"The wolf is having me watched. His orders are that I"m not to be allowed to leave camp. I don"t get any chance to see him alone. If you ask me, I think he"s fixing to have me knifed in the dark," Harrison burst out.
"Shouldn"t wonder," agreed the young officer with a pleasant smile. He lived in an atmosphere where such things were not uncommon, and on occasion could take a hand himself.
"Fat lot you care," complained the photoplay actor sullenly. "You wouldn"t lift a hand to save your pardner."
Culvera patted him on the shoulder cheerfully. "What can I do? Do I not live under the shadow myself? Can I tell when the knife will fall on me?
He is without bowels of mercy, this son of a thief. But this I know: if you are watched, you must not stay here. Gabriel will be suspicious lest we are plotting something against him. Good luck, amigo."
The heavyweight took away with him a heavy heart. He had reached the stage where his hand was against that of every man. Culvera he did not trust at all out of his sight beyond the point where the interests of the young Mexican were parallel to his. In the whole camp he had no friend, not even the girl for whom he fought. As for Pasquale, Harrison had told the truth. He believed the general had doomed him. Unless he struck first, he was a lost man. Why had he been fool enough to boast to the old scoundrel what he would do? His temper had robbed him of the chance to kill and then escape.
He pa.s.sed down the street toward the river. A dozen boys and young men sat in the shadow of the adobe wall that fronted the road opposite one of the corrals. It chanced that Harrison dropped his handkerchief at this point and stooped to pick it up.
Thirty minutes later a barefooted youth came down to the river carrying an olla for water. Harrison lay sleeping under a cottonwood that edged the trail. One arm was outstretched so that the closed fist lay almost across the path.
The soldier boy whistled gayly as he walked. Oddly enough, just as he reached the sleeping Gringo, the outflung arm lifted abruptly from the ground for an inch or two. A little package shot four feet up into the air and was caught deftly by the barefoot trooper as it descended.
The lips of Harrison barely moved. "Ride to-night, Enrique. Colonel Farrugia will also reward you well."
"Si, senor," nodded Enrique, and went on his way.
The face of the boy was toward the camp on the return journey. The American was still fast asleep. The lad went whistling past him without any sign of recognition.
Several times during the next hour Harrison took a long pull from a bottle he carried in his coat pocket. After a time he rose and walked heavily down the main street of the village until he came to the house where Captain Holcomb had been put up.
The Texan was sitting on his porch smoking a pipe. Behind him, a few feet away, Cabenza was cleaning a rifle for his new master.
"I wanta talk to you about something, Captain Holcomb," announced the film actor.
The soldier looked at him steadily. "Go to it," he ordered curtly.
"This is private business."
Holcomb did not turn his head or raise his voice. "Pedro, vamos."
The feet of Cabenza could be heard hitting the dust as he vanished around the corner of the house.
Without beating around the bush Harrison came to his subject. He jerked a thumb over his right shoulder.
"It"s that girl up at the house there I want to talk about."
"What about her?"
"He"s got no business keeping her there. She"s a straight girl."
"Is she?"
"Yes, sir. She is."
"Then why did you bring her here?" Holcomb"s question was like the thrust of a sword.
"Because I was a fool."
"Better give things their right names. You were a d.a.m.ned villain."
A dull flush rose to the cheeks of the prizefighter. "All right. Let it go at that. I guess you"re right. What I want to know now is whether you"re going to stand for Pasquale"s play. He"s got one wife already--half a dozen, far as I know. You going to let him put this wedding farce over without a kick?"
"Can I stop it?"
"You can register a roar, can"t you?"
"Would it do any good? Did yours?"
"You"re different. He needs you to drill this ragged bunch of hoboes he calls an army. Pasquale has a lot of respect for you. He talked a lot about you before you came."
"If you want to know, I"ve already spoken to him about it."
"What did he say?"
"Gave me to understand that if I"d attend to my business he"d mind his.
And I"m going to do it," concluded Holcomb with sharp decision.
"You mean you"re going to lie down like a yellow dog and quit, that you"ll let this wolf take that lamb and ruin her life! Is that what you mean?"
Holcomb sat forward in his chair, so that his strong, lean, sunburnt face was as close to the other man as possible. "You talk both like a coward and a fool. You brought the girl here against her will. If Pasquale had been willing to let you force her into a marriage with you, I wouldn"t have heard a squeal out of you. But he b.u.t.ted in. He took her from you. Now you come hollering to me, you quitter. Instead of fighting it out to a finish, you run to me. Talk about yellow curs. Faugh!"
"What can I do?" exploded Harrison in a rage. "He has four men watching her room at night now. Every time I move his cursed spies follow me.
There are two of them over there now. Pasquale won"t even let me see him. He"s aimin" to have me killed, I believe."
"Serve you right," the soldier of fortune flung at him as he rose from his chair. "Killing is none too good for your kind. Pity some one didn"t stamp you out before you brought that little girl down here to this sink of perdition."
Harrison swallowed down his anger. "That"s all right. I"ll stand for it.
If I didn"t believe it myself, you"d have a heluvatime getting away with such talk. But it goes just as you lay it down. I"m a skunk and all the rest of it. Now, listen! I ain"t such a four-flusher as to lay down my hand before I"ve played it out. See! I"m not through with Gabriel Pasquale. Watch my smoke. Him and me hasn"t come to a settlement yet."
"Sounds to me like whiskey talk," answered the Texan scornfully. "Men who do the kind of things you have done don"t have the guts to play out a losing game."
"Some do, some don"t. By your reputation you"re game. All right. Keep your eyes open, captain."
Snarling, the man turned away and walked down the street. Holcomb watched him go. There was something purposeful in the way the heavyweight moved. Perhaps, after all, he would make a fighting finish of it. The captain fervently hoped he would drag old Pasquale down with him before they wiped him off the map. But he knew the betting odds were all the other way.
CHAPTER XXI
A STAGE PREPARED FOR TRAGEDY
Not knowing when his opportunity might come, Harrison kept his horse saddled most of the time. He knew that extra mounted patrols were kept at the ends of the streets and at other points on the mesa surrounding the town, and that he would have to take a chance of being able to run the gauntlet in safety. If luck favored him, he might win past these.