelled through the crowd again.
"There are two men here who have befriended me. I won"t see them hanged."
"Pick them out!" A strange ripple of emotion made a fleeting break in John Caldwell"s hard face.
Hare eyed the prisoners.
"Nebraska, step out here," said he.
"I reckon you"re mistaken," replied the rustler, his blue eyes intently on Hare. "I never seen you before. An" I ain"t the kind of a feller to cheat the man you mean."
"I saw you untie the girl"s hands."
"You did? Well, d--n me!"
"Nebraska, if I save your life will you quit rustling cattle? You weren"t cut out for a thief."
"Will I? D--n me! I"ll be straight an" decent. I"ll take a job ridin"
for you, stranger, an" prove it."
"Cut him loose from the others," said Hare. He scrutinized the line of rustlers. Several were masked in black. "Take off those masks!"
"No! Those men go to their graves masked." Again the strange twinge of pain crossed John Caldwell"s face.
"Ah, I see," exclaimed Hare. Then quickly: "I couldn"t recognize the other man anyhow; I don"t know him. But Mescal can tell. He saved her and I"ll save him. But how?"