Wright, finding his voice, cursed Diane, cursed the Ranger, then Sampson, then me.
"You d.a.m.ned, selfish fool!" cried Sampson, in deep, bitter scorn. "All you think of is yourself. Your loss of the girl! Think once of me--my home--my life!"
Then the connection subtly put out by Sampson apparently dawned upon the other. Somehow, through this girl, her father and cousin were to be betrayed. I got that impression, though I could not tell how true it was. Certainly, Wright"s jealousy was his paramount emotion.
Sampson thrust me sidewise off the porch. "Go away," he ordered. He did not look around to see if I came back. Quickly I leaped to my former position. He confronted Wright. He was beyond the table where the gun lay. They were close together. My moment had come. The game was mine--and a ball of fire burst in my brain to race all over me.
"To h.e.l.l with you!" burst out Wright incoherently. He was frenzied.
"I"ll have her or n.o.body else will!"
"You never will," returned Sampson stridently. "So help me G.o.d, I"d rather see her Ranger Steele"s wife than yours!"
While Wright absorbed that shock Sampson leaned toward him, all of hate and menace in his mien. They had forgotten the half-drunken cowboy.
"Wright, you made me what I am," continued Sampson. "I backed you, protected you, finally I went in with you. Now it"s ended. I quit you.
I"m done!" Their gray, pa.s.sion-corded faces were still as stones.
"Gentlemen," I called in clear, high, far-reaching voice, the intonation of authority, "you"re both done!"
They wheeled to confront me, to see my leveled gun. "Don"t move! Not a muscle! Not a finger!" I warned. Sampson read what Wright had not the mind to read. His face turned paler gray, to ashen.
"What d"ye mean?" yelled Wright fiercely, shrilly. It was not in him to obey my command, to see impending death. All quivering and strung, yet with perfect control, I raised my left hand to turn back a lapel of my open vest. The silver shield flashed brightly.
"United States deputy marshal in service of Ranger Steele!"
Wright howled like a dog. With barbarous and insane fury, with sheer, impotent folly, he swept a clawing hand for his gun. My shot broke his action as it cut short his life. Before Wright even tottered, before he loosed the gun, Sampson leaped behind him, clasped him with his left arm, quick as lightning jerked the gun from both clutching fingers and sheath. I shot at Sampson, then again, then a third time. All my bullets sped into the upheld nodding Wright. Sampson had protected himself with the body of the dead man. I had seen red flashes, puffs of smoke, had heard quick reports. Something stung my left arm. Then a blow like wind, light of sound yet shocking in impact, struck me, knocked me flat. The hot rend of lead followed the blow. My heart seemed to explode, yet my mind kept extraordinarily clear and rapid.
I raised myself, felt a post at my shoulder, leaned on it. I heard Sampson work the action of Wright"s gun. I heard the hammer click, fall upon empty sh.e.l.ls. He had used up all the loads in Wright"s gun. I heard him curse as a man cursed at defeat. I waited, cool and sure now, for him to show his head or other vital part from behind his bolster. He tried to lift the dead man, to edge him closer toward the table where the gun lay. But, considering the peril of exposing himself, he found the task beyond him. He bent, peering at me under Wright"s arm.
Sampson"s eyes were the eyes of a man who meant to kill me. There was never any mistaking the strange and terrible light of eyes like those.
More than once I had a chance to aim at them, at the top of Sampson"s head, at a strip of his side. But I had only two sh.e.l.ls left. I wanted to make sure. Suddenly I remembered Morton and his man. Then I pealed out a cry--hoa.r.s.e, strange, yet far-reaching. It was answered by a shout. Sampson heard it. It called forth all that was in the man. He flung Wright"s body off. But even as it dropped, before Sampson could recover to leap as he surely intended for the gun, I covered him, called piercingly to him. I could kill him there or as he moved. But one chance I gave him.
"Don"t jump for the gun! Don"t! I"ll kill you! I"ve got two sh.e.l.ls left!
Sure as G.o.d, I"ll kill you!"
He stood perhaps ten feet from the table where his gun lay. I saw him calculating chances. He was game. He had the courage that forced me to respect him. I just saw him measure the distance to that gun. He was magnificent. He meant to do it. I would have to kill him.
"Sampson, listen!" I cried, very swiftly. "The game"s up! You"re done!
But think of your daughter! I"ll spare your life, I"ll give you freedom on one condition. For her sake! I"ve got you nailed--all the proofs.
It was I behind the wall the other night. Blome, Hilliard, Pickens, Bo Snecker, are dead. I killed Bo Snecker on the way up here. There lies Wright. You"re alone. And here comes Morton and his men to my aid.
"Give up! Surrender! Consent to demands and I"ll spare you. You can go free back to your old country. It"s for Diane"s sake! Her life, perhaps her happiness, can be saved! Hurry, man! Your answer!"
"Suppose I refuse?" he queried, with a dark and terrible earnestness.
"Then I"ll kill you in your tracks! You can"t move a hand! Your word or death! Hurry, Sampson! I can"t last much longer. But I can kill you before I drop. Be a man! For her sake! Quick! Another second now--By G.o.d, I"ll kill you!"
"All right, Russ! I give my word," he said, and deliberately walked to the chair and fell into it, just as Morton came running up with his man.
"Put away your gun," I ordered them. "The game"s up. Snecker and Wright are dead. Sampson is my prisoner. He has my word he"ll be protected.
It"s for you to draw up papers with him. He"ll divide all his property, every last acre, every head of stock as you and Zimmer dictate. He gives up all. Then he"s free to leave the country, and he"s never to return."
Chapter 14
THROUGH THE VALLEY
Sampson looked strangely at the great b.l.o.o.d.y blot on my breast and his look made me conscious of a dark hurrying of my mind. Morton came stamping up the steps with blunt queries, with anxious mien. When he saw the front of me he halted, threw wide his arms.
"There come the girls!" suddenly exclaimed Sampson. "Morton, help me drag Wright inside. They mustn"t see him."
I was facing down the porch toward the court and corrals. Miss Sampson and Sally had come in sight, were swiftly approaching, evidently alarmed. Steele, no doubt, had remained out at the camp. I was watching them, wondering what they would do and say presently, and then Sampson and Johnson came to carry me indoors. They laid me on the couch in the parlor where the girls used to be so often.
"Russ, you"re pretty hard hit," said Sampson, bending over me, with his hands at my breast. The room was bright with sunshine, yet the light seemed to be fading.
"Reckon I am," I replied.
"I"m sorry. If only you could have told me sooner! Wright, d.a.m.n him!
Always I"ve split over him!"
"But the last time, Sampson."
"Yes, and I came near driving you to kill me, too. Russ, you talked me out of it. For Diane"s sake! She"ll be in here in a minute. This"ll be harder than facing a gun."
"Hard now. But it"ll--turn out--O.K."
"Russ, will you do me a favor?" he asked, and he seemed shamefaced.
"Sure."
"Let Diane and Sally think Wright shot you. He"s dead. It can"t matter.
And you"re hard hit. The girls are fond of you. If--if you go under--Russ, the old side of my life is coming back. It"s _been_ coming.
It"ll be here just about when she enters this room. And by G.o.d, I"d change places with you if I could."
"Glad you--said that, Sampson," I replied. "And sure--Wright plugged me.
It"s our secret. I"ve a reason, too, not--that--it--matters--much--now."
The light was fading. I could not talk very well. I felt dumb, strange, locked in ice, with dull little p.r.i.c.kings of my flesh, with dim rushing sounds in my ears. But my mind was clear. Evidently there was little to be done. Morton came in, looked at me, and went out. I heard the quick, light steps of the girls on the porch, and murmuring voices.
"Where"m I hit?" I whispered.
"Three places. Arm, shoulder, and a bad one in the breast. It got your lung, I"m afraid. But if you don"t go quick, you"ve a chance."
"Sure I"ve a chance."
"Russ, I"ll tell the girls, do what I can for you, then settle with Morton and clear out."