"Of course I know you didn"t steal "em. Horses ain"t in your line, or I wouldn"t be so sure. The point is this. I"ve got to get out and get "em back, or get a line on who did it. I can"t go off without doing something about it. This range was in my charge. I was supposed to report anything that looked suspicious, and I--well, the point is this--"
"So you said," Bland cut in, with something of his natural venom.
"Shut up. There"s just a chance I can find out where those horses were taken. We"ll go in the plane. You"ll have to go along to handle it, because I"m liable to be busy, if I run across anybody. I"m going to pack a rifle and a six-shooter, and I don"t want my hands full of controls right at the critical minute. Besides," he added ingenuously, "some of these darned air currents nearly got the best of me yesterday, coming back. You can handle the machine, and I"ll do the look-see."
"Aw, sa-ay! I--"
"I know it"s against my promise to a certain extent," Johnny went on.
"I know I"ve got you in a corner, too, where you can"t help yourself.
You couldn"t walk to the railroad, or even to the closest ranch, if you knew the way--which you don"t. You"d wander around in the heat and the sand--well, you"re pretty helpless without me, all right, or the plane.
I sabe that better than you do. You"ve got to do about as I say, because you haven"t got the nerve to kill me, even if I gave you the chance.
Sneaking off with the plane is about as much as you"re game for.
"Well, the point is this: I don"t want to take any mean advantage of you. I can"t afford to pay you what your services are really worth, as pilot--and there"s no reason why I should. But--well, I ain"t quite broke yet. I"ll give you twenty-five dollars for helping me out, in case what I want to do only takes a day or two days. If it takes more, I"ll give you ten dollars a day. It isn"t much, but it helps when you"re broke."
Bland permitted the sour droop of his lips to ease into a grin.
"Now you"re coming somewhere near the point, bo," he said. "But ten dollars--say! Ten dollars ain"t street-car fare. Not in little old L.A.
Make it twenty, bo, and you"re on."
"I"ll make it nothing if ten dollars a day don"t suit you!" Johnny declared hotly. "Why, d.a.m.n your dirty hide, that"s as much as I make in a _week_! And listen! I expect to sit in the back seat--and I"ll have two guns on me."
"Aw, ferget them two guns!" Bland surrendered. "This is sure the gunniest country I ever stopped in. Even the Janes--"
"Shut up!"
"Oh, well, I"ll sign up for ten, bo. It ain"t eatin" money, but it"ll maybe help buy me the makin"s of a smoke now and then."
"Well, get up, then. I"ll get us some breakfast, and we"ll go. It"s going to be still to-day--and hot, I think. You better get up."
"Aw, that"s right! You"ve got the upper hand, and so you can go ahead and abuse me like a dog--and I ain"t got any come-back. It was Bland this and that, when you wanted the plane repaired. Now you"ve got it, and it"s git-ta-h.e.l.l and git busy. Pull a gun on me, beat me up--accuse me of things I never done--drag me outa bed before daylight--" His self-pitying whine droned on monotonously, but he nevertheless got into his clothes and pottered around the plane by the light of the lantern and the flaring fire Johnny started.
The one praiseworthy thing he could do he did conscientiously. He inspected carefully the control wires, went over the motor and filled the radiator and the gas tank, and made sure that he had plenty of oil. His grumbling did not in the least impair his efficiency. He replaced the propeller, cursing under his breath because Johnny had taken it off. He was up in the forward seat testing the control when Johnny called him to come and eat.
In the narrow strip of sky that showed over the niche the stars were paling. A faint flush tinged the blue as Johnny looked up anxiously.
"We"ll take a little grub and my two canteens full of water," he said, with a shade of uneasiness in his voice. "We don"t want to get caught like those poor devils did that lost the plane. But, of course--"
"Say, where you going, f"r cat"s sake?" Bland looked over his cup in alarm. "Not down where them--"
"We"re going to find out where those horses went. You needn"t be scared, Bland. I ain"t organizing any suicide club. You tend to the flying part, and I"ll tend to my end of the deal. Air-line, it ain"t so far. We ought to make there and back easy."
He bestirred himself, not exultantly as he had done the day before, but with a certain air of determination that impressed Bland more than his old boyish eagerness had done. This was not to be a joy-ride. Johnny did not feel in the least G.o.dlike. Indeed, he would like to have been able to take Sandy along as a substantial subst.i.tute in case anything went wrong with the plane. He was taking a risk, and he knew it, and faced it because he had a good deal at stake. He did not consider, however, that it was necessary to tell Bland just how great a risk he was taking. He had not even considered it necessary to telephone the Rolling R and tell Sudden what it was he meant to do. Time enough afterwards--if he succeeded in doing it.
He was anxious about the gas, and about water, but he did not say anything about his anxiety. He made sure that the tank would not hold another pint of gas, and he was careful not to forget the canteens.
Then, when he had taken every precaution possible for their welfare, he climbed into his place and told Bland to start the motor. He was taking precautions with Bland, also.
"We fly south," he yelled, when Bland climbed into the front seat. "Make it southeast for ten miles or so--and then swing south. I"ll tap you on the shoulder when I want you to turn. Whichever shoulder I tap, turn that way. Middle of your back, go straight ahead; two taps will mean fly low; three taps, land. You got that?"
Bland, pulling down his cap and adjusting his goggles, nodded. He drew on his gloves and slid down into the seat--alert, efficient, the Bland Halliday which the general public knew and admired without a thought for his personal traits.
"About how high?" he leaned back to ask. "High enough so the hum won"t be noticed on the ground? Or do you want to fly lower?"
"Top of your head means high, and on the neck, low," Johnny promptly finished his code. Having thus made a code keyboard of Bland"s person, he settled himself with his guns beside him.
Bland eased on the power, glancing unconsciously to the right and left ailerons, as he always did when he started.
The buzz of the motor grew louder and louder, the big plane quivered, started down the barren strip toward the reddening east, skimmed lighter and lighter the ground, rose straight and true, and went whirring away into the barbaric splendor of the dawn.
CHAPTER TWENTY
MEN ARE STUPID
Into that same dawn light filed the riders of the Rolling R, driving before them a small _remuda_. Behind them clucked the loaded chuck wagon, the leathery-faced cook braced upon the front seat, his booted feet far spread upon the scarred dashboard, his arms swaying stiffly to the pull of the four-horse team. Behind him still came the hoodlum wagon with its water barrels joggling sloppily behind the seat. Little Curley drove that, and little Curley"s face was sober. It had been whispered in the bunk house that Skyrider was deep in disgrace, and Curley was worried.
On the porch of the bungalow Sudden stood with his morning cigar unlighted in his fingers, watching the little cavaleade swing past to the gate. He waved his cigar beckoningly to Bill Hayden, turned his head to shake it at something Mary V had said from the doorway, and waited for Bill to ride close.
Mary V, camouflaged in her blue negligee worn over her riding clothes, came out and stood insistently, her two hands clasped around Sudden"s unwilling arm.
"No, sir, dad, I"m not going back to bed. I"m going to say every little thing I want to say, and you and Bill have both got to listen. Get off that horse, Bill. He makes me nervous, dancing around like that. Heaven knows I"m just about raving distracted, as it is. Dad, give Bill that cigar so he won"t look quite so disagreeable."
Bill looked inquiringly at Sudden. It did not seem to him that even so spoiled an offspring as Mary V should be permitted to delay him now, when minutes counted for a good deal. He wished briefly that Mary V belonged to him; Bill mistakenly believed that he would know how to handle her.
Still, he took the cigar which Sudden obediently surrendered, and he got down off his horse and stood with one spurred foot lifted to the second step of the porch while he felt in his pocket for a match.
"Well, now, Bill"s in a hurry, Mary V. We haven"t got time--"
"You"d better take time, then! What"s the use of Bill going off to Sinkhole unless he listens to me first? Do you think, for gracious sake, I"ve been riding around all over the country with my eyes shut? Or do I look nearsighted, or _what_? What do you suppose I laid awake all night for, piecing things that I know together, if you"re not going to pay attention? Do you think, for gracious sake--"
"There, now, we don"t want to get all excited, Mary V. Sit down here and stop for-gracious-saking, and tell dad and Bill what it is you"ve seen.
If it"s anything that"ll help run down them horse thieves, you"ll get that Norman car, kitten, if I have to p.a.w.n my watch." Sudden gave Bill a lightened look of hope, and pulled Mary V down beside him on the striped porch swing. Then he snorted at something he saw. "What"s the riding breeches and boots for? Didn"t I tell you--"
"Well, Bill"s going to lend me Jake, and I"ll be in a hurry."
"Like h--" Bill began explosively, and stopped himself in time.
"Just like that," Mary V told him calmly. "Dad, if Bill doesn"t let me ride Jake, I don"t believe I can remember some things I saw down on Sinkhole range--through the field gla.s.ses, from Snake Ridge. I shall feel so badly I"ll just have to go into my room, and lock the door and cry--all--day--long!" To prove it, Mary V"s lips began to quiver and droop at the corners. To prepare for the deluge, Mary V got out her handkerchief.
Bill looked unhappy. "That horse ain"t safe for yuh to ride," he temporized. "He"s liable to run away and kill yuh. He--"
"I"ve ridden him twice, and he didn"t," Mary V stopped quivering her lips long enough to retort. "I don"t see why people want to be so mean to me, when I am trying my best to help about those horse thieves, and when I know things no other person on this ranch suspects, and if they did, they would simply be stunned at knowing there is a thief on their own pay roll. And when I just want Jake so I can hel-lp--and Tango is getting so lazy I simply _can"t_ get anywhere with him in a month--" Mary V did it.
She actually was crying real tears, that slipped down her cheeks and made little dark spots on her blue kimono.
Bill Hayden looked at Sudden with hara.s.sed eyes. Sudden looked at Bill, and smoothed Mary V"s hair--figuratively speaking; in reality he drew his fingers over a silk-and-lace cap.
"H--well, it"s up to your dad. You can ride Jake if he"s willin" to take the chance of you getting your neck broke. I sh.o.r.e won"t be responsible."
Bill looked more unhappy than ever, not at all as though he gloried in his martyrdom to the Rolling R.