He straightened himself a little when he stood in the entrance and looked about him. There was a gleam of light in the stable now, for a lantern stood upon a manger and revealed by its uncertain glimmer a pile of prairie hay, with a kerosene-can upon it, laid against the logs. Muller was not wholly astonished, but he was looking for more than that, and the next moment he saw a shadowy object apparently loosing the nearest horse"s halter. It was doubtless a merciful deed, but it was to cost the incendiary dear; for when, perhaps warned by some faint sound, he looked up suddenly, he saw a black figure between him and the door.
On the instant he dropped the halter, and the hand that had held it towards his belt; but, as it happened, the horse pinned him against the stall, and his opportunity had pa.s.sed when it moved again. Muller had drawn his right leg back with his knee bent a trifle, and there was a rattle as he brought the long fork down to the charge. Thus, when the man was free the deadly points twinkled in a ray from the lantern within a foot of his breast. It was also unpleasantly evident that a heave of the farmer"s shoulder would bury them in the quivering flesh.
"Hands oop!" a stern voice said.
The man delayed a second. The b.u.t.t of the pistol that would equalize the affair was almost within his grasp, and Muller stood in the light, but he saw an ominous glint in the pale blue eyes and the farmer"s fingers tighten on the haft. There was also a suggestive raising of one shoulder; and his hands went up above his head. Muller advanced the points an inch or two, stiffening his right leg, and smiled grimly. The other man stared straight in front of him with dilated eyes, and a little grey patch growing larger in either cheek.
"Are you going to murder me, you condemned Dutchman?" he said.
"Yes," said Muller tranquilly, "if you der movement make. So! It is done without der trouble when you have der bayonet exercise make."
The points gleamed as they swung forward, and the man gasped; but they stopped at the right second, and Muller, who had hove his burly form a trifle more upright, sank back again, bringing his foot down with a stamp.
The little demonstration was more convincing than an hour of argument.
"Well," said the man hoa.r.s.ely, "I"m corralled. Throw that thing away, and I"ll give you my pistol."
Muller laughed, and then raised his great voice in what was to the other an unknown tongue. "Lotta," he said, "Come quick, and bring the American rifle."
There was silence for perhaps five minutes, and the men watched each other, one white in the face and quivering a little, his adversary impa.s.sive as a statue, but quietly observant. Then there was a patter of hasty footsteps, and the fraulein stood in the lantern light with a flushed, plump face and somewhat scanty dress. She apparently recognized the man, and her colour deepened, but that was the only sign of confusion she showed; and it was evident that the discipline of the fatherland had not been neglected in Muller"s household.
"Lotta," he said in English, "open der little slide. You feel der cartridge? Now, der b.u.t.t to der shoulder, und der eye on der sight, as I have teach you. Der middle of him is der best place. I shout, und you press quite steady."
He spoke with a quiet precision that had its effect; and, whatever the girl felt, she obeyed each command in rotation. There was, however, one danger which the stranger realized, and that was that with an involuntary contraction of the forefinger she might antic.i.p.ate the last one.
"She"ll shoot me before she means to," he said, with a little gasp. "Come and take the condemned pistol."
"Der middle of him!" said Muller tranquilly. "No movement make, you!"
Dropping the fork he moved forward, not in front of the man, but to his side, and whipped the pistol from his belt.
"One turn make," he said. "So! Your hand behind you. Lotta, you will now a halter get."
The girl"s loose bodice rose and fell as she laid down the rifle, but she was swift, and in less than another minute Muller had bound his captive"s hands securely behind his back and cross-lashed them from wrist to elbow.
He inspected the work critically and then nodded, as if contented.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "SHE"LL SHOOT ME BEFORE SHE MEANS TO."--Page 66.]
"Lotta," he said, "put der saddle on der broncho horse. Then in der house you der cordial find, und of it one large spoonful mit der water take. My pipe you bring me also, und then you ride for Mr. Grant."
The girl obeyed him; and when the drumming of horse-hoofs died away Muller sat down in front of his prisoner, who now lay upon a pile of prairie hay, and with his usual slow precision lighted his big meerschaum. The American watched him for a minute or two, and then grew red in the face as a fit of pa.s.sion shook him.
"You condemned Dutchman!" he said.
Muller laughed. "Der combliment," he said, "is nod of much use to-night."
It was an hour later when Grant and several hors.e.m.e.n arrived, and he nodded as he glanced at the prisoner.
"I figured it was you. There"s not another man on the prairie mean enough for this kind of work," he said, pointing to the kerosene-can. "You didn"t even know enough to do it decently, and you"re about the only American who"d have let an old man tie his hands."
The prisoner winced perceptibly. "Well," he said hoa.r.s.ely, glancing towards the hayfork, rifle, and pistol, which still lay at Muller"s feet, "if you"re astonished, look at the blamed Dutchman"s armoury."
"I"ve one thing to ask you," Grant said sternly. "It"s going to pay you to be quite straight with me. Who hired you?"
There was defiance in the incendiary"s eyes, but Grant was right in his surmise that he was resolute only because that of the two fears which oppressed him he preferred to bear the least.
"You can ask till you get sick of it, but you"ll get nothing out of me,"
he said.
"Take him out," said Grant. "Put him on to the led horse. If you"ll come round to my place for breakfast, I"ll be glad to see you, Muller."
"I come," said Muller. "Mit der franc tireur it is finish quicker, but here in der Republic we reverence have for der law."
Grant laughed a little. "Well," he said drily, "I"m not quite sure."
He swung himself to the saddle, swept off his hat to the girl, who stood with the lantern light upon her in the doorway, smiling but flushed, and shook his bridle. Then there was a jingle that was lost in the thud of hoofs, and the men vanished into the shadowy prairie. Half an hour later the homestead was once more dark and silent; but three men sent out by Grant were riding at a reckless gallop across the great dusky levels, and breakfast was not finished when those whom they had summoned reached Fremont ranch.
They were young men for the most part, and Americans, though there were a few who had only just become so among them, and two or three whose grim faces and grey hair told of a long struggle with adversity. They were clad in blue shirts and jean, and the hard brown hands of most betokened a close acquaintance with plough stilt, axe, and bridle, though here and there one had from his appearance evidently lived delicately. All appeared quietly resolute, for they knew that the law which had given them the right to build their homes upon that prairie as yet left them to bear the risks attached to the doing of it. Hitherto, the fact that the great ranchers had made their own laws and enforced them had been ignored or tacitly accepted by the State.
When they were seated, one of the men deputed to question the prisoner, stood up. "You can take it that there"s nothing to be got out of him," he said.
"Still," said another, "we know he is one of Clavering"s boys."
There was a little murmur, for of all the cattle-barons Clavering was the only man who had as yet earned his adversaries" individual dislike. They were prepared to pull down the others because their interests, which they had little difficulty in fancying coincided with those of their country, demanded it; but Clavering, with his graceful insolence, ironical contempt of them, and thinly-veiled pride, was a type of all their democracy anathematized. More than one of them had winced under his soft laugh and lightly spoken jibes, which rankled more than a downright injury.
"The question is what we"re going to do with him," said a third speaker.
Again the low voices murmured, until a man stood up. "There"s one cure for his complaint, and that"s a sure one, but I"m not going to urge it now,"
he said. "Boys, we don"t want to be the first to take up the rifle, and it would make our intentions quite as plain if we dressed him in a coat of tar and rode him round the town. n.o.body would have any use for him after that, and it would be a bigger slap in Clavering"s face than anything else we could do to him."
Some of the men appeared relieved, for it was evident they had no great liking for the sterner alternative; and there was acclamation until Grant rose quietly at the head of the table.
"I"ve got to move a negative," he said. "It would be better if you handed him to the Sheriff."
There was astonishment in most of the faces, and somebody said, "The Sheriff! He"d let him go right off. The cattle-men have got the screw on him."
"Well," said Larry quietly, "he has done his duty so far, and may do it again. I figure we ought to give him the chance."
Exclamations of dissent followed, and a man with a grim, lean face stood up. He spoke tolerable English, but his accent differed from that of the rest.
"The first man put it straight when he told you there was only one cure--the one they found out in France a hundred years ago," he said. "You don"t quite realize it yet. You haven"t lived as we did back there across the sea, and seen your women thrust off the pavement into the gutter to make room for an officer, or been struck with the sword-hilt if you resented an insult before your fellow citizens. Will you take off your hats to the rich men who are trampling on you, you republicans, and, while they leave you the right of speech, beg them to respect your rights and liberties? Do that, and sit still a little, and they"ll fasten the yoke we"ve groaned under on your necks."
"I don"t know that it isn"t eloquent, but it isn"t business," said somebody.
The man laughed sardonically. "That"s where you"re wrong," he said. "I"m trying to show you that if you want your liberties you"ve got to fight for them, and your leader doesn"t seem to know when, by hanging one man, he can save a hundred from misery. It"s not the man who laid the kindling you"re striking at, but, through him, those who employed him. Let them see you"ll take your rights without leave of them. They"ve sent you warning that if you stay here they"ll burn your homesteads down, and they"re waiting your answer. Hang their firebug where everyone can see him, in the middle of the town."
It was evident that the men were wavering. They had come there with the law behind them, but, from their youth up, some following visions that could never be realized, had hated the bureaucrat, and the rest, crippled by the want of dollars, had fought with frost and drought and hail. It was also plain that they felt the capture of the incendiary had given them an opportunity. Then, when a word would have turned the scale, Grant stood up at the head of the table, very resolute in face.
"I still move a negative and an amendment, boys," he said. "First, though that"s not the most important, because I"ve a natural shrinking from butchering an unarmed man. Secondly, it was not the cattle-men who sent him, but one of them, and just because he meant to draw you on it would be the blamedest bad policy to humour him. Would Torrance, or Allonby, or the others, have done this thing? They"re hard men, but they believe they"re right, as we do, and they"re Americans. Now for the third reason: when Clavering meant to burn Muller"s homestead, he struck at me, guessing that some of you would stand behind me. He knew your temper, and he"d have laughed at us as hot-blooded rabble--you know how he can do it--when he"d put us in the wrong. Well, this time we"ll give the law a show."