"You"re not goin" to get back those horses or mules-or what they were packin"," Drew said.
"We"ll see, we"ll see." Certainly Shannon"s confidence was in nowise shaken. "Th" Colonel, he didn"t want to call in Nahata an" his bucks-now maybe he"ll have to. What we need is a lay-up till we can make some good plans. An" Benito, he"ll arrange that."
"If he lives." Drew closed his eyes wearily. His face was one bruised ache where Shannon"s blow had landed, and his side was constant pain.
"You"ll see," Shannon promised. "We"ve got us a big ace in th" hole-th"
Range boys don"t know as how I"m with Kitch.e.l.l, not yet. That"s how we took you so easy back to th" water hole. I jus" rode up to Jose-got that there Pima listenin" to me till Lutterfield sneaked up an" put him outta business. Lutterfield, he don"t look much, but he was runnin" in this country with th" Injuns thirty years ago. He"s got th" Apaches lissenin"
to him good. An" I can talk us through th" posses-maybe even into th"
Stronghold later."
"You"re a clever man, Shannon," Drew commented dryly.
"An" you"re too free with that lip!" Drew"s head rocked under a stinging slap which made fiery wheels of pain roll in his head. He must have been sent very close to the edge of unconsciousness for a moment or two.
"That"s "nough, Johnny," said Sergeant Wayne. "Th" Colonel says to keep him ready to move. You battin" him "round like that don"t do no good."
So Topham had been right-Johnny Shannon was Kitch.e.l.l"s man. Not that it mattered now. Even if, by some miracle, Drew could get away from this pack of wolves, he had no idea of where he was or which way to go. One man alone and lost in this country faced death as certain as the bullet Johnny Shannon had already loaded for him. There was only one thing-he was still alive, and as long as a man lived he had hope.
Nye and Greyfeather had trailed this bunch from the water hole. Perhaps the wind and sand storms had muddled the tracks, but Drew still had faith in the Pima. And Rennie"s party had followed with the knowledge of the Mexican"s bolt hole to the south. Why, right now they could have circled ahead-could be waiting for Kitch.e.l.l again as they had at the pa.s.s. An attack could give him a thin chance of escape. He had best keep his mouth shut and not provoke Shannon, maybe feign being more helpless than he was.
The outlaws had difficulty in getting the Mexican on his horse when they were ready to move on in the evening. Drew, seeing the man"s swollen face, his half-closed, set eyes, thought he was in high fever, probably no longer conscious. Kitch.e.l.l ought to have sense enough to know Benito might not last out the night. But it was plain they were now pushed for time.
They had been on the way for a while before Drew noticed that Lutterfield was not with them. His reappearance was far more dramatic than his going.
A horse clattered up from behind at a pace not in keeping with the rough footing, and the rider drew level with Kitch.e.l.l.
"Soldiers comin", Colonel. Got "em a couple o" them Pima Scouts sniffin"
th" trail an" some o" Rennie"s men with "em, too!"
"It ain"t true!" Shannon"s protest was loud.
"I seed em-bright an" clear-mos" up to where we stopped last. Iffen you wants to sit "round waitin" for "em, do it! I"m clearin" out-ain"t n.o.body can say Amos Lutterfield was here."
"n.o.body but us," Shannon said coldly.
"Lutterfield!"
Even Drew"s head came around at that. The moonlight was silver bright on the barrel of the Colt in Kitch.e.l.l"s grasp. "Sergeant, suppose you take precautions to insure the continued company of this man. I don"t intend, Lutterfield, to let you curry favor by pointing out our trail to the army.
I"d answer your proposed desertion as it deserves-with a bullet-but a body on our trail would provide an excellent signpost for any pursuers."
The rope which had been coiled on Wayne"s saddle swung out in a perfect loop and tightened about Lutterfield, pinning his arms to his sides. His protests and roars of anger went unheeded and he rode on as much a prisoner as Drew.
"Move out." Kitch.e.l.l motioned with the Colt. "Those two peaks ahead-according to Benito, the cut we want is between them. Across that we"re free. The army can"t follow us into Mexico."
But Kitch.e.l.l still kept to a cautious pace. The risk of losing a mount was one he dared not run. Drew debated the idea of booting his own horse from their line of march and trying to ride for it. He need only hide out and wait for the troopers to pick him up. If he had had hands free and been able to move in the saddle to dodge bullets, he might have tried it.
The night wore on and Drew was driven to admiring the outlaws" nerve.
Kitch.e.l.l did not hurry; in fact he followed the old cavalry custom of resting mounts at regular intervals, seeing that each of the weary horses had nostrils and mouth wiped out with a dampened cloth. At the third halt he allowed them a drink of water before a smaller portion was given the men. Whatever else the outlaw might be, he was an experienced field commander.
They had the peaks looming above them when Benito gave a gurgling gasp and stiffened, tall in the saddle, before he looped into a limp, dangling bundle of a man. Kitch.e.l.l called a halt. He dismounted to examine the Mexican before he beckoned to Wayne.
"He"s dead. We"ll need his horse. Put him down behind those rocks over there, Sergeant."
"You know where we"re goin", suh?" Shannon asked.
"Enough to get us across the border. We can take cover there, make some other arrangements. Benito"s _patron_ would not welcome us with empty pockets. Hurry, Sergeant!"
"I only got two hands, suh." Wayne had freed the body of the Mexican but was having trouble dragging it into the appointed hiding place.
"You help him, Shannon. We have no time to waste."
"What about him?" Shannon"s thumb indicated Drew.
"I don"t see how he can get away. Hurry up!"
Johnny dismounted with visible reluctance, but not before he blasted Drew"s hopes by looping the reins of the captive"s horse around his own saddle horn. And in addition Kitch.e.l.l stood there with drawn gun. They had disposed of the body and Johnny was back when a sudden command boomed out of the air.
"Freeze!"
Shannon leaped, putting his horse between him and the open. He had the reins of Drew"s mount in his hand. Kitch.e.l.l went into a half crouch, and was startled into snapping a shot in the general direction of the voice.
Drew sat statue still. It was only too easy in this tricky light, bright though the moon was, to seem one of the men those ahead were hunting. He had no desire to stop a bullet now. But Johnny had ideas of his own. Under his direction Drew"s horse broke to the left. There were shots and Drew flattened himself as best he could on the saddle horn, but not before he saw Kitch.e.l.l spin around in a crazy dance and fall.
"All right, all right!" Shannon"s voice was broken, ragged, almost as if he were sobbing. "You ain"t got me yet-not by a sight, you ain"t!" A knife flashed, cutting the ties which kept Drew"s left boot to the stirrup. The Kentuckian was dragged down and held while the knife sliced again. Two more shots-then silence. Drew lay face to earth. The fall from the saddle had brought him down on his injured side, and he was in too great pain to take much interest in his surroundings.
Then he was dragged, pulled over on his back.
"I got Drew Rennie here." The call was one of desperation. "Yeah, hear that? Drew Rennie-th" Old Man"s son.... I read them letters he had-it"s th" truth! You come t" take me an" he gits a knife clean across his throat. I want me a hoss, water, an" an open road south. Do I git "em-or does Mister High an" Mighty Rennie git him a son who ain"t speakin" no more?"
"Johnny? Is that you, Johnny?"
"It sure is! Me, Johnny Shannon! An" I"m ridin" outta here free"n clear or else I"ll do what I said. I mean that, Rennie! I surely do mean it. You lose me an" you git your real son-good bargain, ain"t it?"
"You won"t ride free for long, Johnny. You know that."
"I can have me a pretty good try, Rennie. This here"s my country an" I know it well-better"n any but your men. Give me your word an" I"ll go."
Drew tried to fight back the darkness which was closing in, a dark stronger than mere night shadows.
"Give him what he wants." The words echoed hollowly.
Shannon drew a deep breath. He laughed softly. And Drew made a great effort. He could see the bulk of the other"s body poised between him and an opening between the rocks which must give on the pocket in which the outlaws had been surprised. Johnny was set like a runner ready on the mark.
The Kentuckian could hear the sc.r.a.pe of horses" hoofs on stone. They must be bringing out a mount, keeping Hunt"s part of the bargain. Only, Drew suddenly knew, Johnny was going to keep him. He saw the gun hand shift against the rock-Johnny was taking aim into the pocket. Why? By trusting to Rennie"s word he would have a slim chance, so why spoil it by some treachery?
"All right, Johnny, it"s ready for you."
"Now you git them hands up, Rennie. Sorta guessed you"d come yourself. I"m gittin" out, all right. Do I take you along there ain"t goin" to be no trailin", none "tall-do they want _Don_ Cazar to keep on breathing regular. Git them hands up, high!"
With all the force he could summon Drew kicked at Johnny"s crouching body.