"Any of the women folks been in?" added Joe.
"Hester ran over. She told me through the window. Then I barred my door to keep the other women out."
"What for?" asked Joe, curiously.
"Please come in," she said, in reply.
They entered, and she closed the door after them. The change that came over her then was the loosing of restraint.
"Joe--what will they do with Mary?" she queried, tensely.
The Mormon studied her with dark, speculative eyes. "Hang her!" he rejoined in brutal harshness.
"O Mother of Saints!" she cried, and her hands went up.
"You"re sorry for Mary, then?" asked Joe, bluntly.
"My heart is breaking for her."
"Well, so"s Shefford"s," said the Mormon, huskily. "And mine"s kind of d.a.m.n shaky."
Ruth glided to Shefford with a woman"s swift softness.
"You"ve been my good--my best friend. You were hers, too. Oh, I know!
... Can"t you do something for her?"
"I hope to G.o.d I can," replied Shefford.
Then the three stood looking from one to the other, in a strong and subtly realizing moment drawn together.
"Ruth," whispered Joe, hoa.r.s.ely, and then he glanced fearfully around, at the window and door, as if listeners were there. It was certain that his dark face had paled. He tried to whisper more, only to fail.
Shefford divined the weight of Mormonism that burdened Joe Lake then.
Joe was faithful to a love for Fay Larkin, n.o.ble in friendship to Shefford, desperate in a bitter strait with his own manliness, but the power of that creed by which he had been raised struck his lips mute.
For to speak on meant to be false to that creed. Already in his heart he had decided, yet he could not voice the thing.
"Ruth"--Shefford took up the Mormon"s unfinished whisper--"if we plan to save her--if we need you--will you help?"
Ruth turned white, but an instant and splendid fire shone in her eyes.
"Try me," she whispered back. "I"ll change places with her--so you can get her away. They can"t do much to me."
Shefford wrung her hands. Joe licked his lips and found his voice: "We"ll come back later." Then he led the way out and Shefford followed.
They were silent all the way back to camp.
Nas Ta Bega sat in repose where they had left him, a thoughtful, somber figure. Shefford went directly to the Indian, and Joe tarried at the camp-fire, where he raked out some red embers and put one upon the bowl of his pipe. He puffed clouds of white smoke, then found a seat beside the others.
"Shefford, go ahead. Talk. It"ll take a deal of talk. I"ll listen. Then I"ll talk. It"ll be Nas Ta Bega who makes the plan out of it all."
Shefford launched himself so swiftly that he scarcely talked coherently.
But he made clear the points that he must save Fay, get her away from the village, let her lead him to Surprise Valley, rescue La.s.siter and Jane Withersteen, and take them all out of the country.
Joe Lake dubiously shook his head. Manifestly the Surprise Valley part of the situation presented a new and serious obstacle. It changed the whole thing. To try to take the three out by way of Kayenta and Durango was not to be thought of, for reasons he briefly stated. The Red Lake trail was the only one left, and if that were taken the chances were against Shefford. It was five days over sand to Red Lake--impossible to hide a trail--and even with a day"s start Shefford could not escape the hard-riding men who would come from Stonebridge. Besides, after reaching Red Lake, there were days and days of desert-travel needful to avoid places like Blue Canon, Tuba, Moencopie, and the Indian villages.
"We"ll have to risk all that," declared Shefford, desperately.
"It"s a fool risk," retorted Joe. "Listen. By tomorrow noon all of Stonebridge, more or less, will be riding in here. You"ve got to get away to-night with the girl--or never! And to-morrow you"ve got to find that La.s.siter and the woman in Surprise Valley. This valley must be back, deep in the canon country. Well, you"ve got to come out this way again. No trail through here would be safe. Why, you"d put all your heads in a rope!... You mustn"t come through this way. It"ll have to be tried across country, off the trails, and that means h.e.l.l--day-and-night travel, no camp, no feed for horses--maybe no water. Then you"ll have the best trackers in Utah like hounds on your trail."
When the Mormon ceased his forceful speech there was a silence fraught with hopeless meaning. He bowed his head in gloom. Shefford, growing sick again to his marrow, fought a cold, hateful sense of despair.
"Bi Nai!" In his extremity he called to the Indian.
"The Navajo has heard," replied Nas Ta Bega, strangely speaking in his own language.
With a long, slow heave of breast Shefford felt his despair leave him.
In the Indian lay his salvation. He knew it. Joe Lake caught the subtle spirit of the moment and looked up eagerly.
Nas Ta Bega stretched an arm toward the east, and spoke in Navajo.
But Shefford, owing to the hurry and excitement of his mind, could not translate. Joe Lake listened, gave a violent start, leaped up with all his big frame quivering, and then fired question after question at the Indian. When the Navajo had replied to all, Joe drew himself up as if facing an irrevocable decision which would wring his very soul. What did he cast off in that moment? What did he grapple with? Shefford had no means to tell, except by the instinct which baffled him. But whether the Mormon"s trial was one of spiritual rending or the natural physical fear of a perilous, virtually impossible venture, the fact was he was magnificent in his acceptance of it. He turned to Shefford, white, cold, yet glowing.
"Nas Ta Bega believes he can take you down a canon to the big river--the Colorado. He knows the head of this canon. Nonnezoshe Boco it"s called--canon of the rainbow bridge. He has never been down it.
Only two or three living Indians have ever seen the great stone bridge.
But all have heard of it. They worship it as a G.o.d. There"s water runs down this canon and water runs to the river. Nas Ta Bega thinks he can take you down to the river."
"Go on," cried Shefford breathlessly, as Joe paused.
"The Indian plans this way. G.o.d, it"s great!... If only I can do my end!... He plans to take mustangs to-day and wait with them for you to-night or to-morrow till you come with the girl. You"ll go get La.s.siter and the woman out of Surprise Valley. Then you"ll strike east for Nonnezoshe Boco. If possible, you must take a pack of grub. You may be days going down--and waiting for me at the mouth of the canon, at the river."
"Joe! Where will you be?"
"I"ll ride like h.e.l.l for Kayenta, get another horse there, and ride like h.e.l.l for the San Juan River. There"s a big flatboat at the Durango crossing. I"ll go down the San Juan in that--into the big river. I"ll drift down by day, tie up by night, and watch for you at the mouth of every canon till I come to Nonnezoshe Boco."
Shefford could not believe the evidence of his ears. He knew the treacherous San Juan River. He had heard of the great, sweeping, terrible red Colorado and its roaring rapids.
"Oh, it seems impossible!" he gasped. "You"ll just lose your life for nothing."
"The Indian will turn the trick, I tell you. Take my hunch. It"s nothing for me to drift down a swift river. I worked a ferry-boat once."
Shefford, to whom flying straws would have seemed stable, caught the inflection of defiance and daring and hope of the Mormon"s spirit.
"What then--after you meet us at the mouth of Nonnezoshe Boco?" he queried.
"We"ll all drift down to Lee"s Ferry. That"s at the head of Marble Canon. We"ll get out on the south side of the river, thus avoiding any Mormons at the ferry. Nas Ta Bega knows the country. It"s open desert--on the other side of these plateaus. He can get horses from Navajos. Then you"ll strike south for Willow Springs."
"Willow Springs? That"s Presbrey"s trading-post," said Shefford.
"Never met him. But he"ll see you safe out of the Painted Desert. ...
The thing that worries me most is how not to miss you all at the mouth of Nonnezoshe. You must have sharp eyes. But I forget the Indian. A bird couldn"t pa.s.s him.... And suppose Nonnezoshe Boco has a steep-walled, narrow mouth opening into a rapids!... Whew! Well, the Indian will figure that, too. Now, let"s put our heads together and plan how to turn this end of the trick here. Getting the girl!"