"He said we wasn"t to tell you that he didn"t shoot them Swedes," put in another of the men.
"What?" Wade demanded sharply.
"He said--hic!" broke in Tim Sullivan, with drunken gravity. "He said--hic!--that if you didn"t know that without--hic!--bein" told, you wasn"t no friend of his"n, an"--hic!--you could go to h.e.l.l."
"Shut up, you drunken fool!" Lawson snapped out.
"Jensen and his herder were shot in the back, they say. That clears Santry," Wade declared, and sat for some moments in deep thought, while the men waited as patiently as they could. "Lawson," he said, at last.
"You"re in charge for the present. Take the boys to the big pine and camp there quietly until I come back. I"m going into town."
"Hadn"t you better take us with you, boss? We"ll stick. We"re for you an" Bill Santry an" ag"in" these--sheepherders, whenever you say the word."
"That"s--hic--what we are!" Sullivan hiccoughed.
Wade shook his head.
"No. You wait for me at the pine. You"ll have to rustle your grub the best way you can. I may not get back until to-morrow--until this evening--it"s morning now. But wait until I come. There will be plenty for you to do later on and there is no use of you going back to town with me. It might get you into worse trouble than you"re headed for already, and what I"ve got to do, I can do alone."
Wheeling his horse, he rode off toward Crawling Water.
That he could take his men with him, storm the jail and release Santry, Wade did not doubt, but to do so would be to bring each of the men into open conflict with the law, a responsibility which he was resolved to bear alone. Then, too, because his long ride had cooled him somewhat, he intended to make one more appeal to the Senator. Possibly, Moran had exceeded his instructions, and if this were so, it was no more than just that Rexhill, who had seemed to evince a willingness to be helpful, should have the opportunity to disown the act of his agent. Besides, if Santry could be peaceably released, he would be freed of the charge hanging over him, which would not be the case if he were taken from the jail by strategy or violence.
With haggard countenance and inflamed eyes, Wade bore little resemblance to his normal self when he again appeared before the Senator, who received him in his dressing-gown, being just out of bed. Rexhill listened with a show of sympathy to the cattleman"s story, but evidently he was in a different mood from the day before.
"My boy, your friendship for your foreman is leading you astray. Your faith in him, which is natural and does you credit, is blinding you to an impartial view of the case. Why not let the law take its course? If Santry is innocent his trial will prove it. At any rate, what can I do?"
"Senator--" Wade spoke with intense weariness. "Only yesterday you offered to help us. The situation, as I explained it then, is unchanged now, except for the worse. Bill Santry is free of any complicity in Jensen"s death. I am positive of it. He sent me word that he had not left the ranch, and he would not lie to save himself from hanging.
Besides, the men were shot in the back, and that is absolute proof that Santry didn"t do it."
"Mere sentiment, Gordon; mere sentiment. Proof? Pooh!"
Rexhill"s slightly contemptuous tone worked upon Wade in his exhausted, overwrought condition, and stung him. A strange look of cunning appeared in his eyes, as he leaned across the table which separated them.
"Senator, Moran made me an offer the other day for my land. If--I accept that offer, will you exert your influence in Santry"s behalf?"
Coming so swiftly upon his planning, the prospect of such signal success was so gratifying to Rexhill that only in halting speech could he maintain a show of decorous restraint. His countenance expressed exultant relief, as well it might, since he seemed to see himself s.n.a.t.c.hed out of the jaws of ruin.
"Why, Gordon, I--Of course, my boy, if you were to show such a generous spirit as that, I--er--should feel bound...." The sense of his remarks was lost in the crash of Wade"s fist upon the table.
"d.a.m.n you!" The cattleman was beyond himself with fatigue, rage, and a rankling sense of injustice. "They told me that was your game. I believed it of Moran, but I thought you were square. So you"re that sort, too, eh? Well, may you rot in h.e.l.l before you get my land, you robber! Now listen to me." He waved his hand in the direction of the street. "Out there"s a hundred men--real men--who"re waiting the word to run you out of this country, you and Moran, too, and by G.o.d we"ll do it--we"ll do it--and we"ll begin right away!" Again his heavy fist crashed down on the table "Never mind Bill Santry"--the instinct of discretion was gaining in Wade.--"He can stay where he is for the present. First, we"ll attend to you pirates--then we"ll see."
He stopped suddenly at sight of Helen, who attracted by the noise, had entered the room, and stood before him in a filmy negligee.
"What is the matter, Gordon?" she demanded anxiously.
"I beg your pardon." Wade spoke awkwardly, unashamed of himself, except for her. "I"m worn out and I--I lost my temper."
"Will you--er--leave this room!" The Senator was beginning to pull himself together. It was the first time he had ever been ragged in such a way, and his composure had suffered; he spoke now with more than his usual pomposity.
"I will," Wade answered curtly, as he turned on his heel and departed.
The Senator, puffing slightly, fiddled with his gla.s.ses.
"Your young friend has seen fit to accuse me of--of--" For the life of him, he could not at once say of just what he had been accused, unless he allowed self-accusation to prompt his words. "Some sheepherders have been murdered, I believe," he went on, "and Wade seems to think that Moran and I are implicated."
"You!" his daughter exclaimed; evidently her amazement did not extend to Moran.
"Preposterous nonsense!"
"Yes, of course." Helen walked to the window and stood looking down into the street. "I"m afraid Gordon hasn"t improved since we saw him last,"
she added, finally. "He seems quite a different person from the man I used to know. What are you going to do about it?"
"Crush him!" The Senator"s lips set in a thin, white line, as his hand descended on the table on the spot where Wade"s fist had fallen. "This, apparently, is his grat.i.tude to me for my interest in him. Now I intend to show him the other side of me."
"Certainly, no one could blame you for punishing him. Oh, everything between him and me is quite over," said the girl, with a peculiar smile.
"He"s a perfect bear."
"I"m glad you feel that way about it, Helen." Her father"s set lips relaxed into a responsive smile. "You couldn"t be my daughter and not have some sense."
"Have I any?" Helen navely asked.
She was gazing out of the window again, and to her mind"s eye the dusty, squalid street became a broad highway, with jewelers" shops on either side, and _modistes_, and other such charming things, just as they are found in New York, or--Paris!
CHAPTER VIII
HIGHER THAN STATUTE LAW
Wade descended the stairs of the hotel and went into the barroom, fuming with rage and chagrin because Helen had seen him in such a temper. Like most men of action, he took pride in his self-control, which seldom failed him, but the villainy of the Senator"s att.i.tude had momentarily mastered his patience.
Gathered about the bar were a number of men whom he knew, but beyond a nod here and there he took no notice of them, and went to sit down alone at a small table in the corner. His friends respected his desire to be left alone, although several eyed him curiously and exchanged significant remarks at his appearance. They seemed to be of the opinion that, at last, his fighting blood had been aroused, and now and then they shot approving glances in his direction.
"Whiskey," Wade called to the bartender, and a bottle and gla.s.s were placed on the table in front of him.
With a steady hand the ranchman poured out and quickly swallowed two stiff drinks of the fiery liquor, although he was not ordinarily a drinking man. The fact that he drank now showed his mental state more clearly than words could have expressed it. Searching in his pockets, he found tobacco and papers and rolled and lighted a cigarette. Nothing could be done for Santry until night, and meanwhile he intended to get something to eat and take the sleep that he needed to fit himself for the task ahead of him. He ordered a steak, which on top of the whiskey put new life into him.
The more he thought of his outburst of temper before Helen the more it annoyed him, for he realized that he had "bitten off a bigger wad than he could chew," as Bill Santry would have expressed it. Rascal though the Senator was, so far as he was concerned, Wade felt that his hands were tied on Helen"s account. For her sake, he could not move against her father in a country where the average man thought of consequences after the act rather than before it. In a sense Wade felt that he stood sponsor for Crawling Water in the hospitality which it offered Helen, and he could not bring peril down on her head.
But as for Moran and his hirelings, that was a different matter! When the ranchman thought of Moran, no vengeance seemed too dire to fit his misdeeds. In that direction he would go to the limit, and he only hoped that he might get his hands on Moran in the mix-up. He still looked upon his final visit to Rexhill as a weakness, but it had been undertaken solely on Santry"s account. It had failed, and no one now could expect tolerance of him except Helen. If the posse was still at the ranch, when he and Santry returned there at the head of their men, they would attack in force, and shoot to kill if necessary.
He learned from Lem Trowbridge, who presently joined him at the table, that the posse would probably still be there, for the report in town was that Moran had taken possession of the property and meant to stay there.
"He does, eh?" Wade muttered grimly. "Well, he may, but it will be with his toes up. I"m done, Lem. By Heaven, it"s more than flesh and blood can stand!"