The Night Horseman

Chapter 6

"Ah, I see," murmured the doctor, "a man so near the brute that his enormities pa.s.s beyond--"

"Get this straight," said Buck, interrupting with a sternly pointed finger: "There ain"t a kinder or a gentler man in the mountain-desert than him. He"s got a voice softer than Kate c.u.mberland"s, which is some soft voice, and as for his heart--Doc, I"ve seen him get off his horse to put a wounded rabbit out of its pain!"

A ring of awe came in the throat of Daniels as he repeated the incredible fact.

He went on: "If I was in trouble, I"d rather have him beside me than ten other men; if I was sick I"d rather have him than the ten best doctors in the world; if I wanted a pal that would die for them that done him good and go to h.e.l.l to get them that done him bad, I"d choose him first, and there ain"t none that come second."

The panegyric was not a burst of imagination. Buck Daniels was speaking seriously, hunting for words, and if he used superlatives it was because he needed them.

"Extraordinary!" murmured the doctor, and he repeated the word in a louder tone. It was a rare word for him; in all his scholastic career and in all of his scientific investigations he had found occasion to use so strong a term not more than half a dozen times at the most. He went on, cautiously, and his weak eyes blinked at Daniels: "And there is a relation between this man and a horse and dog?"

Buck Daniels shuddered and his colour changed.

"Listen!" he said, "I"ve talked enough. You ain"t going to get another word out of me except this: Doc, have a good sleep, get on your hoss to-morrow mornin", and beat it. Don"t even wait for breakfast. Because, if you _do_ wait, you may get a hand in this little h.e.l.l of ours. You may be waiting, too!" A sudden thought brought him to his feet. He stood over the doctor. "How many times," he thundered, "have you seen Kate c.u.mberland?"

"To-day, for the first time."

"Well," said Daniels, growling with relief, "you"ve seen her enough. I _know_." And he turned towards the door. "Unlock," he commanded. "I"m tired out--and sick--of talking about _him_."

But the doctor did not move.

"Nevertheless," he stated, "you will remain. There is something further which you know and which you will communicate to me."

Buck Daniels turned at the door; his face was not pleasant.

"While observing you as you talked with the girl," Byrne said, "it occurred to me that you were holding information from her. The exact nature of that information I cannot state, but it is reasonable to deduce that you could, at the present moment, name the place where the man for whom Mr. c.u.mberland and his daughter wait is now located."

Buck Daniels made no reply, but he returned to his chair and slumped heavily into it, staring at the little doctor. And Byrne realised with a thrill of pleasure that he was not afraid of death.

"I may further deduct," said the doctor, "that you will go in person to the place where you know this man may be found and induce him to come to this ranch."

The silent anger of Daniels died away. He smiled, and at length he laughed without mirth.

"Doc," he said, "if you knew where there was a gun, would that make you want to put it up agin your head and pull the trigger?"

But the doctor proceeded inexorably with his deductions: "Because you are aware, Mr. Daniels, that the presence of this man may save the life of Mr. c.u.mberland, a thought, to be sure, which might not be accepted by the medical fraternity, but which may without undue exaggeration devolve from the psychological situation in this house."

"Doc," said Daniels huskily, "you talk straight, and you act straight, and I think you are straight, so I"ll take off the bridle and talk free.

I know where Whistling Dan is--just about. But if I was to go to him and bring him here I"d bust the heart of Kate c.u.mberland. D"you understand?"

His voice lowered with an intense emotion. "I"ve thought it out sideways and backwards. It"s Kate or old Joe. Which is the most important?"

The doctor straightened in the chair, polished his gla.s.ses, and peered once more at the cowpuncher.

"You are quite sure, also, that the return of this man, this strange wanderer, might help Mr. c.u.mberland back to health?"

"I am, all right. He"s sure wrapped up in Whistlin" Dan."

"What is the nature of their relations; what makes him so oddly dependent upon the other?"

"I dunno, doc. It"s got us all fooled. When Dan is here it seems like old c.u.mberland jest nacherally lives on the things Dan does and hears and sees. We"ve seen c.u.mberland p.r.i.c.k up his ears the minute Dan comes into the room, and show life. Sometimes Dan sits with him and tells him what he"s been doin"--maybe it ain"t any more than how the sky looks that day, or about the feel of the wind--but Joe sits with his eyes dreamin", like a little kid hearin" fairy stories. Kate says it"s been that way since her dad first brought Dan in off"n the range. He"s been sort of necessary to old Joe--almost like air to breathe. I tell you, it"s jest a picture to see them two together."

"Very odd, very odd," brooded the doctor, frowning, "but this seems to be an odd place and an odd set of people. You"ve no real idea why Dan left the ranch?"

"Ask the wild geese," said Buck bitterly. He added: "Maybe you"d better ask Dan"s black hoss or his dog, Bart. They"d know better"n anything else."

"But what has the man been doing since he left? Have you any idea?"

"Get a little chatter, now and then, of a gent that"s rid into a town on a black hoss, prettier"n anything that was ever seen before.

"It"s all pretty much the same, what news we get. Mostly I guess he jest wanders around doin" no harm to n.o.body. But once in a while somebody sicks a dog on Bart, and Bart jest nacherally chaws that dog in two.

Then the owner of the dog may start a fight, and Dan drops him and rides on."

"With a trail of dead men behind him?" cried the doctor, hunching his shoulders as if to shake off a chill.

"Dead? Nope. You don"t have to shoot to kill when you can handle a gun the way Dan does. Nope, he jest wings "em. Plants a chunk of lead in a shoulder, or an arm, or a leg. That"s all. They ain"t no love of blood in Dan--except-----"

"Well?"

"Doc," said Buck with a shudder, "I ain"t goin" to talk about the exceptions. Mostly the news we gets of Dan is about troubles he"s had.

But sometimes we hear of gents he"s helped out when they was sick, and things like that. They ain"t n.o.body like Dan when a gent is down sick, I"ll tell a man!"

The doctor sighed.

He said: "And do I understand you to say that the girl and this man--Whistling Dan, as you call him--are intimately and sentimentally related?"

"She loves him," said Daniels slowly. "She loves the ground he walks on and the places where he"s been."

"But, sir, it would seem probable from your own reasoning that the return of the man, in this case, will not be unwelcome to her."

"Reason?" broke out Daniels bitterly. "What the h.e.l.l has reason got to do with Whistling Dan? Man, man! if Barry was to come back d"you suppose he"d remember that he"d once told Kate he loved her? Doc, I know him as near as any man can know him. I tell you, he thinks no more of her than--than the wild geese think of her. If old Joe dies because Dan is away--well, c.u.mberland is an old man anyway. But how could I stand to see Barry pa.s.s Kate by with an empty eye, the way he"d do if he come back? I"d want to kill him, and I"d get b.u.mped off tryin" it, like as not. And what would it do to Kate? It"d kill her, Doc, as sure as you"re born."

"Your a.s.sumption being," murmured the doctor, "that if she never sees the man again she will eventually forget him."

"D"you forget a knife that"s sticking into you? No, she won"t forget him. But maybe after a while she"ll be able to stand thinkin" about him.

She"ll get used to the hurt. She"ll be able to talk and laugh the way she used to. Oh, doc, if you could of seen her as I"ve seen her in the old days----"

"When the man was with her?" cut in the doctor.

Buck Daniels caught his breath.

"d.a.m.n your eternal soul, doc!" he said softly.

And for a time neither of them spoke. Whatever went on in the mind of Daniels, it was something that contorted his face. As for Byrne, he was trying to match fact and possibility and he was finding a large gap between the two; for he tried to visualise the man whose presence had been food to old Joe c.u.mberland, and whose absence had taken the oil from the lamp so that the flame now flickered dimly, nearly out. But he could build no such picture. He could merely draw together a vague abstraction of a man to whom the storm and the wild geese who ride the storm had meaning and relationship. The logic which he loved was breaking to pieces in the hands of Randall Byrne.

Silence, after all, is only a name, never a fact. There are noises in the most absolute quiet. If there is not even the sound of the cricket or the wind, if there are not even ghost whispers in the house, there is the sigh of one"s own breathing, and in those moments of deadly waiting the beat of the heart may be as loud and as awful as the rattle of the death-march. Now, between the doctor and the cowpuncher, such a silence began. Buck Daniels wanted nothing more in the world than to be out of that room, but the eye of the doctor held him, unwilling. And there began once more that eternal waiting, waiting, waiting, which was the horror of the place, until the faint creakings through the windshaken house took on the meaning of footsteps stalking down the hall and pausing at the door, and there was the hushing breath of one who listened and smiled to himself! Now the doctor became aware that the eye of Buck Daniels was widening, brightening; it was as if the mind of the big man were giving way in the strain. His face blanched. Even the lips had no colour, and they moved, gibberingly.

"Listen!" he said.

"It is the wind," answered the doctor, but his voice was hardly audible.

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