"A-huh! Wal, you"d better talk out."
"I trusted Lucy," said Holley. "But all the same, knowin" she was in love, I jest wanted to see if any girl in love could keep her word....
So about dark I went down the grove an" watched fer Slone. Pretty soon I seen him. He sneaked along the upper end an" I follered. He went to thet bench up by the biggest cottonwood. An" he waited a long time. But Lucy didn"t come. He must have waited till midnight. Then he left. I watched him go back--seen him go up to his cabin."
"Wal, if she didn"t meet him, where was she? She wasn"t in her room."
Bostil gazed at Holley and the other riders, then back to Holley. What was the matter with this old rider? Bostil had never seen Holley seem so strange. The whole affair began to loom strangely, darkly. Some portent quickened Bostil"s lumbering pulse. It seemed that Holley"s mind must have found an obstacle to thought. Suddenly the old rider"s face changed--the bronze was blotted out--a grayness came, and then a dead white.
"Bostil, mebbe you "ain"t been told yet thet--thet Creech rode in yesterday.... He lost all his racers! He had to shoot both Peg an"
Roan!"
Bostil"s thought suffered a sudden, blank halt. Then, with realization, came the shock for which he had long been prepared.
"A-huh! Is thet so? ... Wal, an" what did he say?"
Holley laughed a grim, significant laugh that curdled Bostil"s blood.
"Creech said a lot! But let thet go now.... Come with me."
Holley started with rapid strides down the lane. Bostil followed. And he heard the riders coming behind. A dark and gloomy thought settled upon Bostil. He could not check that, but he held back impatience and pa.s.sion.
Holley went straight to Lucy"s window. He got down on his knees to scrutinize the tracks.
"Made more "n twelve hours ago," he said, swiftly. "She had on her boots, but no spurs.... Now let"s see where she went."
Holley began to trail Lucy"s progress through the grove, silently pointing now and then to a track. He went swifter, till Bostil had to hurry. The other men came whispering after them.
Holley was as keen as a hound on scent.
"She stopped there," he said, "mebbe to listen. Looks like she wanted to cross the lane, but she didn"t: here she got to goin" faster."
Holley reached an intersecting path and suddenly halted stock-still, pointing at a big track in the dust.
"My G.o.d! ... Bostil, look at thet!"
One riving pang tore through Bostil--and then he was suddenly his old self, facing the truth of danger to one he loved. He saw beside the big track a faint imprint of Lucy"s small foot. That was the last sign of her progress and it told a story.
"Bostil, thet ain"t Slone"s track," said Holley, ringingly.
"Sure it ain"t. Thet"s the track of a big man," replied Bostil.
The other riders, circling round with bent heads, all said one way or another that Slone could not have made the trail.
"An" whoever he was grabbed Lucy up--made off with her?" asked Bostil.
"Plain as if we seen it done!" exclaimed Holley. There was fire in the clear, hawk eyes.
"Cordts!" cried Bostil, hoa.r.s.ely.
"Mebbe--mebbe. But thet ain"t my idee.... Come on."
Holley went so fast he almost ran, and he got ahead of Bostil. Finally several hundred yards out in the sage he halted, and again dropped to his knees. Bostil and the riders hurried on.
"Keep back; don"t stamp round so close," ordered Holley. Then like a man searching for lost gold in sand and gra.s.s he searched the ground.
To Bostil it seemed a long time before he got through. When he arose there was a dark and deadly certainty in his face, by which Bostil knew the worst had befallen Lucy.
"Four mustangs an" two men last night," said Holley, rapidly. "Here"s where Lucy was set down on her feet. Here"s where she mounted.... An"
here"s the tracks of a third man--tracks made this mornin"."
Bostil straightened up and faced Holley as if ready to take a death-blow. "I"m reckonin" them last is Slone"s tracks."
"Yes, I know them," replied Holley.
"An"--them--other tracks? Who made them?"
"CREECH AN" HIS SON!"
Bostil felt swept away by a dark, whirling flame. And when it pa.s.sed he lay in his barn, in the shade of the loft, prostrate on the fragrant hay. His strength with his pa.s.sion was spent. A dull ache remained. The fight was gone from him. His spirit was broken. And he looked down into that dark abyss which was his own soul.
By and by the riders came for him, got him up, and led him out. He shook them off and stood breathing slowly. The air felt refreshing; it cooled his hot, tired brain. It did not surprise him to see Joel Creech there, cringing behind Holley.
Bostil lifted a hand for some one to speak. And Holley came a step forward. His face was haggard, but its white tenseness was gone. He seemed as if he were reluctant to speak, to inflict more pain.
"Bostil," he began, huskily, "you"re to send the King--an" Sarch--an"
Ben an" Two Face an" Plume to ransom Lucy! ... If you won"t--then Creech"ll sell her to Cordts!"
What a strange look came into the faces of the riders! Did, they think he cared more for horseflesh than for his own flesh and blood?
"Send the King--an" all he wants.... An" send word fer Creech to come back to the Ford.... Tell him I said--my sin found me out!"
Bostil watched Joel Creech ride the King out upon the slope, driving the others ahead. Sage King wanted to run. Sarchedon was wild and unruly. They pa.s.sed out of sight. Then Bostil turned to his silent riders.
"Boys, seein" the King go thet way wasn"t nothin".... But what crucifies me is--WILL THET FETCH HER BACK?"
"G.o.d only knows!" replied Holley. "Mebbe not--I reckon not! ... But, Bostil, you forget Slone is out there on Lucy"s trail. Out there ahead of Joel! Slone he"s a wild-hoss hunter--the keenest I ever seen. Do you think Creech can shake him on a trail? He"ll kill Creech, an" he"ll lay fer Joel goin" back--an" he"ll kill him.... An" I"ll bet my all he"ll ride in here with Lucy an" the King!"
"Holley, you ain"t figurin" on thet red hoss of Slone"s ridin" down the King?"
Holley laughed as if Bostil"s query was the strangest thing of all that poignant day. "Naw. Slone"ll lay fer Joel an" rope him like he roped d.i.c.k Sears."
"Holley, I reckon you see--clearer "n me," said Bostil, plaintively.
""Pears as if I never had a hard knock before. Fer my nerve"s broke. I can"t hope.... Lucy"s gone! ... Ain"t there anythin" to do but wait?"
"Thet"s all. Jest wait. If we went out on Joel"s trail we"d queer the chance of Creech"s bein" honest. An" we"d queer Slone"s game. I"d hate to have him trailin" me."
CHAPTER XVIII
On the day that old Creech repudiated his son, Slone with immeasurable relief left Brackton"s without even a word to the rejoicing Holley, and plodded up the path to his cabin.