A boat was procured at the fourth ranch, and turning the horses into the corral, the two pushed out into the river. Daylight was beginning to break and, keeping close in, they scanned the sh.o.r.e eagerly for sign of Long Bill"s ferry. Hour after hour they drifted, Endicott overruling Bat"s suggestion that they stop for food. It was sometime after noon that the half-breed stood up and pointed toward the other side. "A"m t"ink mebbe-so de boat on de odder side. "Long tam A"m watch de drift.
De heavy stuff--de tree an" de beeg log, dey mos" all on odder side. A"m t"ink dat better we cross. A"m t"ink dat boat lan" befor" dis--we com"
pas" it."
"But how are we ever going to buck this current? If we"ve past it we"ll have to go up stream to find it."
"We hont de ranch an" git de hoss an" ride "long de edge."
"But, suppose they haven"t landed? Suppose they"ve drifted on down?"
The half-breed shrugged: "S"pose dey gon" on down--we can"t ketch um.
Dey got de beeg start. De riv" she car" de ferry joost so fas" lak she car" de leetle boat. S"pose dey gon" too far for ride back, dey com"
back on train. But, me--A"m t"ink dey lan" befor" dis. We com" bout feefty mile. You fol" Ol" Bat--we fin" um."
The half-breed, who more than once that day had proven himself more willing than proficient with the oars, surrendered them to Endicott and for more than an hour the Easterner battled with the yellow, turgid flood before he finally succeeded in driving the boat ash.o.r.e in the mouth of a coulee. Abandoning the boat, they struck out on foot up river where, a mile or more above they had pa.s.sed fences. When they finally located the ranch house Endicott was near to exhaustion.
It was mid-afternoon and he had eaten nothing since the night before, every muscle in his body ached from his labor at the oars, and the skin of his feet was rubbed raw by the grind of the high-heeled boots. The people at the ranch knew nothing of the wrecked ferry, the men holding with Bat, that the chances were it had grounded far above. Declining their invitation to remain over till morning, Endicott procured horses and an ample supply of food and, with the hearty approval of Old Bat, the two struck out up the river.
"He said it was nearly seventy miles to Long Bill Kearney"s ferry crossing and only three ranches between," said Endicott as the horses laboured out of a deep coulee, "and if anything"s happened to their horses and they haven"t struck one of those ranches, they"re going to be in a bad way."
"Dem all right. Dat Tex, she got de gun, she shoot de jack-rabbit, de leetle owl, mebbe-so de deer--dey ain" gon" hungry w"ile he got de gun."
It was slow work exploring the margin of the flood. The late darkness overtook them with scarcely twenty miles of the distance covered, and they camped on the top of a high bluff where they built up a huge fire visible for many miles up and down the river. Daylight found them once more in the saddle, exploring the mouths of coulees and scouring every foot of the scrub-bordered bank. It was nearly noon when, from the edge of a high cliff that overlooked the river, they caught sight of the abandoned ferry-boat. The crest of the rise of water had pa.s.sed in the night and the boat lay with one corner fast aground. Putting spurs to the horses they raced back from the river until they reached a point that gave access to the coulee. The keen eyes of the half-breed picked up the tracks at the bottom of the ravine even before the horses had completed the decent, and it was with difficulty that he restrained the impatient Endicott from plunging down the ravine at the imminent risk of destroying the sign. Picketing the horses beside the trail the two proceeded on foot, Old Bat in the lead, bent slightly forward with his eyes darting this way and that, studying each minutest detail of the disturbed ground. Following closely, Endicott hung on each word and grunt and fragmentary observation of the old Indian. In vain he plied Bat with eager questions but he might as well have sought information from the sphinx. The old man paid him not the slightest attention but proceeded on down the coulee pausing and staring at the sign for a full minute at a time, again almost running with his eyes fixed on the ground until brought up again, frowning and muttering by some new baffling combination of tracks. After what seemed an interminable length of time they reached the mouth of the coulee where Endicott sank wearily onto the end of the water-logged boat and watched the half-breed work back and forth, back and forth, over the little strip of beach. Endicott had long ceased to ask questions and when at last, Bat straightened up, removed his hat, and wiped the sweat from his forehead upon the sleeve of his faded shirt, the information he conveyed was voluntary: "I ain"
quite mak" it out. Firs" t"ing dey lan" here Tex, she ain" got on de boots. De "oman she sleep--mebbe-so w"at you call, knock out. Tex car"
her an" lay her on de gra.s.s w"ere she leetle bit flat," he paused and pointed to a spot that looked no whit different from any other spot of gra.s.s to Endicott"s untrained eyes. "Only wan hoss lan"--dat Powder Face, an" ron lak h.e.l.l up de coulee. Tex, she gon" up de coulee an"
by"m"by he put on de boots an" climb oop on de bench. After w"ile com"s a man on a hoss off de bench. He ketch oop Powder Face an" com" down here an" git de "oman an" ride off--he lif her oop an" tie her on de saddle an" ride off leadin" Powder Face. By"m"by Tex com" long on beeg hoss an" nodder man on leetle hoss. Tex git off an" look roun" an" fin"
de "oman gon"--he joomp on de hoss an ride lak h.e.l.l after de man an" de "oman."
Endicott was staring, white-lipped into the half-breed"s face. He leaped up and seized the man"s arm roughly. "Did he catch them?" he cried.
Bat shook his head: "_Non_--not yet. We fol" "long on de trail--we fin"
dat out. Com" we git de hoss."
"But, maybe it was Tex who got here first and rode away with her," cried Endicott as they hastened toward the picketed horses. "Surely you can"t tell from those tracks----"
The other interrupted him: "_Oui!_ De track don"t lie. Ol" Bat, she know "bout dat. Me--A"m know Tex track an" when she tromp "roun" she shov" de mud on de odder man track--eef de odder track ain" dere firs" how in h.e.l.l Tex kin shov" de mud on it?"
"And this happened yesterday! Oh, Alice! Alice!" The man"s voice broke on the name, and glancing into his face, Bat saw that it glistened wet with the sweat of torture.
As they mounted he offered a word of advice and encouragement: "Dat better you ain" los" de, w"at you call, de guts. Mebbe-so you "oman all right. We fin" um safe on som" ranch house."
The trail of the four horses was so plain that even Endicott found no difficulty in following it across the bench. Bat struck into a steady trot which was maintained till he pulled up sharply at a point where the trail dimmed to nothing upon the hard lava rock of the bad lands. The half-breed studied the ground: "De leetle hoss turn back," he announced, "Tex, she gon" on in. He los" de trail, now--he ain" kin pick it oop in here--he ain" Injun. He", w"at you call, goin" it blin"."
Unhesitatingly the old half-breed followed along a ridge and dropped off into a coulee. He rode slowly, now, with his eyes on the hard rocky ground. Several times he dismounted and Endicott"s heart sank as he watched him search, sometimes upon hands and knees. But always the old man straightened up with a grunt of satisfaction and mounting proceeded confidently upon his course, although try as he would, Endicott could discern no slightest mark or scratch that would indicate that anyone had pa.s.sed that way. "Are you really following a trail?" he asked, at length, as the Indian headed up a coulee whose wind-swept floor was almost solid rock.
The old man smiled: "_Oui_, A"m fol" de trail, all right. Two hoss, shod, mak" good trail for Injun. Eef dey swim een de wattaire lak de feesh, eef dey fly een de air lak de bird, Ol" Bat he no kin pick oop de trail--but, by Goss! Eef dey walk, or ron, or stan" still dey got to mak" de sign on de groun" an" me--A"m fin" dat out--" The words died in his throat as he jerked his horse to a stand. From behind a projecting shoulder of rock a man stepped directly into their path.
"Stick "em up!" The command rang with a metallic hardness in the rock-walled coulee, and Bat"s hands flew upward. From the rear Endicott saw that the man who barred the way was squat, bow-legged, and bearded, and that he held a gun in either hand. For one sickening instant he thought of Alice in the power of this man, and reckless of consequences, he forced his horse to the fore. "d.a.m.n you!" he cried leaning forward in the saddle, "where"s my wife?"
Old Bat cried out a warning, and then stared in surprise at the man on the ground who was returning his guns to their holsters, and grinning as he did it.
"d.a.m.n me, where"s your wife?" repeated the man, "ain"t that a kind of a rough way, pardner, to ask a question of a stranger? Or mebbe you"re jest na"ch.e.l.ly rough, an" can"t help it." The metallic hardness was gone from the voice. Endicott noticed that a tuft of hair stuck through a hole in the crown of the man"s hat, and that upon close inspection the bearded face had lost its look of villainy.
"But--my wife!" he persisted, "you brought her here! She----"
"Not me," interrupted the man, "I didn"t bring her nowheres. An" besides she ain"t here."
"Where is she? And who did bring her! Speak up, man!"
"She"s safe enough. You don"t need to worry about her. She"s over to Cinnabar Joe"s ranch on Red Sand. Purdy took her there yesterday."
"Purdy!" shouted Endicott, "do you mean the Purdy that----"
"Yup," interrupted the other, "the Purdy that you took a shot at a year ago an" creased. Why in h.e.l.l couldn"t you of shot a half an inch lower that night?"
"How do you know she"s safe?" cried Endicott. "How do you know he ever took her there? I wouldn"t trust Purdy out of my sight!"
"You an" me both," grinned the man, "an", I didn"t. I trailed along from the time they hit the bad lands till he delivered her at the ranch. He"s after the reward an" he had to keep her safe."
"But the people at the ranch--this Cinnabar Joe?"
"Ace high all around--the breed, there, he knows "em."
"How did Purdy know about the reward?"
"Long Bill Kearney, he brung the bills along."
"Long Bill! He"s another fine specimen! She"s not safe as long as those two scoundrels are at large. Where are they now? And where"s Tex?"
"Well, Long Bill, he"s quite a piece away from the bad lands by now. I "spect he wishes he was back--but he won"t come back. An" Purdy, he"s prob"ly wishin", by now, that he"d listened to me. G.o.d knows, I tried to make a horse-thief out of him, but it wasn"t no use--he"s crooked. An"
Tex, he"s busy an" don"t want to be disturbed."
"Busy?"
"Yup. Busy killin" some folks--Purdy an" some others. I wanted he should let me an" Bill Harlow go "long an" help--but he wouldn"t. Said he wanted to settle with Purdy hisself."
"Who are you?"
"Me? I"m Ca.s.s Grimshaw."
"Ha!" cried Bat, climbing from the saddle, "A"m lak A"m shake you han".
A"m know "bout you. You de bes" hoss-t"ief in Montana, _sacre_! Me--A"m Batiste Xavier Jean Jacques de Beaumont Lajune----"
"Is that one word--or several?" grinned Grimshaw. "An" as long as we started in pa.s.sin" poseys back an" forth, I"ve heard tell of both of you birds. You"re Tex"s side kick an" your regular name"s Bat, ain"t it? An"
this here"s the pilgrim that nicked Purdy over in Wolf River an" then cussed out the lynchin" party to their face, thereby displayin" a set of red guts that was entirely onlooked for in a pilgrim. So, bein" as we"re all friends together, let"s. .h.i.t it out an" see how Tex is makin" it."
He turned to Endicott, "Onless you"d ruther hit fer Cinnabar Joe"s?"
Endicott shook his head: "No! If my wife is safe, my place is right here beside Tex. This is my fight as much as it is his--more so, for it"s on her account he"s after Purdy."