The heart of Kate stood in her eyes as she looked at Lee Haines.
"Sit down a minute, Dan, and I"ll tell you about it."
Barry slipped into a chair which he had pulled to one side--so that the back of it was towards the wall, and every one in the room was before him.
Chapter XIV. Suspense
The help which Lee Haines wanted, it turned out, was guidance across a difficult stretch of country which he and Buck Daniels wanted to prospect, and while he talked Barry listened uneasily. It was const.i.tutionally impossible for him to say no when a favor was asked of him, and Haines counted heavily on that characteristic; in the meantime Black Bart lay on the hearth with his wistful eyes turned steadily up to the master; and Buck Daniels went to Kate on the farther side of the room. She sat quivering, alternately crushing and soothing Joan with the strength of her caresses. Buck drew a chair close, with his back half towards the fire.
"Turn around a little, Kate," he cautioned. "Don"t let Dan see your face."
She obeyed him automatically.
"Is there a hope, Buck? What have I done to deserve this? I don"t want to live; I want to die! I want to die!"
"Steady, steady!" he cut in, and his face was working. "If you keep on like this you"ll bust down in a minute or two. And you know what tears do to Dan; he"ll be out of this house like a scairt coyote. Brace up!"
She struggled and won a partial control.
"I"m fighting hard, Buck."
"Fight harder still. You ought to know him better than I do. When he"s like this it drives him wild to have other folks thinkin" about him."
He looked over to Dan. In spite of the bowed head of the latter as he listened to Haines yarning he gave an impression of electric awareness to all that was around him.
"Talk soft," whispered Buck. "Maybe he knows we"re talkin" about him."
He raised his voice out of the whisper, breaking in on a sentence about Joan, as if this were the tenor of their talk. Then he lowered his tone again.
"Think quick. Talk soft. Do you want Dan kept here?"
"For G.o.d"s sake, yes."
"Suppose the posse gets him here?"
"We musn"t dodge the law."
They were gauging their voices with the closest precision. Talking like this so close to Barry was like dancing among flasks of nitroglycerine.
Once, and once only, Lee Haines cast a desperate eye across to them, begging them to come to his rescue, then he went back to his talk with Dan, raising his voice to shelter the conference of the other two.
"If they come, he"ll fight."
"No, he isn"t at the fighting pitch yet, I know!"
"If you"re wrong they"ll be dead men here."
"He sees no difference between the death of a horse and the death of a man. He feels that the law has no score against him. He"ll go quietly."
"And we"ll find ways of fightin" the law?"
"Yes, but it needs money."
"I"ve got a stake."
"G.o.d bless you, Buck."
"Take my advice."
"What?"
"Let him go now."
She glanced at him wildly.
"Kate, he"s gone already."
"No, no, no!"
"I say he"s gone. Look at his eyes."
"I don"t dare."
"The yaller is comin" up in "em. He"s wild again." She shook her head in mute agony. Buck Daniels groaned, softly.
"Then they"s goin" to be a small-sized h.e.l.l started around this cabin before mornin"."
He got up and went slowly back towards the fire. Lee Haines was talking steadily, leisurely, going round and round his subject again and again, and Barry listened with bowed head, but his eyes were fixed upon those of the wolf-dog at his feet. When he grew restless, Haines chained him to the chair with some direct question, yet it was a hard game to play.
All this time the posse might be gathering around the cabin; and the forehead of Haines whitened and glistened with sweat. His voice was the only living thing in the cabin, after a time, sketching his imaginary plans for the benefit of Barry--his voice and the wistful eyes of Joan which kept steadily on Daddy Dan. Something has come between them and lifted a barrier which she could not understand, and with all her aching child"s heart she wondered at it.
For the second time that evening the wolf stood up on the hearth, but he was not yet on his feet before Dan was out of his chair and standing close to the wall, where the shadows swallowed him. Lee Haines sat with his lips frozen on the next unspoken word. Two shadows, whose feet made no sound, Black Bart and Dan glided to the door and peered into the night--then Barry went back, step by step, until his back was once more to the wall. Not until that instant did the others hear. It was a step which approached behind the house; a loud rap at the back door.
It was the very loudness of the knock which made Kate draw a breath of relief; if it had been a stealthy tap she would have screamed. He who rapped did not wait for an answer; they heard the door creak open, the sound of a heavy man"s step.
"It"s Vic," said Dan quietly, and then the door opened which led into the kitchen and the tall form of Gregg entered. He paused there.
"Here I am again, ma"am."
"Good evening," she answered faintly.
He cleared his throat, embarra.s.sed.
"Darned if I didn"t play a fool game today--h.e.l.lo, Dan."
The other nodded.
"Rode in a plumb circle and come back where I started." He laughed, and the laughter broke off a little shortly. He stepped to the wall and hung up his bridle on its peg, which is the immemorial manner of asking hospitality in the mountain-desert. "Hope I ain"t puttin" you out, Kate.