She shook her head negatively.
""Tis strange! Yet I forget you come from New York. They know him here on this border. If you ask these men they will tell you. Even Senor Lacy takes his orders from Pascual Mendez. He care not who he kill, who he fight--some day it come his turn, and then he liberate Mexico--see? The day is not yet, but it will come."
"You mean he is a revolutionist?"
"He hate; he live to hate; to revenge the wrong. Twice already he lead the people, but they fail him--the cowards. He return here where it is safe: yet the right time will come."
"But you, _senor_?"
"I am his lieutenant--Juan Cateras," and he bowed low, "and I ride now to tell him of his guest."
She watched him as he spurred forward, proud of his horsemanship, and making every effort to attract her attention. Moore turned in his seat, and grinned.
"Some tin soldier," he said sneeringly, "that"s a feller I always wanted ter kick, an" some day I"m a goin" ter do it."
"You heard what he said?"
"Sure; he was tellin" yer "bout old Mendez being a Mexican revolutionary leader down in Mex, wa"n"t he? h.e.l.l of a leader he is!
I reckon he"s been mixed up in sc.r.a.pes enough down thar, but they had mighty little to do with revolutin". He"s just plain bad man, miss--cattle thief, an" all round outlaw. There"s a price on his head in three States, but n.o.body dares go after it, because of the dangerous gang he controls."
Her eyes sought the distant figure doubtfully.
"And this man--this Juan Cateras--what of him?"
"One of the devil"s own imps; I"d a heap rather play with a rattlesnake than him." He paused, to a.s.sure him self that Sikes was safely out of hearing. "I thought maybe I better tell yer while I had a chance.
That fellar is plumb pisen, miss."
She reached out her hand, and touched him.
"Thank you," she said gratefully, "I--I am glad you did. Am--am I to be left here with these--these men?"
"No, not exactly. I suppose they"ll naturally sorter expect to run things while they"re here, fer this yere valley is their camp, Mendez has been hidin" out yere fer some time. But Joe and I are goin" to stay, and even old Mendez ain"t liable to make no enemy outer Bill Lacy. They had a row wunst, an" I reckon they don"t neither of "em want another. I ain"t greatly afeerd o" Mendez, but I wouldn"t put nuthin" past this Cateras lad, if he got some h.e.l.l idea in his head.
He"s Injun-Mex, an" that"s the worst kind."
The wagon lurched down a steep bank, splashed its way across the narrow stream, and up the other side, the horses straining in their harness to the sharp snap of the driver"s whip. A towering precipice of rock confronted them, and at its very foot stood two cabins of log construction, so closely resembling their stone background as to be almost imperceptible, at the distance of a few yards. Sikes leaned on his rifle waiting, and as Moore halted the panting team, and leaped over the wheel to the ground, Cateras came forth from one of the open doors and crossed the intervening s.p.a.ce on foot. He was smoking a cigarette, the blue wreath of smoke circling above his head in the still air.
"The lady is to be placed in my care," he said almost insolently.
"Your hand, _senorita_."
Miss Donovan hesitated, the memory of Moore"s words of warning yet ringing in her ears. The handsome face, with its smiling lips and eyes, suddenly appeared to her a mask a.s.sumed to conceal the unclean soul behind. Moore broke the silence with a protest.
"In your care, _senor_? The girl is here as prisoner to Bill Lacy."
"So I told Mendez," he said indifferently. "But he is in ill humour this morning, and took small interest in the affair. It was only when I promised to take full charge that he consented to your remaining at all. "Tis my advice that you let well enough alone. You know who rules here."
"If there is evil done, the debt will be paid."
Cateras laughed, one hand at his incipient moustache.
"Billy Lacy, you mean, no doubt. That is a matter for him to settle with Mendez. It is not my affair, for I only obey my chief. However, _senors_, "tis no evil that is contemplated, only we prefer guarding the secrets of this valley ourselves. That is what angers Mendez, the fact that Lacy uses this rendezvous as a prison during our absence. We found one here when we returned--guarded by an American. Now you come with another. _Caramba_! You think we stand this quietly? How do we know what may result from such acts? What sheriff"s posse may be on your trail? Bill Lacy! _Dios_! if Bill Lacy would make prisoners, let him keep them somewhere else than here. Mendez takes no prisoners--he knows a better way than doing things like that."
"But, _senor_, this is a woman."
"Of which I am well aware," bowing gallantly. "Otherwise I should not have interfered, and offered my services. But we have talked enough.
You have had the word, and you know the law of our compact. Do you obey me, or shall I call the chief--G.o.d be merciful to your soul, if I do."
Moore stood silent, realising the full meaning of the threat; he glanced aside at Sikes, but that individual only shook his head.
"All right then," went on the Mexican sharply. ""Tis well you show sense. You know what to do with your team; then the both of you report to Casas at the upper camp--you know him?"
"Yes, _senor_."
"Tell him I sent you. He will have his orders; they are that you be shot if you attempt to leave before Mendez gives the word. "Tis not long now till we learn who is chief here--Bill Lacy or Pascual Mendez.
Come, _senorita_, you are safe with me."
Concealing a dread that was almost overpowering, yet realising the impossibility of resistance, Stella permitted him to touch her hand, and a.s.sist her to clamber over the wheel. The baffled, helpless rage in Moore"s face was sufficient proof of the true power possessed by Cateras, that his was no idle boast. Under some conditions the change in captors might have been welcomed--certainly she felt no desire to remain in the hands of the two who had brought her there, for Sikes, plainly enough, was a mere drunken brute, and Moore, while of somewhat finer fibre, lacked the courage and manhood to ever develop into a true friend.
Yet she would have infinitely preferred such as these--men, at least, of her own race--to this smirking Mexican, hiding his devilish instincts behind a pretence at gallantry. She knew him, now, understood him, felt convinced, indeed, that this was all some cunning scheme originating within his own brain. He had hastened ahead to Mendez; told a tale in his own way, rendering the chief"s suspicions of Lacy more acute, and thus gaining permission to a.s.sume full charge.
Her only hope was to go herself into the presence of the leader, and make a plea to him face to face. Moore was already at the horses"
heads, and was turning them about in the trail. Cateras, smiling, pressed her arm with his fingers.
"This way, _senorita_."
"Wait," and her eyes met his, showing no sign of fear. "You take me, I presume, to Senor Mendez?"
"Of what need?" in surprise. "He has already placed me in charge."
"Yet without hearing a word as to why I am here," indignantly. "I am an American woman, and you will yet pay dearly for this outrage. I demand an interview with the chief, and refuse to go with you until it is granted."
"You refuse! Ha!" and he burst into laughter. "Why, what power have you got, you little fool? Do you know where you are? What fear do we have of your d.a.m.n Americanos. None!" and he snapped his fingers derisively. "We spit on the dogs. I will show you--come!"
He gripped her shoulder in his lean hand, his eyes glaring into her face savagely. The grasp hurt, and a sudden anger spurred her to action. With a quick twist she freed herself, and, scarcely knowing how it was done, s.n.a.t.c.hed the heavy driver"s whip from Moore"s hand.
The next instant, before the astounded Mexican could even throw up an arm in defence, the infuriated girl struck, the stinging lash raising a red welt across the swarthy cheek. Cateras staggered back, his lips giving utterance to a curse.
Again she struck, but this time his fingers gripped the leather, and tore it from her hands, with sufficient force to send her to her knees.
With a spring forward the man had her in his grasp, all tiger now, the pretence at gentleness forgotten. He jerked her to her feet, with fingers clutching her neck mercilessly.
"Here, Silva, Merodez," he cried, "come take this spitfire. _Caramba_!
we"ll teach her."
Two men ran from between the huts and Cateras flung her, helpless from her choking, into their grasp.
"Take her within--no, there; the second door, you fools."
Breathless from effort, a mere child in their grip, Miss Donovan struggled vainly. They forced her through the door, and Cateras, still cursing furiously followed, the whip in his hands.