"d.a.m.n the girl!" cried Lee angrily. "She"ll get her fool self killed!"
But as he ran forward to join her, he realized that she was doing the right thing--the only thing if they did not want to lie out here all night for the men on the cliffs to pick off in the morning light. He knew that she could shoot; it seemed that she could do everything that was a man"s work and which a woman should know nothing about.
A fresh thought locked his hand like steel about his gun-stock.
Suppose that Judith, in the mad thing she was attempting, should actually succeed in it, that she should bring down the man she was attacking? How would Bud Lee feel about it when the boys came to know?
What would Bud Lee answer when they asked what he was doing about that time? "Nursin" a scratched leg? Mos" likely! Huh!" He could hear old Carson"s dry cackle.
Frowning into the night, he thought that he could make out the dim blur of Judith"s form. The girl was standing erect; shooting, too, for again the duel of red spurts of flame told where she and her quarry stood.
Meantime Lee ran on, changing his original purpose, swerving out from where Judith was moving forward, turning to the left, hopeful to come to close quarters with their a.s.sailant before she could go down under that sharp rifle-fire or could bring down the other. For certainly, if she kept on that way, the time would come when some one would stop hot lead.
Lee shifted his rifle to his left hand, taking his revolver into his right. From the cliffs came a shot and he grunted at it contemptuously. It could do nothing but a.s.sure those below that there was still some one up there.
"Three of them to our two," he estimated, "counting the two jaspers on the cliff. Two of us to their one, counting what"s down here. And that"s all that counts right this minute."
A shot from Judith; a shot from the cabin; two shots from the cliffs.
The two shots from above brought fresh news; not only were they closer together, but they indicated the men up yonder were coming down. Lee hurried.
Then, at last, his narrowed eyes made out the faint outline of that which he sought. Close to the cabin, low down, evidently upon his knees, was the most important factor to be considered, now. Still Lee was too far away to be certain of a hit and he meant with all of the grim determination in him to hit something at last. He ran on drawing the fire away from Judith. A rifle-ball sang close to his side, another and an other. He lost the dim shape of the kneeling man, who, he thought, had risen from his knees and was standing, his body tight-pressed to the cabin.
"Why the devil doesn"t he run for it?" wondered Lee.
But evidently, be the reason what it might, the man had no intention of running. A bullet cut through Lee"s sleeve. At last Lee answered. He ran in closer as he fired and, running, emptied his revolver, jammed it into his waistband, clubbed his rifle . . . and realized with something of a shock that there were but the two rifles on the cliffs to take into consideration. That other rifle, at the cabin, was still. Out of ammunition? Or plugged? Or playing "possum? Which?
"Stop shooting!" he shouted to Judith.
"I"m coming!" she cried back to him.
Almost at the same instant, their two rifles ready, they came to the cabin. Between them on the ground a man lay at the corner, moving helplessly, groping for his fallen gun, falling back.
"Open the door," said Bud. "I"ll get him inside and we"ll see who he is. Hurry, Judith; those other jaspers are working down this way as fast as they know how."
Judith, taking time to s.n.a.t.c.h up the fallen rifle, ran around to the door. Lee slipped his hands under the armpits of the wounded man and dragged him in Judith"s wake. In the cabin, the door shut, Lee struck a match and went to a little shelf where there was a candle.
"Bill Crowdy!" gasped Judith.
Almost before Lee saw the man"s face he saw the canvas bag tied to his belt, a bag identical with the one he himself had brought from the bank at Rocky Bend.
"The man that stuck up Charlie Miller," he said slowly. "And there"s your thousand bucks, or I"m a liar. I get something of their play now: those two fellows up there were waiting to meet him and split the swag three ways. And I"ve got the guess they"ll be asking a look-in yet!"
He dropped a heavy bar into its place across the door and then went to the two small windows and fastened the heavy oaken shutters. When he came back to Judith she was bending over the wounded man. Crowdy"s eyes were closed; he looked to be on the verge of death. The girl"s face was almost as white as Crowdy"s.
Lee knelt and with quick fingers sought the wound. There was a hole in Crowdy"s chest, high up near the throat, that was bleeding profusely.
At first that seemed the only wound. But in a second Lee had found another. This was in the leg, and this, like Lee"s, was bound tightly with a handkerchief.
"Got that, first rattle out of the box!" commented Lee. "See it?
That"s why he stuck on the job and didn"t try to run for it. Looks like a rifle-ball had smashed the bone."
He didn"t look up. His fingers, busy with the string at Crowdy"s belt, brought away the canvas bag. There was blood on it; it was heavy and gave forth the mellow jangle of gold.
"You win back your thousand on to-night"s play," he said, holding up the bag to Judith, lifting his eyes to her face.
But Judith shrank back, her eyes wide with horror.
"I don"t want it! I can never touch it!" she whispered.
Suddenly she was shaking from head to foot, her eyes fixed in terrible fascination upon Crowdy"s face. Lee tossed the bag to the bunk across the room, whence it fell clanking to the floor.
"Now she"s going to faint," was his thought. "Well, I won"t blame her so d.a.m.n much. Poor little kid!"
But he did not look at her again. He tore away Crowdy"s shirt to discover just how serious the wound in the chest was. The collar-bone had been broken; the ball had ploughed its way through the upper chest, well above the heart, and could be felt under the skin of the shoulder.
Unless Bill Crowdy bled to death, he stood an excellent chance of doing time in the penitentiary. Lee stanched the flow of blood, made a rude bandage, and then, lifting the body gently, carried it to the bunk.
Crowdy"s lax arm, extended downward at the side of the bunk, seemed to be reaching again for the canvas bag; the red fingers touched it with their tips.
"Now," said Lee, speaking bluntly, afraid that a tone of sympathy might merely aid the girl to "shake to pieces," "we"ve got a chance to be on our way before Number Two and Number Three get into the game. Let"s run for it, Judith."
Judith went to the bench by the fireplace and sank down upon it. For a moment she made no reply. Then she shook her head.
"We"ll stay here until morning," she said finally, her voice surprising Lee, who had looked for a sign of weakening to accord with her sudden pallor and visible trembling.
"What for?" he wanted to know. "We"ll have another fight on our hands if we do. Those fellows, this deep in it, are not going to quit while they know that there"s all that money in the shack!"
"I don"t care," said Judith firmly. "I won"t run from them or anybody else I know! And, besides, Bud Lee, I am not going to give them the chance to get Crowdy away. . . . Do you think he is going to die?"
"No, I don"t. Doc Tripp will fix him up."
"Then here I stay, for one. When I go, Bill Crowdy goes with me! He"s going to talk, and he"s going to help me send Bayne Trevors to the pen."
Bud Lee expressed all he had to say in a silent whistle. He"d made another mistake, that was all. Judith wasn"t going to faint for him to-night.
"Then," he said presently, setting her the example, "slip some fresh cartridges into your rifle and get ready for more shooting. I"ll put out the light and we"ll wait for what"s next."
Judith replenished the magazine of her rifle. Lee, watching from under the low-drawn brim of his hat, noted that her fingers were steady now.
Crowdy moved on his bunk, lifted a hand weakly, groaned, and grew still. Presently he stirred again, asking weakly for water.
Lee went to the water-bucket standing in a corner. It happened to be half full. He filled a cup, and lifting Crowdy"s head, held it to the fevered lips.
"Not exactly what you"d call fresh, is it, Crowdy?" he said lightly.
"But the spring"s outside and I"m scared to go out in the dark."
Crowdy drank thirstily and lay back, his eyes closed again. Lee rearranged his bandage.
"Put out the light now?" he asked Judith.
"No," she answered. "What"s the use, Bud? There are no holes in the walls they could stick a gun-barrel through, are there?"
No one knew better than he that there were not.