"Woods, don"t you pay no attention to what this man says. You keep your men on the job. An" if you got another drop of whiskey----"
"The bottle"s where you put it," retorted Woods. "Under your pillow."
Blenham rolled on his side, slipping his hand under his pillow. All the time his one red eye shone evilly on Steve, who, his wits about him, stepped back into the corner whence he might at the same time watch Woods and that hand of Blenham"s which was making its stupid little play of seeking a bottle.
"Take it out by the neck, Blenham," said Steve sternly. "Take it out by the neck and pa.s.s it to me, b.u.t.t end first! _Sabe_? I"m guessing the kind of drink you"d like to set up."
Blenham"s one eye and Steve"s two clashed; Woods watched interestedly.
He even laughed as at last, with an exclamation which was as much a groan as a curse, Blenham jerked out his gun and flung it down on his quilt. Steve took it up and shoved it into his pocket.
"There"s jus" a han"ful of men over to the cookhouse," said Woods humorously. "Havin" stuck up me an" Blenham you oughtn"t to have no trouble over there!"
"How many men?" demanded Steve quietly. "Thirteen, if I counted right, eh, Woods? That"s no kind of a number to pin your hopes on! And now listen; I"ll cut it short: If there is any trouble this morning, if any man gets hurt, remember that this is my land, that you jaspers are trespa.s.sing, that I am simply defending my property. In other words, you"re in wrong. You"ll be skating on pretty thin ice if you just plead later on that you were obeying orders from Blenham; follow Blenham long enough and you"ll get to the pen. Now, I"m going outside.
You and Blenham stay in here until I call for you. I"ll shut the door; you leave it shut. Take time to roll yourself a smoke and think things over before you start anything, Joe Woods."
Then swiftly he whipped open the door, stepped out, and snapped it shut after him.
"I"m taking a chance," he muttered, his eyes hard, his jaw set and thrust forward. "A good long chance. But that"s the way to play the game!"
The door of the cook"s shed, facing him from across the creek, was still closed. Steve moved a dozen paces down-stream; now he could command Woods"s cabin with the tail of his eye, look straight into the kitchen when the door opened, keep an eye upon the one little square window.
"It"s all in the cards," he told himself grimly. "A man can win a jack pot on a pair of deuces, if he plays the game right!"
At this point Packard"s Creek is narrow; the distance between the spot where he stood and the door of the cook-shed was not over forty feet.
He shifted Woods"s gun to his left hand, taking into his right Blenham"s old-style revolver which was more to his fancy. Then, to get matters under way in as emphatic a manner as he knew how, he sent a bullet crashing through the cook"s roof.
The murmur of voices died away suddenly; it was intensely still for a moment; then there was a scrambling, a sc.r.a.ping of heavy boots and dragging benches, and the cook"s door snapped back against the outside wall, the opening filled with hulking forms, as men crowded to see what was happening. What they saw was the nose of Blenham"s gun in Steve"s hand.
"Back up there," shouted Packard. "Stand still while you listen to me."
They hesitated, wondering. A man growled something, his voice deep-throated and truculent. Another man laughed. The forms filling the doorway began a slow bulging outward as other forms behind crowded upon them.
Within Woods"s cabin there was a little noise.
"You men are leaving to-day," said Steve hastily. "Just as fast as you can pull your freight. Blenham and Woods are going with you. All told there are above a dozen of you and only one of me. But I"ve got Woods"s gun and Blenham"s and I happen to mean business. This is my outfit; if you fellows start anything and there is trouble, why you"re on the wrong side of the fence. Besides, you"re apt to get hurt.
Blenham and Woods are quitting cold; so far as I can see you boys would be a pack of fools to make more of a stand than they are doing."
The man who had laughed and who now thrust his face forward through his companions, grinned widely and announced:
"We mightn"t worry none about where Blenham an" Joe get off. But we ain"t had our breakfasts yet!"
"You don"t get any breakfast on my land!" said Steve sharply, more afraid just now of having to do with good nature than with anger.
For if the dozen men there simply laughed and stepped out and dispersed, his hands would be tied; he couldn"t shoot down a lot of joking men and he knew it. And they would know it.
"You"re on your way right now! You, there!" This to a big, stoop-shouldered young giant in the fore, blue-eyed, straw-haired, northern-looking. "Step out this way, Sandy! And step lively."
The northerner shrugged and looked belligerent. Steve moistened his lips.
"You can"t bluff me--" began the northerner.
And Steve knew that, having gone this far, he could not stop at bluffing. And he knew that he must not seem to hesitate.
"I can shoot as straight as most men," he said smoothly. "But sometimes I miss an inch or two at this distance. You men who don"t want to take any unnecessary chances had better give Sandy a little more elbow-room!"
The stoop-shouldered man squared himself a little, jerked up his head, took on a fresh air of defiance. Slowly Steve lifted the muzzle of his gun--slowly a man drew back from the northerner, a man fell away to the right, a man drew a hasty pace back at the left. He was left standing in the middle of the open doorway. He shifted a little, doubled his fists at his sides, twisted his head.
Again a noise from Woods"s cabin. Steve saw that the door had quietly opened six inches. There was a quick movement within; the door was flung wide open. Woods was standing in the opening, a rifle in his hands, the barrel trained on Steve"s chest. Steve saw the look in Woods"s eye, whirled and fired first. The rifle bullet cut whistling high through the air; Woods dropped the rifle and reeled and went down under the impact of a leaden missile from a forty-five calibre revolver. The rifle lay just outside now.
The squat young giant with the blue eyes and shock head of hair had not stirred. His mouth was open; his face was stupidly expressionless.
"Throw up your hands and step outside!" Steve called to him roughly.
The man started, looked swiftly about him, stepped forward, lifting his big hands. They were still clenched but opened slowly and loosely as they went above his head.
"Turn your back this way," commanded Steve, feeling his mastery of the moment and knowing that he must drive his advantage swiftly. "Belly to the wall. That"s it. Next!"
A man, the man who had twice laughed, stepped forward eagerly. He needed no invitation to lift his hands, nor yet to go to the other"s side, his face to the wall. His eyes were bulging a little; they were fixed not on Steve Packard but on the body of Joe Woods. The timber boss lay across the threshold, half in, half out, twisting a little where he lay.
Now, one after another, speaking in low voices or not at all, the timber crew came out into the stillness of the new day. Steve counted them as they appeared, always keeping the tail of his eye on Woods"s door, always realizing that Blenham was still to be dealt with, always watchful of the small square window in the cook"s shed. Once he saw a face there; he called out warningly and the face hastily withdrew.
At last they were outside, thirteen men with their backs to him, their hands lifted. Stepping backward Steve went to Woods"s cabin.
"Come out, Blenham," he called curtly.
Blenham cursed him but came. Stepping over Woods"s body he said threateningly:
"Killed him, have you? You"ll swing for that."
"Stand where you are, Blenham." He wondered dully if he had killed Woods. He considered the matter almost impersonally just now; the game wasn"t yet played, cards were out, the mind must be cool, the eye quick. "You two boys on the end come over here and help me with Woods."
Again Woods"s big body twisted; it even turned half over now, and Woods sat up. His hand went to his shoulder; Steve saw the hand go red.
Woods"s face was white and drawn with pain. His eyes went to the rifle at his feet. Steve stepped forward, took the thing up, tossed it back into the cabin. Woods swayed, pitched a little forward, caught himself, steadied himself with a hand on the door-jamb, and shakily drew himself to his feet. Steve marvelled at him.
"If you like, Woods," he said quietly, "I"ll have you taken over to my place and will send for a doctor for you."
"Aw, h.e.l.l, I ain"t hurt bad," said Woods.
Steve saw how his brows contracted as he spoke. The red hand was laid rather hurriedly on the shoulder of one of the two men whom Steve had summoned across the creek.
Blenham turned away and went down-stream, toward the big wagon. Woods followed, walking slowly and painfully, leaning now and again on his support.
As Steve called to them the men lined up along the wall of the cook"s shed, turned, and, their hands still lifted, went down-stream. One after another they climbed up into the wagon. Two or three laughed; for the most part there were only black faces and growing anger. Many of them had drunk much and slept little last night; not a man of them but missed his coffee.
Packard caught up his horse"s reins and swung into the saddle calling out:
"I don"t know anything you"re waiting for. Climb into the seat, somebody. Get started. Blenham and Woods both need a doctor. And you needn"t come back for anything you left; I"ll have all your junk boxed and hauled into Red Creek this afternoon."
A man gathered up the four reins and climbed to the high seat. The brake was snapped back, the horses danced, set their necks into their collars, and the wheels turned. Behind them Steve Packard, still watchful, rode to escort them to a satisfactory distance beyond the border of his property.