Again Hale was beset with doubts about the boy and his own responsibility to the boy"s brothers. The lad"s eyes were shining, but his face was more eager than excited and his hand was as steady as Hale"s own.
"You slip around and station yourself behind that pine-tree just behind the cabin"--the boy looked crestfallen--"and if anybody tries to get out of the back door--you halt him."
"Is there a back door?"
"I don"t know," Hale said rather shortly. "You obey orders. I"m not your brother, but I"m your captain."
"I beg your pardon, sir. Shall I go now?"
"Yes, you"ll hear me at the front door. They won"t make any resistance."
The lad stepped away with nimble caution high above the cabin, and he even took his shoes off before he slid lightly down to his place behind the pine. There was no back door, only a window, and his disappointment was bitter. Still, when he heard Hale at the front door, he meant to make a break for that window, and he waited in the still gloom. He could hear the rough talk and laughter within and now and then the clink of a tin cup. By and by there was a faint noise in front of the cabin, and he steadied his nerves and his beating heart. Then he heard the door pushed violently in and Hale"s cry:
"Surrender!"
Hale stood on the threshold with his pistol outstretched in his right hand. The door had struck something soft and he said sharply again:
"Come out from behind that door--hands up!"
At the same moment, the back window flew open with a bang and Bob"s pistol covered the edge of the opened door. "Caliban" had rolled from his box like a stupid animal. Two of his patrons sat dazed and staring from Hale to the boy"s face at the window. A mountaineer stood in one corner with twitching fingers and shifting eyes like a caged wild thing and forth issued from behind the door, quivering with anger--young Dave Tolliver. Hale stared at him amazed, and when Dave saw Hale, such a wave of fury surged over his face that Bob thought it best to attract his attention again; which he did by gently motioning at him with the barrel of his pistol.
"Hold on, there," he said quietly, and young Dave stood still.
"Climb through that window, Bob, and collect the batteries," said Hale.
"Sure, sir," said the lad, and with his pistol still prominently in the foreground he threw his left leg over the sill and as he climbed in he quoted with a grunt: "Always go in force to make an arrest." Grim and serious as it was, with June"s cousin glowering at him, Hale could not help smiling.
"You didn"t go home, after all," said Hale to young Dave, who clenched his hands and his lips but answered nothing; "or, if you did, you got back pretty quick." And still Dave was silent.
"Get "em all, Bob?" In answer the boy went the rounds--feeling the pocket of each man"s right hip and his left breast.
"Yes, sir."
"Unload "em!"
The lad "broke" each of the four pistols, picked up a piece of twine and strung them together through each trigger-guard.
"Close that window and stand here at the door."
With the boy at the door, Hale rolled the hand-barrel to the threshold and the white liquor gurgled joyously on the steps.
"All right, come along," he said to the captives, and at last young Dave spoke:
"Whut you takin" me fer?"
Hale pointed to the empty hand-barrel and Dave"s answer was a look of scorn.
"I nuvver brought that hyeh."
"You were drinking illegal liquor in a blind tiger, and if you didn"t bring it you can prove that later. Anyhow, we"ll want you as a witness,"
and Hale looked at the other mountaineer, who had turned his eyes quickly to Dave. Caliban led the way with young Dave, and Hale walked side by side with them while Bob was escort for the other two. The road ran along a high bank, and as Bob was adjusting the jangling weapons on his left arm, the strange mountaineer darted behind him and leaped headlong into the tops of thick rhododendron. Before Hale knew what had happened the lad"s pistol flashed.
"Stop, boy!" he cried, horrified. "Don"t shoot!" and he had to catch the lad to keep him from leaping after the runaway. The shot had missed; they heard the runaway splash into the river and go stumbling across it and then there was silence. Young Dave laughed:
"Uncle Judd"ll be over hyeh to-morrow to see about this." Hale said nothing and they went on. At the door of the calaboose Dave balked and had to be pushed in by main force. They left him weeping and cursing with rage.
"Go to bed, Bob," said Hale.
"Yes, sir," said Bob; "just as soon as I get my lessons."
Hale did not go to the boarding-house that night--he feared to face June. Instead he went to the hotel to sc.r.a.ps of a late supper and then to bed. He had hardly touched the pillow, it seemed, when somebody shook him by the shoulder. It was Macfarlan, and daylight was streaming through the window.
"A gang of those Falins are here," Macfarlan said, "and they"re after young Dave Tolliver--about a dozen of "em. Young Buck is with them, and the sheriff. They say he shot a man over the mountains yesterday."
Hale sprang for his clothes--here was a quandary.
"If we turn him over to them--they"ll kill him." Macfarlan nodded.
"Of course, and if we leave him in that weak old calaboose, they"ll get more help and take him out to-night."
"Then we"ll take him to the county jail."
"They"ll take him away from us."
"No, they won"t. You go out and get as many shotguns as you can find and load them with buckshot."
Macfarlan nodded approvingly and disappeared. Hale plunged his face in a basin of cold water, soaked his hair and, as he was mopping his face with a towel, there was a ponderous tread on the porch, the door opened without the formality of a knock, and Devil Judd Tolliver, with his hat on and belted with two huge pistols, stepped stooping within. His eyes, red with anger and loss of sleep, were glaring, and his heavy moustache and beard showed the twitching of his mouth.
"Whar"s Dave?" he said shortly.
"In the calaboose."
"Did you put him in?"
"Yes," said Hale calmly.
"Well, by G.o.d," the old man said with repressed fury, "you can"t git him out too soon if you want to save trouble."
"Look here, Judd," said Hale seriously. "You are one of the last men in the world I want to have trouble with for many reasons; but I"m an officer over here and I"m no more afraid of you"--Hale paused to let that fact sink in and it did--"than you are of me. Dave"s been selling liquor."
"He hain"t," interrupted the old mountaineer. "He didn"t bring that liquor over hyeh. I know who done it."
"All right," said Hale; "I"ll take your word for it and I"ll let him out, if you say so, but---"
"Right now," thundered old Judd.
"Do you know that young Buck Falin and a dozen of his gang are over here after him?" The old man looked stunned.
"Whut--now?"