Then the big man, who evidently was the leader of the present convention, got up to depart. He went as swiftly as he had come, and was followed by the slender fellow. As far as it was possible for me to be sure, I identified these two as Snecker and his son. The others, however, remained. Blome removed his mask, which action was duplicated by the two rustlers who had stayed with him. They were both young, bronzed, hard of countenance, not unlike cowboys. Evidently this was now a social call on Sampson. He set out cigars and liquors for his guests, and a general conversation ensued, differing little from what might have been indulged in by neighborly ranchers. There was not a word spoken that would have caused suspicion.
Blome was genial, gay, and he talked the most. Wright alone seemed uncommunicative and unsociable. He smoked fiercely and drank continually. All at once he straightened up as if listening. "What"s that?" he called suddenly.
The talking and laughter ceased. My own strained ears were pervaded by a slight rustling sound.
"Must be a rat," replied Sampson in relief. Strange how any sudden or unknown thing weighed upon him.
The rustling became a rattle.
"Sounds like a rattlesnake to me," said Blome.
Sampson got up from the table and peered round the room. Just at that instant I felt an almost inappreciable movement of the adobe wall which supported me. I could scarcely credit my senses. But the rattle inside Sampson"s room was mingling with little dull thuds of falling dirt. The adobe wall, merely dried mud was crumbling. I distinctly felt a tremor pa.s.s through it. Then the blood gushed with sickening coldness back to my heart and seemingly clogged it.
"What in the h.e.l.l!" exclaimed Sampson.
"I smell dust," said Blome sharply.
That was the signal for me to drop down from my perch, yet despite my care I made a noise.
"Did you hear a step?" queried Sampson.
Then a section of the wall fell inward with a crash. I began to squeeze my body through the narrow pa.s.sage toward the patio.
"Hear him!" yelled Wright. "This side."
"No, he"s going that way," yelled someone else. The tramp of heavy boots lent me the strength and speed of desperation. I was not shirking a fight, but to be cornered like a trapped coyote was another matter. I almost tore my clothes off in that pa.s.sage. The dust nearly stifled me.
When I burst into the patio it was not one single instant too soon. But one deep gash of breath revived me, and I was up, gun in hand, running for the outlet into the court. Thumping footsteps turned me back. While there was a chance to get away I did not want to meet odds in a fight. I thought I heard some one running into the patio from the other end. I stole along, and coming to a door, without any idea of where it might lead, I softly pushed it open a little way and slipped in.
Chapter 9
IN FLAGRANTE DELICTO
A low cry greeted me. The room was light. I saw Sally Langdon sitting on her bed in her dressing gown. Shaking my gun at her with a fierce warning gesture to be silent, I turned to close the door. It was a heavy door, without bolt or bar, and when I had shut it I felt safe only for the moment. Then I gazed around the room. There was one window with blind closely drawn. I listened and seemed to hear footsteps retreating, dying away. Then I turned to Sally. She had slipped off the bed to her knees and was holding out trembling hands as if both to supplicate mercy and to ward me off. She was as white as the pillow on her bed. She was terribly frightened. Again with warning hand commanding silence I stepped softly forward, meaning to rea.s.sure her.
"Russ! Russ!" she whispered wildly, and I thought she was going to faint. When I got close and looked into her eyes I understood the strange dark expression in them. She was terrified because she believed I meant to kill her, or do worse, probably worse. She had believed many a hard story about me and had cared for me in spite of them. I remembered, then, that she had broken her promise, she had tempted me, led me to kiss her, made a fool out of me. I remembered, also how I had threatened her. This intrusion of mine was the wild cowboy"s vengeance.
I verily believed she thought I was drunk. I must have looked pretty hard and fierce, bursting into her room with that big gun in hand. My first action then was to lay the gun on her bureau.
"You poor kid!" I whispered, taking her hands and trying to raise her.
But she stayed on her knees and clung to me.
"Russ! It was vile of me," she whispered. "I know it. I deserve anything--anything! But I am only a kid. Russ, I didn"t break my word--I didn"t make you kiss me just for, vanity"s sake. I swear I didn"t. I wanted you to. For I care, Russ, I can"t help it. Please forgive me. Please let me off this time. Don"t--don"t--"
"Will you shut up!" I interrupted, half beside myself. And I used force in another way than speech. I shook her and sat her on the bed. "You little fool, I didn"t come in here to kill you or do some other awful thing, as you think. For G.o.d"s sake, Sally, what do you take me for?"
"Russ, you swore you"d do something terrible if I tempted you anymore,"
she faltered. The way she searched my face with doubtful, fearful eyes hurt me.
"Listen," and with the word I seemed to be pervaded by peace. "I didn"t know this was your room. I came in here to get away--to save my life. I was pursued. I was spying on Sampson and his men. They heard me, but did not see me. They don"t know who was listening. They"re after me now. I"m Special United States Deputy Marshal Sittell--Russell Archibald Sittell.
I"m a Ranger. I"m here as secret aid to Steele."
Sally"s eyes changed from blank gulfs to dilating, shadowing, quickening windows of thought. "Russ-ell Archi-bald Sittell," she echoed. "Ranger!
Secret aid to Steele!"
"Yes."
"Then you"re no cowboy?"
"No."
"Only a make-believe one?"
"Yes."
"And the drinking, the gambling, the a.s.sociation with those low men--that was all put on?"
"Part of the game, Sally. I"m not a drinking man. And I sure hate those places I had to go in, and all that pertains to them."
"Oh, so _that"s_ it! I knew there was something. How glad--how glad I am!" Then Sally threw her arms around my neck, and without reserve or restraint began to kiss me and love me. It must have been a moment of sheer gladness to feel that I was not disreputable, a moment when something deep and womanly in her was vindicated. a.s.suredly she was entirely different from what she had ever been before.
There was a little s.p.a.ce of time, a sweet confusion of senses, when I could not but meet her half-way in tenderness. Quite as suddenly, then she began to cry. I whispered in her ear, cautioning her to be careful, that my life was at stake; and after that she cried silently, with one of her arms round my neck, her head on my breast, and her hand clasping mine. So I held her for what seemed a long time. Indistinct voices came to me and footsteps seemingly a long way off. I heard the wind in the rose-bush outside. Some one walked down the stony court. Then a shrill neigh of a horse pierced the silence. A rider was mounting out there for some reason. With my life at stake I grasped all the sweetness of that situation. Sally stirred in my arms, raised a red, tear-stained yet happy face, and tried to smile. "It isn"t any time to cry," she whispered. "But I had to. You can"t understand what it made me feel to learn you"re no drunkard, no desperado, but a _man_--a man like that Ranger!" Very sweetly and seriously she kissed me again. "Russ, if I didn"t honestly and truly love you before, I do now."
Then she stood up and faced me with the fire and intelligence of a woman in her eyes. "Tell me now. You were spying on my uncle?"
Briefly I told her what had happened before I entered her room, not omitting a terse word as to the character of the men I had watched.
"My G.o.d! So it"s Uncle Roger! I knew something was very wrong here--with him, with the place, the people. And right off I hated George Wright.
Russ, does Diane know?"
"She knows something. I haven"t any idea how much."
"This explains her appeal to Steele. Oh, it"ll kill her! You don"t know how proud, how good Diane is. Oh, it"ll kill her!"
"Sally, she"s no baby. She"s got sand, that girl--"
The sound of soft steps somewhere near distracted my attention, reminded me of my peril, and now, what counted more with me, made clear the probability of being discovered in Sally"s room. "I"ll have to get out of here," I whispered.
"Wait," she replied, detaining me. "Didn"t you say they were hunting for you?"
"They sure are," I returned grimly.
"Oh! Then you mustn"t go. They might shoot you before you got away.
Stay. If we hear them you can hide under my bed. I"ll turn out the light. I"ll meet them at the door. You can trust me. Stay, Russ. Wait till all quiets down, if we have to wait till morning. Then you can slip out."