He was not yet supplied with evidence enough to warrant arresting Warfield and Hawkins, but he hoped to get it when the real crisis came.
They could not have known of Al Woodruff"s intentions towards Lorraine, else they would have kept themselves in the background and would not have risked the failure of their own plan.
On the other hand, Al must have been wholly ignorant of Warfield"s scheme to try and prove Lorraine crazy. It looked to Swan very much like a muddling of the Sawtooth affairs through over-anxiety to avoid trouble. They were afraid of what Lorraine knew. They wanted to eliminate her, and they had made the blunder of working independently to that end.
Lone"s anxiety he did not even consider. He believed that Lone would be equal to any immediate emergency and would do whatever the circ.u.mstances seemed to require of him. Warfield counted him a Sawtooth man. Al Woodruff, if the four men met unexpectedly, would also take it for granted that he was one of them. They would probably talk to Lone without reserve,--Swan counted on that. Whereas, if he were present, they would be on their guard, at least.
Swan"s plan was to wait at the cabin until he knew that deputies were headed toward the Pa.s.s. Then, with Jack, it would be a simple matter to follow Warfield to where he overtook Al,--supposing he did overtake him. If he did not, then Swan meant to be present when the meeting occurred. The dog would trail Al anywhere, since the scent would be less than twenty-four hours old. Swan would locate Warfield and lead him straight to Al Woodruff, and then make his arrests. But he wanted to have the deputies there.
At dusk he got his call. He learned that four picked men had started for the Pa.s.s, and that they would reach the divide by daybreak. Others were on their way to intercept Al Woodruff if he crossed before then.
It was all that Swan could have hoped for,--more than he had dared to expect on such short notice. He notified the operator that he would not be there to receive anything else, until he returned to report that he had got his men.
"Don"t count your chickens till they"re hatched," came facetiously out of the blue.
"By golly, I can hear them holler in the sh.e.l.l," Swan sent back, grinning to himself as he rattled the key. "That irrigation graft is killed now. You tell the boss Swan says so. He"s right. The way to catch a fox is to watch his den."
He switched off the current, closed the case and went out, making sure that the cupboard-camouflaged door looked perfectly innocent on the outside. With a bannock stuffed into one pocket, a chunk of bacon in the other, he left the cabin and swung off again in that long, tireless stride of his, Jack following contentedly at his heels.
At the farther end of Skyline Meadow he stopped, took a tough leather leash from his pocket and fastened it to Jack"s collar.
"We don"t go running to paw n.o.body"s stomach and say, "Wow-wow! Here we are back again!"" he told the dog, pulling its ears affectionately.
"Maybe we get shot or something like that. We trail, and we keep our mouth still, Yack. One bark, and I lick you good!"
Jack flashed out a pink tongue and licked his master"s chin to show how little he was worried over the threat, and went racing along at the end of the leash, taking Swan"s trail and his own back to where they had climbed out of the canyon.
At the bottom Swan spoke to the dog in an undertone, and Jack obediently started up the canyon on the trail of the five horses who had pa.s.sed that way since noon. It was starlight now, and Swan did not hurry. He was taking it for granted that Warfield and Hawkins would stop when it became too dark to follow the hoofprints, and without Jack to show them the way they would perforce remain where they were until daybreak.
They would do that, he reasoned, if they were sincere in wanting to overtake Lorraine and in their ignorance that they were also following Al Woodruff. And try as he would, he could not see the object of so foolish a plan as this abduction carried out in collusion with two men of unknown sentiments in the party. They had shown no suspicion of Al"s part in the affair, and Swan grinned when he thought of the mutual surprise when they met.
He was not disappointed. They reached timber line, following the seldom used trail that wound over the divide to Bear Top Pa.s.s and so, by a difficult route which he did not believe Al would attempt after dark, to the country beyond the mountain. Where dark overtook them, they stopped in a sheltered nook to wait, just as Swan had expected they would. They were close to the trail, where no one could pa.s.s without their knowledge.
In the belief that it was only Lorraine they were following, and that she would be frightened and would come to the cheer of a campfire, they had a fine, inviting blaze. Swan made his way as close as he dared, without being discovered, and sat down to wait. He could see nothing of the men until Lone appeared and fed the flames more wood, and sat down where the light shone on his face. Swan grinned again. Warfield had probably decided that Lorraine would be less afraid of Lone than of them and had ordered him into the firelight as a sort of decoy. And Lone, knowing that Al Woodruff might be within shooting distance, was probably much more uncomfortable than he looked.
He sat with his legs crossed in true range fashion and stared into the fire while he smoked. He was a fair mark for an enemy who might be lurking out there in the dark, but he gave no sign that he realised the danger of his position. Neither did he wear any air of expectancy.
Warfield and Hawkins might wait and listen and hope that Lorraine, wide-eyed and weary, would steal up to the warmth of the fire; but not Lone.
Swan, sitting on a rotting log, became uneasy at the fine target which Lone made by the fire, and drew Al Woodruff"s blue bandanna from his pocket. He held it to Jack"s nose and whispered, "You find him, Yack--and I lick you good if you bark." Jack sniffed, dropped his nose to the ground and began tugging at the leash. Swan got up and, moving stealthily, followed the dog.
CHAPTER XXIII
"I COULDA LOVED THIS LITTLE GIRL"
A chill wind that hurried over Bear Top ahead of the dawn brought Swan and Jack clattering up the trail that dipped into Spirit Canyon.
Warfield rose stiffly from the one-sided warmth of the fire and walked a few paces to meet him, shrugging his wide shoulders at the cold and rubbing his thigh muscles that protested against movement. Much riding upon upholstered cushions had not helped Senator Warfield to retain the tough muscles of hard-riding Bill Warfield. The Senator was saddle-sore as well as hungry, and his temper showed in his blood-shot eyes. He would have quarrelled with his best-loved woman that morning, and he began on Swan.
Why hadn"t he come back down the gulch yesterday and helped track the girl, as he was told to do? (The senator had quite unpleasant opinions of Swedes, and crazy women, and dogs that were never around when they were wanted, and he expressed them fluently.)
Swan explained with a great deal of labour that he had not thought he was wanted, and that he had to sleep on his claim sometimes or the law would take it from him, maybe. Also he virtuously pointed out that he had come with Yack before daylight to the canyon to see if they had found Miss Hunter and gone home, or if they were still hunting for her.
"If you like to find that jong lady, I put Yack on the trail quick," he offered placatingly. "I bet you Yack finds her in one-half an hour."
With much unnecessary language, Senator Warfield told him to get to work, and the three tightened cinches, mounted their horses and prepared to follow Swan"s lead. Swan watched his chance and gave Lone a chunk of bannock as a subst.i.tute for breakfast, and Lone, I may add, dropped behind his companions and ate every crumb of it, in spite of his worry over Lorraine.
Indeed, Swan eased that worry too, when they were climbing the pine slope where Al had killed the grouse. Lone had forged ahead on John Doe, and Swan stopped suddenly, pointing to the spot where a few b.l.o.o.d.y feathers and a boot-print showed. The other evidence Jack had eaten in the night.
"Raine"s all right, Lone. Got men coming. Keep your gun handy," he murmured and turned away as the others rode up, eager for whatever news Swan had to offer.
"Something killed a bird," Swan explained politely, planting one of his own big feet over the track, which did not in the least resemble Lorraine"s. "Yack! you find that jong lady quick!"
From there on Swan walked carefully, putting his foot wherever a print of Al"s boot was visible. Since he was much bigger than Al, with a correspondingly longer stride, his gait puzzled Lone until he saw just what Swan was doing. Then his eyes lightened with amused appreciation of the Swede"s cunning.
"We ought to have some hot drink, or whisky when we find that girl,"
Hawkins muttered unexpectedly, riding up beside Lone as they crossed an open s.p.a.ce. "She"ll be half-dead with cold--if we find her alive."
Before Lone could answer, Swan looked back at the two and raised his hand for them to stop.
"Better if you leave the horses here," he suggested. "From Yack I know we get close pretty quick. That jong lady"s horse maybe smells these horse and makes a noise, and crazy folks run from noise."
Without objection the three dismounted and tied their horses securely to trees. Then, with Swan and Jack leading the way, they climbed over the ridge and descended into the hollow by way of the ledge which Skinner had negotiated so carefully the night before. Without the dog they never would have guessed that any one had pa.s.sed this way, but as it was they made good progress and reached the nearest edge of the spruce thicket just as the sun was making ready to push up over the skyline.
Jack stopped and looked up at his master inquiringly, lifting his lip at the sides and showing his teeth. But he made no sound; nor did Swan, when he dropped his fingers to the dog"s head and patted him approvingly.
They heard a horse sneeze, beyond the spruce grove, and Warfield stepped forward authoritatively, waving Swan back. This, his manner said plainly, was first and foremost his affair, and from now on he would take charge of the situation. At his heels went Hawkins, and Swan sent an oblique glance of satisfaction toward Lone, who answered it with his half-smile. Swan himself could not have planned the approach more to his liking.
The smell of bacon cooking watered their mouths and made Warfield and Hawkins look at one another inquiringly. Crazy young women would hardly be expected to carry a camping outfit. But Swan and Lone were treading close on their heels, and their own curiosity pulled them forward. They went carefully around the thicket, guided by the pungent odour of burning pine wood, and halted so abruptly that Swan and Lone b.u.mped into them from behind. A man had risen up from the campfire and faced them, his hands rising slowly, palms outward.
"Warfield, by----!" Al blurted in his outraged astonishment. "Trailing me with a bunch, are yuh? I knew you"d double-cross your own father--but I never thought you had it in you to do it in the open.
d.a.m.n yuh, what d"yuh want that you expect to get?"
Warfield stared at him, slack-jawed. He glanced furtively behind him at Swan, and found that guileless youth ready to poke him in the back with the muzzle of a gun. Lone, he observed, had another. He looked back at Al, whose eyes were ablaze with resentment. With an effort he smiled his disarming, senatorial smile, but Al"s next words froze it on his face.
"I think I know the play you"re making, but it won"t get you anything, Bill Warfield. You think I slipped up--and you told me not to let my foot slip; said you"d hate to lose me. Well, you"re the one that slipped, you d.a.m.ned, rotten coward. I was watching out for leaks. I stopped two, and this one----"
He glanced down at Lorraine, who sat beside the fire, a blanket tied tightly around her waist and her ankles, so that, while comfortably free, she could make no move to escape.
"I was fixing to stop _her_ from telling all she knew," he added harshly. "By to-night I"d have had her married to me, you d.a.m.ned fool.
And here you"ve blocked everything for me, afraid I was falling down on my job!
"Now folks, lemme just tell you a few little things. I know my limit--you"ve got me dead to rights. I ain"t complaining about that; a man in my game expects to get his, some day. But I ain"t going to let the man go that paid me my wages and a bonus of five hundred dollars for every man I killed that he wanted outa the way.
"Hawkins knows that"s a fact. He"s foreman of the Sawtooth, and he knows the agreement. I"ve got to say for Hawkins that aside from stealing cattle off the nesters and helping make evidence against some that"s in jail, Hawkins never done any dirty work. He didn"t have to.
They paid _me_ for that end of the business.
"I killed Fred Thurman--this girl, here, saw me shoot him. And it was when I told Warfield I was afraid she might set folks talking that he began to get cold feet. Up to then everything was lovely, but Warfield began to crawfish a little. We figured--_we_ figured, emphasise the _we_, folks,--that the Quirt would have to be put outa business. We knew if the girl told Brit and Frank, they"d maybe get the nerve to try and pin something on us. We"ve stole "em blind for years, and they wouldn"t cry if we got hung. Besides, they was friendly with Fred.