"That trail leads here, Lone. Did you find Raine yet?"
"Not a sign of her. Swan, I don"t know what to make of it. I did think them two were stalling. I thought they either hadn"t seen her at all, or had got hold of her and were trying to square themselves on the insanity dodge. But if they know where she is, they"re acting d.a.m.n queer, Swan. They _want_ her. They haven"t got her yet."
"They"re in the house," Swan rea.s.sured Lone. "I heard them walking.
You don"t think they"ve got her there, Lone?"
"If they have," gritted Lone, "they made the biggest blunder of their lives bringing me over here. No, I could see they wanted to get off alone and hold a powwow. They expected she"d be at the Quirt."
"I think Al Woodruff, he"s maybe got her, then," Swan declared, after studying the matter briefly. "All the way he follows the trail over here, Lone. I could see you sometimes in the trail. He was keeping hid from the trail--I think because Raine was riding along, this morning, and he"s following. The tracks are that old."
"They said they had trailed Raine this far, coming from the Sawtooth,"
Lone told him worriedly. "What do you think Al would want----"
"Don"t she see him shoot Fred Thurman? By golly, I"m scared for that girl, Loney!"
Lone stared at him. "He wouldn"t dare!"
"A coward is a brave man when you scare him bad enough," Swan stated flatly. "I"m careful always when I corner a coward."
"Al ain"t a coward. You"ve got him wrong."
"Maybe, but he kills like a coward would kill, and he"s scared he will be caught. Warfield, he"s scared, too. You watch him, Lone.
"Now I tell you what I do. Yack, he picks up the trail from here to where you can follow easy. We know two places where he didn"t go with her, and from here is two more trails he could take. But one goes to the main road, and he don"t take that one, I bet you. I think he takes that girl up Spirit Canyon, maybe. It"s woods and wild country in a few miles, and plenty of places to hide, and good chances for getting out over the top of the divide.
"I"m going to my cabin, and you don"t say anything when I leave.
Warfield, he don"t want the d.a.m.n Swede hanging around. So you go with them, Loney. This is to what you call a showdown."
"We"ll want the dog," Lone told him, but Swan shook his head. Hawkins and Warfield had come from the house and were approaching the stable.
Swan looked at Lone, and Lone went forward to meet them.
"The Swede followed along on the ridge, and he didn"t see anything," he volunteered, before Warfield could question him. "We might put his dog on the trail and see which way she went from here."
Warfield thought that a good idea. He was so sure that Lorraine must be somewhere within a mile or two of the place that he seemed to think the search was practically over when Jack, nosing out the trail of Al Woodruff, went trotting toward Spirit Canyon.
"Took the wrong turn after she left the corrals here," Warfield commented relievedly. "She wouldn"t get far, up this way."
"There"s the track of two horses," Hawkins said abruptly. "That there is the girl"s horse, all right--there"s a hind shoe missing. We saw where her horse had cast a shoe, coming over Juniper Ridge. But there"s another horse track."
Lone bit his lip. It was the other horse that Jack had been trailing so long. "There was a loose horse hanging around Thurman"s place," he said casually. "It"s him, tagging along, I reckon."
"Oh," said Hawkins. "That accounts for it."
CHAPTER XIX
SWAN CALLS FOR HELP
Past the field where the horses were grazing and up the canyon on the side toward Skyline Meadow, that lay on a shoulder of Bear Top, the dog nosed unfalteringly along the trail. Now and then he was balked when the hoofprints led him to the bank of Granite Creek, but not for long.
Jack appeared to understand why his trailing was interrupted and sniffed the bank until he picked up the scent again.
"Wonder if she changed off and rode that loose horse," Hawkins said once, when the tracks were plain in the soft soil of the creek bank.
"She might, and lead that horse she was on."
"She wouldn"t know enough. She"s a city girl," Lone replied, his heart heavy with fear for Lorraine.
"Well, she ain"t far off then," Hawkins comforted himself. "Her horse acted about played out when she hit the ranch. She had him wet from his ears to his tail, and he was breathin" like that Ford at the ranch.
If that"s a sample of her riding, she ain"t far off."
"Crazy--to ride up here. Keep your eyes open, boys. We must find her, whatever we do." Warfield gazed apprehensively at the rugged steeps on either hand and at the timber line above them. "From here on she couldn"t turn back without meeting us--if I remember this country correctly. Could she, Hawkins?"
"Not unless she turned off, up here a mile or two, into that gulch that heads into Skyline," said Hawkins. "There"s a stock trail part way down from the top where it swings off from the divide to Wilder Creek."
Swan, walking just behind Hawkins, moved up a pace.
"I could go on Skyline with Yack, and I could come down by those trail," he suggested diffidently, Swedishly, yet with a certain compelling confidence. "What you think?"
"I think that"s a d.a.m.ned good idea for a square head," Hawkins told him, and repeated it to Warfield, who was riding ahead.
"Why, yes. We don"t need the dog, or the man either. Go up to the head of the gulch and keep your eyes open, Swan. We"ll meet you up here. You know the girl, don"t you?"
"Yas, Ay know her pretty good," grinned Swan.
"Well, don"t frighten her. Don"t let her see that you think anything is wrong--and don"t say anything about us. We made the mistake of discussing her condition within her hearing, and it is possible that she understood enough of what we were saying to take alarm. You understand? Don"t tell girl she"s crazy." He tapped his head to make his meaning plainer. "Don"t tell girl we"re looking for her. You understand?"
"Yas, Ay know English pretty good. Ay don"t tell too moch." His cheerful smile brought a faint response from Senator Warfield. At Lone he did not look at all. "I go quick. I"m good climber like a sheep,"
he boasted, and whistling to Jack, he began working his way up a rough, brush-scattered ledge to the slope above.
Lone watched him miserably, wishing that Swan was not quite so matter of fact in his man-chasing. If Al Woodruff, for some reason which Lone could not fathom, had taken Lorraine and forced her to go with him into the wilderness, Warfield and Hawkins would be his allies the moment they came up with him. Lone was no coward, but neither was he a fool.
Hawkins had never distinguished himself as a fighter, but Lone had gleaned here and there a great deal of information about Senator Warfield in the old days when he had been plain Bill. When Lorraine and Al were overtaken, then Lone would need to show the stuff that was in him. He only hoped he would have time, and that luck would be with him.
"If they get me, it"ll be all off with her," he worried, as he followed the two up the canyon. "Swan would have been a help. But he thinks more of catching Al than he does of helping Raine."
He looked up and saw that already Swan was halfway up the canyon"s steep side, making his way through the brush with more speed than Lone could have shown on foot in the open, unless he ran. The sight heartened Lone a little. Swan might have some plan of his own,--an ambush, possibly. If he would only keep along within rifle shot and remain hidden, he would show real brains, Lone thought. But Swan, when Lone looked up again, was climbing straight away from the little searching party; and even though he seemed tireless on foot, he could not perform miracles.
Swan, however, was not troubling himself over what Lone would think, or even what Warfield was thinking. Contrary to Lone"s idea of him, Swan was tired, and he was thinking a great deal about Lorraine, and very little about Al Woodruff, except as Al was concerned with Lorraine"s welfare. Swan had made a mistake, and he was humiliated over his blunder. Al had kept himself so successfully in the background while Lone"s peculiar actions had held his attention, that Swan had never considered Al Woodruff as the killer. Now he blamed himself for Frank"s death. He had been watching Lone, had been baffled by Lone"s consistent kindness toward the Quirt, by the force of his personality which held none of the elements of cold-blooded murder. He had believed that he had the Sawtooth killer under observation, and he had been watching and waiting for evidence that would impress a grand jury.
And all the while he had let Al Woodruff ride free and unsuspected.
The one stupid thing, in Swan"s opinion, which he had not done was to let Lone go on holding his tongue. He had forced the issue that morning. He had wanted to make Lone talk, had hoped for a weakening and a confession. Instead he had learned a good deal which he should have known before.
As he forged up the slope across the ridged lip of the canyon, his one immediate object was speed. Up the canyon and over the divide on the west shoulder of Bear Top was a trail to the open country beyond. It was perfectly pa.s.sable, as Swan knew; he had packed in by that trail when he located his homestead on Bear Top. That is why he had his cabin up and was living in it before the Sawtooth discovered his presence.
Al, he believed, was making for Bear Top Pa.s.s. Once down the other side he would find friends to lend him fresh horses. Swan had learned something of these friends of the Sawtooth, and he could guess pretty accurately how far some of them would go in their service. Fresh horses for Al, food--perhaps even a cabin where he could hide Lorraine away--were to be expected from any one of them, once Al was over the divide.
Swan glanced up at the sun, saw that it was dropping to late afternoon and started in at a long, loose-jointed trot across the mountain meadow called Skyline. A few pines, with scattered clumps of juniper and fir, dotted the long, irregular stretch of gra.s.sland which formed the meadow. Range cattle were feeding here and there, so wild they lifted heads to stare at the man and dog, then came trotting forward, their curiosity unabated by the fact that they had seen these two before.