He threw his arms out, clear of his holster and turned that Barry might draw his revolver. Vaguely he knew that Haines and Buck had drawn swiftly close to him from either side; vaguely he heard the cry of Kate; but all that he clearly understood was the merciless, unmoved face of Barry. It was pretense; with all his being he wanted to die, but when Barry made no move to strike he turned desperately to the others.
"Do the job for him. He saved my life and then I used it to sell him.
Daniels, Haines, I got no use for livin"."
"Vic," he said, "take--this!--and march to your friends outside; and when you get through them, plant a forty-five slug in your own dirty heart and then rot." Haines held out his gun with a gesture of contempt.
But Kate slipped in front of him, white and anguish.
"It was the girl you told me about, Vic?" she said. "You did it to get back to her?"
He dropped his head.
"Dan, let him go!"
"I got no thought of usin" him."
"Why not?" cried Vic suddenly. "I"ll do the way Haines said. Or else let me stay here and fight "em off with you. Dan, for G.o.d"s sake give me one chance to make good."
It was like talking to a face of stone.
"The door"s open for you, and waitin". One thing before you go. That"s the same gang you told me about before? Ronicky Joe, Harry Fisher, Gus Reeve, Mat Henshaw, Sliver Waldron and Pete Gla.s.s?"
"Harry Fisher"s dead, Dan, if you"ll give me one fightin" chance to play square now--"
"Tell "em that I know "em. Tell "em one thing more. I thought Grey Molly was worth only one man. But I was wrong. They"ve done me dirt and played crooked. They come huntin" me--with a decoy. Now tell "em from me that Grey Molly is worth seven men, and she"s goin" to be paid for in full."
He stepped to the wall and took down the bridle which Vic had hung there.
"I guess you"ll be needin" this?"
It ended all talk; it even seemed to Gregg that as soon as he received the bridle from the hand of Barry the truce ended with a sudden period and war began. He turned slowly away.
Chapter XVI. Man-Hunting
As Vic Gregg left the house, the new moon peered at him over a black mountain-top, a sickle of white with a half imaginary line rounding the rest of the circle, and to the shaken mind of Vic it seemed as if a ghostly spectator had come out to watch the tragedy among the peaks. At the line of the rocks the sheriff spoke.
"Gregg, you"ve busted your contract. You didn"t bring him out."
Vic threw his revolver on the ground.
"I bust the rest of it here and now. I"m through. Put on your irons and take me back. Hang me and be d.a.m.ned to you, but I"ll do no more to double-cross him."
Sliver Waldron drew from his pocket something which jangled faintly, but the sheriff stopped him with a word. He sat up behind his rock.
"I got an idea, Gregg, that you"ve finished up your job and double-crossed us! Does he know that I"m out here? Sit down there out of sight."
"I"ll do that," said Gregg, obeying, "because you got the right to make me, but you ain"t got the right to make me talk, and nothin" this side of h.e.l.l can pry a word out of me!"
The sheriff drew down his brows until his eyes were merely cavities of blackness. Very tenderly he fondled the rifle-b.u.t.t which lay across his knees, and never in the mountain-desert had there been a more humbly unpretentious figure of a man.
He said: "Vic, I been thinkin" that you had the man-sized makin"s of a skunk, but I"m considerable glad to see I"ve judged you wrong. Sit quiet here. I ain"t goin" to put no irons on you if you give me your parole."
"I"ll see you in h.e.l.l before I give you nothin". I was a man, or a partways man, till I met up with you tonight, and now I"m a houn"-dog that"s done my partner dirt! G.o.d amighty, what made me do it?"
He beat his knuckles against his forehead.
"What you"ve done you can"t undo," answered the sheriff. "Vic, I"ve seen gents do considerable worse than you"ve done and come clean afterwards.
You"re goin" to get off for what you"ve done to Blondy, and you"re goin"
to live straight afterwards. You"re goin" to get married and you"re goin" to play white. Why, man, I had to use you as far as I could. But you think I wanted you to bring me out Barry? You couldn"t look Betty square in the face if you"d done what you set out to do. Now, I ain"t pressin" you, but I done some scouting while you was away, and I heard four men"s voices in the house. Can you tell me who"s there?"
"You"ve played square, Pete," answered Vic hoa.r.s.ely, "and I"ll do my part. Go down and get on your hosses and ride like h.e.l.l; because in ten minutes you"re goin" to have three bad ones around your necks."
A mutter came from the rest of the posse, for this was rather more than they had planned ahead. The sheriff, however, only sighed, and as the moonlight increased Vic could see that he was deeply, childishly contented, for in the heart of the little dusty man there was that inextinguishable spark, the love of battle. Chance had thrown him on the side of the law, but sooner or later dull times were sure to come and then Pete Gla.s.s would cut out work of his own making go bad. The love of the man-trail is a pa.s.sion that works in two ways, and they who begin by hunting will in the end be the hunted; the mountain-desert is filled with such histories.
"Three to five," said the sheriff, "sounds more interestin", Vic."
A sudden pa.s.sion to destroy that a.s.sured calm rose in Gregg.
"Three common men might make you a game," he said, glowering, "but them ain"t common ones. One of "em I don"t know, but he has a d.a.m.ned nervous hand. Another is Lee Haines!"
He had succeeded in part, at least. The sheriff sat bolt erect; he seemed to be hearing distant music.
"Lee Haines!" he murmured. "That was Jim Silent"s man. They say he was as fast with a gun as Jim himself." He sighed again. "They"s nothing like a big man, Vic, to fill your sights."
"Daniels and Haines, suppose you count them off agin" the rest of your gang, Pete. That leaves Barry for you." He grinned maliciously. "D"you know what Barry it is?"
"It"s a kind of common name, Vic."
"Pete, have you heard of Whistlin" Dan?"
No doubt about it, he had burst the confidence of the sheriff into fragments. The little man began to pant and even in the dim light Vic could see that his face was working.
"Him!" he said at length. And then: "I might of knowed! Him!" He leaned closer. "Keep it to yourself, Vic, or you"ll have the rest of the boys runnin" for cover before the fun begins."
He snuggled a little closer to his rock and turned his head towards the house.
"Him!" he said again.
Columbus, when he saw the land of his dream wavering blue in the distance, might have hailed it with such a heart-filling whisper, and Vic knew that when these two met, these two slender, small men--with the uneasy hands, there would be a battle whose fame would ring from range to range.
"If they was only a bit more light," muttered the sheriff. "My G.o.d, Vic, why ain"t the moon jest a mite nearer the full!"
After that, not a word for a long time until the lights in the house were suddenly extinguished.
"So they won"t show up agin no background when they make their run,"
murmured the sheriff. He pushed up his hat brim so that it covered his eyes more perfectly. "Boys, get ready. They"re comin" now!"