His hand shot out like lightning, the blue steel of his revolver flashing. Lacy flung up his arms, and backed down out of view, but just beyond where he had stood, a gun barked from out the chaparral and a bullet crashed against the rock scarcely a foot from Brennan"s head.
The latter answered it so promptly the two reports sounded almost as one, and then rolled back into shelter, laughing as though the whole affair was a joke.
"One ov Mike"s little tricks," he chuckled, peering back at the sh.o.r.e, "I know the bark of that old girl. Hope I p.r.i.c.ked him. That guy used to be a good shot, too, afore he got to drinkin" so much. I reckon we"re in fer a siege, Jim."
Westcott extended his hand.
"It"s mighty white of you, Dan, to stay by me," he said gravely. "It"s liable to cost you your job."
"Ter h.e.l.l with the job. I kin earn more in the mines eny day. I"m not doin" eny more for you than I would fer eny other galoot in bad. I wouldn"t let "em lynch a hoss-thief without givin" "em a fight first.
Don"t be givin" any sympathy ter me."
"But we haven"t any chance."
"Well, I don"t know about that now," and the marshal looked up and down the stream thoughtfully. "It might be worse. Look a here, Jim. I said I"d "a" stayed with yer no matter what yer was guilty of, so long as yer was my prisoner, an" that"s the gospel truth. There ain"t a goin" ter be no lynchin" in Haskell while I"m marshal, unless them rats get me first. But this yere case ain"t even that kind. It"s a put-up job frum the beginnin" an" Bill Lacy ain"t a goin" ter get away with it, as long as I kin either fight er bluff. This yere fuss ain"t your fault, an" yer never shot the man either."
"No. I didn"t, Dan. I never fired a gun."
"I know it; that"s why all h.e.l.l can"t pry me loose. I saw most ov the row, an" I reckon I ain"t so dumb that I can"t catch onto the game what Lacy is tryin" ter play. I didn"t hear what you an" him was talkin"
about, so I don"t know just the cause o" the rumpus, but the way he played his hand didn"t make no hit with me."
"You saw what happened?"
"Sure; it didn"t look good ter me, his gittin" yer ter come ter his place, specially when I knew he wasn"t there alone; so, after ye"d gone in through the saloon, I sa.s.shayed down the alley an" took a peek in through that rear window. The tarnation thing is barred up with sheet iron, an" I couldn"t see much, nor hear a blame word, but I caught on that there was liable ter be a row a fore it was over with. Through that peep-hole I got sight o" you, Lacy, an" that fat feller--what"s his name?"
"Enright, a New York lawyer."
"That"s it; well I could make out the three of yer, but I never got sight of the other buck--his name was Beaton, wasn"t it?--till he came out from behind the curtain and gripped yer. It was a put-up job all right, an" maybe I ought to have hustled round to the door an" took a hand. But I don"t aim to mix up in no scrimmage as long as both sides has got a fair show. Course thar was three ag"in" one, but arter you kicked the wind out o" the lawyer, the odds wasn"t so bad, an" I sorter hated to lose out seeing how the sc.r.a.p came out. Holy smoke! but you sure put up some dandy fight, Jim. I ain"t seen nuthin" better since I struck this yere camp. You had them two guys licked to a frazzle, when that Enright come back to life agin, an" crawled out on the floor an"
picked up your gun. The fust thing I knew he had it, an" the next thing I knew he"d pulled the trigger. He meant it fer you, but Beaton got it."
"It was Enright then who fired the shot?"
"Sure it was Enright; I saw him, but that didn"t cut any ice after I got inside. Do you see? The whole crowd was Lacy"s gang; they"d do whatever he said. It was your gun that had the discharged cartridge; Bill was yellin" that you fired it, and Enright, o" course, would have backed him up to save his own neck. You was in a fight with the feller what was shot. See! It was a mighty ugly fix, an" n.o.body in that outfit would "a" listened to me. It struck me, son, that Lacy was all-fired anxious to get rid of you--he saw a chance, and jumped for it. What was the row about--your mine?"
"Partly, but mostly another affair. The best thing I can do is tell you about it. What"s going on up there?"
He pointed up the stream, and Brennan shaded his eyes to look, although careful to keep well under cover, confident that any movement would be observed from the sh.o.r.e. He gazed for some time before he seemed entirely satisfied.
"A bunch of the boys crossin" the old ford," he said quietly. "Goin"
to picket the other bank, I reckon. There"s likely to be some more comin" down the opposite way from the bridge. That"s Lacy"s idea--to starve us out."
"They seem quiet enough."
"There won"t be any more fightin" unless we try to get away, I reckon.
They know we are armed and can shoot. You better keep down, though, Jim, for they"re sure a watchin" us all right, an" all Lacy cares about is to put you out o" the way. He"d just as soon do it with a bullet as a rope. Go on with your story."
Westcott told it simply, but in full detail, beginning with the discovery of ore in his mine, and including his telegram to Fred Cavendish; the discovery of what was supposed to be the dead body of the latter in the Waldron Apartments, New York; the investigations into the mystery of his death by Willis and Miss Donovan, and the despatching of Miss Donovan to Haskell to intercept Enright"s party; the arrival of the latter and the events, so far as he understood them, leading up to the forcible abduction of the girl.
The marshal listened quietly to the narrative, the quick action of his jaws alone evidencing his interest, although he occasionally interposed a question. Except for Westcott"s voice there was no sound, beyond the lapping of water against the rock, and no figures of men became visible along either bank. The party above had crossed the stream, and disappeared up a ravine, and nothing remained to indicate that these two were fugitives, hiding for their lives, and facing a desperate expedient in an effort to escape their pursuers. As the speaker finally concluded the silence was almost oppressive.
"How do yer suppose Bill Lacy got into the affair?" asked Brennan, at last thoughtfully. "I don"t put no sorter deviltry beyond him, yer understand, but I don"t quite see how he ever come to get mixed up in this yere New York mess. Seems like he had enough h.e.l.l brewing here at home."
"I"m just as much in the dark as you are, as to that," admitted Westcott doubtfully. "I am convinced, however, that Cavendish is still alive, and that another body strangely resembling his was found in the New York apartments. According to Enright this was not part of their scheme, but merely an accident of which they took advantage. How true this is will never be known unless we discover Cavendish, and learn his story. Now, if he is alive, where has he been concealed, and for what purpose? Another thing begins to loom up. The mere hiding of the man was all right so long as the conspirators were not suspected. But now when they are aware that they are being followed, what is likely to happen? Will they become desperate enough to kill their victim, hoping thus to destroy absolutely the evidence of their crime? Will their vengeance also include Miss Donovan?"
"Not unless they can get you out of the way first," decided the marshal grimly. "That is Lacy"s most important job--you are more dangerous to them now than the girl. That meeting to-day was prearranged, and Beaton was expected to land you. That was why he hid behind the curtain, but something caused him to make a false move; they never expected you to put up that sort o" fight, Jim, for n.o.body knew yer in this camp fer a fightin" man. But what"s yer theory "bout Cavendish?
Let"s leave the dead man in New York go, an" get down ter cases."
"I figure it out like this, Dan. I believe Fred got my telegram, and decided to come out here at once without telling anybody what his plans were. All he did was to make a will, so as to dispose of his property in case anything happened. His employing Enright for that job unfortunately put the whole thing in the hands of this crowd. They were ready to act, and they acted. Beaton must have taken the same train, and the two men got friendly; probably they never knew each other in New York, but, being from the same place, it was easy enough to strike up an acquaintance. What occurred on board is all guesswork, but a sudden blow at night, on an observation platform, at some desert station, is not impossible; or it might be sickness, and the two men left behind to seek a physician. Here was where Lacy must have come in. He goes East occasionally, doesn"t he?"
"Sure; come to think of it he was in New York "bout three months ago on some cattle deal, an" I heard he had an agent there sellin" wildcat minin" stock. There ain"t no doubt in my mind but he knew some o"
these fellers. They wouldn"t "a" planned this unless they had some cache fixed out yere in this country--that"s plain as a wart on the nose. But whar is it? I"ll bet yer that if we ever find Cavendish, we"ll find the girl along with him; an" what"s more, that spot ain"t liable ter be more"n fifty miles from Haskell."
"What makes you think that?"
""Cause this is Lacy"s bailiwick, an" thar ain"t no man knows this country better"n he does; he"s rode it night and day for ten years, an"
most o" the hangers-on in this camp get money out o" him one way er another--mostly another. Then, why should Enright an" his crowd come yere, unless that was a fact? They must have come for something; that lawyer ain"t yere on no minin" deal; an" no more has Beaton been layin"
round town fer a month doin" nuthin" but drinkin" whisky. The whole blame outfit is right here in Haskell, and they wouldn"t be if this wasn"t headquarters. That"s good common sense, ain"t it?" He stopped suddenly, patting his hand on the rock, and then lifting his head to scan the line of sh.o.r.e. "They"re there all right, Jim," he announced.
"I just got a glimpse o" two back in the brush yonder. What made yer ask me "bout Pasqual Mendez this mornin"? You don"t hook the Mexican up with this affair, do yer?"
"Sadie told me she heard Enright speak of him at breakfast; that was all she heard, just the name."
"Sadie? Oh, the red-headed waitress at Timmons"s, you mean? Big Tim"s girl?"
"Yes; she was the one who saw Miss Donovan forced into the wagon, and driven off."
"And they took the old Shoshone trail; out past Hennessey"s ranch?"
"So she described it. Does that mean anything?"
Brennan did not answer at once, sitting silent, his brows wrinkled, staring through a creva.s.se of the rock up the stream. Finally he grinned into the anxious face of the other.
"Danged if I know," he said drawlingly. "Maybe it does, and maybe again it don"t. I was sorter puttin" this an" that tergether. There"s a Mex who used to hang about here a couple of years ago they allers said belonged to Mendez"s gang. His name is Cateras, a young feller, an" a h.e.l.l ov a gambler. It just comes ter me that he was in the Red Dog three er four nights ago playin" monte. I didn"t see him myself, but Joe Mapes said he was there, an" that makes it likely "nough that Mendez isn"t so blame far away."
"And he and Lacy have interests in common?"
"That is the rumour. I never got hold ov any proof, but Lacy has shipped a pile o" cattle out o" Villa Real, although why he should ever drive his cows there across the desert instead o" shippin" them here in Haskell or Taylorville, I never could understand. That"s the princ.i.p.al reason I"ve got for thinkin" he an" Mendez are in cahoots, an" if they be, then the Mexican must have some kind o" a camp out there in the sand whar he hides between raids; though, d.a.m.n if I know whar it can be." He paused reflectively. "It"ll be like hunting a needle in the haystack, Jim, but I reckon you an" I"ll have to get out that way, an"
we might have luck enough to stumble onto the old devil."
Westcott changed his position, inadvertently bringing his head above the protection of the rock. Instantly there was a sharp report, and a speeding bullet grazed his hair, flattening out against the stone. The rapidity with which he ducked caused the marshal to laugh.
"Not hurt, are you? No. That was a rifle; Mike isn"t such a bad shot with that weapon. He"s over there behind that tree--see the smoke? If the cuss pokes his head out, I"ll try the virtue of this .45; it ought to carry that far. Hah! there he is; I made the bark fly anyway."
CHAPTER XXIII: THE ESCAPE
The afternoon wore away slowly, the two men realising more and more clearly the nature of the siege. Their only safety lay in the protection of the rocks, as they were now entirely surrounded, and fired upon from either bank the moment either raised a head. No attempt was made, however, to a.s.sault their position, nor did they often return the fire, desiring to preserve for future use their small supply of ammunition. Brennan remained watchful, but silent, brooding over his plans for the night, but Westcott became overpowered by fatigue and slept quietly for several hours.