Fay turned to look at him curiously. "We aren"t that much out of the woods," he remarked; "the other gang"ll get in their work, don"t you fret."
"They never will, they never will!" cried the Easterner exultantly.
"They can"t. We"ll locate "em all!" The tears welled over his eyes and ran down his cheeks.
"What do you mean?" asked Fay, beginning to fear the excitement had unsettled his companion"s wits.
"Because they"re there!" cried Bennington, pointing to the mouth of the shaft near which he had been sitting. "Davidson, Slayton, Arthur--they"re all there, and they can"t get away! I didn"t know what else to do. I had to do something!"
Fay cast an understanding glance at the young man"s rifle, and sprang to the entrance of the shaft. As though in direct corroboration of his speech, Fay could perceive, just emerging from the shadow, the sinister figure of the man Arthur creeping cautiously up the ladder, evidently encouraged to an attempt to escape by the sound of the conversation above. The Westerner s.n.a.t.c.hed his pistol from his holster and presented it down the shaft.
"Kindly return!" he commanded in a soft voice. The upward motion of the dim figure ceased, and in a moment it had faded from view in the descent. Fay waited a moment. "In five minutes," he announced in louder tones, "I"m going to let loose this six-shooter down that shaft. I should advise you gentlemen to retire to the tunnel." He peered down again intently. A sudden clatter and thud behind him startled him. He looked around. Bennington had fallen at full length across the stones, and his rifle, falling, had clashed against the broken ore.
Fay, with a slight shrug of contempt at such womanish weakness, ran to his a.s.sistance. He straightened the Easterner out and placed his folded coat under his head. "He"ll come around in a minute," he muttered. He glanced toward the gulch and then back to the shaft. "Can"t leave that lay-out," he went on. He bent over the prostrate figure and began to loosen the band of his shirt. Something about the boy"s clothing attracted his attention, so, drawing his knife, he deftly and gently ripped away the coat and shirt. Then he arose softly to his feet and bared his head.
"I apologize to you," said he, addressing the rec.u.mbent form; "you are game."
In the fleshy part of the naked shoulder was a small round hole, clotted and smeared with blood.
Jim Fay stooped and examined the wound closely. The bullet had entered near the point of the shoulder, but a little below, so that it had merely cut a secant through the curve of the muscle. If it had struck a quarter of an inch to the left it would have gouged a furrow; a quarter of an inch beyond that would have caused it to miss entirely. Fay saw that the hurt itself was slight, and that the Easterner had fainted more because of loss of blood than from the shock. This determined to his satisfaction, he moved quickly to the mouth of the shaft. "Way below!" he cried in a sharp voice, and discharged his revolver twice down the opening. Then he stole noiselessly away, and ran at speed to the kitchen of the shack, whence he immediately returned with a pail of water and a number of towels. He set these down, and again peered down the shaft. "Way below!" he repeated, and dropped down a sizable chunk of ore. Apparently satisfied that the prisoners were well warned, he gave his whole attention to his patient.
He washed the wound carefully. Then he made a compress of one of the towels, and bound it with the other two. Looking up, he discovered Bennington watching him intently.
"It"s all right!" he a.s.sured the latter in answer to the question in his eyes. "Nothing but a scratch. Lie still a minute till I get this fastened, and you can sit up and watch the rat hole while I get you some clothes."
In another moment or so the young man was propped up against an empty ore "bucket," his shoulder bound, and his hand slung comfortably in a sling from his neck.
"There you are," said Jim cheerily. "Now you take my six-shooter and watch that aggregation till I get back. They won"t come out any, but you may as well be sure."
He handed Bennington his revolver, and moved off in the direction of the cabin, whistling cheerfully. The young man looked after him thoughtfully. Nothing could have been more considerate than the Westerner"s manner, nothing could have been kinder than his prompt action--Bennington saw that his pony, now cropping the brush near at hand, was black with sweat--nothing could have been more straightforward than his a.s.sistance in the matter of the claims. And yet Bennington de Laney was not satisfied. He felt he owed the sudden change of front to a word spoken in his behalf by the girl. This was a strange influence she possessed, thus to alter a man"s att.i.tude entirely by the mere voicing of a wish.
The Westerner returned carrying a loose shirt and a coat, which he drew entire over the injured shoulder, which left one sleeve empty.
"I guess that fixes you," said he with satisfaction.
"Look here," put in Bennington suddenly, "you"ve been mighty good to me in all this. If you hadn"t come along as you did, these fellows would have nabbed me sooner or later, and probably I"d have lost the claims any way. I feel I owe you a lot. But I want you to know before you go any further that that don"t square us. You"ve had it in for me ever since I came out here, and you"ve made it mighty unpleasant for me. I can"t forget that all at once. I want to tell you plainly that, although I am grateful enough, I know just why you have done all this.
It is because _she_ asked you to. And knowing that, I can"t accept what you do for me as from a friend, for I don"t feel friendly toward you in the least." His face flushed painfully. "I"m not trying to insult you or be boorish," he said; "I just want you to understand how I feel about it. And now that you know, I suppose you"d better let the matter go, although I"m much obliged to you for fixing me up."
He glanced at his shoulder.
Fay listened to this speech quietly and with patience. "What do you intend to do?" he asked, when the other had quite finished.
"I don"t know yet. If you"ll say nothing down below--and I"m sure you will not--I"ll contrive some way of keeping this procession down the hole, and of feeding them, and then I"ll relocate the claims myself."
"With one arm?"
"Yes, with one arm!" cried Bennington fiercely; "with no arms at all, if need be!" he broke off suddenly, with the New Yorker"s ingrained instinct of repression. "I beg your pardon. I mean I"ll do as well as I can, of course."
"How about the woman--Arthur"s wife? She"ll give you trouble."
"She has locked herself in her cabin already. I will a.s.sist her to continue the imprisonment."
Fay laughed outright. "And you expect, with one arm and wounded, to feed four people, keep them in confinement, and at the same time to relocate eighteen claims lying scattered all over the hills! Well, you"re optimistic, to say the least."
"I"ll do the best I can," repeated Bennington doggedly.
"And you won"t ask help of a friend ready to give it?"
"Not as a friend."
"Well," Fay chuckled, apparently not displeased, "you"re an obstinate young man, or rather a pig-headed young man, but I don"t know as that counts against you. I"ll help you out, anyway--if not as a friend, then as an enemy. You see, I have my marching orders from someone else, and you haven"t anything to do with it."
Bennington bowed coldly, but his immense relief flickered into his face in spite of himself. "What should we do first?" he asked formally.
"Sit here and wait for the kids," responded Jim.
"Who are the kids?"
"Friends of mine--trustworthy."
Jim rearranged Bennington"s coverings and lit a pipe. "Tell us about it," said he.
"There isn"t much to tell. I knew I had to do something, so I just held them up and made them get down the shaft. I didn"t know what I was going to do next, but I was glad to have them out of the way to get time to think."
"Who plugged you?" inquired Fay, motioning with the mouthpiece of his pipe toward the wounded shoulder.
"That was Arthur. He had a little gun in his coat pocket and he shot from inside the pocket. I"d made them drop all the guns they had, I thought."
"Did you take a crack at him then?" asked Fay, interested.
"Oh, no. I just covered him and made him sh.e.l.l out. As a matter of fact I don"t believe any one of them knew I was. .h.i.t."
Fay smoked on in silence, glancing from time to time with satisfaction at the youth opposite. During the pa.s.sage of these events the day had not far advanced. The shadow of Harney had not yet reached out to the edge of the hills.
"Hullo! The kids!" said Fay suddenly.
Two pedestrians emerged from the lower gulch and bent their steps toward the camp. As they came nearer, Bennington, with a gasp of surprise, recognised the Leslies.
The sprightly youths were dressed just alike, in knickerbockers and Norfolk jackets of dark brown plaid, and small college caps to match--an outfit which Bennington had always believed would attract too vivid attention in this country. As they came nearer he saw that the jackets were fitted with pockets of great size. In the pockets were sketch books and bulging articles. They caught sight of the two figures on the ore heap simultaneously.
"Behold our attentive host!" cried Jeems. "He is now in the act of receiving us with all honour!"
Bennington"s face fairly shone with pleasure at the encounter. "Hullo fellows! Hullo there!" he cried out delightedly again and again, and rose slowly to his feet. This disclosed the fact of his injury, and the brothers ran forward, with real sympathy and concern expressed on their lively countenances. There ensued a rapid fire of questions and answers. The Leslies proved to be already familiar with the details of the attempt to jump the claims, and understood at once Fay"s brief account of the present situation, over which they rejoiced in the well-known Leslie fashion. They exploded in genuine admiration of Bennington"s adventure, and praised that young man enthusiastically.
Bennington could feel, even before this, that he stood on a different footing than formerly with these self-reliant young men. They treated him as familiarly as ever, but with a new respect. The truth is, their astuteness in reading character, which is as essentially an attribute of the artistic temperament in black and white as in words and phrases, had shown them already that their old acquaintance had grown from boy to man since last they had met. They knew this even before they learned of its manifestation. So astounding was the change that they gave it credit, perhaps, for being more thorough than it was. After the situation had been made plain, Bennington reverted to the unexpectedness of their appearance.
"But you haven"t told me yet how you happen to be here," he suggested.
"I"d as soon have expected to see Ethel Henry coming up the gulch!"
"Didn"t you get our letters?" cried Bert in astonishment.