"Anyhow, I hed a bunch o" money in on the deal, though I "ll be darned if I know just what"s become o" it. Yer see, stranger, Gene hed the inside o" this Injun business, bein" as he "s sorter squaw man--"
"What!" interrupted the other sharply. "Do you mean he married into one of the tribes?"
"Sorter left-handed--yep; a Cheyenne woman. Little thing like that did n"t faze Gene none, if he did have a white wife--a blamed good-looker she was too. She was out here onc"t, three years ago, "bout a week maybe. Course she did n"t know nothin" "bout the squaw, an" the Injuns was all huntin" down in the Wichitas. But as I wus sayin", Gene caught on to this yere Injun war last spring--I reckon ol" Koleta, his Injun father-in-law, likely told him what wus brewin"--he"s sorter a war-chief. Anyhow he knew thet h.e.l.l wus to pay, an" so we natch"ally gathered up our long-horns an" drove "em east whar they would n"t be raided. We did n"t git all the critters rounded up, as we wus in a hurry, an" they wus scattered some "cause of a hard winter. So I come back yere to round up the rest o" ther bunch."
"And brand a few outsiders."
He grinned.
"Maybe I was n"t over-particular, but anyhow I got a thousand head together by the last o" June, an" hit the trail with "em. Then h.e.l.l sure broke loose. "Fore we "d got that bunch o" cattle twenty mile down the Cimarron we wus rounded up by a gang o" Cheyenne Injuns, headed by that ornery Koleta, and every horn of "em drove off. Thar wa"n"t no fight; the d.a.m.n bucks just laughed at us, an" left us sittin"
thar out on the prairie. They hogged hosses an" all."
He wiped his face, and spat into the fire, while Hamlin sat silent, gun in hand.
"I reckon now as how Le Fevre put ol" Koleta wise to that game, but I was plum innocent then," he went on regretfully. "Wall, we,--thar wus four o" us,--hoofed it east till we struck some ranchers on Cow Crick, and got the loan o" some ponies. Then I struck out to locate the main herd. It didn"t take me long, stranger, to discover thar wa"n"t no herd to locate. But I struck their trail, whar Le Fevre had driven "em up into Missouri and cashed in fer a pot o" money. Then the d.a.m.n cuss just natch"ally vanished. I plugged "bout fer two er three months hopin" ter ketch up with him, but I never did. I heerd tell o" him onc"t or twice, an" caught on he was travellin" under "nuther name--some durn French contraction--but thet"s as much as I ever did find out. Finally, up in Independence I wus so durn near broke I reckoned I "d better put what I hed left in a grub stake, an" drift back yere. I figgered thet maybe I could pick up some o" those Injun cattle again, and maybe some mavericks, an" so start "nuther herd.
Anyhow I could lie low fer a while, believin" Le Fevre wus sure ter come back soon as he thought the coast wus clear. I knew then he an"
Koleta was in cahoots an" he "d be headin" this way after the stock.
So I come down yere quiet, an" laid fer him to show up."
"What then?"
"Nuthin" much, till yisterday. I got tergether some cows, herded down river a ways, out o" sight in the bluffs, but hev hed ter keep mighty quiet ter save my hair. Them Cheyennes are sure pisen this year, an"
raisin" Cain. I never see "em so rambunctious afore. But I hung on yere, hidin" out, cause I didn"t hev nowhar else ter go. An"
yisterday, just ahead o" the blizzard, a Kiowa buck drifted in yere.
Slipped down the bluff, an" caught me "fore ever I saw him. Never laid eyes on the red afore but he wus friendly "nough, natch"ally mistakin"
me fer one o" Le Fevre"s herders. His name wus Black Smoke, an" he could n"t talk no English worth mentionin", but we made out to understan" each other in Mex. He wus too darn hungry and tired to talk much anyhow. But I got what I wanted to know out o" him."
"Well, go on, Hughes; you are making a long story out of it."
"The rest is short "nough. It seems he an" ol" Koleta, an" a young Cheyenne buck, had been hangin" "round across the river from Dodge fer quite a while waitin" fer Le Fevre to pull off some sorter stunt.
Maybe I did n"t get just the straight o" it, but anyhow they held up a paymaster, er something like that, fer a big boodle. They expected to do it quiet like, hold the off"cer a day er so out in the desert, an"
then turn him loose to howl. But them plans did n"t just exactly work.
The fellow"s daughter was with him, when the pinch was made, an" they hed to take her "long too. Then the officer man got ugly, an" had to be shot, an" Le Fevre quarrelled with the other white man in the outfit, an" killed him. That left the gal on their hands, an" them all in a h.e.l.l of a fix if they wus ever caught. The young Injuns wanted to kill the gal too, an" shet her mouth, but somehow Le Fevre an" Koleta would n"t hear to it--said she "d be worth more alive than dead, an"
that they could hide her whar she "d never be heard of ag"in unless her friends put up money to buy her back."
Hamlin was leaning forward, watching the speaker intently, and it seemed to him his heart had stopped beating. This story had the semblance of truth; it _was_ the truth. So Dupont and Le Fevre were one and the same. He could believe this now, could perceive the resemblance, although the man had grown older, taken on flesh, and disguised himself wonderfully by growing that black beard. Yet, at the moment, he scarcely considered the man at all; his whole interest concentrated on the fate of the unfortunate girl.
"Where were they taking her, Hughes--do you know?"
"Wa"n"t but one place fer "em to take her--the Cheyennes hev got winter camp down yonder on the Canadian--Black Kettle"s outfit. Onc"t thar, all h.e.l.l could n"t pry her loose."
"And Le Fevre dared go there? Among those hostiles?"
"Him!" Hughes laughed scornfully. "Why, he"s hand in glove with the whole bunch. He"s raided with "em, decked out in feathers an"
war-paint."
The Sergeant thought rapidly and leaped to a sudden conclusion.
"And you were trying to kill him when you shot us up?"
"Thet wus the idea, stranger; if I got a friend o" yourn, I "m powerful sorry."
CHAPTER XXVIII
s...o...b..UND
The gleam in Hamlin"s eyes impelled the other to go on, and explain fully.
"Lord, I know how yer feel, stranger, an", I reckon, if yer was to plug me right yere it would n"t more "n even matters up. But yer listen furst afore yer shoot. Thet Kiowa Black Smoke was sent on ahead, an"
got yere afore the storm. He said them others wus "bout four hours behind, an" headin" fer this yere cabin to make camp. They wa"n"t hurryin" none, fer they did n"t suspect they wus bein" tracked. Well, thet was my chance; what I "d been campin" out yere months a-waitin"
fer. I did n"t expect ter git nuthin" back, y" understand; all I wanted was ter kill that d.a.m.n skunk, an" squar accounts. It looked ter me then like I hed him on the hip. He did n"t know I was in the kintry; all I hed to do was lay out in the hills, an" take a pot-shot at him afore he saw me."
"And get the girl and the money."
"As G.o.d is my witness, I never thought "bout thet. I jest wanted ter plug him. I know it sounds sorter cowardly, but that fellow "s a gun-fighter, an" he hed two Injuns with him. Anyhow that wus my notion, an" as soon as Black Smoke went lopin" up the valley, I loaded up, an" climbed them bluffs, to whar I hed a good look-out erlong the north trail. I laid out thar all night. The storm come up, an" I mighty nigh froze, but snuggled down inter ther snow an" stuck. When yer onc"t get a killin" freak on, yer goin" through h.e.l.l an" high water ter get yer man. Thet"s how I felt. Well, just "long "bout daylight an outfit showed up. With my eyes half froze over, an" ther storm blowin" the snow in my face, I could n"t see much--nuthin" but outlines o" hosses an" men. But thar was four o" "em, an" a big fellow ahead breakin" trail. Course I thought it was Le Fevre; I wa"n"t lookin" fer no one else, an" soon as I dared, I let drive. He flopped over dead as a door nail, an" then I popped away a couple o" times at the others.
One fell down, an" I thought I got him, but did n"t wait to make sure; just turned and hoofed it fer cover, knowin" the storm would hide my trail. I "d got the man I went after, an" just natch"ally did n"t give er whoop what become o" the rest. As I went down the bank I heard "em shootin" so I knowed some wus alive yet an" it would be better fer me to crawl inter my hole an" lie still."
Hamlin sat motionless, staring at the man, not quite able to comprehend his character. Killing was part of the western code, and he could appreciate Hughes" eagerness for revenge, but the underlying cowardice in the man was almost bewildering. Finally he got up, swept the revolver on the bench into his pocket, walked over, and picked up the gun.
"Now, Hughes," he said quietly. "I"ll talk, and you listen. In my judgment you are a miserable sneaking cur, and I am going to trust you just so far as I can watch you. I suppose I ought to shoot you where you are, and have done with it. You killed one of the best men who ever lived, a friend of mine, Sam Wa.s.son--"
"Who?"
"Sam Wa.s.son, a government scout."
Hughes dropped his face into his hands.
"Good Lord! I knew him!"
The Sergeant drew a deep breath, and into his face there came a look almost of sympathy.
"Then you begin to realize the sort of fool you are," he went on soberly. "They don"t make better men out here; his little finger was worth more than your whole body. But killing you won"t bring Sam back, and besides I reckon you "ve told me the straight story, an" his shooting was an accident in a way. Then you "re more useful to me just now alive than you would be dead. My name is Hamlin, sergeant Seventh Cavalry, and I am here after that man Le Fevre. We trailed his outfit from Dodge until the storm struck us, and then came straight through travelling by compa.s.s. I did not know the man"s name was Le Fevre until you told me; up in Kansas he is known as Dupont."
"That "s it; that"s the name he took when he sold the cattle."
"The officer robbed and killed was Major McDonald, and it is his daughter they hold. The fellow Dupont quarrelled with and shot was a deserter named Connors. We found the body. Now where do you suppose Le Fevre is?"
Hughes stared into the fire, nervously pulling his beard.
"Wall, I "d say in west yere somewhar along the Cimarron. "T ain"t likely he had a compa.s.s, an" the wind wus from the nor"east. Best they could do, the ponies would drift. The Injuns would keep the gineral direction, o" course, storm "er no storm, an" Gene is some plainsman himself, but thet blizzard would sheer "em off all the same. I reckon they "re under the banks ten mile, er more, up thar. An" soon as there "s a change in weather, they "ll ride fer Black Kettle"s camp. Thet"s my guess, mister."
Hamlin turned the situation over deliberately in his mind, satisfied that Hughes had reviewed the possibilities correctly. If Le Fevre"s party had got through at all, then that was the most likely spot for them to be hiding in. They would have drifted beyond doubt, farther than Hughes supposed, probably, as he had been sheltered from the real violence of the wind as it raged on the open plain. They might be fifteen, even twenty miles away, and so completely drifted in as to be undiscoverable except through accident. What course then was best to pursue? The storm was likely to continue violent for a day, perhaps two days longer. His horses were exhausted, and Carroll helpless. It might not even be safe to leave the latter alone. Yet if the frozen man could be left in the hut to take care of himself and the ponies, would there be any hope of success in an effort to proceed up the river on foot? He could make Hughes go--that was n"t the difficulty--but probably they could n"t cover five miles a day through the snowdrifts.
And, even if they did succeed in getting through in time to intercept the fugitives, the others would possess every advantage--both position for defense, and horses on which to escape. Hughes, lighting his pipe, confident now in his own mind that he was personally safe, seemed to sense the problem troubling the Sergeant.
"I reckon I know this yere kintry well "nough," he said lazily, "ter give yer a pointer er two. I "ve rounded up long-horns west o" yere.
Them fellers ain"t goin" to strike out fer the Canadian till after the storm quits. By thet time yer ponies is rested up in better shape than theirs will be, and we kin strike "cross to the sou"west. We "re bound either to hit "em, or ride "cross thar trail."