This was true. Hal Overton hadn"t thought of it before in that light.
And, in addition, it was rather unlikely that any of the hunters had chanced to see his mirror-thrown signals in the short time that had pa.s.sed before the gla.s.s had been shot from his hands.
The rascal floored by the revolver which the sergeant had thrown was now coming to, for one of the crew had been dashing water in his face.
Not far away sat the man whose jaw Hal had damaged. He was groaning a bit, despite his efforts to make no fuss.
"Look at our two mates this sergeant boy has put out of action,"
growled Hinkey, trying to inflame his comrades.
"They were hit in fair fight," replied the leader. "The sergeant kid doesn"t belong to our side, but I don"t hold his fighting grit against him."
"You"d hold anything and everything against him if you knew him as well as I do," retorted Hinkey.
He was still standing over his young victim, gazing down gloatingly at him.
"And now the time has come to square matters up with you, younker," went on Hinkey tauntingly. "It"s all my way now."
Hal looked up at him steadily, but without speaking. The boy knew better than to say anything foolish that would needlessly anger this brute, who now held the situation all in his own hands.
"Well, why don"t you talk back, Overton?" demanded Hinkey sneeringly.
Just the ghost of a smile flickered over Overton"s face.
"Laughing at me, are you?" yelled Hinkey, trying to work himself into a more brutal rage.
Hal spoke at last.
"No," he answered.
"If you ain"t laughing," continued the brute, "what are you doing?"
"Just thinking how sorry I am for you," Hal flashed back coolly.
"Sorry?" echoed the fellow bitterly. "You"d better waste your sorrow on yourself! What are you feeling badly about me for?"
"I was thinking," went on Hal slowly, and with no trace of taunt in his voice, "what a sad come-down you have had. You were in the Army, wearing its uniform, and with every right to look upon yourself as a man. You could have gone on being trusted. You could have raised yourself.
Instead, you have followed a naturally bad bent and made yourself a thousand times worse than you ever needed to be. Hinkey, do you wonder that I"m sorry for you, when I find that you have fallen outside of an honest man"s estate?"
"Good! Tell him some more, Sarge," came from Dietz.
"Do you hear that?" raged Hinkey, turning and catching his new leader"s eye. "Do you hear what the boot-lick insinuates about the new crowd I"ve joined?"
"It"s your affair--your battle, Hinkey," replied the leader grimly.
"Don"t try to drag us in."
"You"re making such a beast of yourself, Hinkey, that even your own gang don"t respect you," taunted Johnson.
"A crowd of Colorado wild-cats couldn"t respect such a fellow," supplied Dietz.
With a snarl Hinkey ran over to where Dietz and Johnson lay, giving each a hard kick. The soldiers suffered the violence in silence.
"You two mind your own affairs," warned Hinkey savagely. "Don"t turn me against you. I don"t want to give either of you as bad a dose as I"ve planned for this sergeant boy."
"Hurry up, Hinkey," warned the leader impatiently. "You"re wasting time that"s worth more to us than money. You said that if we"d capture this boy for you, you"d cart him away on your back, to settle with him later.
Now do it!"
"All in a minute," promised the deserter. "But, first of all, are you going to take the other two soldiers with you?"
"No. We don"t need "em."
"Then I don"t want this fellow Overton to go along with us with his eyes open. He"d know our whole route if he managed to get away from us, and then he"d bring the regulars down on us. You don"t want that?"
"Of course not."
"Then I"ll stun this sergeant boy, and I"ll do it so hard that he won"t open his eyes in ten miles of traveling," promised Hinkey.
With that he turned to Hal.
"Overton, I"m going to hit you, and I"m going to hit you so hard that you won"t even see stars. Close your eyes if you"re afraid to see the blow coming!"
But Hal merely opened his eyes the wider, smiling back with a confidence in himself that maddened the brute.
With a snarl like a panther"s Hinkey crouched over the young sergeant, holding his hand high before striking.
CHAPTER XXII
THE NAVY HEARD FROM
LOOKING up at that hand Hal Overton saw a spot of blood appear suddenly in the middle of the palm.
In the same moment there came the sharp crack of a rifle.
The blow never descended on Overton"s upturned face.
Instead, Hinkey uttered a startled yell, tottered to his feet, then threw himself over on his face.
For, following that first shot, came a volley of them, accompanied by the whistling of bullets through the camp.
The leader of the invaders pitched and fell, shot through the hip.
"Take to cover, boys!" roared the stricken leader. "Take my rifle, too.
Defend yourselves. The soldiers are down on us!"
But Sergeant Hal, after that first moment of joyous surprise, felt a thrill of astonishment.