"Same here," answered Mormon. "Reckon it"s that way with most men. Sandy don"t show it, "cept by goin" out on a snoop."
"He can see, smell an" hear where we"d be deef, dumb an" blind," said Sam. "Wonder what time it is? We"ve been here all of two hours already "cordin" to them stars."
"What time does the moon rise?" asked Mormon.
""Bout half past three or so. You figgerin" on wrastlin" Roarin" Russell by moonlight, after we git through down here?"
"I"ve got a hunch this is goin" to be a busy night, plumb through till sun-up," said Mormon. "An", when I meet up with Roarin" Russell it ain"t goin" to be jest a wrastlin match, believe me. It"s goin" to be a free-fo"-all exhibition of ground an" lofty tumblin", "thout rounds, seconds or referee. When one of us. .h.i.ts the ground it"ll likely be fo"
keeps."
"I ain"t seen you so riled up in a long time, old-timer. An" I"m backin"
you fo" winner, at that. Jest the same, me an" Sandy"ll do a li"l"
refereein" fo" the sake of fair play."
"I can hear you two gossipin" old wimmin gabbin" clear up to the top of the hill an" down to the crick," added a third voice as Sandy glided in, materializing from the darkness.
"Anythin" doin"?" asked Sam.
"No, an" there won"t be long as you air yo" voices. You play like an angel on that mouth harp of yores, Sam, but you talk like a rasp. Mormon booms like a bull frawg."
They settled down again to their watch. The Great Bear constellation dipped down, scooping into the darkness beyond the opposing hill.
"Pritty close to midnight," said Sam at last. "What"s the ..."
Sandy"s grip on his arm checked him, all senses centering into listening.
The three stared blankly into the night, while their hands sought gun b.u.t.ts and loosened the weapons in their holsters. Out of the blackness came little foreign sounds that they interpreted according to their powers. The tiny clink of metal, the faint thud of horses" hoofs, an exclamation that had barely been above the speaker"s breath floated up to them through the stillness. The glow of the lantern showed through the tent wall.
"Two riders," mouthed Sandy so softly that Mormon and Sam swung heads to catch his words. "Came up the valley t"other side of the crick. Both crossed it above the tent. Reckon they"re visitin" us. One of "em"s comin" this way."
They crouched, breathless now, listening to the soft padded sounds that told of the approach of man and horse. These ceased. Still they could see nothing. Then there came a sharp shrill whistle, answered from the levels. Followed instantly the thud of galloping ponies going at top speed, parallel, one between the watchers and the tent as they saw the swift shadow shade the glow for an instant, the other between the tent and the creek. There was a sharp swishing as of something whipping brush.
"Yi-yi-yippy!" The cries rang out exultant as the horses dashed by the tunnel. The light in the tent wavered, went out. There was a shout of surprise and dismay, a _tw.a.n.g_ like the snapping of a mighty bowstring and then came the whoops of the trio from the Three Star as they realized what the attempt had been and how it had failed.
Two riders, trailing a rope, had raced down the valley hoping to sweep away the tent, to send its occupant sprawling, its contents scattered in a confusion of which advantage would be taken to chase the three off their claims, taken by surprise, made ridiculous.
Sandy and Sam, searching for a convenient tent site, had happened upon a ma.s.s of outcrop, overgrown by brush. Over this they had pitched the tent, using the rock for table, propping their dummies about it. If dynamite was flung it would find something to work against. They had not antic.i.p.ated the use of the rope to demolish the canvas any more than the two riders had expected to bring up against a boulder. The impact, with their ponies spurred, urged on by their shouts to their limit, tore the cinches of one saddle loose, jerked it from the horse and catapulted the unprepared rider over its head, flying through the air to land heavily, while his mount, unenc.u.mbered, frightened, went careering off leaving its breathless master stunned amid the sage.
As the cinches had given way at one end, the line itself had parted at the other. The second pony had stumbled sidewise, rolling before the man was free from the saddle. They could hear it thrashing in the willows, the rider cursing as he tried to remount while Sandy ran cat-footed down the hill, leaving Mormon and Sam to handle the other. If there had been a.s.sistants to the raid they had melted away, willing enough to join in a drive against men yanked from their tent, defenseless, but not at all eager to face the guns of those same men on the alert, the aggressive.
Mormon and Sam found their man groaning and limp.
"Don"t believe he"s bu"sted anything," announced Sam, ""less he"s druv his neck inter his shoulders. Got his saddle, Mormon?"
"Yep. Want the rope?"
They trussed their captive with the lariat still snubbed to his saddle-horn. Down in the willows there was a flash, a report, a scurrying flight punctuated by an oath almost as vivid as the shot.
Sandy came up the hill toward them.
"Miss him?" asked Mormon.
"It was sure dahk," said Sandy, "and I hated to plug the hawss. So I only took one shot to cheer him on his way. He was mountin" at the time an" it was a snapshot. I aimed at the seat of his pants. I w"udn"t be surprised but what he"s ridin" so"t of one-sided. Who you got here? Tote him down-hill. I don"t believe they bu"sted the lantern. We"ll take a look at him."
Sandy retrieved the lantern from the collapsed canvas and lit it. Mormon and Sam took the senseless man down to the creek where they attempted to revive him by pouring hatfuls of the icy water on his head. He was a black-haired chap, sallow of face, clean-shaven. His clothes were those of a cowman.
"Looks a heap like a drowned rat," said Mormon. "It"s Sol Wyatt, one of Plim"s riders oveh to his hawss ranch. He got fired from the Two-Bar-Circle fo" leavin" his ridin" iron to home an" usin" anotheh brand. Leastwise, that"s what they suspected. Old Man Penny giv" him the benefit of the doubt an" jest kicked him out of the corral. If he"d had the goods on him he"d have skinned him alive an" put his pelt on the bahn do" fo" a warnin"."
"The d.a.m.n fool rode a single-fire saddle fo" a job like that," said Sam.
"No wonder it bu"sted. He"s sniffin", Sandy; what we goin" to do with him?"
"Take him up inter camp, soon"s he"s able to walk an" hand him over to Plimsoll with our compliments. They figgered they"d make us all look plumb ridiculous with bein" flipped out of the tent. Then they"d have had the crowd on their side erlong with the la"f, way it usually goes.
Don"t drown him, Mormon, he don"t look oveh used to water, to me."
Wyatt opened a pair of shifty black eyes to consciousness and the light of the lantern and immediately closed them again, playing opossum. Sam prodded him gently in the ribs.
"Wake up, Sol," he said. "Come back to earth, you sky-salutin"
circus-rider. You sure looped the loops "fore you lit. Serves you right fo" usin" a one-cinch saddle. Git up!"
Wyatt gasped and sat up, grinning foolishly.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothin"," answered Sandy. "Jest nothin". Who was your buckaroo friend on the otheh end of the rope?"
"I dunno. Never saw him before to-night."
"Pal of Jim Plimsoll?"
"I dunno. n.o.buddy I know. n.o.buddy you know, I reckon."
"I"ll know him likely next time I run across him," said Sandy. "He"s packin" a saddle brand I put on him." His voice was grimly humorous, he recognized Wyatt"s obstinacy as something not without merit. "How"s yore haid?"
"Some tender."
"It ain"t in first-rate condition or you w"udn"t be drawin" pay from Plimsoll. Yore saddle"s here, yore hawss went west. Ef you want to leave the saddle till you locate the hawss, you can git it "thout any trouble any time you come fo" it. Or you can pack it with you now. We"re goin"
up to camp."
"Figger it"s safe to leave yore claims now?" asked Wyatt cheerfully.
"I don"t figger we"ll be jumped ag"in befo" mornin"," replied Sandy. "Ef we are, why, we"ll have to start the arguments all over."
"I w"udn"t be surprised," said the philosophic Wyatt, gingerly pressing his head with his fingertips, "but what there is a gen"ral impression "stablished by this time that you three hombres from the Three Star are right obstinate about considerin" this yore property."
"You leavin" camp with Plimsoll in the mornin"?" Mormon asked casually.
"I heard some rumor about his. .h.i.ttin" the sunrise trail," said Wyatt.
"Ef he goes, I stay. I"m a li"l" fed up on Jim Plimsoll lately. He pulls too much on his picket line to suit me. Ef he"s got a yeller stripe on his belly, I"m quittin". Some day he"s goin" to git inter a hole that"ll sure test his standard. Me, I may be a bit of a wolf, but I"m d.a.m.ned ef I trail with coyotes. I"ll leave my saddle. Any of you got the makin"s?
I seem to have lost most everything but my clothes. I shed a gun round here somewheres."