"Jim, you saved me the job," continued the outlaw leader. "An" I"m much obliged.... Fellars, search Riggs an" we"ll divvy.... Thet all right, Jim?"
"Sh.o.r.e, an" you can have my share."
They found bank-notes in the man"s pocket and considerable gold worn in a money-belt around his waist. Shady Jones appropriated his boots, and Moze his gun. Then they left him as he had fallen.
"Jim, you"ll have to track them lost hosses. Two still missin" an" one of them"s mine," called Anson as Wilson paced to the end of his beat.
The girl heard Anson, for she put her head out of the spruce shelter and called: "Riggs said he"d hid two of the horses. They must be close. He came that way."
"Howdy, kid! Thet"s good news," replied Anson. His spirits were rising.
"He must hev wanted you to slope with him?"
"Yes. I wouldn"t go."
"An" then he hit you?"
"Yes."
"Wal, recallin" your talk of yestiddy, I can"t see as Mister Riggs lasted much longer hyar than he"d hev lasted in Texas. We"ve some of thet great country right in our outfit."
The girl withdrew her white face.
"It"s break camp, boys," was the leader"s order. "A couple of you look up them hosses. They"ll be hid in some thick spruces. The rest of us "ll pack."
Soon the gang was on the move, heading toward the height of land, and swerving from it only to find soft and gra.s.sy ground that would not leave any tracks.
They did not travel more than a dozen miles during the afternoon, but they climbed bench after bench until they reached the timbered plateau that stretched in sheer black slope up to the peaks. Here rose the great and gloomy forest of firs and pines, with the spruce overshadowed and thinned out. The last hour of travel was tedious and toilsome, a zigzag, winding, breaking, climbing hunt for the kind of camp-site suited to Anson"s fancy. He seemed to be growing strangely irrational about selecting places to camp. At last, for no reason that could have been manifest to a good woodsman, he chose a gloomy bowl in the center of the densest forest that had been traversed. The opening, if such it could have been called, was not a park or even a glade. A dark cliff, with strange holes, rose to one side, but not so high as the lofty pines that brushed it. Along its base babbled a brook, running over such formation of rock that from different points near at hand it gave forth different sounds, some singing, others melodious, and one at least of a hollow, weird, deep sound, not loud, but strangely penetrating.
"Sure spooky I say," observed Shady, sentiently.
The little uplift of mood, coincident with the rifling of Riggs"s person, had not worn over to this evening camp. What talk the outlaws indulged in was necessary and conducted in low tones. The place enjoined silence.
Wilson performed for the girl very much the same service as he had the night before. Only he advised her not to starve herself; she must eat to keep up her strength. She complied at the expense of considerable effort.
As it had been a back-breaking day, in which all of them, except the girl, had climbed miles on foot, they did not linger awake long enough after supper to learn what a wild, weird, and pitch-black spot the outlaw leader had chosen. The little s.p.a.ces of open ground between the huge-trunked pine-trees had no counterpart up in the lofty spreading foliage. Not a star could blink a wan ray of light into that Stygian pit. The wind, cutting down over abrupt heights farther up, sang in the pine-needles as if they were strings vibrant with chords. Dismal creaks were audible. They were the forest sounds of branch or tree rubbing one another, but which needed the corrective medium of daylight to convince any human that they were other than ghostly. Then, despite the wind and despite the changing murmur of the brook, there seemed to be a silence insulating them, as deep and impenetrable as the darkness.
But the outlaws, who were fugitives now, slept the sleep of the weary, and heard nothing. They awoke with the sun, when the forest seemed smoky in a golden gloom, when light and bird and squirrel proclaimed the day.
The horses had not strayed out of this basin during the night, a circ.u.mstance that Anson was not slow to appreciate.
"It ain"t no cheerful camp, but I never seen a safer place to hole up in," he remarked to Wilson.
"Wal, yes--if any place is safe," replied that ally, dubiously.
"We can watch our back tracks. There ain"t any other way to git in hyar thet I see."
"Snake, we was tolerable fair sheep-rustlers, but we"re no good woodsmen."
Anson grumbled his disdain of this comrade who had once been his mainstay. Then he sent Burt out to hunt fresh meat and engaged his other men at cards. As they now had the means to gamble, they at once became absorbed. Wilson smoked and divided his thoughtful gaze between the gamblers and the drooping figure of the girl. The morning air was keen, and she, evidently not caring to be near her captors beside the camp-fire, had sought the only sunny spot in this gloomy dell. A couple of hours pa.s.sed; the sun climbed high; the air grew warmer. Once the outlaw leader raised his head to scan the heavy-timbered slopes that inclosed the camp.
"Jim, them hosses are strayin" off," he observed.
Wilson leisurely rose and stalked off across the small, open patches, in the direction of the horses. They had grazed around from the right toward the outlet of the brook. Here headed a ravine, dense and green.
Two of the horses had gone down. Wilson evidently heard them, though they were not in sight, and he circled somewhat so as to get ahead of them and drive them back. The invisible brook ran down over the rocks with murmur and babble. He halted with instinctive action. He listened.
Forest sounds, soft, lulling, came on the warm, pine-scented breeze. It would have taken no keen ear to hear soft and rapid padded footfalls.
He moved on cautiously and turned into a little open, mossy spot, brown-matted and odorous, full of ferns and bluebells. In the middle of this, deep in the moss, he espied a huge round track of a cougar.
He bent over it. Suddenly he stiffened, then straightened guardedly. At that instant he received a hard prod in the back. Throwing up his hands, he stood still, then slowly turned. A tall hunter in gray buckskin, gray-eyed and square-jawed, had him covered with a c.o.c.ked rifle. And beside this hunter stood a monster cougar, snarling and blinking.
CHAPTER XXII
"Howdy, Dale," drawled Wilson. "Reckon you"re a little previous on me."
"Sssssh! Not so loud," said the hunter, in low voice. "You"re Jim Wilson?"
"Sh.o.r.e am. Say, Dale, you showed up soon. Or did you jest happen to run acrost us?"
"I"ve trailed you. Wilson, I"m after the girl."
"I knowed thet when I seen you!"
The cougar seemed actuated by the threatening position of his master, and he opened his mouth, showing great yellow fangs, and spat at Wilson.
The outlaw apparently had no fear of Dale or the c.o.c.ked rifle, but that huge, snarling cat occasioned him uneasiness.
"Wilson, I"ve heard you spoken of as a white outlaw," said Dale.
"Mebbe I am. But sh.o.r.e I"ll be a scared one in a minit. Dale, he"s goin"
to jump me!"
"The cougar won"t jump you unless I make him. Wilson, if I let you go will you get the girl for me?"
"Wal, lemme see. Supposin" I refuse?" queried Wilson, shrewdly.
"Then, one way or another, it"s all up with you."
"Reckon I "ain"t got much choice. Yes, I"ll do it. But, Dale, are you goin" to take my word for thet an" let me go back to Anson?"
"Yes, I am. You"re no fool. An" I believe you"re square. I"ve got Anson and his gang corralled. You can"t slip me--not in these woods. I could run off your horses--pick you off one by one--or turn the cougar loose on you at night."
"Sh.o.r.e. It"s your game. Anson dealt himself this hand.... Between you an" me, Dale, I never liked the deal."
"Who shot Riggs?... I found his body."
"Wal, yours truly was around when thet come off," replied Wilson, with an involuntary little shudder. Some thought made him sick.
"The girl? Is she safe--unharmed?" queried Dale, hurriedly.