"No talk here." Gautier was serious, and his words conveyed a lot. "It"s bad medicine your coming to-night. But there," with a return to his cunning look, "I don"t know that I"ve got anything to tell."
Horrocks laughed softly.
"Yes--yes, I know. You needn"t be afraid." Then lowering his voice: "I"ve got a roll of bills in my pocket."
"Ah, then don"t stay here talking. There"s lots to tell, but they"d kill me if they suspected. Where can I see you--quiet-like? They won"t lose sight of me if they can help it, but I reckon I"m good for the best of "em."
The man"s attempt to look sincere was almost ludicrous. His cunning eyes twinkled with cupidity. Horrocks kept his voice down.
"Right. I shall be at Lablache"s store in an hour"s time. You must see me to-night." Then aloud, for the benefit of listening ears, "You be careful what you are doing. This promiscuous buying of wives, with cattle which you may have difficulty in accounting for your possession of, will lead you into trouble. Mind, I"ve warned you. Just look to it."
His last sentences were called out as he moved away, and Gautier quite understood.
Horrocks did not return the way he had come, but took a circuitous route through the camp. He was a man who never lost a chance in his work, and now, while he was in the midst of that criminal haunt, he thought it as well to take a look round. He hardly knew what he expected to find out--if anything. But he required information of Retief, and he was fully alive to the fact that all that individual"s movements would be known here. He trusted to luck to help him to discover something.
The smartest of men have to work against overwhelming odds in the detection of crime. Many and devious are the ways of men whose hand is against the law. Surely is the best detective a mere babe in the hands of a clever criminal. In this instance the very thing that Horrocks was in search of was about to be forced upon him. For underlying that information was a deep-laid scheme.
Never can reliance be placed in a true half-breed. The heathen Chinee is the ideal of truth and honesty when his wiles are compared with the dark ways of the Breed. Horrocks, with all his experience, was no match for the dusky-visaged outcast of the plains. Gautier had been deputied to convey certain information to Lablache by the patriarchs of the camp.
And with his native cunning he had decided, on the appearance of Sergeant Horrocks, to extort a price for that which it was his duty to tell. Besides this, as matters had turned out, Horrocks was to receive gratis that for which he would shortly pay Gautier.
He had made an almost complete circuit of the camp. Accustomed as he was to such places, the stench of it almost made him sick. He came to a stand close beside one of the outlying teepees. He was just preparing to fill his pipe and indulge in a sort of disinfecting smoke when he became aware of voices talking loudly close by. The sound proceeded from the teepees. From force of habit he listened. The tones were gruff, and almost Indian-like in the brevity of expression. The language was the b.a.s.t.a.r.d jargon of the French half-breed. For a moment he was doubtful.
Then his attention became riveted.
"Yes," said one voice, "he is a good man, is Peter. When he has plenty he spends it. He does not rob the poor Breed. Only the gross white man.
Peter is clever. Very."
Then another voice, deep-toned and full, took up the eulogy.
"Peter knows how to spend his money. He spends it among his friends. It is good. How much whisky will he buy, think you?"
Another voice chipped in at this point, and Horrocks strained his ears to catch the words, for the voice was the voice of a female and her utterance was indistinct.
"He said he would pay for everything--all we could eat and drink--and that the pusky should be held the night after to-morrow. He will come himself and dance the Red River jig. Peter is a great dancer and will dance all others down."
Then the first speaker laughed.
"Peter must have a long stocking if he would pay for all. A barrel of rye would not go far, and as for food, he must bring several of the steers which he took from old Lablache if he would feed us. But Peter is always as good as his word. He said he would pay. And he will pay. When does he come to prepare?"
"He does not come. He has left the money with Baptiste, who will see to everything. Peter will not give "the Ferret" a chance."
"But how? The dance will be a danger to him," said the woman"s voice.
"What if "the Ferret" hears?"
"He will not hear, and, besides, Peter will be prepared if the d.a.m.ned police come. Have no fear for Peter. He is bold."
The voices ceased and Horrocks waited a little longer. But presently, when the voices again became audible, the subject of conversation had changed, and he realized that he was not likely to hear more that would help him. So, with great caution, he stole quickly away to where his horse was tied. He mounted hastily and rode off, glad to be away from that reeking camp, and greatly elated with the success of the visit.
He had learned a lot. And he was to hear more yet from Gautier. He felt that the renowned "hustler" was already in his clutches. His spurs went sharply into his broncho"s flanks and he raced over the prairie towards the settlement. Possibly he should have known better than to trust to the overhearing of that conversation. His knowledge of the Breeds should have warned him to put little faith in what he had heard. But he was eager. His reputation was largely at stake over this affair, and that must be the excuse for the rashness of his faith. However, the penalty of his folly was to be his, therefore blame can well be spared.
CHAPTER XVI
GAUTIER CAUSES DISSENSION
"Sit down and let me hear the--worst."
Lablache"s voice rasped harshly as he delivered his mandate. Horrocks had just arrived at the money-lender"s store after his visit to the half-breed camp. The police-officer looked weary. And the dejected expression on his face had drawn from his companion the hesitating superlative.
"Have you got anything to eat?" Horrocks retorted quickly, ignoring the other"s commands. "I am famished. Had nothing since I set out from Stormy Cloud. I can"t talk on an empty stomach."
Lablache struck a table bell sharply, and one of his clerks, all of whom were still working in the store, entered. The money-lender"s clerks always worked early and late. It was part of the great man"s creed to sweat his _employees_.
"Just go over to the saloon, Markham, and tell them to send supper for one--something substantial," he called out after the man, who hastened to obey with the customary precipitance of all who served the flinty financier.
The man disappeared in a twinkling and Lablache turned to his visitor again.
"They"ll send it over at once. There"s some whisky in that bottle,"
pointing to a small cabinet, through the gla.s.s door of which gleamed the white label of "special Glenlivet." "Help yourself. It"ll buck you up."
Horrocks obeyed with alacrity, and the genial spirit considerably refreshed him. He then reseated himself opposite to his host, who had faced round from his desk.
"My news is not the--worst, as you seem to antic.i.p.ate; although, perhaps, it might have been better," the officer began. "In fact, I am fairly well pleased with the result of my day"s work."
"Which means, I take it, that you have discovered a clew."
Lablache"s heavy eyes gleamed.
"Rather more than a clew," Horrocks went on reflectively. "My information relates more to the man than to the beasts. We shall, I think, lay our hands on this--Retief."
"Good--good," murmured the money-lender, inclining his heavy jowled head. "Find the man and we shall recover the cattle."
"I am not so sure of that," put in the other. "However, we shall see."
Lablache looked slightly disappointed. The capture of Retief seemed to him synonymous with the recovery of his stock. However, he waited for his visitor to proceed. The money-lender was essentially a man to draw his own conclusions after hearing the facts, and no opinion of another was likely to influence him when once those conclusions were arrived at.
Lablache was a strong man mentally and physically. And few cared to combat his decisions or opinions.
For a moment further talk was interrupted by the entry of a man with Horrocks"s supper. When the fellow had withdrawn the police-officer began his repast and the narration of his story at the same time.
Lablache watched and listened with an undisturbed concentration. He lost no point, however small, in the facts as stated by the officer. He refrained from interruption, excepting where the significance of certain points in the story escaped him, and, at the conclusion, he was as conversant with the situation as though he had been present at the investigation. The great man was profoundly impressed with what he heard. Not so much with the shrewdness of the officer as with the simple significance of the loss of further trace of the cattle at the edge of the muskeg. Up to this point of the story he felt a.s.sured that Horrocks was to be perfectly relied upon, but, for the rest, he was not so sure.
He felt that though this man was the finest tracker in the country the delicate science of deduction was not necessarily an accompaniment to his prairie abilities. Therefore, for the moment, he concentrated his thoughts upon the features surrounding the great keg.
"It is a curious thing," he said retrospectively, as the policeman ceased speaking, "that in all previous raids of this Retief we have invariably tracked the lost stock down to this point. Of course, as you say, there is not the slightest doubt that the beasts have been herded over the keg. Everything seems to me to hinge on the discovery of that path. That is the problem which confronts us chiefly. How are we to find the secret of the crossing?"
"It cannot be done," said Horrocks, simply but with decision.
"Nonsense," exclaimed the other, with a heavy gasp of breath. "Retief knows it, and the others with him. Those cattle could not have been herded over single-handed. Now to me it seems plain that the crossing is a very open secret amongst the Breeds."