He saluted again, and seeing that she had nothing to add, retired quietly.
For two nights there was little sleep for Clara. She pa.s.sed them in pondering Thurstane"s chances, or in listening for his returning footsteps. Yet when the train set out for the Moqui pueblos, she seemed as vigorous and more vivacious than usual. What supported her now and for days afterward was what is called the strength of fever.
The return across the desert was even more terrible than the advance, for the two scant water-holes had been nearly exhausted by the Apaches, so that both beasts and human beings suffered horribly with thirst. There was just this one good thing about the parched and famished wilderness, that it relieved the emigrants from all fear of ambushing enemies. Supernatural beings alone could have, bushwhacked here. The Apaches had gone.
Meanwhile Sergeant Meyer had a sore conscience. From the moment the boat went down the San Juan he had more or less lain awake with the idea that, according to the spirit of his instructions from Thurstane, he ought to have Texas Smith tied up and shot. Orders were orders; there was no question about that, as a general principle; the sergeant had never heard the statement disputed. But when he came to consider the case now before him, he was out-generalled by a doubt. This, drifting of a boat down a strange river, was it murder in the sense intended by Thurstane? And, supposing it to be murder, could it be charged in any way upon Smith? In the whole course of his military experience Sergeant Meyer had never been more perplexed. On the evening of the first day"s march he could bear his sense of responsibility no longer, and decided to call a council of war.
Beckoning his sole remaining comrade aside from the bivouac, he entered upon business.
"Kelly, we are unter insdructions," he began in his flute-like tone.
"I know it, sergeant," replied Kelly, decorously squirting his tobacco-juice out of the corner of his mouth furthest from his superior.
"The question is, Kelly, whether Schmidt should pe shot."
"The responsibility lies upon you, sergeant. I will shoot him if so be such is orders."
"Kelly, the insdructions were to shoot him if murder should habben in this barty. The instructions were loose."
"They were so, sergeant--not defining murder."
"The question is, Kelly, whether what has habbened to the leftenant is murder. If it is murder, then Schmidt must go."
The two men were sitting on a bowlder side by side, their hands on their knees and their muskets leaning against their shoulders. They did not look at each other at all, but kept their grave eyes on the ground. Kelly squirted his tobacco-juice sidelong two or three times before he replied.
"Sergeant," he finally said, "my opinion is we can"t set this down for murder until we know somebody is dead."
"Shust so, Kelly. That is my obinion myself."
"Consequently it follows, sergeant, if you don"t see to the contrary, that until we know that to be a fact, it would be uncalled for to shoot Smith."
"What you zay, Kelly, is shust what I zay."
"Furthermore, however, sergeant, it might be right and is the way of duty, to call up Smith and make him testify as to what he knows of this business, whether it be murder, or meant for murder."
"c.o.c.k your beece, Kelly."
Both men c.o.c.ked their pieces.
"Now I will gall Schmidt out and question him," continued Meyer, "You will stand on one side and pe ready to opey my orders."
"Very good, sergeant," said Kelly, and dropped back a little into the nearly complete darkness.
Meyer sang out sharply, "Schmidt! Texas Schmidt!"
The desperado heard the summons, hesitated a moment, c.o.c.ked the revolver in his belt, loosened his knife in its sheath, rose from his blanket, and walked slowly in the direction of the voice. Pa.s.sing Kelly without seeing him, he confronted Meyer, his hand on his pistol. There was not the slightest tremor in the hoa.r.s.e, low croak with which he asked, "What"s the game, sergeant?"
"Schmidt, stand berfectly still," said Meyer in his softest fluting.
"Kelly has his beece aimed at your head. If you stir hant or foot, you are a kawn koose."
CHAPTER x.x.xII.
Texas Smith was too old a borderer to attempt to draw his weapons while such a man as Kelly was sighting him at ten feet distance.
"Play yer hand, sergeant," he said; "you"ve got the keerds."
"You know, Schmidt, that our leftenant has been garried down the river,"
continued Meyer.
The bushwhacker responded with a grunt which expressed neither pleasure nor sorrow, but merely a.s.sent.
"You know," went on the sergeant, "that such things cannot habben to officers without investigations."
"He war a squar man, an" a white man," said Texas. "I didn"t have nothin"
to do with cuttin" him loose, if he war cut loose."
"You didn"t saw the lariat yourself, Schmidt, I know that. But do you know who did saw it?"
"I dunno the first thing about it."
"Bray to pe struck tead if you do."
"I dunno how to pray."
"Then holt up your hants and gurse yourself to h.e.l.l if you do."
Lifting his hands over his head, the ignorant savage blasphemed copiously.
"Do you think you can guess how it was pusted?" persisted the soldier.
"Look a hyer!" remonstrated Smith, "ain"t you pannin" me out a leetle too fine? It mought "a" been this way, an" it mought "a" been that. But I"ve no business to point if I can"t find. When a man"s got to the bottom of his pile, you can"t fo"ce him to borrow. "Sposin" I set you barkin" up the wrong tree; what good"s that gwine to do?"
"Vell, Schmidt, I don"t zay but what you zay right. You mustn"t zay anyting you don"t know someting apout."
After another silence, during which Texas continued to hold his hands above his head, Meyer added, "Kelly, you may come to an order. Schmidt, you may put down your hants. Will you haf a jew of topacco?"
The three men now approached each other, took alternate bites of the sergeant"s last plug of pigtail, and masticated amicably.
"You army fellers run me pootty close," said Texas, after a while, in a tone of complaint and humiliation. "I don"t want to fight bra.s.s b.u.t.tons.
They"re too many for me. The Capm he la.s.soed me, an" choked me some; an"
now you"re on it."
"When things habben to officers, they must pe looked into," replied Meyer.
"I dunno how in thunder the lariat got busted," repeated Texas. "An" if I should go for to guess, I mought guess wrong."