"She"s sh.o.r.e jest as safe an" sound as when she was home. Dale, she"s the gamest kid thet ever breathed! Why, no one could hev ever made me believe a girl, a kid like her, could hev the nerve she"s got. Nothin"s happened to her "cept Riggs. .h.i.t her in the mouth.... I killed him for thet.... An", so help me, G.o.d, I believe it"s been workin" in me to save her somehow! Now it"ll not be so hard."
"But how?" demanded Dale.
"Lemme see.... Wal, I"ve got to sneak her out of camp an" meet you.
Thet"s all."
"It must be done quick."
"But, Dale, listen," remonstrated Wilson, earnestly. "Too quick "ll be as bad as too slow. Snake is sore these days, gittin" sorer all the time. He might savvy somethin", if I ain"t careful, an" kill the girl or do her harm. I know these fellars. They"re all ready to go to pieces.
An" sh.o.r.e I must play safe. Sh.o.r.e it"d be safer to have a plan."
Wilson"s shrewd, light eyes gleamed with an idea. He was about to lower one of his upraised hands, evidently to point to the cougar, when he thought better of that.
"Anson"s scared of cougars. Mebbe we can scare him an" the gang so it "d be easy to sneak the girl off. Can you make thet big brute do tricks?
Rush the camp at night an" squall an" chase off the horses?"
"I"ll guarantee to scare Anson out of ten years" growth," replied Dale.
"Sh.o.r.e it"s a go, then," resumed Wilson, as if glad. "I"ll post the girl--give her a hunch to do her part. You sneak up to-night jest before dark. I"ll hev the gang worked up. An" then you put the cougar to his tricks, whatever you want. When the gang gits wild I"ll grab the girl an" pack her off down heah or somewheres aboot an" whistle fer you....
But mebbe thet ain"t so good. If thet cougar comes pilin" into camp he might jump me instead of one of the gang. An" another hunch. He might slope up on me in the dark when I was tryin" to find you. Sh.o.r.e thet ain"t appealin" to me."
"Wilson, this cougar is a pet," replied Dale. "You think he"s dangerous, but he"s not. No more than a kitten. He only looks fierce. He has never been hurt by a person an" he"s never fought anythin" himself but deer an" bear. I can make him trail any scent. But the truth is I couldn"t make him hurt you or anybody. All the same, he can be made to scare the hair off any one who doesn"t know him."
"Sh.o.r.e thet settles me. I"ll be havin" a grand joke while them fellars is scared to death.... Dale, you can depend on me. An" I"m beholdin"
to you fer what "ll square me some with myself.... To-night, an" if it won"t work then, to-morrer night sh.o.r.e!"
Dale lowered the rifle. The big cougar spat again. Wilson dropped his hands and, stepping forward, split the green wall of intersecting spruce branches. Then he turned up the ravine toward the glen. Once there, in sight of his comrades, his action and expression changed.
"Hosses all thar, Jim?" asked Anson, as he picked up, his cards.
"Sh.o.r.e. They act awful queer, them hosses," replied. Wilson. "They"re afraid of somethin"."
"A-huh! Silvertip mebbe," muttered Anson. "Jim, You jest keep watch of them hosses. We"d be done if some tarnal varmint stampeded them."
"Reckon I"m elected to do all the work now," complained Wilson, "while you card-sharps cheat each other. Rustle the hosses--an" water an"
fire-wood. Cook an" wash. Hey?"
"No one I ever seen can do them camp tricks any better "n Jim Wilson,"
replied Anson.
"Jim, you"re a lady"s man an" thar"s our pretty hoodoo over thar to feed an" amoose," remarked Shady Jones, with a smile that disarmed his speech.
The outlaws guffawed.
"Git out, Jim, you"re breakin" up the game," said Moze, who appeared loser.
"Wal, thet gurl would starve if it wasn"t fer me," replied Wilson, genially, and he walked over toward her, beginning to address her, quite loudly, as he approached. "Wal, miss, I"m elected cook an" I"d sh.o.r.e like to heah what you fancy fer dinner."
The outlaws heard, for they guffawed again. "Haw! Haw! if Jim ain"t funny!" exclaimed Anson.
The girl looked up amazed. Wilson was winking at her, and when he got near he began to speak rapidly and low.
"I jest met Dale down in the woods with his pet cougar. He"s after you.
I"m goin" to help him git you safe away. Now you do your part. I want you to pretend you"ve gone crazy. Savvy? Act out of your head! Sh.o.r.e I don"t care what you do or say, only act crazy. An" don"t be scared.
We"re goin" to scare the gang so I"ll hev a chance to sneak you away.
To-night or to-morrow--sh.o.r.e."
Before he began to speak she was pale, sad, dull of eye. Swiftly, with his words, she was transformed, and when he had ended she did not appear the same girl. She gave him one blazing flash of comprehension and nodded her head rapidly.
"Yes, I understand. I"ll do it!" she whispered.
The outlaw turned slowly away with the most abstract air, confounded amid his shrewd acting, and he did not collect himself until half-way back to his comrades. Then, beginning to hum an old darky tune, he stirred up and replenished the fire, and set about preparation for the midday meal. But he did not miss anything going on around him. He saw the girl go into her shelter and come out with her hair all down over her face. Wilson, back to his comrades, grinned his glee, and he wagged his head as if he thought the situation was developing.
The gambling outlaws, however, did not at once see the girl preening herself and smoothing her long hair in a way calculated to startle.
"Busted!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Anson, with a curse, as he slammed down his cards.
"If I ain"t hoodooed I"m a two-bit of a gambler!"
"Sartin you"re hoodooed," said Shady Jones, in scorn. "Is thet jest dawnin" on you?"
"Boss, you play like a cow stuck in the mud," remarked Moze, laconically.
"Fellars, it ain"t funny," declared Anson, with pathetic gravity. "I"m jest gittin" on to myself. Somethin"s wrong. Since "way last fall no luck--nothin" but the wust end of everythin". I ain"t blamin" anybody.
I"m the boss. It"s me thet"s off."
"Snake, sh.o.r.e it was the gurl deal you made," rejoined Wilson, who had listened. "I told you. Our troubles hev only begun. An" I can see the wind-up. Look!"
Wilson pointed to where the girl stood, her hair flying wildly all over her face and shoulders. She was making most elaborate bows to an old stump, sweeping the ground with her tresses in her obeisance.
Anson started. He grew utterly astounded. His amaze was ludicrous. And the other two men looked to stare, to equal their leader"s bewilderment.
"What "n h.e.l.l"s come over her?" asked Anson, dubiously. "Must hev perked up.... But she ain"t feelin" thet gay!"
Wilson tapped his forehead with a significant finger.
"Sh.o.r.e I was scared of her this mawnin"," he whispered.
"Naw!" exclaimed Anson, incredulously.
"If she hain"t queer I never seen no queer wimmin," vouchsafed Shady Jones, and it would have been judged, by the way he wagged his head, that he had been all his days familiar with women.
Moze looked beyond words, and quite alarmed.
"I seen it comin"," declared Wilson, very much excited. "But I was scared to say so. You-all made fun of me aboot her. Now I sh.o.r.e wish I had spoken up."
Anson nodded solemnly. He did not believe the evidence of his sight, but the facts seemed stunning. As if the girl were a dangerous and incomprehensible thing, he approached her step by step. Wilson followed, and the others appeared drawn irresistibly.
"Hey thar--kid!" called Anson, hoa.r.s.ely.