Then, at an unusually quiet lull the strange sound gradually arose to a wailing whine.
"It"s thet crazy wench cryin"," declared the outlaw leader.
Apparently his allies accepted that statement with as much relief as they had expressed for the termination of the sound.
"Sh.o.r.e, thet must be it," agreed Jim Wilson, gravely.
"We"ll git a lot of sleep with thet gurl whinin" all night," growled Shady Jones.
"She gives me the creeps," said Moze.
Wilson got up to resume his pondering walk, head bent, hands behind his back, a grim, realistic figure of perturbation.
"Jim--set down. You make me nervous," said Anson, irritably.
Wilson actually laughed, but low, as if to keep his strange mirth well confined.
"Snake, I"ll bet you my hoss an" my gun ag"in" a biscuit thet in aboot six seconds more or less I"ll be stampedin like them hosses."
Anson"s lean jaw dropped. The other two outlaws stared with round eyes. Wilson was not drunk, they evidently knew; but what he really was appeared a mystery.
"Jim Wilson, are you showin" yellow?" queried Anson, hoa.r.s.ely.
"Mebbe. The Lord only knows. But listen heah.... Snake, you"ve seen an"
heard people croak?"
"You mean cash in--die?"
"Sh.o.r.e."
"Wal, yes--a couple or so," replied Anson, grimly.
"But you never seen no one die of shock--of an orful scare?"
"No, I reckon I never did."
"I have. An" thet"s what"s ailin" Jim Wilson," and he resumed his dogged steps.
Anson and his two comrades exchanged bewildered glances with one another.
"A-huh! Say, what"s thet got to do with us hyar? asked Anson, presently.
"Thet gurl is dyin"!" retorted Wilson, in a voice cracking like a whip.
The three outlaws stiffened in their seats, incredulous, yet irresistibly swayed by emotions that stirred to this dark, lonely, ill-omened hour.
Wilson trudged to the edge of the lighted circle, muttering to himself, and came back again; then he trudged farther, this time almost out of sight, but only to return; the third time he vanished in the impenetrable wall of light. The three men scarcely moved a muscle as they watched the place where he had disappeared. In a few moments he came stumbling back.
"Sh.o.r.e she"s almost gone," he said, dismally. "It took my nerve, but I felt of her face.... Thet orful wail is her breath chokin" in her throat.... Like a death-rattle, only long instead of short."
"Wal, if she"s gotta croak it"s good she gits it over quick," replied Anson. "I "ain"t hed sleep fer three nights. ... An" what I need is whisky."
"Snake, thet"s gospel you"re spoutin"," remarked Shady Jones, morosely.
The direction of sound in the glen was difficult to be a.s.sured of, but any man not stirred to a high pitch of excitement could have told that the difference in volume of this strange wail must have been caused by different distances and positions. Also, when it was loudest, it was most like a whine. But these outlaws heard with their consciences.
At last it ceased abruptly.
Wilson again left the group to be swallowed up by the night. His absence was longer than usual, but he returned hurriedly.
"She"s daid!" he exclaimed, solemnly. "Thet innocent kid--who never harmed no one--an" who"d make any man better fer seein" her--she"s daid!... Anson, you"ve sh.o.r.e a heap to answer fer when your time comes."
"What"s eatin" you?" demanded the leader, angrily. "Her blood ain"t on my hands."
"It sh.o.r.e is," shouted Wilson, shaking his hand at Anson. "An" you"ll hev to take your medicine. I felt thet comin" all along. An" I feel some more."
"Aw! She"s jest gone to sleep," declared Anson, shaking his long frame as he rose. "Gimme a light."
"Boss, you"re plumb off to go near a dead gurl thet"s jest died crazy,"
protested Shady Jones.
"Off! Haw! Haw! Who ain"t off in this outfit, I"d like to know?" Anson possessed himself of a stick blazing at one and, and with this he stalked off toward the lean-to where the girl was supposed to be dead.
His gaunt figure, lighted by the torch, certainly fitted the weird, black surroundings. And it was seen that once near the girl"s shelter he proceeded more slowly, until he halted. He bent to peer inside.
"SHE"S GONE!" he yelled, in harsh, shaken accents.
Than the torch burned out, leaving only a red glow. He whirled it about, but the blaze did not rekindle. His comrades, peering intently, lost sight of his tall form and the end of the red-ended stick. Darkness like pitch swallowed him. For a moment no sound intervened. Again the moan of wind, the strange little mocking hollow roar, dominated the place. Then there came a rush of something, perhaps of air, like the soft swishing of spruce branches swinging aside. Dull, thudding footsteps followed it.
Anson came running back to the fire. His aspect was wild, his face pale, his eyes were fierce and starting from their sockets. He had drawn his gun.
"Did--ye--see er hear--anythin"?" he panted, peering back, then all around, and at last at his man.
"No. An" I sh.o.r.e was lookin" an" listenin"," replied Wilson.
"Boss, there wasn"t nothin"," declared Moze.
"I ain"t so sartin," said Shady Jones, with doubtful, staring eyes. "I believe I heerd a rustlin"."
"She wasn"t there!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Anson, in wondering awe. "She"s gone!...
My torch went out. I couldn"t see. An" jest then I felt somethin" was pa.s.sin". Fast! I jerked "round. All was black, an" yet if I didn"t see a big gray streak I"m crazier "n thet gurl. But I couldn"t swear to anythin" but a rushin" of wind. I felt thet."
"Gone!" exclaimed Wilson, in great alarm. "Fellars, if thet"s so, then mebbe she wasn"t daid an" she wandered off. ... But she was daid! Her heart hed quit beatin". I"ll swear to thet."
"I move to break camp," said Shady Jones, gruffly, and he stood up. Moze seconded that move by an expressive flash of his black visage.
"Jim, if she"s dead--an" gone--what "n h.e.l.l"s come off?" huskily asked Anson. "It, only seems thet way. We"re all worked up.... Let"s talk sense."
"Anson, sh.o.r.e there"s a heap you an" me don"t know," replied Wilson.
"The world come to an end once. Wal, it can come to another end.... I tell you I ain"t surprised--"