Desperation is superst.i.tious. Why not take him? They had been lucky before, and the two together might confound any description of their ident.i.ty to the pursuers. "Help me up, Eddy, and then get up before me."
"BEHIND, you mean," said the boy, with a laugh, as he helped his father into the saddle.
"No," said Steptoe harshly. "BEFORE me,--do you hear? And if anything happens BEHIND you, don"t look! If I drop off, don"t stop! Don"t get down, but go on and leave me. Do you understand?" he repeated almost savagely.
"Yes," said the boy tremulously.
"All right," said the father, with a softer voice, as he pa.s.sed his one arm round the boy"s body and lifted the reins. "Hold tight when we come to the cross-roads, for we"ll take the first turn, for old luck"s sake, to the Mission."
They were the last words exchanged between them, for as they wheeled rapidly to the left at the cross-roads, Jack Hamlin and Demorest swung as quickly out of another road to the right immediately behind them.
Jack"s challenge to "Halt!" was only answered by Steptoe"s horse springing forward under the sharp lash of the riata.
"Hold up!" said Jack suddenly, laying his hand upon the rifle which Demorest had lifted to his shoulder. "He"s carrying some one,--a wounded comrade, I reckon. We don"t want HIM. Swing out and go for the horse; well forward, in the neck or shoulder."
Demorest swung far out to the right of the road and raised his rifle. As it cracked Steptoe"s horse seemed to have suddenly struck some obstacle ahead of him rather than to have been hit himself, for his head went down with his fore feet under him, and he turned a half-somersault on the road, flinging his two riders a dozen feet away.
Steptoe scrambled to his knees, revolver in hand, but the other figure never moved. "Hands up!" said Jack, sighting his own weapon. The reports seemed simultaneous, but Jack"s bullet had pierced Steptoe"s brain even before the outlaw"s pistol exploded harmlessly in the air.
The two men dismounted, but by a common instinct they both ran to the prostrate figure that had never moved.
"By G.o.d! it"s a boy!" said Jack, leaning over the body and lifting the shoulders from which the head hung loosely. "Neck broken and dead as his pal." Suddenly he started, and, to Demorest"s astonishment, began hurriedly pulling off the glove from the boy"s limp right hand.
"What are you doing?" demanded Demorest in creeping horror.
"Look!" said Jack, as he laid bare the small white hand. The first two fingers were merely unsightly stumps that had been hidden in the padded glove.
"Good G.o.d! Van Loo"s brother!" said Demorest, recoiling.
"No!" said Jack, with a grim face, "it"s what I have long suspected,--it"s Steptoe"s son!"
"His son?" repeated Demorest.
"Yes," said Jack; and he added, after looking at the two bodies with a long-drawn whistle of concern, "and I wouldn"t, if I were you, say anything of this to Barker."
"Why?" said Demorest.
"Well," returned Jack, "when our scrimmage was over down there, and they brought the news to Barker that his wife and her diamonds were burnt up at the hotel, you remember that they said that Mrs. Horncastle had saved his boy."
"Yes," said Demorest; "but what has that to do with it?"
"Nothing, I reckon," said Jack, with a slight shrug of his shoulders, "only Mrs. Horncastle was the mother of the boy that"s lying there."
Two years later as Demorest and Stacy sat before the fire in the old cabin on Marshall"s claim--now legally their own--they looked from the door beyond the great bulk of Black Spur to the pallid snow-line of the Sierras, still as remote and unchanged to them as when they had gazed upon it from Heavy Tree Hill. And, for the matter of that, they themselves seemed to have been left so unchanged that even now, as in the old days, it was Barker"s voice as he greeted them from the darkening trail that alone broke their reverie.
"Well," said Demorest cheerfully, "your usual luck, Barker boy!" for they already saw in his face the happy light they had once seen there on an eventful night seven years ago.
"I"m to be married to Mrs. Horncastle next month," he said breathlessly, "and little Sta loves her already as if she was his own mother. Wish me joy."
A slight shadow pa.s.sed over Stacy"s face; but his hand was the first to grasp Barker"s, and his voice the first to say "Amen!"