"But it ain"t my own hide--it"s you!"
"Now you"re gittin" down to it. An" it ain"t so much me right now, as it is that poor girl in there. There"s two of us here that it"s up to you to protect, an" the way to do it is to stay right here on the ranch till he comes for her----"
"But that"ll be a week! In the meantime Purdy might tip me off."
"No chanct fer that. With Tex on his trail he ain"t goin" to have no time for no tippin" off, an" he wouldn"t anyway--not till he"d squeezed you dry. It"s like you said, this is only the beginin"! When he"s got everything he thinks he can git out of you, then he"ll tip you off--an"
not before. An" he"s liable to show up here any minute--after her. When Tex begins to crowd him, he"s goin" to try to make a git-away, with her.
An" when he comes you make him wade through lead to git to the house!
There"s two guns in there, an" we"ll keep one loaded while you"re keepin" the other one hot!"
"What if he gits away? If Tex don"t git him--an" he don"t come back here?"
"He won"t git away, but if he does, you"re goin" to throw the saddle on your cayuse an" ride to Wolf River, an" you"re goin" to the bank an" git your friends together an" tell "em jest what you told me. Every man there is your friend an" they"ll see you through. They"ve know"d you fer six years--an" they"ll know the same as I know that there ain"t no sense in throwin" you in jail fer what happened there on the edge of the desert. You done your time fer that when you was wanderin" through them mountains. You learnt your lesson then. An" it changed you from a fool kid that was headed straight to the devil into a square man. That"s what the prisons are for--if they"re any good--an" if the mountains done the job first, why there ain"t nothin" left fer the prison to do, is there?"
"Tex Benton"s a friend of mine, I"d ought to be out there backin" up his play."
"You"re backin" up his play better by stayin" here an protectin" that woman. He"s trailin" Purdy to save her."
"But, even if we do git Purdy, there"s the others--his pals."
Jennie sniffed contemptuously: "I thought so, too, at first. But come to think it over you can"t tell me he ever let anyone else in on this!
That was a raw bluff to save his own hide. Why, his kind wouldn"t trust one another nowheres with nothin"!"
Cinnabar removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. "Women ain"t got no more education than what men has," he said, thoughtfully, "but sure as h.e.l.l they can out-think "em. I hope you"re right all down the line--an" I guess you are. Anyhow, you better be, "cause I"m goin"
to do it like you say." His eyes rested for a moment on the new cabin.
"But if you"re wrong, an" back there in Wolf River they think the slate ain"t wiped clean, an" send me up, an" the little outfit goes to the devil----"
His wife interrupted him: "Why, I"ll get my old job back, an" wait for you to git out, an" we"ll start all over again."
Cinnabar reached out and gathered the girl into his arms: "Yes," he answered, with his lips close to her ear, "an" either way, we"ll know we done the best we know"d how--an" that"s all anyone can do."
CHAPTER XXIV
"ALL FRIENDS TOGETHER"
Old Bat, with Endicott following closely, led the way through the darkness back along Timber City"s main street. At the corner of the livery stable he paused: "W"ere you hoss?"
"Why, I--wait, I"ll step across to the hotel and borrow one of Colston"s." The half-breed nodded, and hurrying across the street Endicott entered the office of the hostelry. His appearance was the signal for a sudden awkward silence among the half-dozen men that sprawled in the chairs or leaned against the cigar case. Endicott"s glance swept the faces of the men: "Where"s Mr. Colston?" he asked.
The man with the long moustache, the one who had informed him that the ferry-boat still floated, opened a door that gave into the rambling interior: "Hey!" he called, loudly, ""s Y Bar went up?"
From the region beyond came an answer and the moustached one turned to Endicott: "Yup, he"s went up. Don"t know what room"s his"n, but jest holler when you git to the top of the stairs, he ain"t got to sleep yet."
At the head of the stairs Endicott paused, a light showed through the crack at the bottom of a door, and he knocked. The door opened and Colston, in undershirt and trousers, bade him enter.
Endicott shook his head, "No I want to borrow a horse."
"Goin" after "em?" asked Colston. "Well, help yourself. The Y Bar horses are yours, now. But if I was you I"d wait right here in Timber City. A man that ain"t used to the range will get lost at night before he"s gone three miles. The chances are you"ll never reach the river--and what are you going to do when you get there?"
"I"m going to cross--somehow. I"m going to find my wife. As for getting lost, Old Bat is going with me--or rather I"m going with him."
"Bat! What"s he doing here?"
"Found out that the Texan had pulled out and came to get him. He knows Tex better than anyone knows him. He had guessed pretty accurately what was coming off here today, and he rode over to take the Texan back home."
Colston nodded: "Go ahead. If Old Bat starts on the trail you"ll find your wife." He laid a hand on Endicott"s shoulder, "and just bear in mind that when you do find her, you"ll find her all right! I, too, know the Texan. He"s been more like--like a son to me than an employee. The boy"s got his faults--but he"s a man! Barring the possibility of an accident on the river, you"ll find "em safe an" sound--an", when you do find "em, mind you bring "em both back. You"re goin" to need Tex."
Endicott nodded: "I"ll remember," he said, "and when we return, you have the papers ready, and we"ll close the deal."
While the barn dogs saddled Endicott"s horse, Old Bat led the way to the alley between the livery barn and the saloon, and throwing himself upon his belly, lighted matches and studied certain marks on the ground.
Satisfied at length he regained his feet.
"What are you hunting for?" Endicott asked.
"Hoss tracks. Tex, she ain" got hee"s own hoss. Me, A"m wan" know w"at kin" track A"m foller w"en we git "cross de riv"."
"How are we going to cross?" asked Endicott as they swung along the trail at a brisk trot.
"We ain" "cross yet. Firs", we swing down de riv". We comin" to de ranch. Plent" ranch on dis side along de riv". We git de boat."
"But, the horses? We can"t take the horses in the boat."
"We com" w"ere we need de hoss we hont de ranch an" git mor" hoss."
At the river they halted for a few moments before heading down stream, and Endicott shuddered as he gazed out over the drift-choked surface of the flood. Old Bat devined what was pa.s.sing in his mind.
"De riv", she look lak h.e.l.l w"en you stan" an" see her go pas". But she ain" so bad she look. W"en de boat git een de wattaire she ron so fas"
lak de res", an" she "bout de sam" lak she stan" still."
"Yes--but the boat--the heavy ferry--they couldn"t handle her in the water."
"Dey ain" got for han"l. De riv" she han"l. W"en de boat com" on de plac", w"at you call, de ben"--w"ere de riv" she mak" de turn, de boat she gon git shov" on de bank. Mebbe-so dey don" gon on de bank, w"en de daylight com" some wan see um an" com" in de boat an" tak" um off."
Bat struck off down the river with Endicott following. After an hour"s ride through the darkness they came to a ranch. Bat opened and closed the wire gate and led the way along the winding wagon road to the house, a log affair, nestled in a deep coulee. A dog rushed from the darkness and set up a furious barking, dodging in and out among the legs of the horses in a frenzy of excitement. A light appeared in the window and as the two riders drew up before the door it opened, a man thrust his head out and swore at the dog. When the animal subsided he peered at the hors.e.m.e.n: "Whut"s up?" he growled surlily.
"Have you a boat?" Endicott asked.
"A boat! What the h.e.l.l am I runnin", a cow outfit or a summer resort? A boat! Er mebbe you think I fish fer a livin"? Mebbe I"m runnin" a ferry?
Mebbe I want the hull d.a.m.n country raisin" h.e.l.l around here all night!
No, I hain"t got no boat! An" I never had none, an" don"t want none!"
The man"s senseless anger seemed to increase as though the imputation that he might have owned a boat were in some way an insult. "What the h.e.l.l would I want of a boat?" his voice rose almost to a scream, and he shook his fist almost in Bat"s face.
The old half-breed leaned slightly forward in the saddle: "W"at de h.e.l.l!
W"at de h.e.l.l! W"at de h.e.l.l you wan" wit de ponch on de nose--but you git wan jes" de sam"!" As he spoke, his fist shot out and landed squarely in the man"s face, and as he staggered back into the cabin, the half-breed put spurs to his horse and the two rode swiftly into the dark. "Dat do um good--mebbe-so nex" tam som" wan com" "long he ain" stan" an" holler "W"at de h.e.l.l! W"at de h.e.l.l!" so mooch."