Teodoro was on one knee, conning the ma.s.s of tracks as if they were a printed page. "_Si_-there is the mark of Bartolome Rivas" horse. It has a misshapen hoof; the shoe must always be well fitted."
"How far are they ahead now?" Drew had come to depend upon the young mustanger"s judgment. Teodoro apparently was close to a Pima in his ability to read trace.
"Two hours-maybe three. But they will be at the pa.s.s and there they will stay."
"Why?"
"I think they will lay a trap for the raiders. There has been no sign that they trail now behind driven horses. _Don_ Cazar does not pursue; he rides to cut off the road to Mexico. Kitch.e.l.l"s men, they would not take the open Sonora trail, that is folly for them. So they travel one ridden by men with a price on their heads. If Kitch.e.l.l now moves south to stay, he will have with him all that he can carry, and he must come this way."
"If he hasn"t gone already!"
"There is no sign," Teodoro repeated stubbornly.
"So we keep on ahead." Drew got down on both knees, splashed the muddy water-hole liquid into his face in an effort to clear his head.
They had changed mounts twice since leaving the camp, both times at the water forts on the Range. And the second time they had chanced three hours" sleep and a hot meal. But the rest of the time it was ride, chew on jerky and cold tortillas, and depend on Teodoro"s sense of direction to take them eventually to their goal-the outlaws" gate into Mexico. Drew had long since stopped looking over his shoulder for any thundering advance of cavalry. If Bayliss was hunting the fugitives, he was not pushing the pace too hard.
"Not ahead, no." Teodoro drank from his cupped hand. "We go so...." He sketched a gesture east.
"Why?"
"It is never well to be shot by one"s friends." The mustanger achieved a half smile, stretching the skin of his gaunt young face. "Always it is better to see before being seen."
When they started he led the way to the left at a walk. Drew, aroused now, looked about him carefully. This was rough country cut by pinnacles of red and yellow rock, backed by the purple ridges of the greater heights. It was desert land, too. They had long since left the abundance of the valley behind them. Here was the stiff angularity of cactus, the twisted vegetation of an arid land.
The crack of a carbine shattered the empty silence. Drew pulled on reins as a second shot dug up a spurt of dust just beyond Teodoro"s mount.
"Hold it! Right there."
That disembodied voice could have come from anywhere, but Drew thought it was from above and behind. Someone, holed up in the rocks, had them as perfect targets. The Kentuckian did not try to turn his head; there was no use giving the sharpshooter an excuse.
"All right, you...." The voice was hollow, its timbre distorted by echo.
"Throw off your guns an" git down ... one at a time ... th" Mex first."
Drew watched Teodoro slide out of the saddle.
"Stand away from that hoss ... easy now."
The mustanger obeyed.
"Now you ... do jus" like him."
Drew followed instructions carefully.
"Hands up-high! Now turn around."
They turned. A figure had detached itself from among the rocks they had pa.s.sed moments earlier and came down toward them carbine ready.
"Anse!" Drew stumbled toward the Texan. The other"s hat was gone. A torn shirt sleeve flapped about his left arm, allowing sight of a neckerchief knotted about his forearm. His coat trailed from one shoulder. "What in the world happened to you?"
Anse sat down suddenly on one of the boulders, his gaze on Drew. He shook his head slowly.
"I ain"t sein" things," he said. "That"s you, ain"t it? Say-got any water?" His tongue curled over cracked lips.
Drew s.n.a.t.c.hed the canteen from his saddle and hurried forward. More than a bloodstained bandage marked Anse, he could see now. He waited while the other seized the canteen avidly and drank. Then the Texan was smiling at him.
"Seems as how we"s always meetin" up, don"t it now? Likewise it"s always to m" benefit, too. Only this time I"ve got me somethin" to trade. You keep on goin" down this trail, _compadre_, an" maybe you"ll wind up with a spade pattin" you down nice an" smooth."
"What happened?"
Anse drank again with the discipline of a plains rider, a mouthful at a time.
"What didn"t would be more like it, _amigo_. Yesterday, well, they got m"
hoss-tried to git me. Only left their mark, though," Anse said, regarding his arm ruefully. "I"ve been wearin" off boot heels hoofin" it ever since.
Tryin" to make it back to that there water hole."
"Who shot your horse?"
"I didn"t see no name printed big "cross his jacket, but I"m thinkin" it was Shannon."
"You were in Mexico?"
Anse shook his head. "No, an" Shannon ain"t there, neither. I trailed along-ridin" th" high lines careful-when he went with that there Mex _Coronel_ an" his men. Stayed with him "bout a day, Shannon did. Then another man, Anglo, rode into their camp-had him a chin fest with Shannon, an" Johnny saddled up p.r.o.nto, beat it with th" stranger. Thought he might be headin" home, but he weren"t. So I kept on ridin" into their dust an"
waitin" to find out what it was all "bout.
"Shannon an" this hombre, they hit it up a pretty good lick till they got well away from th" Sonora trail. Then they skimmed it down till you"d think they had all month an" a handful of extra Sundays to git wherever they was goin". Plumb wore me down amblin" "long th" way they did. I sure "nough "bout sc.r.a.ped off my hoss"s hoofs cuttin" down his speed.
"Spent a whole day jus" loungin" "round in one camp. I"d say they was waitin" for someone-only n.o.body ever showed. So they went on, me followin". I"ll tell you one thing. This new hombre Shannon took up with, he was a real hard case. A short trigger man if I ever laid eye on one.
Anyway we jus" kept on, with me tryin" to think iffen I should Injun up to git th" drop on "em or not. Seemed to me, though, as how it might be brighter to kinda jus" drift their way an" see what"s makin" "em rattle their hocks out in th" middle of nowhere.
"Guess I weren"t as smart as I thought I was. As I said, yesterday suddenly they give th" spurs an" lit out. Me, guess I got kinda upset "bout losin" "em an" followed a bit too hasty. Hoss came down with a hole in him. Me, I took another. Gave "em a good sight of a man plugged where it means th" most an" that musta convinced "em I wasn"t no problem no more. So-that was what happened. I jus" pulled as green a trick as a sod-buster tryin" to crawl a wild one! An" where Shannon is now I don"t know-only I don"t think it"s in Mexico."
"Probably with Kitch.e.l.l." Hurriedly Drew filled in his own experiences and what he had learned from Topham.
Anse looked about him. "For territory what looks so bare," he commented, "this stretch of country sure must have a sight of population wanderin"
"round in it. Th" Old Man an" his posse somewheres up ahead, an" Shannon an" that side-kick of his, an" Kitch.e.l.l maybe, as well as th" Yankees hotfootin" it behind you-or so you hope. Lordy, this"s gonna be th" Battle of Nashville over again" do they all meet up! All we need is a coupla bull pups up on one of them ridges an" we could blow "em all to h.e.l.l-an"-gone!
Jus" which bunch is goin" to claim us first?"
"_Senores_, that is already decided," Teodoro said quietly.
Drew looked up. Where had they come from, those four? Out of the rocks themselves? He only knew that now they were there, rifles over their forearms, ready to swing sights on the three below. His heart gave a lurch-Apaches? And then on the far right he recognized Greyfeather, Rennie"s chief scout. And it was Greyfeather who pointed to them and to the way ahead, who gave an emphatic wave of the hand which was an order.
Leading their horses, they obeyed, the Pimas falling in behind.
The back-door route to the pa.s.s was a rough one. They had to leave the horses and climb, two of the Pimas always in sight behind, guns ready.
Anse sighed.
"Seems like we have lots of luck-all of it plain bad. These Injuns run us in an" as far as th" Old Man"s concerned we"re jus" what everybody claims we is. We"re a coupla saddle b.u.ms as is only on th" loose "cause we got up earlier an" owned faster hosses than th" sheriff! How"d we ever git our saddles slipped "round so wrong, anyway?"
"I did it," Drew said bitterly. "It"s not any of your doin", Anse. Tied myself up in a string of lies and now they have me tight. So help me, Anse, if I ever get this unsnarled, I"m never goin" to open my mouth again to say more"n "yes" or "no"!"