"Brace up, son!" he said, with voice now clear and resonant. "Sh.o.r.e it"s what your dad expected--an" what we all must look for.... If yu was goin" to kill Jorth before--think how -- -- sh.o.r.e y"u"re goin" to kill him now."
"Blaisdell"s talkin"," put in Blue, and his voice had a cold ring. "Lee Jorth will never see the sun rise ag"in!"
These calls to the primitive in Jean, to the Indian, were not in vain.
But even so, when the dark tide rose in him, there was still a haunting consciousness of the cruelty of this singular doom imposed upon him.
Strangely Ellen Jorth"s face floated back in the depths of his vision, pale, fading, like the face of a spirit floating by.
"Blue," said Blaisdell, "let"s get Isbel"s body soon as we dare, an"
bury it. Reckon we can, right after dark."
"Sh.o.r.e," replied Blue. "But y"u fellars figger thet out. I"m thinkin"
hard. I"ve got somethin" on my mind."
Jean grew fascinated by the looks and speech and action of the little gunman. Blue, indeed, had something on his mind. And it boded ill to the men in that dark square stone house down the road. He paced to and fro in the yard, back and forth on the path to the gate, and then he entered the cabin to stalk up and down, faster and faster, until all at once he halted as if struck, to upfling his right arm in a singular fierce gesture.
"Jean, call the men in," he said, tersely.
They all filed in, sinister and silent, with eager faces turned to the little Texan. His dominance showed markedly.
"Gordon, y"u stand in the door an" keep your eye peeled," went on Blue.
"... Now, boys, listen! I"ve thought it all out. This game of man huntin" is the same to me as cattle raisin" is to y"u. An" my life in Texas all comes back to me, I reckon, in good stead fer us now. I"m goin" to kill Lee Jorth! Him first, an" mebbe his brothers. I had to think of a good many ways before I hit on one I reckon will be sh.o.r.e.
It"s got to be Sh.o.r.e. Jorth has got to die! Wal, heah"s my plan....
Thet Jorth outfit is drinkin" some, we can gamble on it. They"re not goin" to leave thet store. An" of course they"ll be expectin" us to start a fight. I reckon they"ll look fer some such siege as they held round Isbel"s ranch. But we sh.o.r.e ain"t goin" to do thet. I"m goin"
to surprise thet outfit. There"s only one man among them who is dangerous, an" thet"s Queen. I know Queen. But he doesn"t know me.
An" I"m goin" to finish my job before he gets acquainted with me. After thet, all right!"
Blue paused a moment, his eyes narrowing down, his whole face setting in hard cast of intense preoccupation, as if he visualized a scene of extraordinary nature.
"Wal, what"s your trick?" demanded Blaisdell.
"Y"u all know Greaves"s store," continued Blue. "How them winders have wooden shutters thet keep a light from showin" outside? Wal, I"m gamblin" thet as soon as it"s dark Jorth"s gang will be celebratin".
They"ll be drinkin" an" they"ll have a light, an" the winders will be shut. They"re not goin" to worry none aboot us. Thet store is like a fort. It won"t burn. An" sh.o.r.e they"d never think of us chargin" them in there. Wal, as soon as it"s dark, we"ll go round behind the lots an" come up jest acrost the road from Greaves"s. I reckon we"d better leave Isbel where he lays till this fight"s over. Mebbe y"u "ll have more "n him to bury. We"ll crawl behind them bushes in front of Coleman"s yard. An" heah"s where Jean comes in. He"ll take an ax, an"
his guns, of course, an" do some of his Injun sneakin" round to the back of Greaves"s store.... An", Jean, y"u must do a slick job of this.
But I reckon it "ll be easy fer you. Back there it "ll be dark as pitch, fer anyone lookin" out of the store. An" I"m figgerin" y"u can take your time an" crawl right up. Now if y"u don"t remember how Greaves"s back yard looks I"ll tell y"u."
Here Blue dropped on one knee to the floor and with a finger he traced a map of Greaves"s barn and fence, the back door and window, and especially a break in the stone foundation which led into a kind of cellar where Greaves stored wood and other things that could be left outdoors.
"Jean, I take particular pains to show y"u where this hole is," said Blue, "because if the gang runs out y"u could duck in there an" hide.
An" if they run out into the yard--wal, y"u"d make it a sorry run fer them.... Wal, when y"u"ve crawled up close to Greaves"s back door, an"
waited long enough to see an" listen--then you"re to run fast an" swing your ax smash ag"in" the winder. Take a quick peep in if y"u want to.
It might help. Then jump quick an" take a swing at the door. Y"u "ll be standin" to one side, so if the gang shoots through the door they won"t hit y"u. Bang thet door good an" hard.... Wal, now"s where I come in. When y"u swing thet ax I"ll sh.o.r.e run fer the front of the store. Jorth an" his outfit will be some attentive to thet poundin" of yours on the back door. So I reckon. An" they"ll be lookin" thet way.
I"ll run in--yell--an" throw my guns on Jorth."
"Humph! Is that all?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Blaisdell.
"I reckon thet"s all an" I"m figgerin" it"s a h.e.l.l of a lot," responded Blue, dryly. "Thet"s what Jorth will think."
"Where do we come in?"
"Wal, y"u all can back me up," replied Blue, dubiously. "Y"u see, my plan goes as far as killin" Jorth--an" mebbe his brothers. Mebbe I"ll get a crack at Queen. But I"ll be sh.o.r.e of Jorth. After thet all depends. Mebbe it "ll be easy fer me to get out. An" if I do y"u fellars will know it an" can fill thet storeroom full of bullets."
"Wal, Blue, with all due respect to y"u, I sh.o.r.e don"t like your plan,"
declared Blaisdell. "Success depends upon too many little things any one of which might go wrong."
"Blaisdell, I reckon I know this heah game better than y"u," replied Blue. "A gun fighter goes by instinct. This trick will work."
"But suppose that front door of Greaves"s store is barred," protested Blaisdell.
"It hasn"t got any bar," said Blue.
"Y"u"re sh.o.r.e?"
"Yes, I reckon," replied Blue.
"h.e.l.l, man! Aren"t y"u takin" a terrible chance?" queried Blaisdell.
Blue"s answer to that was a look that brought the blood to Blaisdell"s face. Only then did the rancher really comprehend how the little gunman had taken such desperate chances before, and meant to take them now, not with any hope or a.s.surance of escaping with his life, but to live up to his peculiar code of honor.
"Blaisdell, did y"u ever heah of me in Texas?" he queried, dryly.
"Wal, no, Blue, I cain"t swear I did," replied the rancher, apologetically. "An" Isbel was always sort of" mysterious aboot his acquaintance with you."
"My name"s not Blue."
"Ahuh! Wal, what is it, then--if I"m safe to ask?" returned Blaisdell, gruffly.
"It"s King Fisher," replied Blue.
The shock that stiffened Blaisdell must have been communicated to the others. Jean certainly felt amaze, and some other emotion not fully realized, when he found himself face to face with one of the most notorious characters ever known in Texas--an outlaw long supposed to be dead.
"Men, I reckon I"d kept my secret if I"d any idee of comin" out of this Isbel-Jorth war alive," said Blue. "But I"m goin" to cash. I feel it heah.... Isbel was my friend. He saved me from bein" lynched in Texas.
An" so I"m goin" to kill Jorth. Now I"ll take it kind of y"u--if any of y"u come out of this alive--to tell who I was an" why I was on the Isbel side. Because this sheep an" cattle war--this talk of Jorth an"
the Hash Knife Gang--it makes me, sick. I KNOW there"s been crooked work on Isbel"s side, too. An" I never want it on record thet I killed Jorth because he was a rustler."
"By G.o.d, Blue! it"s late in the day for such talk," burst out Blaisdell, in rage and amaze. "But I reckon y"u know what y"u"re talkin" aboot.... Wal, I sh.o.r.e don"t want to heah it."
At this juncture Bill Isbel quietly entered the cabin, too late to hear any of Blue"s statement. Jean was positive of that, for as Blue was speaking those last revealing words Bill"s heavy boots had resounded on the gravel path outside. Yet something in Bill"s look or in the way Blue averted his lean face or in the entrance of Bill at that particular moment, or all these together, seemed to Jean to add further mystery to the long secret causes leading up to the Jorth-Isbel war.
Did Bill know what Blue knew? Jean had an inkling that he did. And on the moment, so perplexing and bitter, Jean gazed out the door, down the deserted road to where his dead father lay, white-haired and ghastly in the sunlight.
"Blue, you could have kept that to yourself, as well as your real name," interposed Jean, with bitterness. "It"s too late now for either to do any good.... But I appreciate your friendship for dad, an" I"m ready to help carry out your plan."
That decision of Jean"s appeared to put an end to protest or argument from Blaisdell or any of the others. Blue"s fleeting dark smile was one of satisfaction. Then upon most of this group of men seemed to settle a grim restraint. They went out and walked and watched; they came in again, restless and somber. Jean thought that he must have bent his gaze a thousand times down the road to the tragic figure of his father. That sight roused all emotions in his breast, and the one that stirred there most was pity. The pity of it! Gaston Isbel lying face down in the dust of the village street! Patches of blood showed on the back of his vest and one white-sleeved shoulder. He had been shot through. Every time Jean saw this blood he had to stifle a gathering of wild, savage impulses.
Meanwhile the afternoon hours dragged by and the village remained as if its inhabitants had abandoned it. Not even a dog showed on the side road. Jorth and some of his men came out in front of the store and sat on the steps, in close convening groups. Every move they, made seemed significant of their confidence and importance. About sunset they went back into the store, closing door and window shutters. Then Blaisdell called the Isbel faction to have food and drink. Jean felt no hunger.
And Blue, who had kept apart from the others, showed no desire to eat.
Neither did he smoke, though early in the day he had never been without a cigarette between his lips.
Twilight fell and darkness came. Not a light showed anywhere in the blackness.