Outside, Bill gave a startled, wild glance toward the spot where he had seen the Texan; but no one was there now, and he moved on with his companions toward their camp, listening to, but not joining in their conversation.
On arriving at camp, Chichester, as captain, gave orders that each man should report on paper, or verbally, so it could be taken down, just how much ammunition he had, the number and kind of his arms, private stores, etc., so that if there was not enough to make the trip safely, more could be provided. The number and condition of horses, pack-mules, etc., was also to be given.
No man would be fitted to lead such a party did he not consider and post himself fully in all these particulars.
Quite a crowd of townspeople followed the party out, for the news soon spread that they intended to leave in a short time; so around their blazing camp-fire there were many visitors. Toward these Wild Bill cast many a stealthy glance, but he did not see the red-haired Texan there.
CHAPTER VII.
THE OUTLAW"S LOVE.
Willie Pond was much surprised when he found that his ride only extended to a small but pretty cottage just on the outskirts of the town, where the young Texan, introducing him to Miss Neidic as his temporary hostess, left him while he took the horses to a safe place of concealment not far away.
Miss Neidic look her new visitor into the rear sitting-room, and while giving him a cordial welcome, and pa.s.sing the usual salutations, scanned him with a keen and critical eye. The impression left must have been rather favorable, for the lady seemed to feel none of the embarra.s.sment usual when strangers held a first interview, but talked on as easily and naturally as if she had known him half a lifetime.
"How long have you been in town, Mr. Pond?" was one of her many questions.
"Only a day. I arrived on the express, westward bound, which pa.s.sed this morning," was the answer.
"Why, that was the same train the desperado, Wild Bill came on."
"Yes, he was pointed out to me by the conductor. But why do you call him a desperado?"
"Because that is his character."
"I thought none but outlaws were celled desperadoes."
"There is where the mistake comes in. Most outlaws are desperadoes, but a man _can_ be a desperado, and yet not an _outlaw._ If to be always ready to shoot for a look or a word--whether his opponent is ready or not--is not being a desperado. I do not know what is. But excuse me. He may be a friend of yours."
"Oh, no," said Pond, with some confusion in his manner. "But a very dear friend of mine married him not long since, and for her sake I feel a sort of interest in the man. I fancied that he was rather wild when under the influence of liquor, but for all, a brave and generous man, when truly himself."
"Brave, as brutes are, when he feels he has the power to _kill_ in his hands; but _generous?_ _Never!_" said Miss Neidic.
"You are his enemy."
"No; for he has never done me, personally, an injury; but he has injured friends of mine--sent more than one down to untimely graves."
"There, I said it--you are his enemy, because of what he has done to your friends.
"I am _not_ his friend, nor do I wish to be the friend of such a man.
But the enmity of a woman is nothing to him. He looks for friends among such men as he now consorts with--California Joe, Sam Chichester, and that crowd. I know but one real gentleman in the party, and that one is Jack Crawford."
"I know none of them."
"You lose nothing, then, for it is little honor one gains by such acquaintances. They suit Wild Bill, for they drink, gamble, and shoot on little cause; they are ready for any adventure, never stopping to count risks or look back when evil is commenced or ruin wrought, no matter what may be its nature."
The entrance of the young Texans now caused a change in the topic of conversation.
"I have learned when that party start." he said. "They are making their final preparations to-night, and will break camp in this morning early enough to make Twenty-mills Creek for their first night"s halt--probably about ten o"clock."
"Do you propose to go ahead of them?" asked Pond.
"No; it will be more easy and safe to fellow their trail. They will not have over fifty animals all told, and there will be lots of feed left for us even if we keep close by. And we can get as much game as we need any time, for we can use but little. One pack horse will carry all our stuff, and still be able to travel at speed, if need be."
"You understand it better than I," said Pond. "Arrange things to suit yourself, and I will conform to your plans."
"All right. You had better turn in early, so as to get a good rest. For after we are out, long rides and night-watches will tell on you, for you are not used to them."
"I will show you to a chamber, your valise is already in it," said Miss Neidic.
Mr. Pond followed her, and the Texan was left alone to his thoughts, which he carelessly expressed aloud.
"So far all works well," he said. "Mr. Willie Pond is as soft as mush; but I"ve read him through and through. He wouldn"t go with me if he didn"t think he"d have a chance to serve Wild Bill, for, though he shuns Bill, he thinks more of Bill than he would have me think, I"ll bet Addie has found that out."
"Found out what?" said the lady herself, who had returned so noiselessly that Jack had not heard her.
"That Mr. Pond, as he calls himself, is a friend of Wild Bill"s."
"All of that, and maybe something more, as you may find out before you are through your trip."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing but this--keep your eyes open, and study your Mr. Pond closely."
"There is nothing dangerous about him?"
Miss Neidic laughed heartily.
"Nothing very dangerous to you, at any rate," she said; "but if they all go in the morning, we must see Persimmon Bill to-night."
"That is so. Shall I bring the horses round?"
"No. We might be overheard. I will go to the stables. Get the horses ready. I have some things to put up for Bill, and I will come as soon as I pack them in a pair of saddle-bags."
Jack now left for the stable, and Miss Neidic, with a woman"s forethought, began to gather up many little things which might be useful to her outlaw lover, who had little chance to procure articles of comfort, not to speak of luxury, except when on some raid in the settlements.
In ten minutes she was ready and on her way to the stables.
Jack had her own favorite horse saddled, while for himself he chose the Black Hawk beauty.
In a few seconds both were mounted, and in the darkness they sped away over the same route which Jack had taken when he went to visit Persimmon Bill.
Little was said as they rode on, for the horses were kept at a swift gallop, and before the hour was up they had approached the ravine as near as they deemed safe before giving the signal.
Scarcely was it given before it was answered, and a second later Persimmon Bill himself was by the side of Addie Neidic"s horse, and she was pressed to the outlaw"s bosom with a fervor that showed he had a heart more than half-human left in his breast.
"It"s kind of you, Addie, to come out here in the chill of the night to see a wild cuss like me, outlawed by man, and forsaken by Heaven!"
"It"s safer to come by night than by day, for you and for me, Bill," she said. "And I couldn"t bear you should go away again till I had seen you.