Her eyes grew tired. What had happened to her? With eyes closed she thought it was all a dream. Then the feeling of the hard saddle as a pillow under her head told her she was indeed far from her comfortable little room. What would poor Aunt Jane do in the morning when she discovered who was missing? What would Holley do? When would Bostil return? It might be soon and it might be days. And Slone--Lucy felt sorriest for him. For he loved her best. She thrilled at thought of Slone on that grand horse--on her Wildfire. And with her mind running on and on, seemingly making sleep impossible, the thoughts at last became dreams. Lucy awakened at dawn. One hand ached with cold, for it had been outside the blanket. Her hard bed had cramped her muscles. She heard the crackling of fire and smelled cedar smoke. In the gray of morning she saw the Creeches round a camp-fire.
Lucy got up then. Both men saw her, but made no comment. In that cold, gray dawn she felt her predicament more gravely. Her hair was damp. She had ridden nearly all night without a hat. She had absolutely nothing of her own except what was on her body. But Lucy thanked her lucky stars that she had worn the thick riding-suit and her boots, for otherwise, in a summer dress, her condition would soon have been miserable.
"Come an" eat," said Creech. "You have sense--an" eat if it sticks in your throat."
Bostil had always contended in his arguments with riders that a man should eat heartily on the start of a trip so that the finish might find him strong. And Lucy ate, though the coa.r.s.e fare sickened her.
Once she looked curiously at Joel Creech. She felt his eyes upon her, but instantly he averted them. He had grown more haggard and sullen than ever before.
The Creeches did not loiter over the camp tasks. Lucy was left to herself. The place appeared to be a kind of depression from which the desert rolled away to a bulge against the rosy east, and the rocks behind rose broken and yellow, fringed with cedars.
"Git the hosses in, if you want to," Creech called to her, and then as Lucy started off to where the mustangs grazed she heard him curse his son. "Come back hyar! Leave the girl alone or I"ll rap you one!"
Lucy drove three of the mustangs into camp, where Creech began to saddle them. The remaining one, the pack animal, Lucy found among the scrub cedars at the base of the low cliffs. When she drove him in Creech was talking hard to Joel, who had mounted.
"When you come back, work up this canyon till you git up. It heads on the pine plateau. I can"t miss seein" you, or any one, long before you git up on top. An" you needn"t come without Bostil"s hosses. You know what to tell Bostil if he threatens you, or refuses to send his hosses, or turns his riders on my trail. Thet"s all. Now git!"
Joel Creech rode away toward the rise in the rolling, barren desert.
"An" now we"ll go on," said Creech to Lucy.
When he had gotten all in readiness he ordered Lucy to follow closely in his tracks. He entered a narrow cleft in the low cliffs which wound in and out, and was thick with sage and cedars. Lucy, riding close to the cedars, conceived the idea of plucking the little green berries and dropping them on parts of the trail where their tracks would not show.
Warily she filled the pockets of her jacket.
Creech led the way without looking back, and did not seem to care where the horses stepped. The time had not yet come, Lucy concluded, when he was ready to hide his trail. Presently the narrow cleft opened into a low-walled canyon, full of debris from the rotting cliffs, and this in turn opened into a main canyon with mounting yellow crags. It appeared to lead north. Far in the distance above rims and crags rose in a long, black line like a horizon of dark cloud.
Creech crossed this wide canyon and entered one of the many breaks in the wall. This one was full of splintered rock and weathered shale--the hardest kind of travel for both man and beast. Lucy was nothing if not considerate of a horse, and here she began to help her animal in all the ways a good rider knows. Much as this taxed her attention, she remembered to drop some of the cedar berries upon hard ground or rocks.
And she knew she was leaving a trail for Slone"s keen eyes.
That day was the swiftest and the most strenuous in all Lucy Bostil"s experience in the open. At sunset, when Creech halted in a niche in a gorge between lowering cliffs, Lucy fell off her horse and lay still and spent on the gra.s.s.
Creech had a glance of sympathy and admiration for her, but he did not say anything about the long day"s ride. Lucy never in her life before appreciated rest nor the softness of gra.s.s nor the relief at the end of a ride. She lay still with a throbbing, burning ache in all her body.
Creech, after he had turned the horses loose, brought her a drink of cold water from the brook she heard somewhere near by.
"How--far--did--we--come?" she whispered.
"By the way round I reckon nigh on to sixty miles," he replied. "But we ain"t half thet far from where we camped last night."
Then he set to work at camp tasks. Lucy shook her head when he brought her food, but he insisted, and she had to force it down. Creech appeared rough but kind. After she had become used to the hard, gaunt, black face she saw sadness and thought in it. One thing Lucy had noticed was that Creech never failed to spare a horse, if it was possible. He would climb on foot over bad places.
Night soon mantled the gorge in blackness thick as pitch. Lucy could not tell whether her eyes were open or shut, so far as what she saw was concerned. Her eyes seemed filled, however, with a thousand pictures of the wild and tortuous canyons and gorges through which she had ridden that day. The ache in her limbs and the fever in her blood would not let her sleep. It seemed that these were forever to be a part of her.
For twelve hours she had ridden and walked with scarce a thought of the nature of the wild country, yet once she lay down to rest her mind was an endless hurrying procession of pictures--narrow red clefts choked with green growths--yellow gorges and weathered slides--dusty, treacherous divides connecting canyons--jumbles of ruined cliffs and piles of shale--miles and miles and endless winding miles yellow, low, beetling walls. And through it all she had left a trail.
Next day Creech climbed out of that low-walled canyon, and Lucy saw a wild, rocky country cut by gorges, green and bare, or yellow and cedared. The long, black-fringed line she had noticed the day before loomed closer; overhanging this crisscrossed region of canyons. Every half-hour Creech would lead them downward and presently climb out again. There were sand and hard ground and thick turf and acres and acres of bare rock where even a shod horse would not leave a track.
But the going was not so hard--there was not so much travel on foot for Lucy--and she finished that day in better condition than the first one.
Next day Creech proceeded with care and caution. Many times he left the direct route, bidding Lucy wait for him, and he would ride to the rims of canyons or the tops of ridges of cedar forests, and from these vantage-points he would survey the country. Lucy gathered after a while that he was apprehensive of what might be encountered, and particularly so of what might be feared in pursuit. Lucy thought this strange, because it was out of the question for any one to be so soon on Creech"s trail.
These peculiar actions of Creech were more noticeable on the third day, and Lucy grew apprehensive herself. She could not divine why. But when Creech halted on a high crest that gave a sweeping vision of the broken table-land they had traversed Lucy made out for herself faint moving specks miles behind.
"I reckon you see thet," said Creech
"Horses," replied Lucy.
He nodded his head gloomily, and seemed pondering a serious question.
"Is some one trailing us?" asked Lucy, and she could not keep the tremor out of her voice.
"Wal, I should smile! Fer two days--an" it sure beats me. They"ve never had a sight of us. But they keep comin"."
"They! Who?" she asked, swiftly.
"I hate to tell you, but I reckon I ought. Thet"s Cordts an" two of his gang."
"Oh--don"t tell me so!" cried Lucy, suddenly terrified. Mention of Cordts had not always had power to frighten her, but this time she had a return of that shaking fear which had overcome her in the grove the night she was captured.
"Cordts all right," replied Creech. "I knowed thet before I seen him.
Fer two mornin"s back I seen his hoss grazin in thet wide canyon. But I thought I"d slipped by. Some one seen us. Or they seen our trail.
Anyway, he"s after us. What beats me is how he sticks to thet trail.
Cordts never was no tracker. An" since d.i.c.k Sears is dead there ain"t a tracker in Cordts"s outfit. An" I always could hide my tracks.... Beats me!"
"Creech, I"ve been leaving a trail," confessed Lucy.
"What!"
Then she told him how she had been dropping cedar berries and bits of cedar leaves along the bare and stony course they had traversed.
"Wal, I"m--" Creech stifled an oath. Then he laughed, but gruffly. "You air a cute one. But I reckon you didn"t promise not to do thet.... An"
now if Cordts gits you there"ll be only yourself to blame."
"Oh!" cried Lucy, frantically looking back. The moving specks were plainly in sight. "How can he know he"s trailing me?"
"Thet I can"t say. Mebbe he doesn"t know. His hosses air fresh, though, an" if I can"t shake him he"ll find out soon enough who he"s trailin"."
"Go on! We must shake him. I"ll never do THAT again! ... For G.o.d"s sake, Creech, don"t let him get me!"
And Creech led down off the high open land into canyons again.
The day ended, and the night seemed a black blank to Lucy. Another sunrise found Creech leading on, sparing neither Lucy nor the horses.
He kept on a steady walk or trot, and he picked out ground less likely to leave any tracks. Like an old deer he doubled on his trail. He traveled down stream-beds where the water left no trail. That day the mustangs began to fail. The others were wearing out.
The canyons ran like the ribs of a wash-board. And they grew deep and verdant, with looming, towered walls. That night Lucy felt lost in an abyss. The dreaming silence kept her awake many moments while sleep had already seized upon her eyelids. And then she dreamed of Cordts capturing her, of carrying her miles deeper into these wild and purple cliffs, of Slone in pursuit on the stallion Wildfire, and of a savage fight. And she awoke terrified and cold in the blackness of the night.
On the next day Creech traveled west. This seemed to Lucy to be far to the left of the direction taken before. And Lucy, in spite of her utter weariness, and the necessity of caring for herself and her horse, could not but wonder at the wild and frowning canyon. It was only a tributary of the great canyon, she supposed, but it was different, strange, impressive, yet intimate, because all about it was overpowering, near at hand, even the beetling crags. And at every turn it seemed impossible to go farther over that narrow and rock-bestrewn floor. Yet Creech found a way on.
Then came hours of climbing such slopes and benches and ledges as Lucy had not yet encountered. The grasping spikes of dead cedar tore her dress to shreds, and many a scratch burned her flesh. About the middle of the afternoon Creech led up over the last declivity, a yellow slope of cedar, to a flat upland covered with pine and high bleached gra.s.s.
They rested.
"We"ve fooled Cordts, you can be sure of thet," said Creech. "You"re a game kid, an", by Gawd! if I had this job to do over I"d never tackle it again!"