While the Englishman opened the window Hough stood in front of the door with both arms extended. Allie could just see his tall form in the pale gloom. Pandemonium had begun in the other room, with Durade screaming for lights, and his men yelling and fighting for the gold, and Hough"s friends struggling to get out. But they did not follow Hough into this room and evidently must have thought he had escaped through the other door.
"Come," said Ancliffe, touching Allie.
He helped her get out, and followed laboriously. Then he softly called to Hough. The gambler let himself down swiftly and noiselessly.
"Now what?" he muttered.
They appeared to be in a narrow alley between a house of boards and a house of canvas. Excited voices sounded inside this canvas structure and evidently alarmed Hough, for with a motion he enjoined silence and led Allie through the dark pa.s.sage out into a gloomy square surrounded by low, dark structures. Ancliffe followed close behind.
The night was dark, with no stars showing. A cool wind blew in Allie"s face, refreshing her after her long confinement. Hough began groping forward. This square had a rough board floor and a skeleton framework.
It had been a house of canvas. Some of the part.i.tions were still standing.
"Look for a door--any place to get out," whispered Hough to Ancliffe, as they came to the opposite side of this square s.p.a.ce. Hough, with Allie close at his heels, went to the right while Ancliffe went to the left.
Hough went so far, then muttering, drew Allie back again to the point whence they had started. Ancliffe was there.
"No place! All boarded up tight," he whispered.
"Same on this side. We"ll have to--"
"Listen!" exclaimed Ancliffe, holding up his hand.
There appeared to be noise all around, but mostly on the other side of the looming canvas house, behind which was the alleyway that led to Durade"s hall. Gleams of light flashed through the gloom. Durade"s high, quick voice mingled with hoa.r.s.er and deeper tones. Some one in the canvas house was talking to Durade, who apparently must have been in Allie"s room and at her window.
"See hyar, Greaser, we ain"t harborin" any of your outfit, an" we"ll plug the fust gent we see," called a surly voice.
Durade"s staccato tones succeeded it. "Did you see them?"
"We heerd them gettin" out the winder."
Durade"s voice rose high in Spanish curses. Then he called:
"Fresno--Mull--take men--go around the street. They can"t get away ...
You, Mex, get down in there with the gang."
Lower voices answered, questioning, eager, but indistinct.
"Kill him--bring her back--and you can have the gold," shouted Durade.
Following that came the heavy tramp of boots and the low roar of angry men.
Hough leaned toward Ancliffe. "They"ve got us penned in."
"Yes. But it"s pretty dark here. And they"ll be slow. You watch while I tear a hole through somewhere," replied Ancliffe.
He was perfectly cool and might have been speaking of some casual incident. He extinguished his cigarette, dropped it, then put on his gloves.
Hough loomed tall and dark. His face showed pale in the shadow. He stood with his elbows stiff against his sides, a derringer in each hand.
"I wish I had heavier guns," he said.
Allie"s thrill of emotion spent itself in a shudder of realization.
Calmly and chivalrously these two strangers had taken a stand against her enemies and with a few cool words and actions had accepted whatever might betide.
"I must tell you--oh, I must!" she whispered, with her hand on Hough"s arm. "I heard you send for Neale and Larry King... It made my heart stop!... Neale--Warren Neale is my sweetheart. See, I wear his ring!...
Reddy King is my dearest friend--my brother!..."
Hough bent low to peer into Allie"s face--to see her ring. Then he turned to Ancliffe.
"How things work out!... I always suspected what was wrong with Neale.
Now I know--after seeing his girl."
"By Jove!" exclaimed Ancliffe.
"Well, I"ll block Durade"s gang. Will you save the girl?"
"a.s.suredly," answered the imperturbable Englishman. "Where shall I take her?"
"Where CAN she be safe? The troop camp? No, too far,... Aha! take her to Stanton. Tell Stanton the truth. Stanton will hide her. Then find Neale and King."
Hough turned to Allie. "I"m glad you spoke--about Neale," he said, and there was a curious softness in his voice. "I owe him a great deal.
I like him... Ancliffe will get you out of here--and safely back to Neale."
Allie knew somehow--from something in his tone, his presence--that he would never leave this gloomy inclosure. She heard Ancliffe ripping a board off the wall or fence, and that sound seemed alarmingly loud. The voices no longer were heard behind the canvas house. The wind whipped through the bare framework. Somewhere at a distance were music and revelry. Benton"s night roar had begun. Over all seemed to hang a menacing and ponderous darkness.
Suddenly a light appeared moving slowly from the most obscure corner of the s.p.a.ce, perhaps fifty paces distant.
Hough drew Allie closer to Ancliffe. "Get behind me," he whispered.
A sharp ripping and splitting of wood told of Ancliffe"s progress; also it located the fugitives for Durade"s gang. The light vanished; quick voices rasped out; then stealthy feet padded over the boards.
Allie saw or imagined she saw gliding forms black against the pale gloom. She was so close to Ancliffe that he touched her as he worked.
Turning, she beheld a ray of light through an aperture he had made.
Suddenly the gloom split to a reddish flare. It revealed dark forms. A gun cracked. Allie heard the heavy thud of a bullet against the wall.
Then Hough shot. His derringer made a small, spiteful report. It was followed by a cry--a groan. Other guns cracked. Bullets pattered on the wood. Allie heard the spat of lead striking Hough. It had a sickening sound. He moved as if from a blow. A volley followed and Allie saw the bright flashes. All about her bullets were whistling and thudding. She knew with a keen horror every time Hough was struck. Hoa.r.s.e yells and strangling cries mixed with the diminishing shots.
Then Ancliffe grasped her and pushed her through a vent he had made.
Allie crawled backward and she could see Hough still standing in front.
It seemed that he swayed. Then as she rose further her view was cut off.
Although she had not looked around, she was aware of a dimly lighted storeroom. Outside the shots had ceased. She heard something heavy fall suddenly; then a patter of quick, light footsteps.
Ancliffe essayed to get through the opening feet first. It was a tight squeeze, or else some one held him back. There came a crashing of wood; Ancliffe"s body whirled in the aperture and he struggled violently.
Allie heard hissing, sibilant Spanish utterances. She stood petrified, certain that Durade had attacked Ancliffe. Suddenly the Englishman crashed through, drawing a supple, twisting, slender man with him. He held this man by the throat with one hand and by the wrist with the other. Allie recognized Durade"s Mexican ally. He gripped a knife and the blade was b.l.o.o.d.y.
Once inside, where Ancliffe could move, he handled the Mexican with deliberate and remorseless ease. Allie saw him twist and break the arm which held the knife. Not that sight, but the eyes of the Mexican made Allie close her own. When she opened them, at a touch, Ancliffe stood beside her and the Mexican lay quivering. Ancliffe held the b.l.o.o.d.y knife; he hid it under his coat.
"Come," he said. His voice seemed thin.
"But Hough! We must--"