"I am beyond your threats," he said, now with calmness. "I can"t marry you to a woman who already has a husband.... But I don"t see that husband here."
"You don"t see that husband here!" echoed the bewildered Kells. He stared with open mouth. "Say, have you got a screw loose?"
The preacher, in his swift glance, had apparently not observed the half-hidden Cleve. Certainly it appeared now that he would have no attention for any other than Kells. The bandit was a study. His astonishment was terrific and held him like a chain. Suddenly he lurched.
"What did you say?" he roared, his face flaming.
"I can"t marry you to a woman who already has a husband."
Swift as light the red flashed out of Kells"s face. "Did you ever see her before?" he asked.
"Yes," replied the preacher.
"Where and when?"
"Here--at the back of this cabin--a few nights ago."
It hurt Joan to look at Kells now, yet he seemed wonderful to behold.
She felt as guilty as if she had really been false to him. Her heart labored high in her breast. This was the climax--the moment of catastrophe. Another word and Jim Cleve would be facing Kells. The blood pressure in Joan"s throat almost strangled her.
"At the back of this cabin!... At her window?"
"Yes."
"What were you there for?"
"In my capacity as minister. I was summoned to marry her."
"To marry her?" gasped Kells.
"Yes. She is Joan Randle, from Hoadley, Idaho. She is over eighteen. I understood she was detained here against her will. She loved an honest young miner of the camp. He brought me up here one night. And I married them."
"YOU--MARRIED--THEM!"
"Yes."
Kells was slow in a.s.similating the truth and his action corresponded with his mind. Slowly his hand moved toward his gun. He drew it, threw it aloft. And then all the terrible evil in the man flamed forth. But as he deliberately drew down on the preacher Blicky leaped forward and knocked up the gun. Flash and report followed; the discharge went into the roof. Blicky grasped Kells"s arm and threw his weight upon it to keep it down.
"I fetched thet parson here," he yelled, "an you ain"t a-goin" to kill him!... Help, Jesse!... He"s crazy! He"ll do it!"
Jesse Smith ran to Blicky"s aid and tore the gun out of Kells"s hand.
Jim Cleve grasped the preacher by the shoulders and, whirling him around, sent him flying out of the door.
"Run for your life!" he shouted.
Blicky and Jesse Smith were trying to hold the lunging Kells.
"Jim, you block the door," called Jesse. "Bate, you grab any loose guns an" knives.... Now, boss, rant an" be d.a.m.ned!"
They released Kells and backed away, leaving him the room. Joan"s limbs seemed unable to execute her will.
"Joan! It"s true," he exclaimed, with whistling breath.
"Yes."
"WHO?" he bellowed.
"I"ll never tell."
He reached for her with hands like claws, as if he meant to tear her, rend her. Joan was helpless, weak, terrified. Those shaking, clutching hands reached for her throat and yet never closed round it. Kells wanted to kill her, but he could not. He loomed over her, dark, speechless, locked in his paroxysm of rage. Perhaps then came a realization of ruin through her. He hated her because he loved her. He wanted to kill her because of that hate, yet he could not harm her, even hurt her. And his soul seemed in conflict with two giants--the evil in him that was hate, and the love that was good. Suddenly he flung her aside. She stumbled over Pearce"s body, almost falling, and staggered back to the wall.
Kells had the center of the room to himself. Like a mad steer in a corral he gazed about, stupidly seeking some way to escape. But the escape Kells longed for was from himself. Then either he let himself go or was unable longer to control his rage. He began to plunge around. His actions were violent, random, half insane. He seemed to want to destroy himself and everything. But the weapons were guarded by his men and the room contained little he could smash. There was something magnificent in his fury, yet childish and absurd. Even under its influence and his abandonment he showed a consciousness of its futility. In a few moments the inside of the cabin was in disorder and Kells seemed a disheveled, sweating, panting wretch. The rapidity and violence of his action, coupled with his fury, soon exhausted him. He fell from plunging here and there to pacing the floor. And even the dignity of pa.s.sion pa.s.sed from him. He looked a hopeless, beaten, stricken man, conscious of defeat.
Jesse Smith approached the bandit leader. "Jack, here"s your gun," he said. "I only took it because you was out of your head.... An" listen, boss. There"s a few of us left."
That was Smith"s expression of fidelity, and Kells received it with a pallid, grateful smile.
"Bate, you an" Jim clean up this mess," went on Smith. "An", Blicky, come here an" help me with Pearce. We"ll have to plant him."
The stir begun by the men was broken by a sharp exclamation from Cleve.
"Kells, here comes Gulden--Beady Jones, Williams, Beard!"
The bandit raised his head and paced back to where he could look out.
Bate Wood made a violent and significant gesture. "Somethin" wrong," he said, hurriedly. "An" it"s more"n to do with Gul!... Look down the road.
See thet gang. All excited an" wavin" hands an" runnin". But they"re goin" down into camp."
Jesse Smith turned a gray face toward Kells. "Boss, there"s h.e.l.l to pay!
I"ve seen THET kind of excitement before."
Kells thrust the men aside and looked out. He seemed to draw upon a reserve strength, for he grew composed even while he gazed. "Jim, get in the other room," he ordered, sharply. "Joan--you go, too. Keep still."
Joan hurried to comply. Jim entered after her and closed the door.
Instinctively they clasped hands, drew close together.
"Jim, what does it mean?" she whispered, fearfully. "Gulden!"
"He must be looking for me," replied Jim. "But there"s more doing. Did you see that crowd down the road?"
"No. I couldn"t see out."
"Listen."
Heavy tramp boots sounded without. Silently Joan led Jim to the crack between the boards through which she had spied upon the bandits. Jim peeped through, and Joan saw his hand go to his gun. Then she looked.
Gulden was being crowded into the cabin by fierce, bulging-jawed men who meant some kind of dark business. The strangest thing about that entrance was its silence. In a moment they were inside, confronting Kells with his little group. Beard, Jones, Williams, former faithful allies of Kells, showed a malignant opposition. And the huge Gulden resembled an enraged gorilla. For an instant his great, pale, cavernous eyes glared. He had one hand under his coat and his position had a sinister suggestion. But Kells stood cool and sure. When Gulden moved Kells"s gun was leaping forth. But he withheld his fire, for Gulden had only a heavy round object wrapped in a handkerchief.
"Look there!" he boomed, and he threw the object on the table.