And," he added with as much impressiveness as if he were talking sense, "everybody in Calabasas would be sorry to see Sa.s.soon put off a stage. But Sa.s.soon is off: that is the situation. We are sorry. If it occurs again----"
"What do you mean?" thundered Morgan, resenting the interference. "De Spain is the manager, isn"t he? What we want to know is, what you are going to do about it?" he demanded, addressing de Spain again.
"There is nothing more to be done," returned de Spain composedly.
"I"ve already told Elpaso if Sa.s.soon starts another fight on a stage to put him off again."
Morgan"s fist came down on the bar. "Look here, de Spain! You come from Medicine Bend, don"t you? Well, you can"t bully Music Mountain men--understand that."
"Any time you have a real grievance, Morgan, I"ll be glad to consider it," said de Spain. "When one of your men is drunk and quarrelsome he will be put off like any other disturber. That we can"t avoid. Public stages can"t be run any other way."
"All right," retorted Morgan. "If you take that tack for your new management, we"ll see how you get along running stages down in this country."
"We will run them peaceably, just as long as we can," smiled de Spain.
"We will get on with everybody that gives us a chance."
Morgan pointed a finger at him. "I give you a chance, de Spain, right now. Will you discharge Elpaso?"
"No."
Morgan almost caught his breath at the refusal. But de Spain could be extremely blunt, and in the parting shots between the two he gave no ground.
"Jeffries put me here to stop this kind of rowdyism on the stages," he said to Lefever on their way back to the barn. "This is a good time to begin. And Sa.s.soon and Gale Morgan are good men to begin with," he added.
As the horses of the two men emerged from the canyon they saw a slender horsewoman riding in toward the barn from the Music Mountain trail. She stopped in front of McAlpin, the barn boss, who stood outside the office door. McAlpin, the old Medicine Bend barnman, had been promoted from Sleepy Cat by the new manager. De Spain recognized the roan pony, but, aside from that, a glance at the figure of the rider, as she sat with her back to him, was enough to a.s.sure him of Nan Morgan. He spurred ahead fast enough to overhear a request she was making of McAlpin to mail a letter for her. She also asked McAlpin, just as de Spain drew up, whether the down stage had pa.s.sed. McAlpin told her it had. De Spain, touching his hat, spoke: "I am going right up to Sleepy Cat. I"ll mail your letter if you wish."
She looked at him in some surprise, and then glanced toward Lefever, who now rode up. De Spain was holding out his hand for the letter. His eyes met Nan"s, and each felt the moment was a sort of challenge. De Spain, a little self-conscious under her inspection, was aware only of her rather fearless eyes and the dark hair under her fawn cowboy hat.
"Thank you," she responded evenly. "If the stage is gone I will hold it to add something." So saying, she tucked the letter inside her blouse and spoke to her pony, which turned leisurely down the road.
"I"m trying to get acquainted with your country to-day," returned de Spain, managing with his knee to keep his own horse moving alongside Nan as she edged away.
She seemed disinclined to answer, but the silence and the awkwardness of his presence drew at length a dry disclaimer: "This is not my country."
"I understood," exclaimed de Spain, following his doubtful advantage, "you lived out this way."
"I live near Music Mountain," returned Nan somewhat ungraciously, using her own skill at the same time to walk her horse away from her unwelcome companion.
"I"ve heard of Music Mountain," continued de Spain, urging his lagging steed. "I"ve often wanted to get over there to hunt."
Nan, without speaking, ruthlessly widened the distance between the two. De Spain un.o.btrusively spurred his steed to greater activity.
"You must have a great deal of game around you. Do you hunt?" he asked.
He knew she was famed as a huntress, but he could make no headway whatever against her studied reserve. He watched her hands, graceful even in heavy gloves; he noticed the neck-piece of her tan blouse, and liked the brown throat and the chin set so resolutely against him. He surmised that she perhaps felt some contempt for him because she had outshot him, and he continued to ask about game, hoping for a chance in some far-off time to redeem his marksmanship before her and giving her every possible chance to invite him to try the hunting around Music Mountain.
She was deaf to the broadest hints; and when at length she excused herself and turned her pony from the Sleepy Cat road into the Morgan Gap trail, de Spain had been defeated in every attempt to arouse the slightest interest in anything he had said. But, watching with regret, at the parting, the trim lines of her figure as she dashed away on the desert trail, seated as if a part of her spirited horse, he felt only a fast-rising resolution to attempt again to break through her stubborn reticence and know her better.
CHAPTER IV
FIRST BLOOD AT CALABASAS
Nothing more than de Spain"s announcement that he would sustain his stage-guards was necessary to arouse a violent resentment at Calabasas and among the Morgan following. Some of the numerous disaffected were baiting the stages most of the time. They bullied the guards, fought the pa.s.sengers, and fomented discontent among the drivers. In all Thief River disturbances, whether a raid on cattlemen, a stage hold-up, a gun fight, or a tedious war of words, the Calabasas men, sometimes apparently for the mere maintaining of prestige, appeared to take leading roles. After de Spain"s declaration the grievance against Elpaso was made a general one along the line. His stage was singled out and ridden at times both by Sandusky and Logan--the really dangerous men of the Spanish Sinks--and by Gale Morgan and Sa.s.soon to stir up trouble.
But old Frank Elpaso was far from being a fool. A fight with any one of these men meant that somebody would be killed, and no one could tell just who, Elpaso shrewdly reckoned, until the roll-call at the end of it. He therefore met truculence with diplomacy, threatening looks with flattery, and hard words with a long story. Moreover, all Calabasas knew that Elpaso, if he had to, would fight, and that the eccentric guard was not actually to be cornered with impunity. Even Logan, who, like Sandusky, was known to be without fear and without mercy, felt at least a respect for Elpaso"s shortened shotgun, and stopped this side actual hostilities with him. When the June clean-up of the No. 2 Thief River mine came through--one hundred and six thousand dollars in gold bullion under double guard--and a Calabasas contingent of night-riders tried to stop the treasure, rumor along the Sinks had it that Elpaso"s slugs, delivered at the right moment, were responsible for Deaf Sandusky"s long illness at Bear Dance, and the failure of the subsequent masked attack on the up stage.
Sa.s.soon, however, owing to the indignity now put upon him, also nourished a particular grievance against the meditative guard, and his was one not tempered either by prudence or calculation. His chance came one night when Elpaso had unwisely allowed himself to be drawn into a card game at Calabasas Inn. Elpaso was notoriously a stickler for a square deal at cards. He was apparently the only man at Calabasas that hoped for such a thing, and certainly the only one so rash as to fight for it--yet he always did. A dispute on this occasion found him without a friend in the room. Sa.s.soon reached for him with a knife.
McAlpin was the first to get the news at the barn. He gave first aid to the helpless guard, and, without dreaming he could be got to a surgeon alive, rushed him in a light wagon to the hospital at Sleepy Cat, where it was said that he must have more lives than a wildcat.
Sa.s.soon, not caring to brave de Spain"s anger in town, went temporarily into hiding. A second surgeon was brought from Medicine Bend, and heroic efforts were put forth to nurse again into life the feeble spark the a.s.sa.s.sin had left in the unlucky guard.
Word of this cutting reached de Spain at Thief River. He started for Calabasas, learned there during a brief stop what he could--which was, of course, next to nothing--of the affray, and posted on to Sleepy Cat.
A conference was held in Jeffries"s office. De Spain, Lefever, and some of the division staff discussed the situation raised by the affair. De Spain was instructed to see that Sa.s.soon was brought in and made an example of for the benefit of his Calabasas friends.
Accordingly, while the guard"s life hung in the balance, the sheriff, Jim Druel, was despatched after Sa.s.soon. A great deal of inquiry, much riding, and a lot of talk on Druel"s part accomplished nothing.
Lefever spoiled with impatience to get after Sa.s.soon. "The only way we"ll ever get one of that gang is to go for him ourselves," said he.
The sheriff"s campaign did collapse. Sa.s.soon could not be found although rumor was notorious that he continued to haunt Calabasas.
Lefever"s irritation grew. "Never mind, John," counselled de Spain, "forget about wanting him. Sometime one of us will stumble on him, and when we do we"ll shackle him." The precaution was taken, meantime, to secure a warrant for the missing man, together with authority for either of the two to serve it. Elpaso, in the end, justified his old reputation by making a recovery--haltingly, it is true, and with perilous intervals of sinking, but a recovery.
It was while he still lay in the hospital and hope was very low that de Spain and Lefever rode, one hot morning, into Calabasas and were told by McAlpin that Sa.s.soon had been seen within five minutes at the inn. To Lefever the news was like a bubbling spring to a thirsty man.
His face beamed, he tightened his belt, shook out his gun, and looked with benevolent interest on de Spain, who stood pondering. "If you will stay right here, Henry," he averred convincingly, "I will go over and get Sa.s.soon."
The chief stage-guard, Bob Scott, the Indian, was in the barn. He smiled at Lefever"s enthusiasm. "Sa.s.soon," said he, "is slippery."
"You"d better let us go along and see you do it," suggested de Spain, who with the business in hand grew thoughtful.
"Gentlemen, I thank you," protested Lefever, raising one hand in deprecation, the other resting lightly on his holster. "We still have some _little_ reputation to maintain along the Sinks. Don"t let us make it a _posse_ for _Sa.s.soon_." No one opposed him further, and he rode away alone.
"It won"t be any trouble for John to bring Sa.s.soon in," murmured Scott, who spoke with a smile and in the low tone and deliberate manner of the Indian, "if he can find him."
With de Spain, Scott remained in front of the barn, saddled horses in hand. They could see nothing of the scene of action, and de Spain was forced in idleness to curb his impatience. Lefever rode down to the inn without seeing a living thing anywhere about it. When he dismounted in front he thought he heard sounds within the barroom, but, pushing open the door and looking circ.u.mspectly into the room before entering, he was surprised to find it empty.
There was something, under the circ.u.mstances and in the stimulus of danger, almost uncanny in the silence, the absence of any life whatever about the place. Lefever walked cautiously inside; there seemed no need of caution. No one was there to confront or oppose him.
Surveying the interior with a rapid glance, he walked to the left end of the bar and, gun in readiness, looked apprehensively behind it. Not so much as a strainer was to be seen underneath. He noticed, however, that the sash of the low window on his left, which looked into the patio, was open, and two heel-marks in the hard clay suggested that a man might have jumped through. Whether these were Sa.s.soon"s heels or another"s, Lefever decided they const.i.tuted his clew, and, running out of the front door, he sprang into his saddle and rode to where he could signal de Spain and Scott to come up.
He told his story as they joined him, and the three returned to the inn. Scott rode directly to the rear. Lefever took de Spain in to the bar, showed him the open sash, and pointed to the heel-prints. De Spain stepped through the window, Lefever following. An examination showed the slide of a spur-rowel behind one heel-mark and indications of a hasty jump.
While they bent over the signs that seemed to connect their quarry with the place, a door opened across the courtyard, and Pedro appeared. He was curiously dense to all inquiries, and Lefever, convinced that Sa.s.soon was somewhere at hand, revenged himself by searching the place.
In the dark kitchen a very old woman and a slovenly girl were at work.
No one else was to be found anywhere.
De Spain, who was the more experienced tracker, thought he could follow the footprints to the arched opening across the patio. This was closed only by a swinging gate, and afforded easy escape from a pursuer. At some distance outside this gate, as de Spain threw it open, sat Bob Scott on his horse. De Spain made inquiry of Scott. No one had been seen. Returning to Lefever, who, greatly chagrined, had convinced himself that Sa.s.soon had got away, de Spain called Scott into the patio.
A better tracker than either of his companions, Scott after a minute confirmed their belief that Sa.s.soon must have escaped by the window.
He then took the two men out to where some one, within a few minutes, had mounted a horse and galloped off.