Outside he laughed a little, as he stood under the flare of yellow light and rolled a cigarette. Knots of men stood on the corners of the street. But the area in front of the saloon was significantly vacant.
"Now if Dad had only been there," soliloquized Pan. "That might have put some life in him."
He sauntered down into the street, and as he went he heard the jangle of spurs behind him. Blinky and Gus covering his rear! Presently, beyond the circle of yellow light, they joined him, one on each side.
"Wal, Pan, I was sh.o.r.e in on thet," said Blink, gripping Pan"s arm.
"Say, you called "em flat. Made "em swaller a h.e.l.l of a lot," added Gus, with a hard note in his voice. "When it come down to hard pan they wasn"t there."
"Pan, you remember me tellin" you aboot Purcell, who jumped my claim with young Hardman?" queried Blinky. "Wal, Purcell was there, settin"
some tables back of where you made your stand. I seen him when we first went in. Course everybody quit playin" cards when you called old Hardman. An" I made it my particular biz to get close to Purcell. He was pullin" his gun under the table when I kicked him. An" when he looked up he seen somethin", you can bet on thet.... Wal, Purcell is one man in Hardman"s outfit we"ll have to kill.... Gus will back me up on thet."
"I sh.o.r.e will. Purcell"s a Nevada claim jumper, accordin" to talk.
Somebody hinted he belonged to thet Plummer gang thet was cleaned out at Bannock years ago. He"s no spring chicken, thet"s sh.o.r.e."
"Point Purcell out to me the first chance you get," replied Pan.
"Don"t figure I expect to bluff everybody. It can"t be done. Somebody will try me out--if only to see what I can do. That"s the game, you know."
"h.e.l.l, yes. An" all you got to do, Pan, is to be there first."
"Reckon tomorrow will be sh.o.r.e interestin"," remarked Gus.
"That girl Louise gave me a hunch," said Pan thoughtfully. "Struck me she was square.--Blink, you"ve talked to her, of course?"
"Me? ... Aw!--Couple of times. I reckon. Bought her drinks. She won"t look at me unless she"s drunk," replied Blink, both confused and gloomy.
"You"ve got Louise figured wrong, cowboy," returned Pan. "I"ll prove it to you sometime.... Now let"s get down to business, and plan Blake"s release from jail. I want to lead the horse round about, so I won"t be seen by anybody."
"Sh.o.r.e, thet"ll be easy," replied Blinky. "I"ll go with you. We can keep to the slope a ways an" then go down an" come up on the other side of town. No roads an" no houses."
They returned to camp, and replenishing the fire sat around it talking of the wild-horse drive.
About ten o"clock Blinky went to the corral, saddled a horse, and led him back to the tent. There they put on the blanket and saddlebags.
Blinky produced a gun he could spare, and then thoughtfully added a small bag of grain for the horse.
"It"s darker"n the milltail of Hades," announced Blinky, "an" thet"s good fer this kind of work. I"ll go ahaid, pickin" out the way, an"
you lead the hoss."
So they set out into the black night, working along the base of the slope. No stars showed, and the raw wind hinted of rain or snow. The lights of the town shone dimly. Keen on the breeze floated the discordant music and revelry, from the Yellow Mine and other like dives, in full blast.
Descending the slope required careful slow work. The incline was steep, of soft earth and loose shale. But Blinky knew where to feel his way, and eventually they reached the flat, to find easier progress.
Blinky made a detour, and finally, as they gradually approached several lamplights, far apart, he whispered: "You wait heah. I ain"t so darn sh.o.r.e which one of them lights comes from the jail."
Pan waited what seemed a long while. At last he heard steps, then made out an object blacker than the black background.
"Found the jail easy, but got off comin" back. p.r.o.nto now. Must be near eleven."
Pan kept the dark silent moving form in sight. The dim light grew larger. Then the low flat building loomed up faintly in the dense gloom.
"Go ahead," whispered Blinky. "I"ll hold the hoss."
Pan went swiftly up to the wall, and thence along it to the corner.
The light came from an open door. He listened. There was no sound.
Luckily Hurd was alone. Pan slipped round the corner and entered.
Hurd sat at the table in the flare of a lamp, turned down low.
"Ha! Was waitin" fer you, an" beginnin" to worry," he said, in hoa.r.s.e whisper.
"Plenty of time, if Blake"s all ready," replied Pan.
"I"m givin" you a hunch. He"s d.a.m.n queer fer a fellar who expects to break jail."
"No matter. Let"s get at it, p.r.o.nto."
Hurd got up, and laid his gun on the table. Then he turned over the bench, threw papers on the floor. "Thar"s the key, an" heah"s a rope.
Hawg-tie me."
With that he turned his back. Swiftly Pan bound him securely, and let him down upon the floor. Then he unlocked the door, opened it. Pitch darkness inside and no sound! He called in low voice. Blake did not reply. Muttering in surprise, Pan took the lamp and went into the room. He found Blake asleep, though fully dressed. Pan jerked him roughly out of that indifferent slumber.
"It"s Smith," he said, bluntly. "You sure must _want_ to get out....
d.a.m.n you, Blake, this whole deal looks fishy to me!... Come on."
Leaving the lamp there, Pan dragged the man out, through the dark entrance room, into the night. In another moment they had reached the horse and Blinky.
"Here"s money and a gun," whispered Pan, swiftly. "You"ll find grub, blanket, grain on your saddle. Get on!" Pan had to half lift Blake upon the horse. He felt of the stirrups. "They"re all right... The road is that way, about fifty yards. Turn to the left and ride.
Remember, Siccane."
Blake rode away into the darkness without a word. Pan watched and listened. Presently he heard the hard clip-clop of hoofs on the road, making to the left.
"Good! He"ll ride past where Lucy"s sleeping. I wish she could know,"
muttered Pan.
"Was he drunk?" queried Blinky, in a hoa.r.s.e whisper. "Sh.o.r.e funny fer a sober man."
"He didn"t breathe like he was drunk," replied Pan. "But he flabbergasted me. Found him asleep! And he never said a darned word... Blink, it sticks in my craw. Reckon he didn"t want to leave that nice warm bed."
"Ahuh! Wal, let"s rustle back to our warm beds," said the cowboy gruffly.
Pan awakened during the latter part of the night. Rain was pattering on the tent. The wind moaned. He thought of Blake, not clad for bad weather and in unfit condition for a long ride, facing the storm. Even then a vague doubt penetrated his drowsy mind.
Morning dawned bright and sparkling after the rain. The air was keen and crisp. The cedars glistened as if decked with diamonds. Pan felt the sweet scent of the damp dust, and it gave him a thrill and a longing for the saddle and the open country.
"Wal, reckon this heah"ll be our busy day," drawled Blinky, after making a hearty breakfast of bacon and flapjacks. "Pan, what"s first on the ticket?"
"Show me a horse, you bow-legged grub destroyer," replied Pan eagerly.
"Come out to the corral. We got a sorrel as is a real sh.o.r.e enough hoss if you can ride him."