three hundred votes--which is a winnin" majority for any candidate among "em. Knowin" this, they wink at the jail delivery an" cinch those votes. But, as I said before, hangin" is always a popular measure, an" as they want credit for yourn, they start all the deputies they got out on a still-hunt for you, judgin" it not to be hard to find a pilgrim wanderin" about at large. An" this party I met up with was one of "em."
"Did he suspect that we were with you?" asked Alice, her voice trembling with anxiety.
"Such was the case--his intimation bein" audible, and venomous. I denied it in kind, an" one word leadin" to another, he called me a liar. To which statement, although to a certain extent veracious, I took exception, an" in the airy persiflage that ensued, he took umbrage to an extent that it made him hostile. Previous to this little altercation, he an" I had been good friends, and deemin", rightly, that it wasn"t a shootin" matter, he ondertook to back up his play with his fists, and he hauled off an" smote me between the eyes before I"d devined his intentions. Judgin" the move unfriendly, not to say right downright aggressive, I come back at him with results you-all noted.
An" that"s all there was to the incident of me showin" up with black eyes, an" a lip that would do for a pin cushion."
All during supper and afterward while the half-breed was washing the dishes, the Texan eyed him sharply, and several times caught the flash of a furtive smile upon the habitually sombre face.
"He knows somethin" mirthful," thought the cowboy, "I noticed it particular, when I was flounderin" up to my neck in the mire of deception. The old reprobate ain"t easy amused, either."
Alice retired early, and before long Endicott, too, sought his blankets. The moon rose, and the Texan strolled over to the grazing horses. Returning, he encountered Bat seated upon a rock at some distance from camp, watching him. The half-breed was grinning openly now, broadly, and with evident enjoyment. Tex regarded him with a frown: "For a Siwash you"re plumb mirthful an" joyous minded. In fact I ain"t noticed any one so wrapped up in glee for quite a spell.
Suppose you just loosen up an" let me in on the frivolity, an" at the same time kind of let it appear where you put in the day. I mistrusted my packin" a pair of purple ones wouldn"t give you the whoopin" cough, so I just sauntered over an" took a look at the cayuses. Yourn"s be"n rode "til he"s sweat under the blanket--an" he ain"t soft neither."
"_Oui_, A"m fol" "long we"n you make de ride. A"m t"ink mebbe-so two better"n wan."
"Well, I was weaned right young, an" I don"t need no governess. After this you----"
The half-breed shrugged: "A"m tink dat tam way back in Las Vegas dat dam" good t"ing ol" Bat fol" "long, or else, ba Goss, you gon" to h.e.l.l for sure."
"But that"s no sign I"ve always got to be close-herded. Did you sneak up near enough to hear what the short-horn said?"
"_Oui_, A"m hear dat. She mak" me laugh lak" h.e.l.l."
"Laugh! I didn"t see nothin" so d.a.m.n hilarious in it. What do you think about Purdy?"
"A"m tink dat dam" bad luck she no git keel." The half-breed paused and grinned: "De pilgrim she mak" de run for nuttin", an" you got to ke"p on lyin" an" lyin", an bye-m-bye you got so dam" mooch lies you git los". So far, dat work out pret" good. De pilgrim gon" ke"p on de run, "cause he no lak" for git stretch for politick, an" you git mor"
chance for make de play for de girl."
"What do you mean?" The Texan"s eyes flashed. "I just knocked the livin" h.e.l.l out of one fellow for makin" a crack about that girl."
"_Oui_, A"m know "bout dat, too. Dat was pret" good, but nex" tam dat better you start in fightin" fore you git knock clean across de coulee firs". A"m lak dat girl. She dam" fine "oman, you bet. A"m no lak"
she git harm."
"See here, Bat," interrupted the Texan, "no matter what my intentions were when I started out, they"re all right now."
"_Oui_, A"m know dat, "bout two day."
"It"s this way, I be"n thinkin" quite a bit the last couple of days there ain"t a thing in h.e.l.lin" around the country punchin" other folks"
cattle for wages. It"s time I was settlin" down. If that girl will take a long shot an" marry me, I"m goin" to rustle around an" start an outfit of my own. I"ll be needin" a man about your heft an" complexion to help me run it, too--savvy?"
The half-breed nodded slowly. "_Oui_, all de tam A"m say: "Some tam Tex she queet de dam" foolin", an" den she git to be de beeg man." I ain" tink you git dis "oman, but dat don" mak" no differ", som" tam you be de beeg man yet. Som" nodder "oman com" "long----"
"To h.e.l.l with some other woman!" flared the Texan. "I tell you I"ll have that girl or I"ll never look at another woman. There ain"t another woman in the world can touch her. You think you"re wise as h.e.l.l, but I"ll show you!"
The half-breed regarded him gloomily: "A"m tink dat "oman de pilgrim "oman."
"Oh, you do, do you? Well, just you listen to me. She ain"t--not yet.
It"s me an" the pilgrim for her. If she ties to him instead of me, it"s all right. She"ll get a d.a.m.n good man. Take me, an" all of a sudden throw me into the middle of _his_ country, an" I doubt like h.e.l.l if I"d show up as good as he did in mine. Whatever play goes on between me an" the pilgrim, will be on the square--with one deck, an"
the cards on the table. There"s only one thing I"m holdin" out on him, an" that is about Purdy. An" that ain"t an onfair advantage, because it"s his own fault he"s worryin" about it. An" if it gives me a better chance with her, I"m goin" to grab it. An" I"ll win, too. But, if I don"t win, I don"t reckon it"ll kill me. Sometimes when I get to thinkin" about it I almost wish it would--I"m that d.a.m.ned close to bein" yellow."
Bat laughed. The idea of the Texan being yellow struck him as humorous. "I"m wonder how mooch more beeg lie you got for tell, eh?"
Tex was grinning now, "Search me. I had to concoct some excuse for getting "em started--two or three excuses. An" it looks like I got to keep on concoctin" "em to keep "em goin". But it don"t hurt no one--lyin" like that, don"t. It don"t hurt the girl, because she"s bound to get one of us. It don"t hurt the pilgrim, because we"ll see him through to the railroad. It don"t hurt you, because you don"t believe none of it. An" it don"t hurt me, because I"m used to it--an"
there you are. But that don"t give you no license to set around an"
snort an" gargle while I"m tellin" "em. I got trouble enough keepin"
"em plausible an" entangled, without you keepin" me settin" on a cactus for fear you"ll give it away. What you got to do is to back up my play--remember them four bits I give you way back in Los Vegas? Well, here"s where I"m givin" you a chance to pay dividends on them four bits."
Bat grinned: "You go "head an" mak" you play. You fin" out I ain"t forgit dat four bit. She ain" mooch money--four bit ain". But w"en she all you got, she wan h.e.l.l of a lot . . . _bien_!"
CHAPTER XVII
IN THE BAD LANDS
It was well toward noon on the following day when the four finally succeeded in locating the grub cache of the departed horse-thief. Nearly two years had pa.s.sed since the man had described the place to Tex and a two-year-old description of a certain small, carefully concealed cavern in a rock-wall pitted with innumerable similar caverns is a mighty slender peg to hang hopes upon.
"It"s like searching for buried treasure!" exclaimed Alice as she pried and prodded among the rocks with a stout stick.
"There won"t be much treasure, even if we find the _cache_," smiled Tex.
"Horse thievin" had got onpopular to the extent there wasn"t hardly a livin" in it long before this specimen took it up as a profession. We"ll be lucky if we find any grub in it."
A few moments later Bat unearthed the _cache_ and, as the others crowded about, began to draw out its contents.
"Field mice," growled Tex, as the half-breed held up an empty canvas bag with its corner gnawed to shreds. Another gnawed bag followed, and another.
"We don"t draw no flour, nor rice, not jerky, anyhow," said the puncher, examining the bags. "Nor bacon, either. The only chance we stand to make a haul is on the air-tights."
"What are air-tights?" asked the girl.
"Canned stuff--tomatoes are the best for this kind of weather--keep you from gettin" thirsty. I"ve be"n in this country long enough to pretty much know its habits, but I never saw it this hot in June."
"She feel lak" dat dam" Yuma bench, but here is only de rattlesnake. We don" got to all de tam hont de pizen boog. Dat ain" no good for git so dam" hot--she burn" oop de range. If it ain" so mooch danger for Win to git hang--" He paused and looked at Tex with owlish solemnity. "A"m no lak we cross dem bad lands. Better A"m lak we gon" back t"rough de mountaine."
"You dig out them air-tights, if there"s any in there, an" quit your croakin"!" ordered the cowboy.
And with a grin Bat thrust in his arm to the shoulder. One by one he drew out the tins--eight in all, and laid them in a row. The labels had disappeared and the Texan stood looking down at them.
"Anyway we have these," smiled the girl, but the cowboy shook his head.
"Those big ones are tomatoes, an" the others are corn, an" peas--but, it don"t make any difference." He pointed to the cans in disgust: "See those ends bulged out that way? If we"d eat any of the stuff in those cans we"d curl up an" die, _p.r.o.nto_. Roll "em back, Bat, we got grub enough without "em. Two days will put us through the bad lands an" we"ve got plenty. We"ll start when the moon comes up."
All four spent the afternoon in the meagre shade of the bull pine, seeking some amelioration from the awful scorching heat. But it was scant protection they got, and no comfort. The merciless rays of the sun beat down upon the little plateau, heating the rocks to a degree that rendered them intolerable to the touch. No breath of air stirred. The horses ceased to graze and stood in the scrub with lowered heads and wide-spread legs, sweating.
Towards evening a breeze sprang up from the southeast, but it was a breeze that brought with it no atom of comfort. It blew hot and stifling like the scorching blast of some mighty furnace. For an hour after the sun went down in a glow of red the super-heated rocks continued to give off their heat and the wind swept, sirocco-like, over the little camp.
Before the after-glow had faded from the sky the wind died and a delicious coolness pervaded the plateau.
"It hardly seems possible," said Alice, as she breathed deeply of the vivifying air, "that in this very spot only a few hours ago we were gasping for breath.