"h.e.l.lo!" he answered sternly.
"Judd," said Hale sharply--and June had never heard that tone from him before--"a man with a black moustache killed one of our men over in the Gap yesterday and we"ve tracked him over here. There"s his horse--and we saw him go into that door. We want him."
"Do you know who the feller is?" asked old Judd calmly.
"No," said Hale quickly. And then, with equal calm:
"Hit was my brother," and the old man"s mouth closed like a vise. Had the last word been a stone striking his ear, Hale could hardly have been more stunned. Again he called and almost gently:
"Watch the rear, there," and then gently he turned to Devil Judd.
"Judd, your brother shot a man at the Gap--without excuse or warning. He was an officer and a friend of mine, but if he were a stranger--we want him just the same. Is he here?"
Judd looked at the red-headed man behind Hale.
"So you"re turned on the Falin side now, have ye?" he said contemptuously.
"Is he here?" repeated Hale.
"Yes, an" you can"t have him." Without a move toward his pistol Hale stepped forward, and June saw her father"s big right hand tighten on his huge pistol, and with a low cry she sprang to her feet.
"I"m an officer of the law," Hale said, "stand aside, Judd!" Bub leaped to the door with a Winchester--his eyes wild and his face white.
"Watch out, men!" Hale called, and as the men raised their guns there was a shriek inside the cabin and June stood at Bub"s side, barefooted, her hair tumbled about her shoulders, and her hand clutching the little cross at her throat.
"Stop!" she shrieked. "He isn"t here. He"s--he"s gone!" For a moment a sudden sickness smote Hale"s face, then Devil Judd"s ruse flashed to him and, wheeling, he sprang to the ground.
"Quick!" he shouted, with a sweep of his hand right and left. "Up those hollows! Lead those horses up to the Pine and wait. Quick!"
Already the men were running as he directed and Hale, followed by Bob and the Falin, rushed around the corner of the house. Old Judd"s nostrils were quivering, and with his pistols dangling in his hands he walked to the gate, listening to the sounds of the pursuit.
"They"ll never ketch him," he said, coming back, and then he dropped into a chair and sat in silence a long time. June reappeared, her face still white and her temples throbbing, for the sun was rising on days of darkness for her. Devil Judd did not even look at her.
"I reckon you ain"t goin" to marry John Hale."
"No, Dad," said June.
XXV
Thus Fate did not wait until Election Day for the thing Hale most dreaded--a clash that would involve the guard in the Tolliver-Falin troubles over the hills. There had been simply a preliminary political gathering at the Gap the day before, but it had been a crucial day for the guard from a cloudy sunrise to a tragic sunset. Early that morning, Mockaby, the town-sergeant, had stepped into the street freshly shaven, with polished boots, and in his best clothes for the eyes of his sweetheart, who was to come up that day to the Gap from Lee. Before sunset he died with those boots on, while the sweetheart, unknowing, was bound on her happy way homeward, and Rufe Tolliver, who had shot Mockaby, was clattering through the Gap in flight for Lonesome Cove.
As far as anybody knew, there had been but one Tolliver and one Falin in town that day, though many had noticed the tall Western-looking stranger who, early in the afternoon, had ridden across the bridge over the North Fork, but he was quiet and well-behaved, he merged into the crowd and through the rest of the afternoon was in no way conspicuous, even when the one Tolliver and the one Falin got into a fight in front of the speaker"s stand and the riot started which came near ending in a b.l.o.o.d.y battle. The Falin was clearly blameless and was let go at once. This angered the many friends of the Tolliver, and when he was arrested there was an attempt at rescue, and the Tolliver was dragged to the calaboose behind a slowly retiring line of policemen, who were jabbing the rescuers back with the muzzles of c.o.c.ked Winchesters. It was just when it was all over, and the Tolliver was safely jailed, that Bad Rufe galloped up to the calaboose, shaking with rage, for he had just learned that the prisoner was a Tolliver. He saw how useless interference was, but he swung from his horse, threw the reins over its head after the Western fashion and strode up to Hale.
"You the captain of this guard?"
"Yes," said Hale; "and you?" Rufe shook his head with angry impatience, and Hale, thinking he had some communication to make, ignored his refusal to answer.
"I hear that a fellow can"t blow a whistle or holler, or shoot off his pistol in this town without gittin" arrested."
"That"s true--why?" Rufe"s black eyes gleamed vindictively.
"Nothin"," he said, and he turned to his horse.
Ten minutes later, as Mockaby was pa.s.sing down the dummy track, a whistle was blown on the river bank, a high yell was raised, a pistol shot quickly followed and he started for the sound of them on a run. A few minutes later three more pistol shots rang out, and Hale rushed to the river bank to find Mockaby stretched out on the ground, dying, and a mountaineer lout pointing after a man on horseback, who was making at a swift gallop for the mouth of the gap and the hills.
"He done it," said the lout in a frightened way; "but I don"t know who he was."
Within half an hour ten hors.e.m.e.n were clattering after the murderer, headed by Hale, Logan, and the Infant of the Guard. Where the road forked, a woman with a child in her arms said she had seen a tall, black-eyed man with a black moustache gallop up the right fork. She no more knew who he was than any of the pursuers. Three miles up that fork they came upon a red-headed man leading his horse from a mountaineer"s yard.
"He went up the mountain," the red-haired man said, pointing to the trail of the Lonesome Pine. "He"s gone over the line. Whut"s he done--killed somebody?"
"Yes," said Hale shortly, starting up his horse.
"I wish I"d a-knowed you was atter him. I"m sheriff over thar."
Now they were without warrant or requisition, and Hale, pulling in, said sharply:
"We want that fellow. He killed a man at the Gap. If we catch him over the line, we want you to hold him for us. Come along!" The red-headed sheriff sprang on his horse and grinned eagerly:
"I"m your man."
"Who was that fellow?" asked Hale as they galloped. The sheriff denied knowledge with a shake of his head.
"What"s your name?" The sheriff looked sharply at him for the effect of his answer.
"Jim Falin." And Hale looked sharply back at him. He was one of the Falins who long, long ago had gone to the Gap for young Dave Tolliver, and now the Falin grinned at Hale.
"I know you--all right." No wonder the Falin chuckled at this Heaven-born chance to get a Tolliver into trouble.
At the Lonesome Pine the traces of the fugitive"s horse swerved along the mountain top--the shoe of the right forefoot being broken in half.
That swerve was a blind and the sheriff knew it, but he knew where Rufe Tolliver would go and that there would be plenty of time to get him.
Moreover, he had a purpose of his own and a secret fear that it might be thwarted, so, without a word, he followed the trail till darkness hid it and they had to wait until the moon rose. Then as they started again, the sheriff said:
"Wait a minute," and plunged down the mountain side on foot. A few minutes later he hallooed for Hale, and down there showed him the tracks doubling backward along a foot-path.
"Regular rabbit, ain"t he?" chuckled the sheriff, and back they went to the trail again on which two hundred yards below the Pine they saw the tracks pointing again to Lonesome Cove.
On down the trail they went, and at the top of the spur that overlooked Lonesome Cove, the Falin sheriff pulled in suddenly and got off his horse. There the tracks swerved again into the bushes.
"He"s goin" to wait till daylight, fer fear somebody"s follered him.
He"ll come in back o" Devil Judd"s."
"How do you know he"s going to Devil Judd"s?" asked Hale.