Their eyes met, fastened for an instant, and by common consent looked away.
As it chanced they were close to the window, their shadows reflected on the blind. A man, slipping past in the street on horseback, stopped at sight of that lighted window, with the moving shadows, in an uncontrollable white fury. He slid from the saddle, threw the reins over the horse"s head to the ground, and slipped his revolver from its holster and back to make sure that he could draw it easily. Then he pa.s.sed springily across the road to the hotel and up the stairs. He trod lightly, stealthily, and by his very wariness defeated his purpose of eluding observation. For a pair of keen eyes from the hotel office glimpsed the figure stealing past so noiselessly, and promptly followed up the stairway.
"Hope I don"t intrude at this happy family gathering."
Helen, who had been pouring a gla.s.s of cordial for the spent and wounded sheepman, put the gla.s.s down on the table and turned at sound of the silken, sinister voice. After one glance at the vindictive face, from the cold eyes of which hate seemed to smolder, she took an instinctive step toward her lover. The cold wave that drenched her heart accompanied an a.s.surance that the man in the doorway meant trouble.
His sleek smile arrested her. He was standing with his feet apart, his hands clasped lightly behind his back, as natty and as well groomed as was his wont.
"Ah, make the most of what ye yet may spend, Before ye, too, into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!"
he misquoted, with a sneer; and immediately interrupted his irony to give way to one of his sudden blind rages.
With incredible swiftness his right hand moved forward and up, catching revolver from scabbard as it rose. But by a fraction of a second his purpose had been antic.i.p.ated. A closed fist shot forward to the salient jaw in time to fling the bullets into the ceiling. An arm encircled the outlaw"s neck, and flung him backward down the stairs. The railing broke his fall, and on it his body slid downward, the weapon falling from his hand. He pulled himself together at the foot of the stairs, crouched for an upward rush, but changed his mind instantly. The young officer who had flung him down had him covered with his own six-shooter. He could hear footsteps running toward him, and he knew that in a few seconds he would be in the hands of the soldiers. Plunging out of the doorway, the desperado vaulted to the saddle and drove his spurs home. For a minute hoofs pounded on the hard, white road. Then the night swallowed him and the echo of his disappearance.
"That was Bannister of the Shoshones and the Tetons," the girl"s white lips p.r.o.nounced to Lieutenant Beecher.
"And I let him get away from me," the disappointed lad groaned. "Why, I had him right in my hands. I could have throttled him as easy. But how was I to know he would have nerve enough to come rushing into a hotel full of soldiers hunting him?"
"Y"u have a very persistent cousin, Mr. Bannister," said McWilliams, coming forward from the alcove with shining eyes. "And I must say he"s game. Did y"u ever hear the like? Come b.u.t.ting in here as cool as if he hadn"t a thing to do but sing out orders like he was in his own home. He was that easy."
"It seems to me that a little of the praise is due Lieutenant Beecher.
If he hadn"t dealt so competently with the situation murder would have been done. Did you learn your boxing at the Academy, Lieutenant?" Helen asked, trying to treat the situation lightly in spite of her hammering heart.
"I was the champion middleweight of our cla.s.s," Beecher could not help saying boyishly, with another of his blushes.
"I can easily believe it," returned Helen.
"I wish y"u would teach me how to double up a man so prompt and immediate," said the admiring foreman.
"I expect I"m under particular obligations to that straight right to the chin, Lieutenant," chimed in the sheepman. "The fact is that I don"t seem to be able to get out anything except thanks these days. I ought to send my cousin a letter thanking him for giving me a chance to owe so much kindness to so many people."
"Your cousin?" repeated the uncomprehending officer.
"This desperado, Bannister, is my cousin," answered the sheepman gravely.
"But if he was your cousin, why should he want--to kill you?"
"That"s a long story, Lieutenant. Will y"u hear it now?"
"If you feel strong enough to tell it."
"Oh, I"m strong enough." He glanced at Helen. "Perhaps we had better not tire Miss Messiter with it. If y"u"ll come to my room--"
"I should like, above all things, to hear it again," interrupted that young woman promptly.
For the man she loved had just come back to her from the brink of the grave and she was still reluctant to let him out of her sight.
So Ned Bannister told his story once more, and out of the alcove came the happy foreman and Nora to listen to the tale. While he told it his sweetheart"s contented eyes were on him. The excitement of the night burnt pleasantly in her veins, for out of the nettle danger she had plucked safety for her sheepman.
CHAPTER 20. TWO CASES OF DISCIPLINE
The Fourth of July celebration at Gimlet b.u.t.te had been a thing of the past for four days and the Lazy D had fallen back into the routine of ranch life. The riders were discussing supper and the continued absence of Reddy when that young man drew back the flap and joined them.
He stood near the doorway and grinned with embarra.s.sed guilt at the a.s.sembled company.
"I reckon I got too much Fourth of July at Gimlet b.u.t.te, boys. That"s how come I to be onpunctual getting back."
There was a long silence, during which those at the table looked at him with an expressionless gravity that did not seem to veil an unduly warm welcome.
"h.e.l.lo, Mac! h.e.l.lo, boys! I just got back," he further contributed.
Without comment the Lazy D resumed supper. Apparently it had not missed Reddy or noticed his return. Casual conversation was picked up cheerfully. The return of the prodigal was quite ignored.
"Then that blamed cow gits its back up and makes a bee-line for Rogers.
The old man hikes for his pony and--"
"Seems good to git my legs under the old table again," interrupted Reddy with cheerful unease.
"--loses by about half a second," continued Missou. "If Doc hadn"t roped its hind laig--"
"Have some cigars, boys. I brought a box back with me." Reddy tossed a handful on the table, where they continued to lie unnoticed.
"--there"s no telling what would have happened. As "twas the old man got off with a--"
"Y"u bet, they"re good cigars all right," broke in the propitiatory Reddy.
The interrupted anecdote went on to a finish and the men trooped out and left the prodigal alone with his hash. When that young man reached the bunkhouse Frisco was indulging in a reminiscence. Reddy got only the last of it, but that did not contribute to his serenity.
"Yep! When I was working on the Silver Dollar. Must a-been three years ago, I reckon, when Jerry Miller got that chapping."
"Threw down the outfit in a row they had with the Lafferty crowd, didn"t he?" asked Denver.
Frisco nodded.
Mac got up, glanced round, and reached for his hat. "I reckon I"ll have to be going," he said, and forthright departed.
Reddy reached for HIS hat and rose. "I got to go and have a talk with Mac," he explained.
Denver got to the door first and his big frame filled it.
"Don"t hurry, Reddy. It ain"t polite to rush away right after dinner.
Besides, Mac will be here all day. He ain"t starting for New York."
"Y"u"re gittin" blamed particular. Mac he went right out."