The sun was already sinking behind the range of mountains when he finally aroused himself, and sat up. There was no apparent change in the situation; the running water murmured musically against the rocks, the distant banks, already in shadow, exhibited no sign of human presence. Below in the distance was the deserted street of the town, and farther away a few of the shacks were visible. The scene was peaceable enough, and the awakened sleeper could scarcely comprehend that he was in truth a fugitive being hunted for his life, that all about him were men eager to kill, watchful of the slightest movement.
It was rather the sight of Brennan which restored his faculties, and yielded clear memory. The latter greeted him with a good-humoured grin.
"Well, do you feel better, Jim?" he asked pleasantly. "Thought I"d let you sleep as long as I could, for we"ve got some job ahead of us.
Sorry thar ain"t no breakfast waitin", fer I wouldn"t object ter a bit o" ham bone myself. I reckon if Lacy coops me up yere much longer, he"s liable ter win his bet; I"m plumb near starved out already."
"I"m afraid they"ve got us, Dan."
"Oh, I don"t know; leastwise I ain"t put up no white flag yet. You"re game fer a try at gettin" out o" yere, ain"t yer, old man? I"ve sorter been reckonin" on yer."
"I"ll take any chance there is," returned Westcott heartily, staring into the other"s face. "Have you some plan?"
"Maybe "tain"t that exactly, but I"ve been doin" a powerful lot o"
thinkin" since you was asleep, Jim, an" I reckon we might beat these fellers with a fair show o" luck. This is how I figure it out. Thar won"t be no attack; that"s a cinch. Lacy knows we can shoot, an" he also knows we"re marooned yere without food. The easiest thing is ter starve us out."
"But there are good men in this camp, law abiding men," interrupted the miner. "What about them? Won"t they take a hand?"
"Maybe they might if I was free ter get "em together; but I ain"t.
Most o" "em are out in the mines anyway; they don"t know which party is right in this rumpus, an" they ain"t got no leader. Lacy runs the town, an" he"s got a big gang o" toughs behind him. There ain"t n.o.body wants to buck up against his game. Of course the boys might get mad after a while, but I reckon we"d be starved plumb ter death long afore that happened. An" that ain"t the worst ov it, Jim--the sheriff is Lacy"s man. I wouldn"t never dare turn you over ter him--not by a jugful."
"Then we are blocked at every turn."
"We sure are, unless we can dig out ourselves," gravely. "My notion is to get a fair start, drift out into Shoshone, whar we"ll leave no trail, an" then hit for over the line. Sam Watts is sheriff of Coconino, an" he"d give us a square deal."
"On foot?"
"h.e.l.l, no! I ain"t no such walker as all that. Come over yere; keep yer head down; now look out between these two rocks. Do yer see them cow-ponies. .h.i.tched ter the rack alongside o" the Red Dog? Well, they"ve been thar fer a matter o" three hours, I reckon, an" their riders ain"t liable ter leave as long as thar"s any excitement in town.
They"re XL men, and mostly drunk by this time. It"s my aim ter get a leg over one o" them animals. How does that notion strike you?"
Westcott shook his head doubtfully, his eyes still on those distant specks. The prospect looked practically hopeless.
"You don"t think it can be done? Well now listen. Here"s my scheme, an" I reckon it"ll work. Naturally Lacy will think we"ll try to get away--make a break for it in the dark. He"ll have both them banks guarded, an" ther fellers will have orders ter shoot. He"d rather have us dead than alive. But, to my notion, he won"t expect us ter try any getaway before midnight. Anyhow, that"s how I"d figure if I was in his place. But my idea is to pull one off on him, an" start the minute it gets dark enough, so them lads can"t see what"s goin" on out yere."
"We"ll fight our way through?"
"Not a fight, my son; we"ll make it so softly that not a son-of-a-gun will ever know how it happened. When they wake up we"ll be twenty miles out in the desert, an" still a goin". Thar"s a big log clinging ter the upper end o" the rock. I saw it when I fust come over; an"
"bout an hour ago I crept back through that gully an" took a good look.
A shove will send it floatin". An" with a good pair o" legs to steer with, thar ain"t nuthin" to stop it this side the curve, an" I don"t calculate any o" the rifle brigade will be down as fur as that--do you?"
"Not likely," and Westcott measured the distance with eyes that had lost their despondency. "Your idea is that we drift past under cover of the log?"
"Sure. We"ll tie our guns an" cartridges on top, where they"ll be out o" water, an" keep down below ourselves. Them fellers may glimpse the log an" blaze away, but "tain"t likely they"ll have luck enough to hit either one o" us, an" the flare will show "em it"s only a log, an"
they"ll likely quit an" pa.s.s the word along. It sounds blame good ter me, Jim; what d"ye say?"
Westcott"s hand went out, and the fingers of the two men clasped silently. There was no need for more speech; they understood each other.
The night closed down swiftly, as it does in the West, the purple of the hills becoming black as though by some magic. There was a heavy cloud hanging in the Western sky, constantly sweeping higher in pledge of a dark night. The banks of the stream became obscured, and finally vanished altogether; while the water ceased to glimmer and turned to an inky blackness. Lights twinkled in the distant shacks, and the front of the Red Dog burst into illumination. The saloon was too far away for the watchers to pick out the moving figures of men, but Brennan chuckled, and pointed his finger at the glare.
"Lacy ain"t fergettin" the profit in all this," he whispered hoa.r.s.ely.
"The boys are goin" ter be dry, an" he"ll sell "em all they want--wouldn"t mind if I had some myself. Is it dark enough, mate?"
"The sooner the better!"
"That"s my ticket. Come on then, but don"t make a sound; them lads are more liable to hear than they are to see us. Let me go first."
The log was at the other end of the little island, but there was a considerable rift in the rock surface, not deep, but of sufficient width to permit the pa.s.sage of a body. The jagged stone made the way rough in the dark, and Westcott found himself at the upper extremity, gashed and bruised by the contact.
Brennan had already lowered himself into the water, a.s.sisted in the downward climb by some low, tough bushes whose tendrils clung tenaciously to the smooth rock. Westcott followed silently, and found footing in about three feet of water, where it swirled around the base of the island. From this low point, their eyes close to the surface of the stream, the men could dimly discern the sh.o.r.e lines silhouetted against the slightly lighter sky. They crouched there in deep shadow, but discovered no evidence that their effort at escape had been observed. A dog was barking somewhere not far away, and once there was a rustle along the nearer bank, as though a man wormed his way cautiously through the thick chaparral. But this sound also ceased after a moment, and all was still. Brennan put his lips close to his companion"s ear.
"Got yer cartridges tied up? That"s all right; hand "em over. Now give me your belt. No; pa.s.s the end under the log an" buckle it; not too tight. You hang on to the outside, an" I"ll push off. If yer have ter paddle ter keep in the current don"t let yer hands er feet come to the surface--understand?"
"Certainly."
"All right then; are you all set? Holy smoke, this is going to be some yacht ride."
The log did not even grate as it loosened its slight hold on the rock, and began the voyage down-stream. The current was swift enough to bear it and its burden free from the island, although it moved slowly and noiselessly on its way. The two men deeply emerged on either side, with heads held rigid against the wet bark, were indistinguishable.
Out from the deeper shadow of the rock they drifted into the wider stream below, Brennan gently controlling the unwieldy affair, and keeping it as nearly as possible to the centre, by the noiseless movement of a hand under water. The men scarcely ventured to breathe and it seemed as though they were ages slowly sidling along, barely able to perceive that they really moved. They must have gone a hundred yards or more before there was any alarm. Then a voice spoke from the bank to the right, followed almost instantly by the flash of a gun and a sharp report. The flare lit up the stream, and the bullet thudded into the log, without damage.
"What was it, Jack?" the voice unmistakably Lacy"s. "Did you see something?"
"Nothin" but a floatin" log," was the disgusted reply, "but I made a bull"s-eye."
"That"s better than you did any time before to-day. Where is it? Oh, yes, I see the blame thing now. You don"t need ter be any quail-hunter ter hit that. It"s goin" "bout a mile an hour. However, there is no harm done; the shot will show those fellows that we are awake out here."
Slowly the log floated on, vanishing in the darkness. No other alarm greeted its progress, and at last, confident that they were already safely below the extent of the guard lines, the two men, clinging to its wet sides, ventured to kick out quietly, and thus hasten its progress. It came ash.o.r.e at the extreme end of the curve, and, after a moment of intent listening, the voyagers crept up the sand, and in whispers discussed the next effort of their escape. The belts were unstrapped from about the log, reloaded with cartridges, and buckled around dripping waists before they clambered cautiously up the low bank. The road was just beyond, but between them and it arose the almost shapeless form of a small house, a mere darker shadow in the gloom of the night.
"Where are we?" questioned Westcott.
"Just back of old Beecher"s shack. He"s trucking down Benson way, but is liable to have some grub stored inside. I was countin" on this for our commissary department. Come on, Jim; time is money just now."
The door was unlocked, and they trusted wholly to the sense of touch to locate the object of their search. However, as there were but two rooms, not overly stocked with furniture, the gloom was not a serious obstacle, so that in less than ten minutes they emerged once more into the open bearing their spoils--Westcott, a slab of bacon and a small frying-pan; Brennan, a paper sack of corn meal, with a couple of specimens of canned goods. He had also resurrected a gunny sack somewhere, in which their things were carefully wrapped, and made secure for transportation.
"Didn"t feel no terbacco, did yer, Jim?" the marshal questioned solicitously. "I reckon not though; ol" Beecher never would leave nuthin" like that lyin" round. Well, Lord! we ought ter be thankful fer what we"ve got. Now if we can only get away with them hosses."
They wormed their way forward to the edge of the road through a fringe of bushes, Westcott laden with the bundle. Except for the sound of distant voices and an occasional loud laugh, the night was still. They could almost hear their own breathing, and the crackle of a dry twig underfoot sounded to strained nerves like the report of a gun.
Crouching at the edge of the road they could see fairly well what was before them, as revealed by the lights shining forth through the dingy windows of the saloon. The Red Dog was not more than a hundred yards away, and seemingly well patronised in spite of the fact that its owner and many of his parasites were busily engaged elsewhere. The wide-open front gave view of much of the barroom including even a section of the bar. Numerous figures moving about were easily discernible, while up above in the gambling rooms, the outlines of men were reflected upon the windows.
A hum of voices echoed out into the night, but the platform in front of the door was deserted. Occasionally some wanderer either entered or departed, merging into the crowd within or disappearing through the darkness without. To the left of the building, largely within its shadow, stretched the hitch rail to which were fastened fully a dozen cow-ponies, most of them revealed only by their restless movements, although the few nearest the door were plainly enough visible in the reflection of light. A fellow, ungainly in "chaps," reeled drunkenly down the steps, mounted one of these and spurred up the road, yelling as he disappeared. The noise he made was re-echoed by the restless crowd within. The two men, crouched in the bushes, surveyed the scene anxiously, marking its every detail. Brennan"s hand closed heavily on the arm of the other.
"We better pick out the two critters farthest from the light," he muttered, "an" trust ter luck. We"ll have to lead "em a ways afore we mount. They"re XL outfit mostly, an" that means fair stock. Shall we try it, now?"
"The sooner the better."
"That"s me. Blamed if ever I thought I"d be a hoss thief, but when a feller a.s.sociates with Bill Lacy there"s no knowin" what he will come to. Howsumever, the foreman an" I are good friends, an" I don"t reckon he"d ever let me be hung fer this job. We better try the other side o"
the road, Jim."
They were in the flicker of light for scarcely an instant, merely two darting shadows, vanishing once more swiftly and silently into the gloom. Nor were they much longer in releasing the two cow-ponies.
Westcott tied his bundle to the cantle of the saddle and then, bridle reins in hand, the docile animals following their new masters without resistance, the men led them over the smooth turf well back from the range of light. They were a quarter of a mile from the Red Dog before Brennan, slightly in advance, ventured to enter the road.
"It"s safe enough now, Jim, an" we don"t wanter lose no time. Got the grub, haven"t yer?"