His eyes fixed wildly upon a point directly behind Purdy and he cried out in sudden alarm:
"Don"t kill him, Ca.s.s! He"s mine!"
Like a flash, Purdy whirled, and like a flash the Texan was out of his saddle and behind a rock. And as Jennie had predicted, he hit the ground a-shootin". His own horse had shielded him from the others whose attention had been momentarily diverted to their leader. Instantly Purdy discovered the ruse--but too late. As he whirled again to face the Texan, the latter"s gun roared, and one of Purdy"s guns crashed against a rock-fragment, as its owner, his wrist shattered, dived behind his rock with a scream of mingled rage and pain. Three times more the Texan shot, beneath the belly of his horse, and the two outlaws to the right pitched forward in crumpled heaps and lay motionless. Frenzied by the noise, the big blue roan plunged blindly forward. The man in front made a frantic effort to get out of his way, failed, and the next moment, crashed backward against a rock-fragment from which he ricocheted from sight while the great blue roan galloped on, reins flying, and stirrups wildly lashing his sides.
"That leaves just the two of us, Purdy," drawled the Texan from the shelter of his rock, as he reloaded his gun.
A vicious snarl from the hiding place of the outlaw was the only answer.
"I told you you was a fool not to shoot while you had the chance. I"m goin" to get you, now. But, seein" that you wasn"t in no hurry about it, I won"t be neither. There"s quite a few things I want you to hear--things you ought to know for the good of your soul."
"You don"t dast to git me!" came exultingly, from behind Purdy"s rock, "if you do, what"ll become of _her_--the pilgrim"s woman? She"s right now layin" tied an" gagged in a mud crack where you nor no one else won"t never find her. What"ll become of her, if you git me?"
The Texan grinned to himself, and after a moment of silence, called hesitatingly: "Say, Purdy, you wouldn"t do that! Wouldn"t let a woman die like that without tellin" where she is."
"The h.e.l.l I won"t!"
"Come on, Purdy, tell me where she is? You might as well. If I get you, what"s the use of leavin" her there to die? An", if you get me, why you"ll have her anyway."
A sneering laugh answered him: "You don"t dast to git me--an" leave her where she"s at!"
The Texan"s voice hardened: "Oh, yes I do, Purdy. "Cause I know, an" you know, that she"s safe an" sound at Cinnabar Joe"s--an" she"ll stay there till Cinnabar can get word to her husband."
A volley of oaths greeted the statement: "Cinnabar don"t dast to open his yap! He"ll go up fer the rest of his life if he does. I"ll fix him!"
"You won"t fix no one, Purdy. You"re goin" to h.e.l.l from here. An"
whatever you"ve got on Cinnabar you"ll take with you. When I told you to tell me where the girl was I was just givin" you a chance to do one decent thing before you cashed in--but you couldn"t do it, Purdy. There ain"t a decent thing in you to do. Why, even Long Bill Kearney was a man fer about a second before he died."
"What do you mean--Long Bill--died?"
"Ask him," answered the Texan grimly, "you an" him will be close neighbours--wherever you"re goin"." Inadvertently the Texan leaned a little to one side, as he shifted his position. There was a quick report, and a bullet tore through a loose fold of his shirt sleeve.
"Pretty fair shootin", Purdy," he drawled, "little bit wide--you"d have nicked me if you"d held in against the rock."
So intently did each man watch the other that neither noted the four men who approached stealthily from rock to rock and finally crouched behind an irregular b.u.t.tress of rock only a short pistol shot away. Their vantage point did not permit any view of the man who had been knocked down by the galloping horse nor of the contestants themselves, but the exchange of shots could be followed with ease and accuracy.
Ca.s.s Grimshaw nudged Endicott and pointed to the bodies of the outlaws: "He got two," he whispered, with grim approval. "An" he got "em right out in the open. They must have seen him comin" an" laid for him before he got to their hang-out."
"Hey, Tex," called Purdy after a long interval, "we ain"t goin" to git one another peckin" away like this behind these rocks."
"No--_we_ ain"t goin" to git _one another_--but _I"m_ goin" to get _you_--like that!" He fired as he spoke and his bullet chipped the rock and tore through Purdy"s hat brim. "Missed, By Grab! But, that pays up for puttin" a hole in my shirt. You was a fool for fallin" for that old gag I put over on you!"
"An" I wouldn"t of fell fer it neither, if it hadn"t of be"n fer luck--you outlucked me--if you"d of said anyone else except Ca.s.s, I wouldn"t of fell fer it."
"That wasn"t luck, Purdy--that was brains. If I figured on murderin" a man tonight--an" he knew it--do you suppose I wouldn"t jump quick if I thought he was sneakin" up behind me with a gun? You bet I would!"
"Murderin"!" Purdy"s voice sounded shrill with a quavering note of fear.
"What--what do you mean--murderin"?"
"Why, I run across Ca.s.s awhile back. I told him I was huntin" you an" he said I"d find you an" three more over here. Said you an" them had planned to b.u.mp him an" Bill Harlow off tonight, an" you was busy arrangin" the details. He wanted to come along--him an" Bill--but I told him they wasn"t no use--if they was only you an" three more like you, I could handle you myself. Him an" Bill are goin" to ride over after awhile an" see if I need any help--but I don"t do I, Purdy?"
The Texan"s words were drowned in a perfect tirade of curses. Purdy"s voice was shrill with fear. "I"ve be"n double-crossed! It"s a lie!
Everyone"s agin me! I ain"t never had no show!" The voice trailed off in a whine. A few moments of silence followed, and then above the edge of Purdy"s rock appeared a white handkerchief tied to the end of a gun-barrel. Taking careful aim, the Texan fired. The white flag disappeared and the gun struck the rocks with a ring of steel.
"You shot at a white flag!" screamed Purdy.
"You"re d.a.m.n right I did! An" I"ll shoot at the low-lived pup that tried to hide behind it too. My G.o.d, Purdy! No head--no guts! The only things about you that"s a man is your pants, an" shirt, an" hat--an" I spoilt the hat!"
"Listen, Tex, listen!" the man"s voice was frantic with appeal. "Let"s make medicine. You c"n have the pilgrim"s woman--I don"t want her--I only wanted the reward. I was only kiddin" about b.u.mpin" you off! Honest I was! Listen! Let me go, Tex! Let me git away! Ca.s.s has got me framed-up! I aimed to quit him an" turn straight! Listen--they"s a girl, Tex. Over on Red Sand--I give her my word I"d quit the horse game an"
start an outfit. Listen--I----"
"Who is she?" the voice of the Texan cut in like chilled steel.
"McWhorter"s girl----"
"You"re a d.a.m.ned liar!"
"D"you know her?" the words came haltingly.
"Some," answered the Texan, drily, "she an" I are goin" to be married tomorrow." The words had been uttered with the deliberate intent of taunting Purdy, but even the Texan was not prepared for the manifestation of insane rage that followed.
"You lie! d.a.m.n you! d.a.m.n you! You"ve always beat me! Yer beatin" me now!
You son of a--, take that!" With the words he leaped from behind his rock and emptied his gun, the bullets thudding harmlessly against the Texan"s barrier, and instantly he was behind his rock again.
Ca.s.s Grimshaw grinned at the others. "He"s baitin" him--prob"ly be"n baitin" him fer an hour till Purdy"s gone plumb mad."
"De Injun she would stake um out an" build de leetle fire on hees belly.
But A"m t"ink dat hurt worse lak Tex do it."
Endicott gazed in white-lipped fascination upon the scene. "Let"s make him surrender and turn him over to the authorities," he whispered.
Grimshaw shook his head: "No--not him. If you knew him like I do, you wouldn"t say that. By G.o.d, I turned one man over to the authorities--an"
they give him a year! An" when he got out I give him what he had comin".
Think, man what he"d of done to your wife----"
The sentence was cut short by the sound of galloping hoofs. All four craned their necks for sight of the rider. Grimshaw and Bill Harlow drew their guns, expecting to see the fourth man of Purdy"s gang come rushing to the aid of his leader. But not until the rider was within a hundred feet of the two combatants did they catch sight of her. At the same instant they saw the Texan, hat in hand, frantically wave her back.
Janet McWhorter saw him, too, and pulled the bay mare to her haunches at the same instant a shot rang out and Purdy"s bullet ripped the Texan"s hat from his hand. Almost before her horse came to a stop, the girl"s gun was in her hand and she sat--tense--expectant.
With glittering eyes fixed upon the girl, Purdy laughed a wild shrill laugh, that echoed among the rocks like a sound from h.e.l.l. The words of the Texan burned like words of living fire. "_Goin" to be married tomorrow!_" Deliberately he raised his gun and fired--just at the instant the bay mare threw up her head with a nervous jerk to rid her mouth of the feel of the cruel spade bit. The next second she reared high and crashed to the ground carrying her rider with her. With a loud cry the Texan sprang to his feet and started for the girl, and at the same moment the horse-thief that the big blue roan had knocked senseless among the rocks rose to his feet and levelling his gun at the running man, fired. At the sound of the report the Texan staggered, turned half-way round and fell sprawling among the rocks. Purdy leaped to his feet and, gun in hand, started for the prostrate Texan. The rock-ribbed valley became a roar of noise. Janet, one leg pinned in the stirrup, fired across the body of her horse. Fired swiftly and accurately. The running Purdy staggered this way and that, drew himself stiffly erect, threw his hands high above his head and spun around like a top, and as the sound of the girl"s last shot died, pitched forward and lay very still.
From the rock b.u.t.tress to the left, Janet saw men running toward her.
She could not tell whether they were friends or foes--it mattered not--her gun was empty. At thought of her gun, she gave vent to a pitiful little cry and covered her face with her hands. Then the men were at her side pulling at the body of her horse. Her leg was freed and someone stood her upon her feet. She lowered her hands and stared into the bearded face of Ca.s.s Grimshaw!
"Good shootin", sis!" he patted her shoulder gently, "why, what"s the matter? D"ye think you missed him--look!" he pointed to the body of Purdy.
"Oh--oh!" moaned the girl and covered her eyes again. "I"ve--I"ve _killed_ a man!"
Grimshaw looked puzzled: "No, sis--you ain"t killed no _man_! Not by no stretch of imagination he ain"t no man!"
"But--he"s a human being--and--I killed him!"