"Ever been inside?"
"Wunst, ter take some papers ter Lacy."
"Well, what"s it like? For G.o.d"s sake speak up--there"s goin" ter be h.e.l.l to pay in a minute."
"Thar"s two rooms; ther outside door an" winder are in the front one, which is the biggest. The other is whar Mendez sleeps, an" thar"s a door between "em."
"No windows in the rear room?"
"None I ever see."
"And just the one door; what sort o" part.i.tion?"
"Just plain log, I reckon."
"That"s all right, Jim," and Westcott felt the marshal"s fingers grasp his arm. "I got it sized up proper. Whoever them folks be, they"ve barricaded inter that back room. Likely they"ve got a dead range on the front door, an" them Mexes have had all they want tryin" to get to "em in that way. So now they"re crawlin" in through the window.
There"ll be some h.e.l.labaloo in there presently to my notion, an" I want ter be thar ter see the curtain go up. Wharabouts are we, Matt?"
"Back o" the bunk-house. Whar do yer want ter go? I kin travel "round yere with my eyes shut."
"The front o" Mendez"s cabin," said the marshal shortly. "Better take the other side; if that door is down we"ll take those fellows in the rear afore they know what"s happening." He chuckled grimly. "We"ve sure played in luck so far, boys; go easy now, and draw yer guns."
They were half-way along the side wall when the firing began--but it was not the Mexicans this time who began it. The shotgun barked; there was the sound of a falling body; two revolver shots and then the sharp ping of a Winchester. Brennan leaped past the boy ahead, and rounded the corner. A Mexican stood directly in front of the shattered door peering in, a rifle yet smoking in his hands. With one swift blow of a revolver b.u.t.t the marshal dropped him in his tracks, the fellow rolling off the steps onto the ground. With outstretched hands he stopped the others, holding them back out of any possible view from within.
"Quick now, before that bunch inside gets wise to what"s up. We"ve got "em cornered. You, Matt, strip the jacket off that Mex, an" get his hat; bunch "em up together, and set a match to "em. That"s the stuff!
Now, the minute they blaze throw "em in through that doorway. Come on, Westcott, be ready to jump."
The hat was straw, and the bundle of blazing material landed almost in the centre of the floor, lighting up the whole interior. Almost before it struck, the three men, revolvers gleaming in their hands, had leaped across the shattered door, and confronted the startled band huddled in one corner. Brennan wasted no time, his eyes sweeping over the array of faces, revealed by the blaze of fire on the floor.
"Hands up, my beauties--every mother"s son of yer. Yes, I mean you, yer human catapiller. Don"t waste any time about it; I"m the caller fer this dance. Put "em up higher, less yer want ter commit suicide.
Now drop them rifles on the floor--gently, friends, gently. Matt, frisk "em and see what other weapons they carry. Ever see nicer bunch o" lambs, Jim?" His lips smiling, but with an ugly look to his gleaming teeth, and steady eyes. "Why they"d eat outer yer hand.
Which one of yer is Mendez?"
"He dead, _senor_," one fellow managed to answer in broken English.
"That heem lie dar."
"Well, that"s some comfort," but without glancing about. "Now kick the guns over this way, Matt, and touch a match to the lamp on that shelf yonder; and, Jim, perhaps you better stamp out the fire; we"ll not need it any more. Great Scott! What"s this?"
It was Miss Donovan, her dress torn, her hair dishevelled, a revolver still clasped in her hand, half levelled as though she yet doubted her realisation of what had occurred. She emerged from the blackness of the rear room, advanced a step and stood there hesitating, her wide-open eyes gazing about in bewilderment on the strange scene revealed by the glow of the lamp. That searching, pathetic glance swept from face to face about the motionless circle--the cowed Mexican prisoners with uplifted hands backed against the wall; the three dead bodies huddled on the floor; Moore, with the slowly expiring match yet smoking in his fingers; the little marshal, erect, a revolver poised in either hand, his face set and stern. Then she saw Westcott, and her whole expression changed. An instant their eyes met; then the revolver fell to the floor unnoticed, and the girl sprang toward him, both hands outstretched.
"You!" she cried, utterly giving way, forgetful of all else except the sense of relief the recognition brought her. "You! Oh! Now I know it is all right! I was so sure you would come."
He caught the extended hands eagerly, drawing her close, and looking straight down into the depths of her uplifted eyes. To him, at that moment, there was no one else in the room, no one else in the wide, wide world.
"You knew I would come?" he echoed. "You believed that much in me?"
"Yes; I have never had a doubt. I told him so; that if we could only hold out long enough we would be saved. But," her lips quivered, and there were tears glistening in the uplifted eyes, "you came too late for him."
"For him? The man who was with you, you mean? Has he been shot?"
She bent her head, the lips refusing to answer.
"Who was he?"
"Mr. Cavendish--oh!"
It was a cry of complete reaction; the room reeled about her and she would have fallen headlong had not Westcott clasped the slender form closely in his arms. An instant he stood there gazing down into her face. Then he turned toward Brennan.
"Leave us alone, Dan," he said simply. "Get that gang of blacklegs out of here."
CHAPTER x.x.xII: IN THE TWO CABINS
The marshal"s lips smiled.
"Sure, Jim," he drawled, "anything to oblige, although this is a new one on me. Come on, Matt; it seems the gentleman does not wish to be disturbed---- Well, neither would I under such circ.u.mstances. Here you! line up there in single file, and get a move on you--p.r.o.nto! Show "em what I mean, Matt; put that guy that talks English at the head---- Yes, he"s the one. Now look here, _amigo_, you march straight out through that door, and head for the bunk-house--do you get that?"
"_Si, senor_; I savvy!"
"Well, you better; tell those fellows that if one of "em makes a break he"s goin" ter be a dead Mex--will yer? Get to the other side of them, Matt; now step ahead--not too fast."
Westcott watched the procession file out, still clasping the partially unconscious girl in his arms. Moore, bringing up the rear, disappeared through the entrance, and vanished into the night without. Except for the three motionless bodies, they were alone. The lamp on the high shelf flared fitfully in the wind, and the charred embers on the floor exhibited a glowing spark of colour. From a distance Brennan"s voice growled out a gruff order to his line of prisoners. Then all was still. The eyes of the girl opened slowly, her lids trembling, but as they rested on Westcott"s face, she smiled.
"You are glad I came?"
"Glad! Why I never really knew what gladness meant before."
He bent lower, his heart pounding fiercely, strange words struggling for utterance.
"You love me?"
She looked at him, all the fervent Irish soul of her in her eyes. Then one arm stole upward to his shoulder.
"As you love me," she whispered softly, "as you love me!"
"I can ask no more, sweetheart," he breathed soberly, and kissed her.
At last she drew back, still restrained by his arms, but with her eyes suddenly grave and thoughtful.
"We forget," she chided, "where we are. You must let me go now, and see if he is alive. I will wait on the bench, here."
"But you said he had been killed."
"I do not know; there was no time for me to be sure of that. The shot struck him here in the chest, and when he fell he knocked me down. I tore open his shirt, and bound up the wound hastily; it did not bleed much. He never spoke after that, and lay perfectly still."
"Poor old Fred. I"ll do what I can for him--I"ll not be away a minute, dear."
He could see little from the doorway, only the dark shadow of a man"s form lying full length on the floor. To enter he pushed aside the uptilted bed, picking up the shotgun, and setting it against the log wall. Then he took the lamp down from the shelf, and held it so the feeble light fell upon the upturned face. He stared down at the features thus revealed, unable for the moment to find expression for his bewilderment.