"How can _I_ answer how they found out? I will not say another word until I see Mr. Laramie--where is he?"

"You can"t see him--n.o.body knows he is here--he won"t talk to you."

Kate paid no attention to her words: "He"ll have to tell me that himself," she returned. "If he is near here--he must be at Kitchen"s."

Belle could say nothing to check or swerve her. Taking up her hat and ignoring all warnings, Kate walked straight over to the barn. She found McAlpin at the stable door: "I want you to take a message for me to Mr. Laramie," she said, speaking low and collectedly. "Ask him if he will see Kate Doubleday for just two minutes."

McAlpin, in all his devious career, had never pa.s.sed through more or quicker stages of astonishment, confusion, poise and evasion than he did in listening to those words. But at pulling his wits together, McAlpin was a wonder. By the time Kate had finished, his innocent question was ready: "Where is he?"

"He is here. I must see him at once."

"But I ain"t seen him myself for a week. He"s not here. Who told you he"s here?"

"Belle," persisted Kate calmly, "told me he _is_ here. I must see him.

Don"t deceive me, McAlpin--do just as I ask you, no more, no less."

"No more, no less, sure," grumbled the Scotchman. "You gives me one kind of orders--the boss gives me another kind. I can"t do no more, I can"t do no less. I can"t do nothin"--I"ve got a family to support and all this d.a.m.ned rowing going on, a man"s job is no safer nowadays in this country than his head!"

But words were not to save him. Kate persisted. She would not be put off. McAlpin, swearing and protesting, could in the end only offer to go see whether he could by any chance find Laramie. After a long trip through the winding alleys of the big barn--for Kate watched the baseball cap and crazy vizor as long as she could follow it--then complete disappearance for a time, McAlpin came back to Kate, immovable at the office door, his face wreathed with a surprised smile.

He spoke, but his eyes were opened wide and his words were delivered in a whisper; mystery hung upon his manner: "Come along," he nodded, indicating the interior. "Only say nothing to n.o.body. He"s. .h.i.t--there"s all there is to it. Here"s all I know, but I don"t know all: About three hours ago Ben Simeral was riding up the Crazy Woman when he seen a man half dropping off his horse, hat gone, riding head down, slow, with his rifle slung on his arm. Simmie seen who it was--Jim Laramie. He looked at horse "n" man "n" says: "Where the h.e.l.l you bin?" "Where the h.e.l.l "a" you been," Laramie says, pretty short.

"Ridin" all over this"--excuse my rough language, Kate--"blamed country, lookin" f"r to tell you Van Horn and Stone"s out o" jail!"

"Laramie seen then from the ol" man"s horse how he"d been ridin" "n"

softened down a bit. "So I heard, Simmie," he says. "Who"d you hear it from?" says Simmie. "Direct, Simmie," he says. "Did they pot y", Jim?" "Nicked my shoulder, I guess." "Where you goin"?" "To town."

"Man," says Simmie, "you"ve lost a lot o" blood." "Got a little left, Simmie."

"Then John Fryin" Pan c"m along. Simmie tried to ride to town with Laramie--f"r fear he"d fall off his horse. Laramie wouldn"t let neither of "em do a thing. "This is my fight," he says. But Simmie and John Fryin" Pan scouted along behind and Simmie rode in ahead near town to tell me Laramie was comin". G.o.d! He was a sight when he rode into this barn. He tumbled off his horse right there"--McAlpin pointed to a spot where fresh straw had been sprinkled--"just like a dead man.

I helped carry him upstairs," he whispered. "I"ll take y" to him. But y" bet your life"--the grizzled old man stopped and turned sharply on his companion--"y" bet your life some o" them n.i.g.g.e.rs bit the dust some"eres this morning. This way."

Kate, pacing McAlpin"s rapid step breathlessly, hung on his half-muttered words: "He"s bleedin" to death," continued McAlpin; "that"s the short of it, and that blamed doctor down at Medicine Bend.

I don"t think much o" that man. Can"t none of us stop it. Where"s this goin" to end?"

He led her by roundabout pa.s.sages, up one alley and down another, and at last opened the door of an old harness room, waited for Kate to follow him inside and, closing the door behind her, spoke: "I didn"t want you to have to climb a barn ladder," he said, explaining.

"There"s the stairs." He pointed in the semi-darkness and led her toward the flight along the opposite wall. At the top of this flight light fell from a square opening in the hay-mow.

"Walk up them stairs--I lifted the trap-door f"r ye. He"s right up there at the head of the steps. When y" come down, open _this_ door at the foot, here. It"s a blind door; don"t show on the other side. See, it"s bolted. It takes you right into the office. We keep it bolted from the inside, so no trouble can"t come, see?" He unbolted and opened the door a crack to show her, closed and rebolted it. Then starting her up the stairs, McAlpin jerked the crazy vizor on his forehead into a fashion once more simulating child-like frankness and disappeared by the way he had come.

CHAPTER x.x.xV

AT KITCHEN"S BARN

To be so summarily left alone and in such a place was disconcerting.

Kate, in the semi-darkness and silence, put her foot on the first tread of the steps and, placing her hand against the wall, looked upward.

Not a sound; above her a partial light through a trap-door and a wounded man. She stood completely unnerved. The thought of Laramie wounded, perhaps dying, the man that had rescued her, protected her, in truth saved her life on that fearful night--this man, now lying above her stricken, perhaps murdered, by her own father"s friends! How could she face him? Only the thought that he should not lie wounded unto death without knowing at least that she was not ungrateful, that she had not wittingly betrayed him, gave her strength to start up the narrow steps.

When her head rose above the trap opening the light in the large loft seemed less than it had promised from below. There were no windows, but through a gable door, partly ajar, shot a narrow slit of daylight from the afterglow of the sunset. Kate caught glimpses of a maze of rafters, struts and beams and under them huge piles of loose hay.

Reaching the top step she paused, trying to look about in the dim light, when Laramie, close at hand, startled her: "McAlpin told me you wanted to see me," he said. She could distinguish nothing for a moment. But the low words rea.s.sured her.

"I"m lying on the hay," he continued, in the same tone. "If you"ll open the door a little more you can see better."

Picking her way carefully over to it, Kate pushed the door open somewhat wider and turned toward Laramie.

He lay not far from the stairs. The yellow light of the evening glow falling on his face reflected a greenish pallor. Kate caught her breath, for it seemed as if she were looking into the face of death until she perceived, as he turned his head, the unusual brightness of his eyes.

In her confusion what she had meant to say fled:

"Are you very much hurt?" she faltered.

"Far from it." He spoke slowly. If it cost him an effort none was discernible. "Coming into the barn tonight," he went on, very haltingly, "I had a kind of dizzy spell." He paused again. "I"ve been eating too much meat lately, anyway. They say--I fell off my horse; leastways I b.u.mped my head. I"ll be all right tomorrow."

"Belle told me there had been a fight up at the canyon bridge," Kate stammered, already at a loss to begin.

A sickly yellow smile pointed the silence. "I wouldn"t call it exactly a fight," he said, dwelling somewhat on the last word. "Far from it,"

he repeated, with a touch of grimness. "There was some shooting. And some running." She could see how he paused between sentences. "But if the other fellows ran it must have been after me. I didn"t pay much attention to who was behind. I had to make a tolerable steep grade down the Falling Wall Ladder to the river. I was on horseback and didn"t have much leisure to pick my trail."

"And they shooting at you from the rim!"

"Well, they must have been shooting at something in my general direction. I guess they hit me once. I didn"t mind getting hit myself, but I didn"t want them to hit my horse. I was heading for the bottom as fast as the law would allow. If they"d hit the horse, I wouldn"t have had much more than one jump from the rim to the river.

Can"t ask you to sit down," he added, "unless you"ll sit here on the hay."

Without the least hesitation Kate placed herself beside him. Without giving her a chance to speak and in the same monotone, he added: "Who told you I was a gambler?"

Less than so blunt and unexpected a question would have sufficed to take her aback. And she was conscious in the fading light of his strangely bright eyes fixed steadily on her. "I don"t remember anybody ever did. I----"

"Somebody did. You told Belle once."

"It must have been long ago----"

"Is that the reason you never acted natural with me?"

She flushed with impatience. But if she tried to get away he brought her back to the subject. Cornered, she grew resentful: "I can"t tell who told me," she pleaded, after ineffectual sparring. "I"ve forgotten. Are you a gambler?" she demanded, turning inquisitor herself.

He did not move and it was an instant before he replied: "What do you mean," he asked, "by gambler?"

Kate"s tone was hard: "Just what anybody means."

"If you mean a man that makes his living by gambling--or hangs around a gambling house all the time, or plays regularly--then I couldn"t fairly and squarely be called a gambler. If you mean a man that plays cards _sometimes_, or _has_ once in a while bet on a game in a gambling house, then, I suppose"--he was so evidently squirming that Kate meanly enjoyed his discomfort--"you might call me that. It would all depend on whether the one telling it liked me or didn"t like me. I haven"t been in Tenison"s rooms for months, nor played but one game of poker."

"I despise gambling."

"Why didn"t you tell me?"

"Why should I?"

"In one sense everybody"s a gambler. Everybody I know of is playing for something. Take your father and me: He"s playing for my life; I"m playing for you. He"s playing for a small stake; I"m playing for a big one."

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