He rounded a jutting corner, where view had been shut off, and presently came out upon the rim of a high wall. Beneath, like a green gulf seen through blue haze, lay an amphitheater walled in on the two sides he could see. It lay perhaps a thousand feet below him; and, plain as all the other features of that wild environment, there shone out a big red stone or adobe cabin, white water shining away between great borders, and horses and cattle dotting the levels. It was a peaceful, beautiful scene. Duane could not help grinding his teeth at the thought of rustlers living there in quiet and ease.
Duane worked half-way down to the level, and, well hidden in a niche, he settled himself to watch both trail and valley. He made note of the position of the sun and saw that if anything developed or if he decided to descend any farther there was small likelihood of his getting back to his camp before dark. To try that after nightfall he imagined would be vain effort.
Then he bent his keen eyes downward. The cabin appeared to be a crude structure. Though large in size, it had, of course, been built by outlaws.
There was no garden, no cultivated field, no corral. Excepting for the rude pile of stones and logs plastered together with mud, the valley was as wild, probably, as on the day of discovery. Duane seemed to have been watching for a long time before he saw any sign of man, and this one apparently went to the stream for water and returned to the cabin.
The sun went down behind the wall, and shadows were born in the darker places of the valley. Duane began to want to get closer to that cabin.
What had he taken this arduous climb for? He held back, however, trying to evolve further plans.
While he was pondering the shadows quickly gathered and darkened. If he was to go back to camp he must set out at once. Still he lingered. And suddenly his wide-roving eye caught sight of two hors.e.m.e.n riding up the valley. The must have entered at a point below, round the huge abutment of rock, beyond Duane"s range of sight. Their horses were tired and stopped at the stream for a long drink.
Duane left his perch, took to the steep trail, and descended as fast as he could without making noise. It did not take him long to reach the valley floor. It was almost level, with deep gra.s.s, and here and there clumps of bushes. Twilight was already thick down there. Duane marked the location of the trail, and then began to slip like a shadow through the gra.s.s and from bush to bush. He saw a bright light before he made out the dark outline of the cabin. Then he heard voices, a merry whistle, a coa.r.s.e song, and the clink of iron cooking-utensils. He smelled fragrant wood-smoke. He saw moving dark figures cross the light.
Evidently there was a wide door, or else the fire was out in the open.
Duane swerved to the left, out of direct line with the light, and thus was able to see better. Then he advanced noiselessly but swiftly toward the back of the house. There were trees close to the wall. He would make no noise, and he could scarcely be seen--if only there was no watch-dog!
But all his outlaw days he had taken risks with only his useless life at stake; now, with that changed, he advanced stealthy and bold as an Indian. He reached the cover of the trees, knew he was hidden in their shadows, for at few paces" distance he had been able to see only their tops. From there he slipped up to the house and felt along the wall with his hands.
He came to a little window where light shone through. He peeped in. He saw a room shrouded in shadows, a lamp turned low, a table, chairs. He saw an open door, with bright flare beyond, but could not see the fire. Voices came indistinctly. Without hesitation Duane stole farther along--all the way to the end of the cabin. Peeping round, he saw only the flare of light on bare ground. Retracing his cautious steps, he paused at the crack again, saw that no man was in the room, and then he went on round that end of the cabin. Fortune favored him. There were bushes, an old shed, a wood-pile, all the cover he needed at that corner. He did not even need to crawl.
Before he peered between the rough corner of wall and the bush growing close to it Duane paused a moment. This excitement was different from that he had always felt when pursued. It had no bitterness, no pain, no dread. There was as much danger here, perhaps more, yet it was not the same. Then he looked.
He saw a bright fire, a red-faced man bending over it, whistling, while he handled a steaming pot. Over him was a roofed shed built against the wall, with two open sides and two supporting posts. Duane"s second glance, not so blinded by the sudden bright light, made out other men, three in the shadow, two in the flare, but with backs to him.
"It"s a smoother trail by long odds, but ain"t so short as this one right over the mountain," one outlaw was saying.
"What"s eatin" you, Panhandle?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed another. "Blossom an" me rode from Faraway Springs, where Poggin is with some of the gang."
"Excuse me, Phil. Sh.o.r.e I didn"t see you come in, an" Boldt never said nothin"."
"It took you a long time to get here, but I guess that"s just as well,"
spoke up a smooth, suave voice with a ring in it.
Longstreth"s voice--Cheseldine"s voice!
Here they were--Cheseldine, Phil Knell, Blossom Kane, Panhandle Smith, Boldt--how well Duane remembered the names!--all here, the big men of Cheseldine"s gang, except the biggest--Poggin. Duane had holed them, and his sensations of the moment deadened sight and sound of what was before him. He sank down, controlled himself, silenced a mounting exultation, then from a less-strained position he peered forth again.
The outlaws were waiting for supper. Their conversation might have been that of cowboys in camp, ranchers at a roundup. Duane listened with eager ears, waiting for the business talk that he felt would come. All the time he watched with the eyes of a wolf upon its quarry. Blossom Kane was the lean-limbed messenger who had so angered Fletcher. Boldt was a giant in stature, dark, bearded, silent. Panhandle Smith was the red-faced cook, merry, profane, a short, bow-legged man resembling many rustlers Duane had known, particularly Luke Stevens. And Knell, who sat there, tall, slim, like a boy in build, like a boy in years, with his pale, smooth, expressionless face and his cold, gray eyes. And Longstreth, who leaned against the wall, handsome, with his dark face and beard like an aristocrat, resembled many a rich Louisiana planter Duane had met. The sixth man sat so much in the shadow that he could not be plainly discerned, and, though addressed, his name was not mentioned.
Panhandle Smith carried pots and pans into the cabin, and cheerfully called out: "If you gents air hungry fer grub, don"t look fer me to feed you with a spoon."
The outlaws piled inside, made a great bustle and clatter as they sat to their meal. Like hungry men, they talked little.
Duane waited there awhile, then guardedly got up and crept round to the other side of the cabin. After he became used to the dark again he ventured to steal along the wall to the window and peeped in. The outlaws were in the first room and could not be seen.
Duane waited. The moments dragged endlessly. His heart pounded.
Longstreth entered, turned up the light, and, taking a box of cigars from the table, he carried it out.
"Here, you fellows, go outside and smoke," he said. "Knell, come on in now. Let"s get it over."
He returned, sat down, and lighted a cigar for himself. He put his booted feet on the table.
Duane saw that the room was comfortably, even luxuriously furnished.
There must have been a good trail, he thought, else how could all that stuff have been packed in there. Most a.s.suredly it could not have come over the trail he had traveled. Presently he heard the men go outside, and their voices became indistinct. Then Knell came in and seated himself without any of his chief"s ease. He seemed preoccupied and, as always, cold.
"What"s wrong, Knell? Why didn"t you get here sooner?" queried Longstreth.
"Poggin, d.a.m.n him! We"re on the outs again."
"What for?"
"Aw, he needn"t have got sore. He"s breakin" a new hoss over at Faraway, an you know him where a hoss "s concerned. That kept him, I reckon, more than anythin"."
"What else? Get it out of your system so we can go on to the new job."
"Well, it begins back a ways. I don"t know how long ago--weeks--a stranger rode into Ord an" got down easy-like as if he owned the place.
He seemed familiar to me. But I wasn"t sure. We looked him over, an" I left, tryin" to place him in my mind."
"What"d he look like?"
"Rangy, powerful man, white hair over his temples, still, hard face, eyes like knives. The way he packed his guns, the way he walked an"
stood an" swung his right hand showed me what he was. You can"t fool me on the gun-sharp. An" he had a grand horse, a big black."
"I"ve met your man," said Longstreth.
"No!" exclaimed Knell. It was wonderful to hear surprise expressed by this man that did not in the least show it in his strange physiognomy.
Knell laughed a short, grim, hollow laugh. "Boss, this here big gent drifts into Ord again an" makes up to Jim Fletcher. Jim, you know, is easy led. He likes men. An" when a posse come along trailin" a blind lead, huntin" the wrong way for the man who held up No. 6, why, Jim--he up an" takes this stranger to be the fly road-agent an" cottons to him.
Got money out of him sure. An" that"s what stumps me more. What"s this man"s game? I happen to know, boss, that he couldn"t have held up No.
6."
"How do you know?" demanded Longstreth.
"Because I did the job myself."
A dark and stormy pa.s.sion clouded the chief"s face.
"d.a.m.n you, Knell! You"re incorrigible. You"re unreliable. Another break like that queers you with me. Did you tell Poggin?"
"Yes. That"s one reason we fell out. He raved. I thought he was goin" to kill me."
"Why did you tackle such a risky job without help or plan?"
"It offered, that"s all. An" it was easy. But it was a mistake. I got the country an" the railroad hollerin" for nothin". I just couldn"t help it. You know what idleness means to one of us. You know also that this very life breeds fatality. It"s wrong--that"s why. I was born of good parents, an" I know what"s right. We"re wrong, an" we can"t beat the end, that"s all. An" for my part I don"t care a d.a.m.n when that comes."
"Fine wise talk from you, Knell," said Longstreth, scornfully. "Go on with your story."
"As I said, Jim cottons to the pretender, an" they get chummy. They"re together all the time. You can gamble Jim told all he knew an" then some. A little liquor loosens his tongue. Several of the boys rode over from Ord, an" one of them went to Poggin an" says Jim Fletcher has a new man for the gang. Poggin, you know, is always ready for any new man.
He says if one doesn"t turn out good he can be shut off easy. He rather liked the way this new part of Jim"s was boosted. Jim an" Poggin always. .h.i.t it up together. So until I got on the deal Jim"s pard was already in the gang, without Poggin or you ever seein" him. Then I got to figurin"
hard. Just where had I ever seen that chap? As it turned out, I never had seen him, which accounts for my bein" doubtful. I"d never forget any man I"d seen. I dug up a lot of old papers from my kit an" went over them. Letters, pictures, clippin"s, an" all that. I guess I had a pretty good notion what I was lookin" for an" who I wanted to make sure of. At last I found it. An" I knew my man. But I didn"t spring it on Poggin.