"You saw them?"
"No, our scout did."
"What scout-that Indian who got away with your partner? I heard rumors that Kitch.e.l.l had links with bronco Apaches, but I didn"t believe any white man could stoop so low."
"That Indian"-Drew felt as if he were walking a very narrow mountain ledge in the dark, with a drop straight down to the middle of the world on one side-"was a Pima, one of the Stronghold scouts."
"So-Hunt Rennie _did_ know about those horses!" Bayliss pounced.
"He did not! He sent us to the mustanger camp with a message, and the Pima rode scout for us. It"s a regular order on the Range-take one of the Pimas if you are goin" any distance from where you can fort up. You can find out that"s true easily enough." Drew was striving to keep a reasonable tone, to find an answer which _must_ pierce through Bayliss" rancor. After all, Bayliss could not have held his present rank and station so long and been all hot-headed plunger.
"What was this so-important message Rennie had to have delivered to a camp of Mex mustangers?" Bayliss bored in. Even in the lantern"s restricted light Drew could see the flush darkening the other"s face.
"They are havin" trouble with a wild stud-a killer. Mr. Rennie wants him killed, quick. He sent the two of us out to help-thought with more hands it could be done."
"Kirby!" Bayliss" fists were on his hips, his head pushed forward from his shoulders until his sun-peeled face was only inches away from the bars between them. "Do I look like a stupid man, a man to be fed stories? You ride into town on a blooded stud, with a mare of like breeding, and a belt loaded down with gold. You give out that you served with Forrest-Forrest, a looting guerrilla and a murdering butcher! You"ve heard of Fort Pillow, Kirby? That"s what decent men remember when anyone says "Forrest" in their hearing! Only you can"t even prove you were one of that gang of raiders, either, can you? Now I"ll tell you just who and what you are.
"You"re one of Kitch.e.l.l"s scavengers, come into town with gold for supplies and a chance to contact the people you want to meet. I"ve known for a long time that Topham, Rennie, and probably a dozen other so-called citizens of that miserable outlaws" roost are backing Kitch.e.l.l. Now here"s a chance to prove it!"
"Not through me, you don"t," Drew cut in. "I"m just what I said I was from the beginnin", Captain. And you can"t prove anything different."
"I don"t have to prove it; you"ve convicted yourself, Kirby. You can"t account for the gold you"re carrying. And, if you rode with Forrest, where"s your parole? You know you were told to carry it. I can deal with you just as any horse thief is dealt with. Why, I"ll wager you can"t even prove ownership of those horses you brought with you. Where"re your sale papers? On the other hand, Kirby, if you do give us the evidence we need against Kitch.e.l.l and those who are helping him, then the court might be moved to leniency. How old are you? Nineteen-twenty-? Rather young to hang."
"Captain, I can prove everything I"ve told you. In Kentucky I have kin.
They can--"
"Kentucky!" Bayliss snorted. "Kentucky is far away, Kirby. Do you expect us to sit around waiting for some mythical kin of yours to appear from Kentucky with another set of lies to open this door?" He pounded with one fist against the cell portal. "I"m a reasonable man, Kirby, and I"m not asking too much-you know that. What"re Kitch.e.l.l, Rennie, Topham to you that you"re willing to face a noose for them?"
"Kitch.e.l.l I know nothin" about-except what I"ve heard and that"s not good." Drew sat down on the bunk, partly because the chill which had crept down his back had poured into his legs and they felt oddly weak under him.
"Reese Topham and Mr. Rennie-as far as I"m concerned they"re honest men. I don"t think, Captain, that you can prove I"m not, either."
"There is such a thing as over-confidence, Kirby, and it always comes to the fore in your kind!" Bayliss returned. "But after you do some serious thinking I believe you"ll begin to see that this is one time you"re not going to be able to lie or ride yourself out!"
He left without a backward glance. Drew picked up the plate, pushed the spoon back and forth through the congealing mess left on it. He could not choke down another mouthful. Just how much power did Bayliss have? Could he try a civilian by court-martial and get away with it? And to whom could Drew possibly appeal? Topham? Rennie? Apparently Bayliss wanted them enough to suggest Drew testify against them. Did he actually believe Drew guilty, or had that been a subtle invitation to perjury? The Kentuckian set the plate on the floor and got up again to make a minute study of the cell. His thought now was that maybe his only chance would be to break out.
But his first appraisal of the detention quarters had been the right one.
Given a pickax and a shovel, and an uninterrupted period of, say, a week, he might be able to tunnel under one of the log walls. But otherwise he could not see any other way of getting free-save to walk out through the cell door. Drew threw himself on the bunk and tried to think logically and clearly, but his tired body won over his mind and he slept.
"Hey, you! Kirby, wake up! There"s someone here to see you!"
Drew reached for a Colt which was no longer under his pillow and then rolled over and sat up groggily, rubbing one hand across his smarting eyes. The lantern light had given way to dusty sunshine, one bar of which now caught him straight across the face.
"All right, Kirby, suppose you tell me what this is all about!"
Drew"s head came up, his hand fell. Hunt Rennie and Lieutenant Spath stood side by side beyond the bars. Or rather, not Hunt Rennie, but _Don_ Cazar was there-for the owner of the Range was wearing the formal Spanish dress in which Drew had first seen him. And his expression was one of withdrawal.
"They think that I"m one of Kitch.e.l.l"s men and that I had something to do with those stolen horses we found on the Range." He blurted it out badly.
"They also showed me about six hundred dollars in gold found on you,"
Rennie returned. "I thought you needed a job. You told Topham that, didn"t you?"
"Yes, suh." Drew"s bewilderment grew stronger. Hunt Rennie sounded as if he believed part of Bayliss" accusation!
"That money"s rightfully mine," Drew added.
"You can prove it?"
"Sure. Back in Kentucky...." Drew paused. Back-in-Kentucky proof would not help him here and now in Arizona.
"Kentucky?" Rennie"s withdrawal appeared to increase by a score of miles.
"I understood you were from Texas."
"Told you, Rennie," the lieutenant said, "his story doesn"t hold together at all. A couple of really good questions and it falls right apart."
"I came here from Texas." Drew took stiff hold of himself. He was walking that narrow ledge again, and with a wind ready to push him off into a bottomless gulf. "Rode with a wagon train as far as Santa Fe-from there on with military supply wagons to Tucson. I was in Kentucky after the war; went home with a boy from my scout company...."
"Who gave you two blooded horses and a belt full of gold for a good-by present?" scoffed Spath.
"_Have_ you any proof of what you say closer than Kentucky?" Rennie ignored the lieutenant"s aside. "I can account for your time on the Range, or most of it. But you"ll have to answer for this money and where you came from originally. What about your surrender parole? I know you did have papers for the horses-Callie saw them. Produce those...."
"I can"t." Drew"s hands balled into fists where they rested on his knees.
"Sure you can"t-you never had any!" Spath returned.
"I had them. I don"t have them now." What was the use of trying to tell Rennie about his suspicions of Shannon? And if Johnny had destroyed the papers as well he might have, Drew could never make them believe him, anyway.
"Kirby, this is serious!" said Rennie. "You ride in from nowhere with two fine horses wearing a brand you say is your own. You have more money than any drifter ever carries. You claim to be a Texan, and yet now you say all the proof of your ident.i.ty is in Kentucky. And-you are not Anson Kirby"s cousin, are you?" That last question was shot out so suddenly that Drew answered before he thought.
"No."
"I thought so." Hunt Rennie nodded. "Education is a polisher, but I don"t think three or four years" schooling would have made a Texas range rider ask for sherry over whisky-except to experiment with an exotic beverage.
There were other things, too, which did not fit with the Kirby background once Anson turned up. Just who are you?"
Drew shrugged. "That doesn"t matter now-as the lieutenant and Captain Bayliss have pointed out-if my only proof is in Kentucky and out of reach."
"I suppose you have heard of telegraphs?" Rennie"s sarcasm was cold.
"Communication with Kentucky is not so impossible as you appear to think.
You give me a name and address-or names and addresses-and I"ll do the rest. All you have to do is substantiate background and your army service, proving no possible contact with Kitch.e.l.l. Then the captain will be forced to admit a mistake."
Give Hunt Rennie the name of Cousin Meredith Barrett, of Aunt Marianna"s husband, Major Forbes-the addresses of Red Springs or Oak Hill? Drew could not while there was a chance that Anse might find the papers or make Johnny Shannon admit taking them. The Kentuckian could _not_ tell Hunt Rennie who he was here and now.
"I want to talk to Anse," he said out of his own thoughts. "I"ve got to talk to Anse!"
"He"s gone." Rennie"s two words did not make sense at first. When they did, Drew jumped up and caught at the bars.
"Gone? Where?"
"Cleared out-got clean away." Again Spath supplied the information. "Or so they tell us. He went back to the Stronghold after he broke through our lines. But when a patrol rode down to get him, he was gone."