Bill Royce, hastily and but half dressed, came promptly to the house, stumbling along at Barbee"s heels. Blenham, his silence and watchfulness unbroken, still chewed at his fist. Barbee brought a heavy blacksnake in his hand.
"Barbee says you want me, Steve?" said Royce from the threshold. "An"
that Blenham"s here?"
"Yes, Bill," Steve answered. And to Barbee, "Close the door behind you. Lock it. Give me the key. Now fasten the shutters across both windows."
Barbee obeyed silently. Blenham"s eyes followed him, seeming fascinated by the whip in Barbee"s hand.
"Listen a minute, Bill," said Steve when Barbee had done. "I want to tell you something."
And, as briefly as might be, he told Royce of the ten dollar bills subst.i.tuted for the real legacy, of the results of his evening in Red Creek, of Barbee"s trapping Blenham, of the recovery of the ten thousand dollars, of a horse shot dead on the Red Creek road.
"Then," said Royce at the end of it, his mind catching eagerly one outstanding fact, "I was right, Steve? An" it was Blenham as gave me both barrels of Johnny Mills"s shot-gun? It was Blenham for sure, wasn"t it, Steve?"
"Yes, Bill. It was Blenham."
"An"--an" Blenham"s right across there now? It"s him I can hear breathin", Steve?"
"Yes, Bill."
"An"--an" what for did you sen" for me, Steve? What are you goin" to do to him?"
Packard beckoned to Barbee. The boy came quickly to his side, giving him the blacksnake. Steve laid it across Bill Royce"s hand.
"I"m going to give him a taste of that, Bill," he said. "And I wanted you here. You can"t see it; but before I am through with him, you can hear it!"
"Goin" to tie him up an" whip him, Steve? That it?"
"Pack of low-bred mongrel pups!" cried Blenham wrathfully, for the first time breaking his silence. "Sneakin", low-lived curs an"
cowards!"
"That it, Steve?" persisted Royce. "Goin" to tie him up an" give him a whippin" with a blacksnake?"
"I am going to whip him--for your sake, Bill," answered Steve sternly.
He threw off his coat, tossing it behind him.
"Get the chairs and table out of the way, Barbee! No, I am not going to tie him up; that isn"t necessary, Bill. I can handle him with my hands without tying him; I am going to do it. And then I am going to take the whip and lay it across him until his hide is in strips--or until he begs to be let go. Ready, Blenham?"
"Mean that?" snarled Blenham, a new look in his eye. "Mean you"re goin" to give me an even break?"
But Bill Royce, fairly trembling with an eagerness strange to him, had clutched at Steve"s arm, had found it, was holding him back, crying out excitedly:
"You"re a good pal, Stevie; you"re the best pal as ever was an" I know it! Didn"t I always know you"d be like this? But can"t you see, Stevie, can"t you see it ain"t enough another man should lick him, even when that man"s my pardner, even when it"s Stevie himself doin" it!
Ain"t I been waitin" an" waitin" to get my hands on him!"
Blenham, a little comforted by Steve"s words, jeered openly now.
"Come on, Blind Billy," he taunted. "An" when I"ve throwed you into the junk pile I"ll take on your friends! One at the time--you know how the sayin" goes!"
Steve was shaking Royce"s hand from his arm.
"Let me do this for you, Bill," he said firmly. "It"s only fair. If you could see, it would be different."
But Royce clung on desperately, crying out insistently:
"Blind as I am I can lick him! I know I can lick him! Ain"t I done it in my sleep a dozen times, a dozen ways? Ain"t I always promised myself sometime I"d get him in my two hands, I"d feel him wriggle an"
squirm? This is my fight, Steve, an"--Blenham, where are you?"
"Here!" cried Blenham. "An" gettin" tired of waitin"!"
Royce plunged toward him. But Steve Packard caught his old friend about the body, holding him back a moment.
"Easy, Bill," he said gently. "Easy. I was wrong, you are right.
It"s your fight. But take your time. Get your coat off. Barbee, stand by that window there; if Blenham tries to get out stop him. I"ll stand here. All ready, Bill?"
"Ready!" cried Royce, his voice a roar of eagerness.
"All ready, Blenham?"
"Ain"t I said it?" jeered Blenham.
"Then--" and suddenly Steve had s.n.a.t.c.hed up the lamp, blowing down the chimney and plunging the room into thick darkness--"go to it! The light is out, Bill! The room is pitch-black. You"re as well off as he is. And now, old pardner. Now!"
It was suddenly very still in the room; the thick, impenetrable darkness seemed almost a palpable curtain screening what went forward; the silence was for a little literally breathless.
Then there came the first faint, tell-tale sound, the slow, tortured creaking of a board as a man put his weight upon it. Through the darkness, across the room, Bill Royce was going slowly, questing the man who, surprised by the action of Steve"s which had reduced his advantage over a blind man, held to his corner. And then, stranger sound still through that tense silence, came Bill Royce"s low laugh.
"Good boy, Steve," he said softly. "I"d never thought of that! In the dark Blenham"s as blind as me! How do you like it, Blenham? How"d you like to have it this way all the time?"
Blenham"s only answer lay in his leaping forward, out from his corner, and striking; Royce"s answer to that was another quiet laugh. He had slipped aside; Blenham had flailed at the thin air; Royce, grown still again, knew one of the moments of sheer joy which had been his during these last weary months.
Packard and Barbee, frowning unavailingly toward each little noise, could only guess at what went forward so few inches from them. A sc.r.a.ping foot might be either Royce"s or Blenham"s; a long, deep sigh or quick breathing now here, now there, might emanate from either man.
The strange thing, thought both Barbee and Packard, was that even ten seconds could pa.s.s without these two men at each other"s throats.
But, a supreme moment his at last, Bill Royce found himself grown miserly in its expenditure; he would dribble the golden seconds through his fingers, he would draw out the experience, tasting its joy fully.
For the moment his blindness was no greater than Blenham"s; for a little Blenham would grope and wonder and hesitate and grow tense after the fashion the blind man knew so well. And then at the end, when an end could no longer be delayed, Bill Royce would mete out the long-delayed punishment.
But, since the natures of both men were downright, since their hatreds were outright, since there was little of finesse in either and a great impatience stirring both, Royce"s playing with Blenham was short.
There came a sudden shuffling of feet--and Royce"s laugh; a blow landing heavily--and Royce"s laugh; another blow, a grunt, and a panted curse from Blenham--and Royce"s laugh.
And then only a sc.r.a.ping of feet up and down, back and forth along the bare floor, the thudding of heavy shoulders into an unexpected wall, the impact of fist against body. In the utter darkness the two men gripped each other, struck, swayed together, staggered apart, only to come together again to strike harder, more merciless blows.
Packard and Barbee now held their breaths while the others panted freely; both Packard and Barbee, stepping quickly now this way and now that as the battling forms swayed up and down, sought to gauge what was happening by the sounds which came to their ears.
Muttered imprecations, scuffling feet in a rude dance of rage, another heavy, thudding blow, a coughing curse. Whose? Blenham"s, since after it came Bill Royce"s laugh. Another blow, fresh pounding and sc.r.a.ping of boots--blow on top of blow, curse on top of curse--a man falling heavily----