Next day Stillwell and Alfred decided to ride over Don Carlos"s place, taking Madeline and Florence with them, and upon the return trip to stop at Alfred"s ranch. They started in the cool, gray dawn, and after three hours" riding, as the sun began to get bright, they entered a mesquite grove, surrounding corrals and barns, and a number of low, squat buildings and a huge, rambling structure, all built of adobe and mostly crumbling to ruin. Only one green spot relieved the bald red of grounds and walls; and this evidently was made by the spring which had given both value and fame to Don Carlos"s range. The approach to the house was through a wide courtyard, bare, stony, hard packed, with hitching-rails and watering-troughs in front of a long porch. Several dusty, tired horses stood with drooping heads and bridles down, their wet flanks attesting to travel just ended.
"Wal, dog-gone it, Al, if there ain"t Pat Hawe"s hoss I"ll eat it,"
exclaimed Stillwell.
"What"s Pat want here, anyhow?" growled Alfred.
No one was in sight; but Madeline heard loud voices coming from the house. Stillwell dismounted at the porch and stalked in at the door.
Alfred leaped off his horse, helped Florence and Madeline down, and, bidding them rest and wait on the porch, he followed Stillwell.
"I hate these Greaser places," said Florence, with a grimace. "They"re so mysterious and creepy. Just watch now! They"ll be dark-skinned, beady-eyed, soft-footed Greasers slip right up out of the ground!
There"ll be an ugly face in every door and window and crack."
"It"s like a huge barn with its characteristic odor permeated by tobacco smoke," replied Madeline, sitting down beside Florence. "I don"t think very much of this end of my purchase. Florence, isn"t that Don Carlos"s black horse over there in the corral?"
"It sure is. Then the Don"s heah yet. I wish we hadn"t been in such a hurry to come over. There! that doesn"t sound encouraging."
From the corridor came the rattling of spurs, tramping of boots, and loud voices. Madeline detected Alfred"s quick notes when he was annoyed: "We"ll rustle back home, then," he said. The answer came, "No!" Madeline recognized Stewart"s voice, and she quickly straightened up. "I won"t have them in here," went on Alfred.
"Outdoors or in, they"ve got to be with us!" replied Stewart, sharply.
"Listen, Al," came the boom of Stillwell"s big voice, "now that we"ve b.u.t.ted in over hyar with the girls, you let Stewart run things."
Then a crowd of men tramped pell-mell out upon the porch. Stewart, dark-browed and somber, was in the lead. Nels hung close to him, and Madeline"s quick glance saw that Nels had undergone some indescribable change. The grinning, brilliant-eyed Don Carlos came jostling out beside a gaunt, sharp-featured man wearing a silver shield. This, no doubt, was Pat Hawe. In the background behind Stillwell and Alfred stood Nick Steele, head and shoulders over a number of vaqueros and cowboys.
"Miss Hammond, I"m sorry you came," said Stewart, bluntly. "We"re in a muddle here. I"ve insisted that you and Flo be kept close to us. I"ll explain later. If you can"t stop your ears I beg you to overlook rough talk."
With that he turned to the men behind him: "Nick, take Booly, go back to Monty and the boys. Fetch out that stuff. All of it. Rustle, now!"
Stillwell and Alfred disengaged themselves from the crowd to take up positions in front of Madeline and Florence. Pat Hawe leaned against a post and insolently ogled Madeline and then Florence. Don Carlos pressed forward. His whole figure filled Madeline"s reluctant but fascinated eyes. He wore tight velveteen breeches, with a heavy fold down the outside seam, which was ornamented with silver b.u.t.tons. Round his waist was a sash, and a belt with fringed holster, from which protruded a pearl-handled gun. A vest or waistcoat, richly embroidered, partly concealed a blouse of silk and wholly revealed a silken scarf round his neck. His swarthy face showed dark lines, like cords, under the surface.
His little eyes were exceedingly prominent and glittering. To Madeline his face seemed to be a bold, handsome mask through which his eyes piercingly betrayed the evil nature of the man.
He bowed low with elaborate and sinuous grace. His smile revealed brilliant teeth, enhanced the brilliance of his eyes. He slowly spread deprecatory hands.
"Senoritas, I beg a thousand pardons," he said. How strange it was for Madeline to hear English spoken in a soft, whiningly sweet accent! "The gracious hospitality of Don Carlos has pa.s.sed with his house."
Stewart stepped forward and, thrusting Don Carlos aside, he called, "Make way, there!"
The crowd fell back to the tramp of heavy boots. Cowboys appeared staggering out of the corridor with long boxes. These they placed side by side upon the floor of the porch.
"Now, Hawe, we"ll proceed with our business," said Stewart. "You see these boxes, don"t you?"
"I reckon I see a good many things round hyar," replied Hawe, meaningly.
"Well, do you intend to open these boxes upon my say-so?"
"No!" retorted Hawe. "It"s not my place to meddle with property as come by express an" all accounted fer regular."
"You call yourself a sheriff!" exclaimed Stewart, scornfully.
"Mebbe you"ll think so before long," rejoined Hawe, sullenly.
"I"ll open them. Here, one of you boys, knock the tops off these boxes,"
ordered Stewart. "No, not you, Monty. You use your eyes. Let Booly handle the ax. Rustle, now!"
Monty Price had jumped out of the crowd into the middle of the porch.
The manner in which he gave way to Booly and faced the vaqueros was not significant of friendliness or trust.
"Stewart, you"re dead wrong to bust open them boxes. Thet"s ag"in" the law," protested Hawe, trying to interfere.
Stewart pushed him back. Then Don Carlos, who had been stunned by the appearance of the boxes, suddenly became active in speech and person.
Stewart thrust him back also. The Mexican"s excitement increased. He wildly gesticulated; he exclaimed shrilly in Spanish. When, however, the lids were wrenched open and an inside packing torn away he grew rigid and silent. Madeline raised herself behind Stillwell to see that the boxes were full of rifles and ammunition.
"There, Hawe! What did I tell you?" demanded Stewart. "I came over here to take charge of this ranch. I found these boxes hidden in an unused room. I suspected what they were. Contraband goods!"
"Wal, supposin" they are? I don"t see any call fer sech all-fired fuss as you"re makin". Stewart, I calkilate you"re some stuck on your new job an" want to make a big show before--"
"Hawe, stop slinging that kind of talk," interrupted Stewart. "You got too free with your mouth once before! Now here, I"m supposed to be consulting an officer of the law. Will you take charge of these contraband goods?"
"Say, you"re holdin" on high an" mighty," replied Hawe, in astonishment that was plainly pretended. "What "re you drivin" at?"
Stewart muttered an imprecation. He took several swift strides across the porch; he held out his hands to Stillwell as if to indicate the hopelessness of intelligent and reasonable arbitration; he looked at Madeline with a glance eloquent of his regret that he could not handle the situation to please her. Then as he wheeled he came face to face with Nels, who had slipped forward out of the crowd.
Madeline gathered serious import from the steel-blue meaning flash of eyes whereby Nels communicated something to Stewart. Whatever that something was, it dispelled Stewart"s impatience. A slight movement of his hand brought Monty Price forward with a jump. In these sudden jumps of Monty"s there was a suggestion of restrained ferocity. Then Nels and Monty lined up behind Stewart. It was a deliberate action, even to Madeline, unmistakably formidable. Pat Hawe"s face took on an ugly look; his eyes had a reddish gleam. Don Carlos added a pale face and extreme nervousness to his former expressions of agitation. The cowboys edged away from the vaqueros and the bronzed, bearded hors.e.m.e.n who were evidently Hawe"s a.s.sistants.
"I"m driving at this," spoke up Stewart, presently; and now he was slow and caustic. "Here"s contraband of war! Hawe, do you get that? Arms and ammunition for the rebels across the border! I charge you as an officer to confiscate these goods and to arrest the smuggler--Don Carlos."
These words of Stewart"s precipitated a riot among Don Carlos and his followers, and they surged wildly around the sheriff. There was an upflinging of brown, clenching hands, a shrill, jabbering babel of Mexican voices. The crowd around Don Carlos grew louder and denser with the addition of armed vaqueros and barefooted stable-boys and dusty-booted herdsmen and blanketed Mexicans, the last of whom suddenly slipped from doors and windows and round comers. It was a motley a.s.semblage. The laced, fringed, ornamented vaqueros presented a sharp contrast to the bare-legged, sandal-footed boys and the ragged herders.
Shrill cries, evidently from Don Carlos, somewhat quieted the commotion.
Then Don Carlos could be heard addressing Sheriff Hawe in an exhortation of mingled English and Spanish. He denied, he avowed, he proclaimed, and all in rapid, pa.s.sionate utterance. He tossed his black hair in his vehemence; he waved his fists and stamped the floor; he rolled his glittering eyes; he twisted his thin lips into a hundred different shapes, and like a cornered wolf showed snarling white teeth.
It seemed to Madeline that Don Carlos denied knowledge of the boxes of contraband goods, then knowledge of their real contents, then knowledge of their destination, and, finally, everything except that they were there in sight, d.a.m.ning witnesses to somebody"s complicity in the breaking of neutrality laws. Pa.s.sionate as had been his denial of all this, it was as nothing compared to his denunciation of Stewart.
"Senor Stewart, he keel my Vaquero!" shouted Don Carlos, as, sweating and spent, he concluded his arraignment of the cowboy. "Him you must arrest! Senor Stewart a bad man! He keel my vaquero!"
"Do you hear thet?" yelled Hawe. "The Don"s got you figgered fer thet little job at El Cajon last fall."
The clamor burst into a roar. Hawe began shaking his finger in Stewart"s face and hoa.r.s.ely shouting. Then a lithe young vaquero, swift as an Indian, glided under Hawe"s uplifted arm. Whatever the action he intended, he was too late for its execution. Stewart lunged out, struck the vaquero, and knocked him off the porch. As he fell a dagger glittered in the sunlight and rolled clinking over the stones. The man went down hard and did not move. With the same abrupt violence, and a manner of contempt, Stewart threw Hawe off the porch, then Don Carlos, who, being less supple, fell heavily. Then the mob backed before Stewart"s rush until all were down in the courtyard.
The shuffling of feet ceased, the clanking of spurs, and the shouting.
Nels and Monty, now reinforced by Nick Steele, were as shadows of Stewart, so closely did they follow him. Stewart waved them back and stepped down into the yard. He was absolutely fearless; but what struck Madeline so keenly was his magnificent disdain. Manifestly, he knew the nature of the men with whom he was dealing. From the look of him it was natural for Madeline to expect them to give way before him, which they did, even Hawe and his attendants sullenly retreating.
Don Carlos got up to confront Stewart. The prostrate vaquero stirred and moaned, but did not rise.
"You needn"t jibber Spanish to me," said Stewart. "You can talk American, and you can understand American. If you start a rough-house here you and your Greasers will be cleaned up. You"ve got to leave this ranch. You can have the stock, the packs and traps in the second corral.
There"s grub, too. Saddle up and hit the trail. Don Carlos, I"m dealing more than square with you. You"re lying about these boxes of guns and cartridges. You"re breaking the laws of my country, and you"re doing it on property in my charge. If I let smuggling go on here I"d be implicated myself. Now you get off the range. If you don"t I"ll have the United States cavalry here in six hours, and you can gamble they"ll get what my cowboys leave of you."
Don Carlos was either a capital actor and gratefully relieved at Stewart"s leniency or else he was thoroughly cowed by references to the troops. "Si, Senor! Gracias, Senor!" he exclaimed; and then, turning away, he called to his men. They hurried after him, while the fallen vaquero got to his feet with Stewart"s help and staggered across the courtyard. In a moment they were gone, leaving Hawe and his several comrades behind.
Hawe was spitefully ejecting a wad of tobacco from his mouth and swearing in an undertone about "white-livered Greasers." He c.o.c.ked his red eye speculatively at Stewart.