"An excellent mark for a Breed"s gun," added Bill. "Seems to me you"ll succeed," he went on politely. His eagle face was calmly sincere. The gray eyes looked steadily into those of the officer"s. Jacky was watching her lover keenly. The faintest suspicion of a smile was in her eyes.
"I should like to be there," she said simply, when Bill had finished.
"It"s mean bad luck being a girl. Say, d"you think I"d be in the way, sergeant?"
Horrocks looked over at her, and in his gaze was a look of admiration.
In the way he knew she would be, but he could not tell her so. Such spirit appealed to him.
"There would be much danger for you, Miss Jacky," he said. "My hands would be full, I could not look after you, and besides--" He broke off at the recollection of the old stories about this girl. Suddenly he wondered if he had been indiscreet. What if the stories were true. He ran cold at the thought. These people knew his plans. Then he looked into the girl"s beautiful face. No, it must be false. She could have nothing in common with the rascally Breeds.
"And besides--what?" Jacky said, smiling over at the policeman.
Horrocks shrugged.
"When Breeds are drunk they are not responsible."
"That settles it," the girl"s uncle said, with a forced laugh. He did not like Jacky"s tone. Knowing her, he feared she intended to be there to see the arrest.
Her uncle"s laugh nettled the girl a little, and with a slight elevation of her head, she said,--
"I don"t know."
Further talk now became impossible, for, at that moment the troopers arrived. Horrocks discovered that it was nearly ten o"clock. The moment for the start had come, and, with one accord, everybody rose from the table. In the bustle and handshaking of departure Jacky slipped away.
When, she returned the doctor and Mrs. Abbot were in the hall alone with "Lord" Bill. The latter was just leaving. "Poker" John was on the veranda seeing Horrocks off.
As Jacky came downstairs Aunt Margaret"s eyes fell upon the ominous holster and cartridge belt which circled the girl"s hips. She was dressed for riding. There could be no mistaking the determined set of her face.
"Jacky, my dear," said the old lady in dismay. "What are you doing?
Where are you going?"
"Guess I"m going to see the fun--I"ve a notion there"ll be some."
"But--"
"Don"t "but" me, Aunt Margaret, I take it you aren"t deaf."
The old lady relapsed into dignified silence, but there was much concern and a little understanding in her eyes as she watched the girl pa.s.s out to the corrals.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE PUSKY
A pusky is a half-breed dance. That is the literal meaning of the word.
The practical translation, however, is often different. In reality it is a debauch--a frightful orgie, when all the lower animal instincts--and they are many and strong in the half-breed--are given full sway. When drunkenness and b.e.s.t.i.a.l pa.s.sions rule the actions of these worse than savages. When murder and crimes of all sorts are committed without scruple, without even thought. Latterly things have changed, and these orgies are less frequent among the Breeds, or, at least, conducted with more regard for decorum. But we are talking of some years ago, at a time when the Breeds had to learn the meaning of civilization--before good order and government were thoroughly established in this great Western country; in the days when Indian "Sun" dances, and other barbarous functions were held. In the days of the Red River Jig, when a good fiddler of the same was held to be a man of importance; when the method of tuning the fiddle to the necessary pitch for the playing of that curious dance was a secret known only to a privileged few. Some might call them the "good" old days. "Bad" is the adjective which best describes that period.
When Horrocks and his men set out for the Breed camp they had discarded their police clothes and were clad in the uncouth garb of the half-breeds. They had even gone to the length of staining their faces to the coppery hue of the Indians. They were a ragged party, these hardy riders of the plains, as they embarked on their meditated capture of the desperate raider. All of the five were "tough" men, who regarded their own lives lightly enough--men who had seen many stirring times, and whose hairbreadth escapes from "tight" corners would have formed a lengthy narrative in themselves. They were going to they knew not what now, but they did not shrink from the undertaking. Their leader was a man whose daring often outweighed his caution, but, as they well knew, he was endowed with a reckless man"s luck, and they would sooner follow such as he--for they were sure of a busy time--than work with one of his more prudent colleagues.
At the half-breed camp was considerable bustle and excitement. The activity of the Breed is not proverbial; they are at best a lazy lot, but now men and women came and went bristling with energy to their finger tips. Preparations were nearing completion. The chief item of importance was the whisky supply, and this the treasurer, Baptiste, had made his personal care. A barrel of the vilest "rot-gut" that was ever smuggled into prohibition territory had been procured and carefully secreted. This formed the chief refreshment, and, doubtless, the "bluestone" with which its fiery contents were strengthened, would work the pa.s.sionate natures, on which it was to play, up to the proper crime-committing pitch.
The orgie was to be held in a barn of considerable dimensions. It was a ramshackle affair, reeking of old age and horses. The roof was decidedly porous in places, being so lame and disjointed that the starry resplendence of the summer sky was plainly visible from beneath it.
This, however, was a trifling matter, and of much less consequence than the question of s.p.a.ce. What few horse stalls had once occupied the building had been removed, and the mangers alone remained, with the odor of horse, to remind the guests of the original purpose of their ballroom. A careful manipulation of dingy Turkey red, and material which had once been white, struggled vainly to hide these mangers from view, while coa.r.s.e, rough boards which had at one time floored some of the stalls, served to cover in the tops and convert them into seats. The result was a triumph of characteristic ingenuity. The barn was converted into a place of the necessary requirements, but rendered hideous in the process.
Next came the disguising of the rafters and "collar-ties" of the building. This was a process which lent itself to the curiously warped artistic sense of the benighted people. Print--I mean cotton rags--was the chief idea of decoration. They understood these stuffs. They were cheap--or, at least, as cheap as anything sold at Lablache"s store.
Besides, print decorated the persons of the buxom Breed women, therefore what more appropriate than such stuff to cover the nakedness of the building. Festoons of print, flags of print, rosettes of print: these did duty for the occasion. The staring patterns gleamed on every beam, or hung in bald draping almost down to the height of an ordinary man"s head. The effect was strangely reminiscent of a second-hand clothes shop, and helped to foster the nauseating scent of the place.
A row of reeking oil lamps, swinging in crazy wire swings, were suspended down the center from the moldering beams, and in the diamond window s.p.a.ces were set a number of black bottles, the neck of each being stuffed with a tallow candle.
One corner of the room was set apart for the fiddler, and here a das of rough boarding, also draped in print stuff, was erected to meet the requirements of that honored personage. Such was the uncouth place where the Breeds proposed to hold their orgie. And of its cla.s.s it was an excellent example.
At ten o"clock the barn was lit up, and strangely bizarre was the result. The draught through the broken windows set the candles a-guttering, until rivers of yellow fat decorated the black bottles in which they were set. The stench from these, and from the badly-trimmed coal oil lamps down the center, blended disgustingly with the native odor of the place, until the atmosphere became heavy, pungent, revolting in the nostrils, and breathing became a labor after the sweet fresh air of the prairie outside.
Soon after this the dancers began to arrive. They came in their strange deckings of glaring colors, and many and varied were the types which soon filled the room. There were old men and there were young men. There were girls in their early teens, and toothless hags, decrepit and faltering. Faces which, in wild loveliness, might have vied with the white beauty of the daughters of the East. Faces seared and crumpled with weight of years and nights of debauchery. Men were there of superb physique, whilst others crouched huddled, with shuffling gait towards the manger seats, to seek rest for their rotting bones, and ease for their cramping muscles.
Many of the faces were marred by disease; small-pox was a prevalent scourge amongst these people. The effect of the pure air of the prairie was lost upon the germ-laden atmosphere which surrounded these dreadful camps. Crime, too, was stamped on many of the faces of those gathering in the reeking ballroom. The small bullet head with low, receding forehead; the square set jaws and sagging lips; the shifty, twinkling little eyes, narrow-set and of jetty hue; such faces were plentiful. Nor were these features confined to the male s.e.x alone. Truly it was a motley gathering, and not pleasant to look upon.
All, as they came, were merry with antic.i.p.ation; even the hags and the rheumatism-ridden male fossils croaked out their quips and coa.r.s.e pleasantries to each other with gleeful unctuousness, inspired by thoughts of the generous contents of the secreted barrel. Their watery eyes watered the more, as, on entering the room, they glanced round seeking to discover the fiery store of liquor, which they hoped to help to dispose of. It was a loathsome sight to behold these miserable wretches gathering together with no thought in their beast-like brains but of the ample food and drink which they intended should fall to their share. Crabbed old age seeking rejuvenation in gut-burning spirit.
The room quickly filled, and the chattering of many and strange tongues lent an apish tone to the function. The French half-breed predominated, and these spoke their b.a.s.t.a.r.d lingo with that rapidity and bristling elevation of tone which characterizes their Gallic relatives. It seemed as though each were trying to talk his neighbor down, and the process entailed excited shriekings which made the old barn ring again.
Baptiste, with a perfect understanding of the people, served out the spirit in pannikins with a lavish hand. It was as well to inspire these folk with the potent liquor from the start, that their energies might be fully aroused for the dance.
When all, men and women alike, had partaken of an "eye-opener," Baptiste gave the signal, and the fiddler struck up his plaintive wail. The reedy strings of his instrument shrieked out the long-drawn measure of a miserable waltz, the company paired off, and the dance began.
Whatever else may be the failings of the Breeds they can dance. Dancing is as much a part of their nature as is the turning of a dog twice before he lies down, a feature of the canine race. Those who were physically incapable of dancing lined the walls and adorned the manger seats. For the rest, they occupied the sanded floor, and danced until the dust clouded the air and added to the choking foulness of the atmosphere.
The shrieking fiddle lured this savage people, and its dreadful tone was music of the sweetest to their listening ears. This was a people who would dance. They would dance so long as they could stand.
More drink followed the first dance. Baptiste had not yet recognized the pitch of enthusiasm which must promise a successful evening. The quant.i.ties of liquor thus devoured were appalling. The zest increased.
The faces wearing an habitual frown displayed a budding smile. The natural smiler grinned broadly. All warmed to the evening"s amus.e.m.e.nt.
Now came the festive barn dance. The moccasined feet pounded the filthy floor, and the dust gathered thick round the gums of the hard-breathing dancers. The noise of coa.r.s.e laughter and ribald shoutings increased.
All were pleased with themselves, but more pleased still with the fiery liquid served out by Baptiste. The scene grew more wild as time crept on, and the effect of the liquor made itself apparent. The fiddler labored cruelly at his wretched instrument. His task was no light one, but he spared himself no pains. His measure must be even, his tone almost unending to satisfy his countrymen. He understood them, as did Baptiste. To fail in his work would mean angry protests from those he served, and angry protests amongst the Breeds generally took the form of a shower of leaden bullets. So he sc.r.a.ped away with aching limbs, and with heavy foot pounding out the time upon the crazy das. He must play until long after daylight, until his fingers cramped, and his old eyes would remain open no longer.
Peter Retief had not as yet put in an appearance. Horrocks was at his post viewing the scene from outside one of the broken windows. His men were hard by, concealed at certain points in the shelter of some straggling bush which surrounded the stable. Horrocks, with characteristic energy and disregard for danger, had set himself the task of spying out the land. He had a waiting game to play, but the result he hoped would justify his action.
The scene he beheld was not new to him, his duties so often carried him within the precincts of a half-breed camp. No one knew the Breeds better than did this police officer.
Time pa.s.sed. Again and again the fiddle ceased its ear-maddening screams as refreshment was partaken of by the dancers. Wilder and wilder grew the scene as the potent liquor took hold of its victims. They danced with more and more reckless abandon as each time they returned to step it to the fiddler"s patient measure. Midnight approached and still no sign of Retief. Horrocks grew restless and impatient.
Once the fiddle ceased, and the officer watching saw all eyes turn to the princ.i.p.al entrance to the barn. His heart leapt in antic.i.p.ation as he gazed in the direction. Surely this sudden cessation could only herald the coming of Retief.
He saw the door open as he craned forward to look. For the moment he could not see who entered; a crowd obscured his view. He heard a cheer and a clapping of hands, and he rejoiced. Then the crowd parted and he saw the slim figure of a girl pa.s.s down the center of the reeking den.
She was clad in buckskin shirt and dungaree skirt. At the sight he muttered a curse. The newcomer was Jacky Allandale.