"I know it; I ain"t asking yer ter make no promise. But yer word will go a h.e.l.l ov a ways if this ever gets in court.
"If I help yer I"ve got ter be protected frum Bill Lacy. He"d kill me as quick as he"d look at me. Then I"d want yer ter tell the judge how it all happened. If yer got the cards stacked, an" I reckon yer have, I ain"t big enough fool to try an" play no hand against "em. But I want ter know what"s goin" ter happen ter me. You don"t need ter promise nuthin"; only say yer"ll give me a show. I know ye"re square, Dan Brennan, an" whatever yer say goes."
The marshal stuck out his hand.
"That"s the gospel truth, Matt," he said gravely, "an" I"m with yer till the cows come home. What is it you know?"
"Well," with a quick breath as he took the plunge, "it"s like this, marshal; there is just one place out yonder," and he waved his hand to indicate the direction, "on the east rim o" the valley, where yer might get down. Ye"d have ter hang on, tooth an" toe-nail; but both of yer are mountain men, an" I reckon yer could make the trip if yer took it careful an" slow like. Leastwise that"s the one chance, an" I don"t believe thar"s another white critter who even knows thar is such a trail."
"Have you ever been down?"
"Wunst, an" that was enough fer me," he confessed, drawling his words.
"Yer see it was this a-way. One time I was out there in that h.e.l.l hole plum" alone fer a whole week, just a waitin" fer Mendez ter show up so I could ride into Haskell and tell Lacy he"d come. It was so d.a.m.n lonesome I explored every nook an" cranny between them rocks, an" one day, lyin" out in front o" ther bunk-house, I happened to trace this ol" trail. I got a notion to give it a trial, an" I did that same afternoon. I got down all right, but it was no place fer a lady, believe me, an" I reckon no white man ever made it afore."
"It had been used once?"
"There was some signs made me think so; Injuns, I reckon, an" a long while ago."
Westcott asked: "How can we get there safely? Can you guide us?"
Moore swept his eyes over the dull range of sand, expectorated thoughtfully, and rammed his hands deep into his trouser-pockets. He was slow about answering, but the two men waited motionless.
"If it was me," he said finally. "I"d take it on foot. It"ll be a jaunt ov near on to three miles, unless yer want ter risk bein" seen by them Mexes on the main trail. You couldn"t go straight, but would have ter circle out an" travel mostly behind that ridge o" sand thar to the left. Goin" that a-way n.o.body"s likely ter get sight o" yer on foot.
You couldn"t take no hoss, though. Here"d be my plan; lead this yere outfit o" mine an" your ponies back inter them sand dunes whar n.o.body ever goes. They"re tired "nough ter stand, an" there ain"t anything fer "em to graze on. Then we kin hoof it over ter the place I"m tellin" yer about, an" yer kin sorter size it up fer yerselves. That"s fair, ain"t it?"
They went at it with a will, glad to have something clearly defined before them, Brennan in his slow, efficient way, but Westcott, eager and hopeful, spurred on by his memory of the girl, whose rescue was the sole object which had brought him there. The team was driven into the security of the sand drifts and unhitched. The saddles were taken from the backs of the ponies, and what grain Moore had in the wagon was carefully apportioned among the four animals. Satisfied these would not stray, the men looked carefully to their supply of ammunition and set forth on their tramp.
This proved a harder journey than either Brennan or Westcott had antic.i.p.ated, for Moore led off briskly, taking a wide circle, until a considerable ridge concealed their movements from the south. The sand was loose, and in places they sank deeply, their feet sliding back and r.e.t.a.r.ding progress. All three were breathing heavily from the exertion when, under protection of the ridge, they found better walking.
Even here, however, the way was treacherous and deceiving, yet they pressed forward steadily, following the twists and turns of the pile of sand on their right. The distance seemed more than three miles, but at last Moore turned sharply and plunged into what resembled a narrow ravine through the ridge. Here they struggled knee deep in the sand, but finally emerged on the very rim overlooking the valley.
So perfectly was it concealed they were within ten feet of the edge before the men, their heads bent in the strenuous effort to advance, even realised its immediate presence. They halted instantly, awestruck, and startled into silence by the wonder of that scene outspread below. Moore grinned as he noted the surprise depicted on their faces, and waved his hand.
"Yer better lie down an" crawl up ter the edge," he advised. "Some hole, ain"t it?"
"I should say so," and Westcott dropped to his knees. "I never dreamed of such a place. Why it looks like a glimpse into heaven from this sand. Dan, ain"t this an eye-opener?"
"It sure is," and the marshal crept cautiously forward. "Only it"s devils who"ve got possession. Look at them cattle up at the further end; they don"t look no bigger than sheep, but there"s quite a bunch of "em. What"s that down below, Matt? Houses, by Jingo! Well, don"t that beat h.e.l.l?--all the comforts of home."
"Two big cabins," explained Moore, rather proud of his knowledge.
"Carted the logs in from ol" Baldy, more"n forty miles. One is the bunk-house; the other is whar Mendez stops when the ol" cuss is yere.
Creep up a bit an" I"ll show yer how the trail runs. Don"t be afeerd; n.o.body kin see yer from down below."
"All right, son, where is it?"
"It starts at the foot o" that boulder," indicating with his finger, "an" goes along the shelf clear to the end; then thar"s a drop ov maybe five feet to that outcroppin" o" rock just below. It"s wider than it looks to be from yere. After that yer can trace it quite a spell with yer eyes, kinder sidlin" ter the left, till yer come to that dead root ov a cedar. Then thar"s a gap or two that ain"t over easy, an" a slide down ter another shelf. Yer can"t miss it, cause there"s no other way ter go."
"And what"s at the bottom?"
"Them huts, an" the mouth of a d.a.m.n big cave just behind "em. I reckon it"s in the cave they"ve got the gal; there"s places there they kin shut up, but I don"t know what they was ever made fer. I asked Lacy wunst, but he only laughed."
The two men lay flat, staring down. It was almost a sheer wall, and the very thought of climbing along the almost impa.s.sable path pointed out by Moore made Westcott dizzy. He had clambered along the ragged crags of many a mountain in search for gold, but the necessity of finding blindly in the dark that obscure and perilous pa.s.sage brought with it a sensation of horror which he had to fight in order to conquer. It was such a sheer, precipitous drop, a path--if path it could be called--so thickly studded with danger the mind actually recoiled in contemplation.
"You have really been down there, Moore?" he questioned, half unbelieving.
"Oh, I made it all right," boastfully. "But it"s no picnic. I"d hate like h.e.l.l to risk it at night, but that"s the only chance you fellows will have to git down. It would be like trap-shootin" for them Mexes if you tried it now."
They lay there for some time talking to each other, and staring down at the strange scene so far beneath them, and which appeared almost like a painted picture within its dark frame of towering rocks and wide expanse of sand. Except for the rather restless herd of cattle there was little movement perceptible--a herder or two could be distinguished riding here and there on some duty; there was a small horse corral a short distance to their right, with something like a dozen ponies confined within, and a bunch of saddles piled outside the fence. Once a man came out of the bunk-house and went down to the stream for a bucket of water, returning leisurely. He wore the braided jacket and high, wide-brimmed hat of the Mexican peon, and spurs glittered on his boot-heels. Beyond this the cabins below gave no sign of occupancy.
Moore pointed out to them the main trail leading across the valley and winding up along the front of the opposite wall. They could trace it a large part of the way, but it disappeared entirely as it approached the summit.
The three men, wearied with looking, and knowing there was nothing more to do, except wait for night, crept back into the sand hollow and nibbled away at the few eatables brought with them in their pockets.
Brennan alone seemed cheerful and talkative--Moore had liberally divided with him his stock of chewing-tobacco.
CHAPTER x.x.xI: WITH FORCE OF ARMS
They were still sitting there cross-legged in the sand when the silence was suddenly punctuated by the sharp report of a revolver. The sound barely reached their ears, yet it undoubtedly came from below, and all three were upon their feet, when a second shot decided the matter.
Westcott was first at the rim, staring eagerly downward. It was growing dusk down there in the depths, yet was still light enough to enable him to perceive movement, and the outlines of the cabins. For a moment all he noticed was a man lying on the ground in front of the small hut, but almost immediately men began to swarm out through the door of the bunk-house, and a horseman came spurring from the field beyond.
The men were armed, several with guns in their hands; all with revolvers buckled at the waist, and they bunched there, just outside the door, evidently startled, but not knowing which way to turn. The figure on the ground lifted itself partly, and the fellow must have called to the others, although no sound of a voice attained the summit of the cliff, for the whole gang rushed in that direction, and cl.u.s.tered about, gesticulating excitedly.
An occasional Spanish oath exploded from the ma.s.s with sufficient vehemence to reach the strained ears above, and the watchers were able to perceive the fellows lift the fallen man to his feet, and untie his hands, which were apparently secured behind his back. He must have been wounded also, for one sleeve was hastily rolled up, and water brought from the stream, in which it was bathed. Not until this had been attended to did the crowd fall away, sufficiently to permit the fellow himself to be distinctly seen. Moore"s hand closed convulsively on the marshal"s arm.
"It"s ol" Mendez, as I"m a livin" sinner,", he announced hoa.r.s.ely.
"An" somebody"s plunked him. What"d yer make o" that?"
Brennan never removed his gaze from the scene below, but his face was tense with interest.
"Blamed if I know; might be a mere row--hold on, there! Whoever did it is in that cabin; watch what they"re up to, now."
The three hung there scanning every movement of those below, too intently interested to talk, yet unable for some time to determine clearly what was impending. Occasionally the sound of a voice reached them, shouting orders in Spanish, and men came and went in obedience to the commands. More guns were brought forth from the bunk-house, and distributed; the single horseman rode swiftly up the valley, and a half-dozen of the fellows lugged a heavy timber up from the corral, and dropped it on the ground in front of the smaller cabin. Mendez, his arm in a sling, pa.s.sed from group to group, profanely busy, snapping out orders.
"They are going to break in the door with that log!" muttered Westcott between his clenched teeth. "That white-head down there is boiling with rage, and whoever the poor devil, or devils, may be, they"ll have to fight."
"Yes, but who are they?" and Brennan sat up. "The whole gang must be outside there; I counted fourteen. Then, did you notice? Mendez had his hands bound behind his back. He couldn"t even get up until those fellows untied him. That"s what puzzles me."
"It would take more than one to do that job. Maybe we"ll find out now--he"s pounding with a revolver b.u.t.t on the front door."
They listened breathlessly, hanging recklessly over the rim of the chasm, and staring at that strange scene below, but the man"s words only reached them broken and detached. They got enough, however, to realise that he demanded the unbarring of the door, and that he both threatened and promised protection to whoever was within. It was the language he employed that aroused Westcott.
"Did you hear that?" he asked shortly. "The man spoke English.
Whoever"s in there doesn"t understand Spanish. Were any Americans down there when you left, Moore?"
"Joe Sikes, and a fellow they call "Shorty," but they"re both outside; that was Joe who bound up ol" Mendez"s arm, an" Shorty was helpin"
bring up the log."