CHAPTER XXV
THE BATTLE IN THE ARROYO
Straight toward that wavering plume of flame in the north they rode swiftly, each man with his own thoughts and with few words. But whether a man thought of Florrie Engle gone or of the shooting of Sheriff Roberts or of the looting of Las Vegas or of a ranch raided, he was like his fellows in that he knew that at last Jim Galloway had come out into the open and that to-night must be Galloway"s triumph or Galloway"s death. And perhaps he wondered if his own saddle would run empty under the stars before another dawn.
Three or four miles from San Juan Norton made out an approaching rider, one who bent over his horse"s mane, racing furiously. The figure, growing rapidly distinct as it drew on from the north, grew erect as the horseman saw Norton"s posse. The rider jerked in his horse, pausing a moment as though in doubt whether he were meeting friend or foe. Then, when again he came on at the same headlong gallop, Norton recognized him. It was Elmer Page.
"They"re fighting back yonder!" cried the boy wildly, his eyes shining with his excitement. "Brocky Lane sent me. . . . I haven"t a rifle, who will give me a rifle? I"ll give a man a hundred dollars for a rifle!"
"Easy, Elmer," said Norton sharply. "Tell us what Brocky sent you to say. Where are they?"
"Along the arroyo just off to the east of Mt. Temple. About a mile from the mountain . . . you know where the biggest boulders are all strung out along the arroyo? It"s there. Brocky and a lot of cowboys are making a stand there, heading off the Kid and del Rio. So they can"t get with the others, you know. . . . Why didn"t somebody tell me about this?" he broke off, his voice shrill. "I haven"t a rifle, just a cursed revolver. Who will ..."
Again Norton interrupted sternly.
"Let"s have it straight, Elmer," he commanded. "Brocky and his men are along the arroyo, you say? And they"re trying to keep between del Rio and the Kid"s crowd and the other crowd? Some of the others are still on the mountain, then?"
"The mountain is full of them. They"re pouring down and shooting as they come; Brocky"s in between. . . ."
"How many men are with him?"
"About twenty. But . . . my G.o.d! Rickard"s men and del Rio"s are shooting from the east and the others are shooting from the west . . .
poor old Tommy Rudge got shot in the stomach and Denny Blain is down and . . ."
"Del Rio and Rickard didn"t come in machines did they?"
"No. Brocky said tell you they"d left their cars, sent them on filled with loot toward the south, where a lot of other Greasers are waiting for them; then the Kid and del Rio and about fifty men altogether started a big herd of horses and cattle this way. Brocky tried to stampede the herds, but the others are more than two to one, so he got his men in the arroyo and they"re giving "em h.e.l.l from there."
"Galloway"s on the other side?"
"No. Brocky said tell you Galloway hadn"t shown up yet. We think he didn"t expect things to get started so soon. One of Brocky"s men riding in a little while ago from the other side of San Juan thought that he had seen Galloway and some one that looked like a girl riding with him toward the old crossroads where the Denbar place used to be.
Brocky thinks maybe you can come in and head Galloway off and bust up the whole play that way."
So Galloway and "some one who looked like a girl" had ridden toward the old Denbar cross-roads. And Galloway had not yet joined his forces.
"Elmer," said Norton quickly, "ride on to San Juan. Tell John Engle what you have told me about Galloway. Tell him . . ."
"I won"t!" cried Elmer, on the verge of hysteria. "I won"t do it. Do it yourself; send some one else. I want to go with you; I want a rifle, I tell you! Didn"t I see Tommy Rudge go down with a bullet in his belly? Didn"t I see Denny when the Kid shot him?"
Norton laid a hand on Elmer"s arm, speaking quietly.
"Listen, Elmer," he said. "We will do what we can where Brocky is.
But that isn"t all of the devilment to-night. Galloway got Florrie away somehow; she was the one riding with him toward the crossroads.
It"s up to you to ride on and ride like the devil and tell John Engle. . . . Come on, boys!"
Elmer sagged in his saddle as though he had been struck a heavy physical blow.
"Galloway got Fluff!" he muttered dully.
His gaze trailed along after the departing posse. Norton on his big roan was setting the pace, the steady swinging gallop to eat up the miles swiftly and yet not kill the horses before the journey"s end.
The others followed him, stringing out single file to take advantage of the trail. The moon picked them out with clear relief, a grim line of retribution. And yet the boy, while his eyes wandered after them, saw only little Fluff struggling in Jim Galloway"s arms. . . .
Then suddenly he, too, was riding, but at a pace which took no heed of a horse"s endurance, riding a gallant brute that stretched out its neck, nostrils flaring, hammering hoofs beating out the very staccato of urgent speed upon the flying sands. Already his revolver was tight clinched in a lifted hand. Already he had swerved a little from the distant lights of San Juan. He was taking the shortest line which led to Denbar"s crossroads.
"Galloway"s got Fluff," he said over and over, choking on the words.
An hour later Norton heard the first spitting of rifles. Another fifteen minutes of shod hoofs pounding through the broken hills and he saw the first spurts of flame cutting through the shadows where the trees clung to the arroyo. As he drew in his horse the men behind him closed up about him. He threw out his arm, pointing.
"Brocky"s boys must be right down there," he said sharply. "The Kid and del Rio will be yonder; those are their horses. Young Page says there are about fifty of them."
A fusillade of rifle-shots interrupted him. Along a fifty or sixty yard front the Kid"s and del Rio"s men had crept in closer to Brocky"s arroyo, worming their way upon their stomachs, and now fired together.
There came a rattling reply from the creek, the shouting of cowboys.
"We"ll take those fellows first," ordered Norton quickly. "They will see us when we climb that little rise. Spread out; go easy until we get to the top. Then, boys, let"s see who can give them h.e.l.l first and fastest."
They looked to their rifles for the last time and rode slowly up the short slope of the low-lying ridge. Then, as the first man topped it, there came a shout from the shadows in front, another shout, and the whizzing of rifle-b.a.l.l.s. Norton used his spurs then; his big roan leaped forward and was racing down the farther slope; his men in a long line rode with him. And as he rode he lifted his own gun and poured his lead into the thickest of the shadows.
A wild shout of cheering broke from the arroyo; rifle-barrels grew hot in hot hands. On through the bright moonlight came the sheriff"s posse, some of them firing as they rode, others saving their lead. To be seen from afar now, they drew many a shot toward themselves. And yet the target of a man riding swiftly over uneven ground and in the moonlight is not to be found overreadily by questing lead. When Norton called to his men to stop and dismount, taking advantage of a row of scattered boulders, not a saddle was empty.
[Ill.u.s.tration: On through the bright moonlight came the sheriff"s posse.]
Every man as he dismounted threw his horsed reins to the ground; the animals might bolt or they might not, some of them might not stop for many a mile, others would be found a hundred yards away. But they must all think less of that now than of what lay in front of them.
"That you, Norton?" came a cheery voice booming suddenly through the silence which had shut down as the newcomers disappeared among the boulders.
"Here, Brocky!" shouted Norton. "All right down there?"
"Pretty well," called Brocky. "They"ve winged three or four of us . . . they"re d.a.m.ned rotten shots, Roddy. We"ve popped over a dozen of them."
There were other shouts then, tenor Mexican voices for the most part with the Kid"s unmistakable snarl running through them. Men were calling in Spanish to their fellows across the arroyo. Whatever it was that Brocky was trying to say was lost in the din. And then again came a volley of rifle-shots.
Norton rose slowly to his feet, studying the situation with frowning eyes. A bullet hissed high overhead, another cut by his side, another went shrieking off into the night. But while they whined in his ears he laid his rude plans.
The arroyo wound and twisted this way and that through the broken uplands. Where Brocky Lane had placed his men so as to defy the union of the two bands of outlaws it described a wide rude arc curving about the spur from Mt. Temple. Here the cowboys, with some twenty or thirty feet separating each man from his nearest fellow, were extended along a line which must be about two hundred yards long. The Mexicans to the eastward, where del Rio and Kid Rickard and Moraga were, were bunched in the protecting shadows of a field of boulders such as those where the sheriff"s men lay.
"We could stick here all night and get nothing done," said Norton to the men close to him. "Rickard"s gang could have charged down on Brocky long ago if they"d had the stomach for that sort of thing.
They"ve got the numbers on us; they more than had the count on Brocky"s outfit; with those jaspers on the mountainside they could have turned the trick. But that sort hasn"t the desire for a sc.r.a.p unless they can pull it from behind a rock. And, by the same token, they won"t last five minutes in the face of a charge. Get me?"
"But the ginks on the mountain will pick us off pretty lively as we hit the trail down the slope here," said a thoughtful voice.
Then Norton explained further. He meant to eliminate the other crowd; it could be done. When he gave the word every man was to jump to his feet and make the first half of his charge the bloodless one down into the arroyo toward Brocky Lane. Then, Norton"s men and Brocky"s united, they could surge up the creek"s banks and make their flying attack, coming in between the two other factions so that the men on the mountain must hold their fire or kill as many of their own crowd as of the others.
The suggestion was accepted without discussion. When Norton said "Ready," they were ready; when he jumped to his feet and ran down toward the arroyo, they ran with him. A shout of laughter went up from each side of the dry water-course as jeering voices announced triumphantly that the Gringoes were afraid. And with the shouts came rifle-shots.
But to the last man of them they reached the arroyo safely, and ducking low, trotted on to join the cowboys. In a moment more Norton had found Brocky Lane, had explained his plan, had had Brocky"s silent nod for an answer. In quiet voices the men pa.s.sed the word along the line. Those from the farther end drew in closer so that their whole body of something better than thirty men occupied but a brief section of the arroyo.
"Get your wind first, boys," Norton admonished them. "Better fill your clips, too, while you"ve got the chance. And count on using a six gun before you"re through. All right? Let"s show "em the sort of a sc.r.a.p a Gringo _can_ put up."