CHAPTER XVIII
A CHANGE OF BASE
Stratton staggered back against the wall and leaned there, panting. All his strength had gone out in that last terrific blow, and for a s.p.a.ce he seemed incapable of movement. At length, conscious of a warm, moist trickle on his chin, he raised one hand mechanically to his face and brought it away, dabbled with bright crimson. For a moment or two he regarded the stiff, crooked fingers and bruised knuckles in a dazed, impersonal fashion as if the hand belonged to some one else. Then he became aware that Bud was speaking.
"Sure," he mumbled, when the meaning of the reiterated question penetrated to his consciousness. "I"m--all--right."
Then his head began to clear, and, slowly straightening his sagging shoulders, he glanced down at the hulking figure sprawling motionless amidst the debris of the wrecked table.
"Is--he--" he began slowly.
"He"s out, that"s all," stated Jessup crisply. "Golly, Buck! That was some punch." He paused, regarding his friend eagerly. "What are yuh goin"
to do now?" he asked.
A tiny trickle of blood from Stratton"s cut lip ran down his chin and splashed on the front of his torn, disordered shirt.
"Wash, I reckon," he answered, with a twisted twitch of his stiff lips that was meant to be a smile. "I sure need it bad."
"But I mean after that," explained Bud. "Don"t yuh want me to saddle up while you"re gettin" ready? There ain"t no point in hangin" around till he comes to."
Buck took a step or two away from the wall and regarded the prostrate Lynch briefly, his glance also taking in McCabe, who bent over him.
"I reckon not," he agreed briefly. "Likewise, if I don"t get astride a cayuse mighty soon, I won"t be able to climb onto him at all. Go ahead and saddle up, kid, and I"ll be with you _p.r.o.nto_. You"d better ride to town with me and bring back the horse."
Bud nodded and, breaking the Colts one after another, pocketed the sh.e.l.ls and dropped the weapons into a near-by bunk.
"Yuh needn"t bother to do that," commented McCabe sourly. "n.o.body ain"t goin" to drill no holes in yuh; we"re only too tickled to see yuh get out.
If you"re wise, kid, you"ll stay away, likewise. I wouldn"t be in yore shoes for no money when Tex comes around an" remembers what yuh done?"
"I reckon I can take care of m"self," retorted Jessup. "It ain"t Tex"s game to be took up for no murder yet awhile."
Without further comment he gathered up most of Stratton"s belongings and departed for the corral. Buck took his hand-bag and, leaving the cabin, limped slowly down to the creek. He was surprised to note that the encounter seemed to have attracted no attention up at the ranch-house.
Then he realized that with the door and windows closed, what little noise there had been might well have pa.s.sed unnoticed, especially as the men were at work back in the barns.
At the creek he washed the blood from his face and hands, changed his shirt, put a strip of plaster on his cut lip, and decided that any further repairs could wait until he reached Paloma.
When he arrived at the corral Bud had just finished saddling the second horse, and they lost no time making fast Buck"s belongings. The animals were then led out, and Stratton was on the point of mounting when the sound of light footsteps made him turn quickly to find Miss Manning almost at his elbow.
"But you"re not leaving now, without waiting to say good-by?" she expostulated.
Buck"s lips straightened grimly, with a grotesque twisted effect caused by the plaster at the corner.
"After what"s happened I hardly supposed anybody"d want any farewell words," he commented with a touch of sarcasm.
Miss Manning stamped her shapely, well-shod foot petulantly. "Rubbish!"
she exclaimed. "You don"t suppose I believe that nonsense, do you?"
"I reckon you"re about the only one who doesn"t, then."
"I"m not. Mrs. Archer agrees with me. She says you couldn"t be a--a thief if you tried. And down in her heart even Mary-- But whatever has happened to your face?"
Stratton flushed faintly. "Oh, I just--cut myself against something," he shrugged. "It"s nothing serious."
"I"m glad of that," she commented, dimpling a little. "It certainly doesn"t add to your beauty."
She was bare-headed, and the slanting sunlight, caressing the crisp waves of hair, revealed an unsuspected reddish glint amongst the dark tresses.
As he looked down into her clear, friendly eyes, Buck realized, and not the first time, how very attractive she really was. If things had only been different, if only the barrier of that hateful mental lapse of his had not existed, he had a feeling that they might have been very good friends indeed.
His lips had parted for a farewell word or two when suddenly he caught the flutter of skirts over by the corner of the ranch-house. It was Mary Thorne, and Buck wondered with an odd, unexpected little thrill, whether by any chance she too might be coming to say good-by. Whatever may have been her intention, however, it changed abruptly. Catching sight of the group beside the corral fence, she stopped short, hesitated an instant, and then, turning square about, disappeared in the direction she had come.
As he glanced back to Stella Manning, Buck"s face was a little clouded.
"We"ll have to be getting started, I reckon," he said briefly. "Thank you very much for--for seeing me off."
"But where are you going?"
"Paloma for to-night; after that I"ll be hunting another job."
The girl put out her hand and Stratton took it, hoping that she wouldn"t notice his raw, bruised knuckles. He might have spared himself the momentary anxiety. She wasn"t looking at his fingers.
"Well, it"s good-by, then," she said, a note of regret underlying the surface brightness of her tone. "But when you"re settled you must send me a line. We were such good pals aboard ship, and I haven"t enough friends to want to lose even one of them. Send a letter here to the ranch, and if we"re gone, Mary will forward it."
Buck promised, and swung himself stiffly into the saddle. As he and Bud rode briskly down the slope, he turned and glanced back for an instant.
Miss Manning stood where they had left her, handkerchief fluttering from her upraised hand, but Stratton scarcely saw her. His gaze swept the front of the ranch-house, scrutinizing each gaping, empty window and the deserted porch. Finally, with a faint sigh and a little shrug of his shoulders, he mentally dismissed the past and fell to considering the future.
There was a good deal yet to be talked over and decided, and when he had briefly detailed to Bud the various happenings he was still ignorant of, Buck went on to outline his plans.
"There are several things I want to look into, and to do it I"ve got to be on the loose," he explained. "At the same time I don"t want Lynch to get the idea I"m snooping around. What sort of a fellow is this Tenny, over at the Rocking-R?"
"He"s white," returned Bud promptly. "No squarer ranch-boss around the country. I"d of gone there instead of the Shoe-Bar, only they was full up.
What was yuh thinkin" of--bracin" him for a job?"
"Not exactly, though I"d like Lynch to think I"d been taken on there. Do you suppose, if I put Tenny wise to what I was after, that he"d let me have a cayuse and pack-horse, and stake me to enough grub to keep me a week or two in the mountains back of the Shoe-Bar?"
"He might, especially when he knows you"re buckin" Tex; he never was much in love with Lynch." Jessup paused, eyeing his companion curiously. "Say, Buck," he went on quickly, "What makes yuh so keen about this, anyhow? Yuh ain"t no deputy sheriff, or anythin" like that, are yuh?"
For a moment Stratton was taken aback by the unexpectedness of the question. He had come to regard Jessup and himself so completely at one in their desire to penetrate the mystery of Lynch"s shady doings that it had never occurred to him that his intense absorption in the situation might strike Bud as peculiar. It was one thing to behave as Bud was doing, especially as he frankly had the interest of Mary Thorne at heart, and quite another to throw up a job and plan to carry on an unproductive investigation from a theoretical desire to bring to justice a crooked foreman whom he had never seen until a few weeks ago.
"Why, of course not," parried Buck. "What gave you that notion?"
"I dunno exactly. I s"pose mebbe it"s the way you"re plannin" to give yore time to it without pay or nothin". There won"t be a darn cent in it for yuh, even if yuh do land Tex in the pen."
"I know that," and Buck smiled; "but I"m a stubborn cuss when I get started on anything. Besides, I love Tex Lynch well enough to want to see him get every mite that"s comin" to him. I"ve got a little money saved up, and I"ll get more fun spending it this way than any other I can think of."
"There"s somethin" in that," agreed Jessup. "Golly, Buck! I wisht I could go along with yuh. I never was much on savin", but I could manage a couple of weeks without a job."
Stratton hesitated. "I"d sure like it, kid," he answered. "It would be a whole lot pleasanter for me, but I"m wondering if you wouldn"t do more good there on the Shoe-Bar. With n.o.body at all to cross him, there"s no tellin" what Lynch might try and pull off. Besides, it seems to me somebody ought to be there to sort of look after Miss--" He broke off, struck by a sudden possibility. "You don"t suppose he"ll get really nasty about what you--"