When the ten minutes he had allotted were past, Matthews made a great show of putting away his watch and took a last pull at the whisky flask.
The bottle disposed of, he walked down the drift to the warped door and rapped a staccato. No answer was returned. Again, he rapped, and more imperatively than before. Again, no answer. He pushed back his hat and applied an ear to the hole through which had hung the lifting-string of the latch. Then he heard long, unfrequent sobs, like those of a child who, though almost asleep, is yet sorrowing. Between the sobs, punctuating them fiercely, sounded the prolonged sucking-in of breath.
"Might as well stop y" bawlin" an" squallin"," he called through the latch-hole. "Time"s up!"
Getting no reply, as before, he altered his tactics. First, shading his face with his slim fingers, he looked in. He could not see the girls.
Dallas was close to the door and beyond the limit of his vision. So was Marylyn, who, helpless with fright, half knelt, half lay, against her sister. What he could see was--from the south window--the gaudy Navajo blankets forming two part.i.tions of Lancaster"s bedroom, and, nearer, two partly filled sacks, some harnesses and the seat of a wagon. The other window afforded a better view. "Looks mighty comfortable," he said as he contemplated it. There was a hearth with its dying fire; in front of it were circling benches and a thick buffalo-skin rug; above was a mantel, piled with calico-covered books; a freshly scrubbed table stood in the farther corner beneath a dish-cupboard, which was made of a dry goods box; to the left of this--high up on the log wall--were a couple of pegs.
It was these that finally riveted Matthews" attention and brought him to a temporary halt. "Got th" gun down!" he exclaimed. On finding that Lancaster was gone, he had decided not to produce a weapon. Now, however, he quickly felt for one and dropped on all fours. "That biggest gal "d no more mind pumpin" lead into me than nothin"," he declared, wagging his head wisely. "I could tell that by the shine in her eyes."
He crawled around the corner.
Behind the lean-to, he came to several conclusions: It would be useless to try to get in by either window; both were high and small; the best spot for an attack was the door. Unless he was hard pressed, he must not shoot; women were concerned, and the fort or Clark"s might be stirred to unreasonable retaliation in their name; for example, there was that poor devil of a cow-puncher at Dodge who had been riddled simply for slapping his wife.... Obviously, the shack must be occupied without the shedding of blood. But what of his safety? "I"ll jus" have t" chance it," he said, and hunted for something to use as a battering-ram.
Not a pole, not even a piece of board, could he find. A scarcity of fuel before Squaw Charley began furnishing it had led to the burning of every odd bit of timber. Disgruntled, but not discouraged, Matthews crawled back to the front of the cabin and closely examined the door. "I thought so!" he declared joyfully when he was done. Rain and snow had swelled the thick boards of which it was built. But through the narrow cracks between these, he saw that the transverse pieces on the inside, like the four without, were only slender battens. "If I can git some of them cleats off," he said, "I can bust in."
With a horn-handle knife he pried up the end of a batten until he could get his fingers beneath it. Then he pulled, and it came away. A light strip from side to side marked where it had been. Three times more he pried and pulled, and the outer transverse pieces lay on the snow. For the rest of his job Matthews had to depend on his shoulders.
Putting his knife in his pocket, he backed to the top of the nearest drift. There he gathered himself together and, with a defiant grunt, hurled himself headlong at the door. As it bent with the force of the impact, a shriek rang out. Well satisfied, Matthews retreated and flung himself forward a second time. The door cracked ominously; the inside bolt rattled in its sockets. Antic.i.p.ating a speedy entrance, Matthews warmed to his task. And each time he fell upon the barrier, a weak moan from within swelled to a cry of mortal terror.
And then--a few feet behind him, a voice interrupted--a well-modulated voice, in an amused, ironical tone. "Well," it said slowly, "I hope you"re enjoying yourself."
Matthews whirled and reached for a weapon. He was too late. As he swung it forward, the single eye of a revolver held his. Beyond was Lounsbury.
A queer tremor ran around the storekeeper"s mouth. His nostrils swelled, and he wrinkled his forehead. "Sorry," he said drily, "but it"s my bead."
Sheer surprise, together with a lack of breath, made the other dumb.
"Drop your gun," bade Lounsbury.
Matthews" right hand loosed its hold. His revolver fell, and slid, spinning, to the bottom of the drift.
"Now I know all you want to say," said Lounsbury. "That this claim is yours, that your six months ain"t up, that Lancaster"s jumped it, and so on. But that won"t excuse what you"ve tried to do--break into this house while these young women are alone. Besides, you haven"t the ghost of a right to this land. So you"ll oblige me by keeping off it from now on."
Matthews found his tongue. "Who in h.e.l.l are you?" he demanded coolly.
"Who am I?" repeated the storekeeper, smiling down the revolver barrel.
"Why, I"m St. George, and you"re the dragon." He raised his voice.
"Miss Lancaster!" he called. "Miss Lancaster!"
A face appeared at a window, then a second. There were more cries, but not of fear. The sash was pushed open. Dallas and Marylyn, the younger girl still clinging to the elder, looked out.
"It"s all right," said the storekeeper, not taking his eyes from the enemy. "I"m here."
Dallas could not answer. But Marylyn, though exhausted, was fully alive to their rescue. Her eyes, wide and tearful, were fixed upon Lounsbury.
"Oh, we"re afraid!" she cried plaintively; "pa"s gone, and we"re afraid!"
"You needn"t be, any more," he said rea.s.suringly.
Matthews, under his breath, was cursing the self-contained man in the saddle. Enraged at the storekeeper"s interference, hot with disappointment, he saw himself stood up like a tenderfoot. But his caution prevailed. A certain expression in Lounsbury"s eyes, a certain square set to his jaw--the very cues that guided the cattle-camp--made him cautious.
"Look a-here," he said to Lounsbury, a.s.suming a conciliatory manner.
"Let"s talk as one gent to another. These ladies is your friends. So far, so good. But I has my rights, and I can prove that I slep" on this quarter-section three times and----"
Lounsbury"s face darkened. He was lightly ironical no longer. He urged his mount forward. "Don"t argue with me, you infernal blackguard," he said. "You can prove anything you want to by a lot of perjuring, thieving land-grabbers. Don"t I know "em! If you filed on this claim you were hired to do it. You hadn"t an idea of settling, or building a home. You did it for speculating purposes--nothing else. And the law, I happen to know, is dead against that. You"re a shark. But your game won"t work. These folks are going to stay in this shack and on this Bend. _And you be mighty careful you don"t make "em any trouble!_"
"I"ll git a Bismarck lawyer," declared Matthews.
"Yes, and we"ll tar and feather the shyster. What"s more, I"ll head a bunch of Clark"s boys, and we"ll wipe Shanty Town off the face of the earth."
Matthews raised his shoulders and put his tongue in his cheek. "You"re mighty interested in these ladies, seems t" me," he said insinuatingly.
The slur did not escape the storekeeper. It determined him to parley no further. "Hoist your hands!" he commanded.
Matthews obeyed. His fingers were twitching.
The next command was curt. "Mosey!"
The other moved away. When he was beyond pistol range, he produced his second revolver and waved it above his head. "You jus" wait!" he shouted. "You jus" wait! I"ll fix y"!"
Lounsbury returned him a mocking salute.
CHAPTER X
AN APPEAL TO HEADQUARTERS
As Matthews ceased his threatening and strode on, a new fear came over Dallas. She leaned toward Lounsbury from the window. "What does he mean by "fixing you"?" she asked hoa.r.s.ely.
The storekeeper was still watching riverward, and he answered without turning his head. "He means it"s a case of shoot on sight," he said.
"Then you mustn"t go near him--you must go back to Clark"s. Promise me you will! I can take care of Marylyn till dad comes. If you got hurt----"
Lounsbury threw one leg over the pommel and sat sideways for a while, buckling and unbuckling his reins. When he spoke, it was very gently, and again he did not look at her. "Hadn"t you better wrap up a little?"
he suggested. "It"s cold."
She put a coat about Marylyn. "It ain"t right for you to make our quarrel yours. You mustn"t. I wouldn"t have you hurt on our account for anything." Her eyes beseeched him.
He glanced at her. "It"s worth a lot to know you feel that way," he said slowly. "But--I"m afraid I can"t do what you want. It"s _your_ safety that counts with me."
Marylyn"s face had been hidden, to shut out the dread sight of Matthews.
Now she lifted it. She said nothing. But as if suddenly smitten by a painful thought, she turned from Dallas to Lounsbury, from Lounsbury to Dallas, questioningly, doubtfully. She drew to one side a few steps, and stood alone.
The movement escaped the others. The storekeeper had slipped from his saddle to pick up Matthews" revolver. And the elder girl, against whom was setting in a tide of reaction, was struggling for composure. She put out a trembling hand for the weapon.