TOUCH AND GO
The John DeWitt who helped break camp after finding Rhoda"s scarf was a different man from the half-crazed person of the three days previous.
He had begun to hope. Somehow that white scarf with Rhoda"s perfume clinging to it was a living thing to him, a living, pulsing promise that Rhoda was helping him to find her. Now, while Jack and Billy were feverishly eager, he was cool and clear-headed, leaving the leadership to Billy still, yet doing more than his share of the work in preparing for the hard night ahead of them. The horses were well watered, their own canteens were filled and saturated and food so prepared that it could be eaten from the saddle.
"For," said Porter, "when we do hit the little girl"s trail, starvation or thirst or high h.e.l.l ain"t goin" to stop us!"
It was mid-afternoon when they started down the mountainside. There was no trail and going was painful but the men moved with the care of desperation. Once in the canon they moved slowly along the wall and some two miles from where the scarf had been found, they discovered a fault where climbing was possible. It was nearing sundown when they reached a wide ledge where the way was easy. Porter led the way back over this to the spot below which fluttered a white paper to mark the place where the scarf had been found. The ledge deepened here to make room for a tiny, bubbling spring. Giant boulders were scattered across the rocky floor.
The three men dismounted. The ledge gave no trace of human occupancy and yet Porter and Jack nodded at each other.
"Here was his camp, all right. Water, and no one could come within a mile of him without his being seen."
"He"s still covering his traces carefully," said Jack.
"Not so very," answered Porter. "He"s banking a whole lot on our stupidity, but Miss Tuttle beat him to it with her scarf."
The three men treated the ledge to a microscopic examination but they found no trace of previous occupation until Billy knelt and put his nose against a black outcropping of stone in the wall. Then he gave a satisfied grunt.
"Come here, Jack, and take a sniff."
Jack knelt obediently and cried excitedly:
"It smells of smoke, by Jove! Don"t it, John, old scout!"
"They knew smoke wouldn"t show against a black outcrop, but they didn"t bank on my nose!" said Billy complacently. "Come ahead, boys."
A short distance from the spring they found a trail which led back up the mountain, and as dusk came on they followed its dizzy turns until darkness forced them to halt and wait until the moon rose. By its light they moved up into a pinon forest.
"Let"s wait here until daylight," suggested Jack. "It"s a good place for a camp."
"No, it"s too near the ledge," objected Billy. "Of course we are working on faith mostly. I"m no Sherlock Holmes. We"ll keep to the backbone of this range for a while. It"s the wildest spot in New Mexico. Kut-le will avoid the railroad over by the next range."
So Billy led his little band steadfastly southward. At dawn they met a Mexican shepherd herding his sheep in a gra.s.sy canon. Jack Newman called to him eagerly and the Mexican as eagerly answered. A visitor was worth a month"s pay to the lonely fellow. The red of dawn was painting the fleecy backs of his charges as the tired Americans rode into his little camp.
"Seen anything of an Injun running away with a white girl?" asked Billy without preliminaries.
The Mexican"s jaw dropped.
"_Sacra Maria_!" he gasped. "Not I! Who is she?"
"Listen!" broke in Jack. "You be on the watch. An educated Indian has stolen a young lady who was visiting my wife. I own the Newman ranch.
That Indian Cartwell it was, three days ago."
John DeWitt interrupted.
"If you can catch that Indian, if you can give us a clue to him, you needn"t herd sheep any more. Lord, man, speak up! Don"t stand there like a chump!"
"But, senors!" stammered the poor fellow to whom this sudden torrent of conversation was as overwhelming as a cloudburst. "But I have not seen--"
Billy Porter spoke again.
"Hold up, boys! We are scaring the poor devil to death. Friend pastor," he said, "we"ll have breakfast here with you, if you don"t object, and tell you our troubles."
The shepherd glowed with hospitality.
"Yonder is good water and I have tortillas and frijoles."
Unshaven and dirty, gaunt from lack of sleep, the three men dismounted wearily and gladly turned their coffee and bacon over to the herder to whom the mere odor of either was worth any amount of service. As they ate, Jack and Billy quizzed the Mexican as to the topography of the surrounding country. The little herder was a canny chap.
"He will not try to cover his trail carefully now," he said, swallowing huge slabs of bacon. "He has a good start. You will have to fool him.
He sleeps by day and travels by night, you will see. You are working too hard and your horses will be dead. You should have slept last night. Now you will lose today because you must rest your horses."
Porter looked at his two companions. Jack was doing fairly well, but the calm that DeWitt had found with Rhoda"s scarf had deserted him. He was eating scarcely anything and stared impatiently at the fire, waiting for the start.
"I"m a blamed double-action jacka.s.s, with a peanut for a mind!"
exclaimed Porter. "Taking on myself to lead this hunt when I don"t _sabe_ frijoles! We take a sleep now."
DeWitt jumped to his feet, expostulating, but Jack and Billy laid a hand on either of his shoulders and forced him to lie down on his blanket. There nature claimed her own and in a short time the poor fellow was in the slumber of exhaustion.
"Poor old chap!" said Jack as he spread his own blanket. "I can"t help thinking all the time "What if it were Katherine!" Dear old Rhoda!
Why, Billy, we used to play together as kids! She"s slapped my face, many a time!"
"Probably you deserved it!" answered Billy in an uncertain voice. "By the limping piper! I"m glad I ain"t her financier. I"m most crazy, as it is!"
The sheep herder woke the sleepers at noon. After a bath at the spring, and dinner, the trio felt as if reborn. They left the herder with minute directions as to what he was to do in case he heard of Rhoda. Then they rode out of the canon into the burning desert.
And now for several days they lost all clues. They beat up and down the ranges like tired hunting-dogs, all their efforts fruitless.
Little by little, panic and excitement left them. Even DeWitt realized that the hunt was to be a long and serious one as Porter told of the fearful chases the Apaches had led the whites, time and again. He began to realize that to keep alive in the terrible region through which the hunt was set he must help the others to conserve their own and his energies. To this end they ate and slept as regularly as they could.
Occasionally they met other parties of searchers, but this was only when they beat to the eastward toward the ranch, for most of the searchers were now convinced that Kut-le had made toward Mexico and they were patrolling the border. But Billy insisted that Kut-le was making for some eerie that he knew and would ensconce himself there for months, if need be, till the search was given up. Then and then only would he make for Mexico. And John DeWitt and Jack had come to agree with Billy.
"He"ll keep her up in some haunt of his," said Jack, again and again, "until he"s worn her into consenting to marry him. And before that happens, if I know old Rhoda, we"ll find them."
"He"s mine when we do find him, remember that," John DeWitt always said through his teeth at this point in the discussion.
It was on the twelfth day of the hunt that the sheep-herder found them.
They were cinching up the packs after the noon rest when he rode up on a burro. He was dust-coated and both he and the burro were panting.
"I"ve seen her! I"ve seen the senorita!" he shouted as he clambered stiffly from the burro.
The three Americans stood rigid.
"Where? How? When?" came from three heat-cracked mouths.
The Mexican started to answer, but his throat was raw with alkali dust and his voice was scarcely audible. DeWitt impatiently thrust a canteen into the little fellow"s hands.
"Hurry, for heaven"s sake!" he urged.
The Mexican took a deep draught.