Queen looked at her. The light of the fire only partially shone on his face. Ellen could not see its expression. But from the fact that Queen did not answer her question she got further intimation of an impending catastrophe. The long, wild ride had helped prepare her for the secrecy and taciturnity of men who had resorted to flight. Perhaps her father had been delayed or was still off on the deadly mission that had obsessed him; or there might, and probably was, darker reason for his absence. Ellen shut her teeth and turned to the needs of her horse. And presently, returning to the fire, she thought of her uncle.
"Queen, is my uncle Tad heah?" she asked.
"Sh.o.r.e. He"s in there," replied Queen, pointing at the nearer cabin.
Ellen hurried toward the dark doorway. She could see how the logs of the cabin had moved awry and what a big, dilapidated hovel it was. As she looked in, Colter loomed over her--placed a familiar and somehow masterful hand upon her. Ellen let it rest on her shoulder a moment.
Must she forever be repulsing these rude men among whom her lot was cast? Did Colter mean what Daggs had always meant? Ellen felt herself weary, weak in body, and her spent spirit had not rallied. Yet, whatever Colter meant by his familiarity, she could not bear it. So she slipped out from under his hand.
"Uncle Tad, are y"u heah?" she called into the blackness. She heard the mice scamper and rustle and she smelled the musty, old, woody odor of a long-unused cabin.
"h.e.l.lo, Ellen!" came a voice she recognized as her uncle"s, yet it was strange. "Yes. I"m heah--bad luck to me! ... How "re y"u buckin" up, girl?"
"I"m all right, Uncle Tad--only tired an" worried. I--"
"Tad, how"s your hurt?" interrupted Colter.
"Reckon I"m easier," replied Jorth, wearily, "but sh.o.r.e I"m in bad shape. I"m still spittin" blood. I keep tellin" Queen that bullet lodged in my lungs-but he says it went through."
"Wal, hang on, Tad!" replied Colter, with a cheerfulness Ellen sensed was really indifferent.
"Oh, what the h.e.l.l"s the use!" exclaimed Jorth. "It"s all--up with us--Colter!"
"Wal, shut up, then," tersely returned Colter. "It ain"t doin" y"u or us any good to holler."
Tad Jorth did not reply to this. Ellen heard his breathing and it did not seem natural. It rasped a little--came hurriedly--then caught in his throat. Then he spat. Ellen shrunk back against the door. He was breathing through blood.
"Uncle, are y"u in pain?" she asked.
"Yes, Ellen--it burns like h.e.l.l," he said.
"Oh! I"m sorry.... Isn"t there something I can do?"
"I reckon not. Queen did all anybody could do for me--now--unless it"s pray."
Colter laughed at this--the slow, easy, drawling laugh of a Texan. But Ellen felt pity for this wounded uncle. She had always hated him. He had been a drunkard, a gambler, a waster of her father"s property; and now he was a rustler and a fugitive, lying in pain, perhaps mortally hurt.
"Yes, uncle--I will pray for y"u," she said, softly.
The change in his voice held a note of sadness that she had been quick to catch.
"Ellen, y"u"re the only good Jorth--in the whole d.a.m.ned lot," he said.
"G.o.d! I see it all now.... We"ve dragged y"u to h.e.l.l!"
"Yes, Uncle Tad, I"ve sh.o.r.e been dragged some--but not yet--to h.e.l.l,"
she responded, with a break in her voice.
"Y"u will be--Ellen--unless--"
"Aw, shut up that kind of gab, will y"u?" broke in Colter, harshly.
It amazed Ellen that Colter should dominate her uncle, even though he was wounded. Tad Jorth had been the last man to take orders from anyone, much less a rustler of the Hash Knife Gang. This Colter began to loom up in Ellen"s estimate as he loomed physically over her, a lofty figure, dark motionless, somehow menacing.
"Ellen, has Colter told y"u yet--aboot--aboot Lee an" Jackson?"
inquired the wounded man.
The pitch-black darkness of the cabin seemed to help fortify Ellen to bear further trouble.
"Colter told me dad an" Uncle Jackson would meet us heah," she rejoined, hurriedly.
Jorth could be heard breathing in difficulty, and he coughed and spat again, and seemed to hiss.
"Ellen, he lied to y"u. They"ll never meet us--heah!"
"Why not?" whispered Ellen.
"Because--Ellen--" he replied, in husky pants, "your dad an"--uncle Jackson--are daid--an" buried!"
If Ellen suffered a terrible shock it was a blankness, a deadness, and a slow, creeping failure of sense in her knees. They gave way under her and she sank on the gra.s.s against the cabin wall. She did not faint nor grow dizzy nor lose her sight, but for a while there was no process of thought in her mind. Suddenly then it was there--the quick, spiritual rending of her heart--followed by a profound emotion of intimate and irretrievable loss--and after that grief and bitter realization.
An hour later Ellen found strength to go to the fire and partake of the food and drink her body sorely needed.
Colter and the men waited on her solicitously, and in silence, now and then stealing furtive glances at her from under the shadow of their black sombreros. The dark night settled down like a blanket. There were no stars. The wind moaned fitfully among the pines, and all about that lonely, hidden recess was in harmony with Ellen"s thoughts.
"Girl, y"u"re sh.o.r.e game," said Colter, admiringly. "An" I reckon y"u never got it from the Jorths."
"Tad in there--he"s game," said Queen, in mild protest.
"Not to my notion," replied Colter. "Any man can be game when he"s croakin", with somebody around.... But Lee Jorth an" Jackson--they always was yellow clear to their gizzards. They was born in Louisiana--not Texas.... Sh.o.r.e they"re no more Texans than I am. Ellen heah, she must have got another strain in her blood."
To Ellen their words had no meaning. She rose and asked, "Where can I sleep?"
"I"ll fetch a light presently an" y"u can make your bed in there by Tad," replied Colter.
"Yes, I"d like that."
"Wal, if y"u reckon y"u can coax him to talk you"re sh.o.r.e wrong,"
declared Colter, with that cold timbre of voice that struck like steel on Ellen"s nerves. "I cussed him good an" told him he"d keep his mouth shut. Talkin" makes him cough an" that fetches up the blood....
Besides, I reckon I"m the one to tell y"u how your dad an" uncle got killed. Tad didn"t see it done, an" he was bad hurt when it happened.
Sh.o.r.e all the fellars left have their idee aboot it. But I"ve got it straight."
"Colter--tell me now," cried Ellen.
"Wal, all right. Come over heah," he replied, and drew her away from the camp fire, out in the shadow of gloom. "Poor kid! I sh.o.r.e feel bad aboot it." He put a long arm around her waist and drew her against him. Ellen felt it, yet did not offer any resistance. All her faculties seemed absorbed in a morbid and sad antic.i.p.ation.
"Ellen, y"u sh.o.r.e know I always loved y"u--now don"t y "u?" he asked, with suppressed breath.
"No, Colter. It"s news to me--an" not what I want to heah."
"Wal, y"u may as well heah it right now," he said. "It"s true. An"