"Hit the back-trail fo" home, li"l" hawss," he said. "If I need me a mount to git back I"ll borrow one. I got to go belly-trailin" pritty soon."
He gave the pinto a cautious slap on the flank and p.r.o.nto started off down the trail. So far Sandy believed he had not been seen. If he had, a rifle-shot would have been the first warning. With the experience of a man who has seen shooting before, he had chanced a miss, knowing the odds on his side. It was twenty to one Plimsoll and his men had hurried off to the Hideout.
A buzzard hung in the early evening sky, circling high and then suddenly dropping in a swoop.
"Looks like Grit"s cashed in," thought Sandy. "That bird was a late comer, at that."
But it was not Grit.
The ravine curved, forked. One way led to Beaver Dam Lake, the other rifted deep through rocky outcrop, leading to the Waterline Range. The boundary fence crossed it. Two posts had been broken out, the wire flattened. Through the gap led the sign that Sandy followed. He carried his rifle with him and he moved cautiously but swiftly through the half light, for the cleft was in shadow. The walls lowered, the incline ended, became a decline, leading down. The clouds were a.s.sembling for sunset overhead, the moon just topped the eastern cliffs, beginning to send out a measure of reflected light. A beam struck a little cylinder, the emptied sh.e.l.l of a thirty-thirty rifle. There was another close by.
And scanty soil was marked with more hoofs. Sandy halted, wondering the key to the puzzle. Did it mean a quarrel between Plimsoll"s men?
Altogether he figured there had been a dozen horses over the ground. It was only a swift guess but he knew it close to the mark. Had Plimsoll been joined or attacked? And...?
His practised eyes, roving here and there, saw still more cartridge sh.e.l.ls. Walking cat-footed, he made no sound but suddenly three buzzards rose on heavy wings and he went swiftly to where they had been squatting. A dead man lay up against the cliff, a saddle blanket thrown over his face. This had held off the carrion birds. The body was limp and still warm, it had been a corpse only a short time. Sandy took off the blanket.
It was Wyatt! Wyatt, whom he had seen not much more than four hours before, riding on the main street in Hereford, threatening vengeance on Plimsoll. A bullet had made a small hole in his skull by the right temple and crashed out through the back of his head in a b.l.o.o.d.y gap!
CHAPTER XIX
THE HIDEOUT
The row that had culminated at the Waterline Ranch, ending in the trouble between Plimsoll and Wyatt, had brewed steadily. It had been a reckless crowd at the horse ranch, practically outlaws by their actions though not yet so adjudged, yet knowing their tenure of immunity was growing short. There had collected, besides Plimsoll"s riders, Butch Parsons, Hahn"s and others of Plimsoll"s following who had been forced from their livelihood as gamblers. They still hung together, waiting for Plimsoll to make a clean-up of his horses and move to places where they were less discredited.
Meantime they made their own crude liquors and drank them freely. They gambled and caroused late. There were some women at the ranch. There was little fellowship.
Plimsoll had lost caste as a leader. His moods were morose or bragging.
His ascendancy was gone. The crowd clung to him like so many leeches, waiting for a split of the proceeds of the sale of horses that no one appeared eager to buy in quant.i.ty. Ready cash was short. There were frequent quarrels; through it all there worked the leaven of Wyatt"s jealousy, fermenting steadily. There were men among them who had fought with gunplay and who had killed but, as they were cheats, so they were cravens, at heart.
When the split came, after an all-night session with cards and liquor, following the refusal of a dealer to buy the herd, it was not merely a matter between Wyatt and Plimsoll. Sides were taken and the weaker driven from the ranch. Preparations were made for departure. The frightened women fled back to Hereford.
"It"s a rotten mess," declared Butch Parsons. "Wyatt or one of the others"ll tell all they know. You ought to have shot straighter, Plimsoll. Just like cuttin" our own throats to let "em get away."
"You did some missing on your own account," retorted Plimsoll.
"It was the rotten booze. You started it. If you"d plugged Wyatt right it would have ended it. Now we"ve got to clear out."
"There isn"t two hundred dollars of real money in the crowd," said Plimsoll. "If Taylor had taken the herd...."
"He was afraid to touch it. We"ll go south. That"s my plan. You can find a buyer in Tucson. Put the horses in the Hideout. Leave one or two to look out for "em an" turn "em over later. We can arrange for a delivery if we make a sale."
"Who in h.e.l.l"s goin" to stay behind?" asked one of the men.
"We"ll cut cards for it."
"Not me."
"What"s the use of fighting among ourselves again?" suggested Hahn smoothly. "We can settle who"s to stay later. There"s grub in the Hideout and a safe place to lay low if anything goes wrong. They"ll have a fine time proving up the horses are stolen. We"ve got to take a chance. Butch is right. We can"t take them with us. There"s a good chance of a sale in Tucson. Meantime we"ve got to figure on Wyatt. He"ll likely try to get in touch with that Brandon outfit."
"Or that chap who said he was from Phoenix," put in Butch. "You made a misplay, there, Plimsoll. That chap was a ringer."
"You talk like a fool," retorted Plimsoll. "He sold us the bunch cheap enough. He never raised horses he"d let go at that price. He lifted "em, like he said."
"Just the same, he didn"t act like a rustler."
"It was his first trick. Young vouched for him."
"This ain"t getting us anywhere," said Hahn. "Let"s make for the Hideout and talk it out there. This place ain"t safe."
Within an hour the herd, already corralled for the chance of a quick sale, was being driven to the glen known as the Hideout, a little mountain park with water and good feed where Plimsoll placed the horses that his men drove off from far-away ranches, or Plimsoll bought from other horse dealers of his own sort, keeping them there until their brands were doctored and possible pursuit died down. There were two entrances to the Hideout, one through a narrow gut almost blocked by a fallen boulder, with only a pa.s.sage wide enough to let through horse and rider single file, a way that could be easily barricaded or masked so that none would suspect any opening in the cliff. The second led by a winding way through a desolate region, over rock that left no sign and wound by twists and turns that none but the initiated could follow. The place, accidentally discovered, was perfect for its purpose.
There were some horses now in the Hideout, the lot purchased from the man from Phoenix, whom Butch suspected. But Parsons was of a suspicious disposition and the rest had overruled him, though the purchase had taken most of the cash at their disposal, until they could make the sale that had fallen through at the last minute. There was feed enough for the entire herd for a month. There was a cabin in a side gully of the park, near the blocked entrance, the whole place was honeycombed with caves, in the towering sidewalls and underground.
Five of the nine left of the Waterline outfit drove the herd. Hahn and Parsons could both ride, but they were not experts at handling horses.
They chose to go with Plimsoll and the outfit-cook, while the rest took the long way round to the other way in. The four lingered to give the rest a start. There was some liquor left and this they started to dispose of. At noon the cook got a farewell meal and they mounted.
"I hate leaving the country without evening up some way with the Bourke outfit," said Plimsoll. "d.a.m.n him and the rest of them, they broke the luck for us. As for the girl, if...?"
"Oh, quit throwing the bull con about that, Jim," said Parsons bluntly.
"Sandy Bourke"s a d.a.m.n good man for you to leave alone an" you know it.
Talk ain"t goin" to hurt him."
"I"m coming back some time," said Plimsoll with a string of oaths. "Then you"ll see something besides talk."
Parsons jeered at him. Plimsoll was no longer the leader and he knew it.
But he hung on to the semblance of authority that an open quarrel with Butch might shatter. Butch was a bully, but Plimsoll respected his shooting. And Hahn sided with him. The cook did not count.
Plimsoll carried with him a fine pair of binoculars and, as they rode leisurely on and reached a vantage-point, he swept the tumbled horizon for signs of any strange riders. It was the caution of habit as much as actual fear of a raid. There were no Hereford County horses in his herd save those he had bred himself and he did not think Wyatt or the others who had left the outfit would be able to stir up sentiment against him in Hereford. It would take time to get in touch with Brandon. But they made it a point to be sure that no casual rider noticed them on the way to the Hideout, or coming from it.
At times Plimsoll rode aside from the trail to a ridge crest for wider vision. At last, coming up the pa.s.s of Willow Creek, he sighted Molly and Donald with Grit trotting beside them. It was the dog that confirmed his first surmise. He had heard that Molly had returned, but he had not dared a visit to the Three Star. Who the rider with her was he did not care. That it was a tenderfoot was plain by his clothes and by his seat.
As he adjusted the powerful gla.s.ses to a better focus Plimsoll"s face twisted to an ugly smile. He had a flask in his hip pocket and he swigged at it before he rode to catch up with Parsons and Hahn.
"I"ll show you if I do nothing but talk," he said to Butch after he told them of his discovery. "We"ll wait for them along the trail. We"ll send the chap with her back afoot."
"And what"ll you do with her?" asked Hahn. "We"ve had enough of skirts, Plimsoll. This is no time to be mixed up with them."
"Isn"t it?" The drink had given Plimsoll some of his old swagger, and the prospect of hatching the revenge over which he had brooded so long took possession of him. "Then you"re a bigger fool than I thought you, Hahn. That particular skirt, aside from my personal interest in her, represents about a quarter of a million dollars--maybe more. She"s got a quarter interest and a little better in the Molly Mine. The Three Star owns another quarter. How much will they give up to have her back?
Bourke"s her guardian, remember. I think the chap with her may be young Keith. We won"t monkey with him. He"ll do to tell what happened. But we"ll take the girl along and we"ll send back word of how much we want to let her go. After I"m through with her. She may not go back the same as she came, but they won"t know that and they"ll pay enough to set us up and to h.e.l.l with the herd."
Parsons and Hahn looked at each other, greed rising in their eyes. They had no love for the partners of the Three Star nor for Molly Casey. A big ransom was possible if it was handled right.
"You"ll have the whole county searching the range," objected Parsons.
"There"s a lot know something about the Hideout and they"ll use Wyatt to show "em the way. Bourke"ll guess where she is."
"Let him. Wyatt don"t know about the caves, does he? We can take her some other place to-morrow. We won"t say anything now to the kid about a ransom. We"ll mail a letter after we fix details. But we"ll take the girl into the Hideout now. That tenderfoot"ll be lucky if he drifts back to the Three Star by nightfall afoot. We"ll be out of the place long before that. And we"ll put her where they can"t find her till they come through. I"m running this."