You have it!" and the master ran swiftly after the dog. He followed the latter only for a short distance down the slope and then stood still and whistled. He had to repeat the call before the dog turned and ran back to his master, where he whined eagerly about the man"s feet. There was something uncanny and horrible about it; it was as if the dumb beast was asking for a life, and the life of a man. The doctor turned back and walked thoughtfully to the house.
At the door he was met by Kate and a burst of eager questions, and he told, simply, all that he had seen.
"You"ll get the details from Mr. Barry," he concluded.
"I know the details," answered the girl. "He"s found the trail and he knows where it points, now. And he"ll want to be following it before many hours have pa.s.sed. Doctor Byrne, I need you now--terribly. You must convince Dan that if he leaves us it will be a positive danger to Dad.
Can you do that?"
"At least," said the doctor, "there will be little deception in that. I will do what I can to persuade him to stay."
"Then," she said hurriedly, "sit here, and I shall sit here. We"ll meet Dan together when he comes in."
They had hardly taken their places when Barry entered, the wolf at his heels; at the door he paused to flash a glance at them and then crossed the room. On the farther side he stopped again.
"I might be tellin" you," he said in his soft voice, "that now"s Bart"s well I got to be travellin" again. I start in the morning."
The pleading eyes of Kate raised Byrne to his feet.
"My dear Mr. Barry!" he called. The other turned again and waited. "Do you mean that you will leave us while Mr. c.u.mberland is in this critical condition?"
A shadow crossed the face of Barry.
"I"d stay if I could," he answered. "But it ain"t possible!"
"What takes you away is your affair, sir," said the doctor. "My concern is Mr. c.u.mberland. He is in a very precarious condition. The slightest nerve shock may have--fatal--results."
Dan Barry sighed.
"Seemed to me," he answered, "that he was buckin" up considerable. Don"t look so thin, doc."
"His body may be well enough," said the doctor calmly, "but his nerves are wrecked. I am afraid to prophesy the consequences if you leave him."
It was apparent that a great struggle was going on in Barry. He answered at length: "How long would I have to stay? One rain could wipe out all the sign and make me like a blind man in the desert. Doc, how long would I have to stay?"
"A few days," answered Byrne, "may work wonders with him."
The other hesitated.
"I"ll go up and talk with him," he said, "and what he wants I"ll do."
CHAPTER XXIX
TALK
He was long in getting his answer. The hours dragged on slowly for Kate and the doctor, for if Joe c.u.mberland could hold Dan it was everything to the girl, and if Barry left at once there might be some root for the hope which was growing stronger and stronger every day in the heart of Randall Byrne. Before evening a not unwelcome diversion broke the suspense somewhat.
It was the arrival of no less a person than Marshal Jeff Calkins. His shoulders were humped and his short legs bowed from continual riding, and his head was slung far forward on a gaunt neck; so that when he turned his head from one to another in speaking it was with a peculiar pendulum motion. The marshal had a reputation which was strong over three hundred miles and more of a mountain-desert. This was strange, for the marshal was a very talkative man, and talkative men are not popular on the desert; but it has been discovered that on occasion his six-gun could speak as rapidly and much more accurately than his tongue. So Marshal Calkins waxed in favour.
He set the household at ease upon his arrival by announcing that "they hadn"t nothin" for him there." All he wanted was a place to bunk in, some chow, and a feed for the horse. His trail led past the c.u.mberland Ranch many and many a dreary mile.
The marshal was a politic man, and he had early in life discovered that the best way to get along with any man was to meet him on his own ground. His opening blast of words at Doctor Byrne was a sample of his art.
"So you"re a doc, hey? Well, sir, when I was a kid I had a colt that stuck its foreleg in a hole and busted it short and when that colt had to be shot they wasn"t no holdin" me. No, sir, I could of cleaned up on the whole family. And ever since then I"ve had a hankerin" to be a doc.
Something about the idea of cuttin" into a man that always sort of tickled me. They"s only one main thing that holds me back--I don"t like the idea of knifin" a feller when he ain"t got a chance to fight back!
That"s me!"
To this Doctor Randall Byrne bowed, rather dazed, but returned no answer.
"And how"s your patient, doc?" pursued the irresistible marshal. "How"s old Joe c.u.mberland? I remember when me and Joe used to trot about the range together. I was sort of a kid then; but think of old Joe bein"
down in bed--sick! Why, I ain"t never been sick a day in my life. Sick?
I"d laugh myse"f plumb to death if anybody ever wanted me to go to bed.
What"s the matter with him, anyway?"
"His nerves are a bit shaken about," responded the doctor. "To which I might add that there is superimposed an arterial condition----"
"Cut it short, Doc," cried the marshal goodnaturedly. "I ain"t got a dictionary handy. Nerves bad, eh? Well, I don"t wonder about that. The old man"s had enough trouble lately to make anybody nervous. I wouldn"t like to go through it myself. No, sir! What with that Dan Barry--I ain"t steppin" on any corns, Kate, am I?"
She smiled vaguely, but the marshal accepted the smile as a strong dissent.
"They was a time not so long ago when folks said that you was kind of sweet on Dan. Glad to hear they ain"t nothin" in it. "S a matter of fact----"
But here Kate interrupted with a raised hand. She said: "I think that was the supper gong. Yes, there it is. We"ll go in now, if you wish."
"They"s only one sound in the world that"s better to me than a dinner gong," said the profuse marshal, as they seated themselves around the big dining table, "and that was the sound of my wife"s voice when she said "I will." Queer thing, too. Maria ain"t got a very soft voice, most generally speakin", but when she busted up in front of that preacher and says "I will," why, G.o.d A"mighty--askin" your pardon, Kate--they was a change come in her voice that was like a bell chimin" down in her throat--a bell ringin" away off far, you know, so"s you only kind of guess at it! But comin" back to you and Dan, Kate----"
It was in vain she plied the marshal with edibles. His tongue wagged upon roller-bearings and knew no stopping. Moreover, the marshal had spent some portion of his life in a boarding house and had mastered the boarding-house art of talking while he ate.
"Comin" back to you and Dan, we was all of us sayin" that you and Dan kind of had an eye for each other. I s"pose we was all wrong. You see, that was back in the days before Dan busted loose. When he was about the range most usually he was the quietest man I ever sat opposite to barrin" one--and that was a feller that went west with a b.u.m heart at the chuck table! Ha, ha, ha!" The marshal"s laughter boomed through the big room as he recalled this delightful anecdote. He went on: "But after that Jim Silent play we all changed our minds, some. D"you know, doc, I was in Elkhead the night that Dan got our Lee Haines?"
"I"ve never heard of the episode," murmured the doctor.
"You ain"t? Well, I be d.a.m.ned!--askin" your pardon, Kate----But you sure ain"t lived in these parts long! Which you wouldn"t think one man could ride into a whole town, go to the jail, knock out two guards that was proved men, take the keys, unlock the irons off"n the man he wanted, saddle a hoss, and ride through a whole town--full of folks that was shootin" at him. Now, would you think that was possible?"
"Certainly not."
"And it _ain"t_ possible, I"m here to state. But they was something different about Dan Barry. D"you ever notice it, Kate?"
She was far past speech.
"No, I guess you never would have noticed it. You was livin" too close to him all the time to see how different he was from other fellers.
Anyway, he done it. They say he got plugged while he was ridin" through the lines and he bled all the way home, and he got there unconscious. Is that right, Kate?"
He waited an instant and then accepted the silence as an affirmative.
"Funny thing about that, too. The place where he come to was Buck Daniels" house. Well, Buck was one of Jim Silent"s men, and they say Buck had tried to plug Dan before that. But Dan let him go that time, and when Buck seen Dan ride in all covered with blood he remembered that favour and he kept Dan safe from Jim Silent and safe from the law until Dan was well. I seen Buck this morning over to Rafferty"s place, and----"