CHAPTER XVI

Telling of how Pike and his Gang come and of what Kaiser and I do to

get ready for them: together with the Way we meet them.

Here, now, I must tell of how the outlaws came to Track's End, and of

the fight we, that is to say, Pike and his gang on the one side and I,

Judson Pitcher, on the other side, had that day.

I may speak in prejudice, though I mean to be fair, when I say that I

believe them to have been as bad a gang of cutthroats as you could

well scare up. Though I fought them all as best I could I make no

bones of saying that I should ten thousand times rather have been at

home blowing the bellows, or doing anything else.

I was very lucky with these villains and was not caught away from home

flat on my back, as I had been by those other scoundrels, the Indians;

if I had not been lucky I should not now be here to tell the tale.

Those fellows meant no good to me nor to anybody else. It would have

been no bad thing if they could all have been hanged by the neck.

They came, then, to Track's End to rob, and to murder if needs be, on

Saturday, February 5th. My good luck consisted in this: The evening

before, just as the sun was about to go down, I saw them at Mountain's

from the windmill tower with Tom Carr's field-glass. I had gone up on

purpose to have a look about, as I did two or three times every day

when the weather was so I could see. For three days the weather had

been much better than at any time before, and it had even thawed a

little; so I was not much surprised when I saw horses coming up to the

shack from the west. I made out seven men all told, and some extra led

horses. I could see that the men went into the shack and that many of

the horses lay down. By this I knew they were tired, and guessed that

the gang would probably stay there that night and rest. I was

surprised that they had got through on horses at all. I stayed on the

tower till it was so dark that I could not see any more. The longer I

stayed the louder my heart thumped.

I knew they might, after all, come that night, either with the horses

or on snow-shoes, so I did what I could to get ready for them. The

fires were all going well, and I lit several lamps about town. I

wished a thousand times for the population I was pretending I had. I

thought if I could have even one friend just to talk to perhaps my

heart wouldn't act quite so unreasonably. But after a while it tired

out and quieted down. My knees got stronger and more like good,

sensible knees that you don't have to be ashamed of. I took a look at

all the guns and wiped them up. I locked and bolted everything except

the doors or windows which led into the tunnels. There wasn't anything

more I could do except wait and try to keep that crazy heart of mine a

little quiet.

I knew that whenever or however they came they would be most likely to

come in on the grade, so I thought the best place to wait was in

Townsend's store, as they would have to come up facing the back of it.

The windows were planked up; but I knew that there were no windows in

town, or even sides of houses, either, which would stop a bullet from

a good rifle. I calculated if they came in the night it would probably

be about one or two o'clock, and if they waited till morning I could

look for them when it began to get light.

I went over to Townsend's early in the evening and sat down close to a

back window in the second story. I had Kaiser with me. I think he was

gradually getting the thing through his head, because he had stopped

wagging his tail and begun to growl once in a while. I thought I could

trust him to hear any sound for three or four hours, and I tried to

sleep, but I couldn't. Every few minutes I went up a short ladder and

put my head out the scuttle in the roof to look and listen. I heard a

good deal, but except for the wolves away off it was all in my ears.

About midnight by the stars I went to sleep in my chair before I knew

it.

When I woke up I gave a great jump. It seemed as if I had been asleep

a week; and it certainly had been several hours. Kaiser was sitting on

the floor beside my chair. I knelt down and threw my arms around his

neck and gave him such a prodigious hug that it must have hurt him.

"We will do the best we can!" I said to him.

From the roof I could see a faint light in the east. The wind was

fresher from the northwest and it was drifting a little; this was

good. I scolded myself for having slept so long. I knew if they had

come that I should not have been ready for them.

I hurried around and fixed the fires. I drank a cup of coffee at the

hotel, but couldn't eat anything. I think if I had had outlaws every

day that my keep wouldn't have cost Sours very much. I was back at

Townsend's in a jiffy. It was getting red in the east now, and the

moon, which had shone all night, was about down. It was light enough

so I could see pretty well by this time; but I heard the crunching of

the crust by the horses' feet before I could see them at all. Then I

saw the whole gang coming on a dog-trot along the grade, two abreast,

with one ahead, seven pleasant neighbors coming to call on me at

Track's End. I let them come as near as they deserved to come to any

honest town and then fired a shot in front of them. I tried to see if

the bullet skipped on the snow, but the smoke got in my eyes.

Anyhow, they stopped pretty quick, and stood all in a bunch, talking.

"Maybe you don't like to be shot at," I said out loud. I don't know

how it was, but my heart was doing better. I thought I would wait and

see before I did any more shooting.

They talked a few minutes; then one of them got off his horse, handed

his gun and belt to one of the others, took off his big fur coat,

pulled out a white cloth and waved it and came walking very slowly

toward the town. This seemed fair enough; I had heard my Uncle Ben

tell about flags of truce in the war. I waved my handkerchief out of

the port-hole and then waited three or four minutes as if we in the

houses were talking it over; then I walked boldly out the back door.

Kaiser wanted to go along, so I let him.

The man walked very slowly, and I did the same, but we came up within

a few steps of each other at last. This was out not very far from the

water-tank. I had expected it was Pike himself, and, sure enough, it

was, wearing a leather jacket with the collar turned up.

[Illustration: MY MEETING WITH PIKE, TRACK'S END, FEBRUARY FIFTH]

"It's you, is it, Jud?" said he in a kind of sneering tone. (It seemed

strange to me to hear a man's voice, I had been so long alone.)

"Yes, it's me," I answered. "What do you want?"

"I sort of thought these here Track's Enders might send out a

full-grown man to talk to me about such an important matter," he went

on.

"I was man enough to catch you a couple of times and it was only your

good luck that you weren't hung up here in Track's End by the neck," I

said, a little put out by the way he spoke, because I was almost as

big as he was.

"Oh, well, no matter. Now you--"

"I'll tell you the reason I was sent out," I broke in, just thinking

of something.

"What is it?"

"I can say all there is to say as well as anybody, but I'm a poor

shot, so it was decided that if I didn't get back it wouldn't make

much difference in the matter of shooting you fellows down if you come

any nearer."

He pulled his collar down and looked at me over his crooked nose.

Kaiser began to growl, but I poked him in the ribs with my foot to let

him understand that there was a flag of truce on and he must behave

himself. I guess Pike didn't like it, because this sounded as if we

couldn't trust him, but he didn't say anything.

"Well," he broke out, "there's no use of us standing here and talking.

We've come after that $5,000, and you fellers know it."

"We told you all we had to say about that in the letter."

"Then we'll bust that safe and burn your town," he said, like a

savage.

"Go ahead and try it," I answered. "We're ready for you."

His face, which had looked black as night all the while, now turned

white with rage.

"We'll try it fast enough and we'll do it fast enough, too," he cried,

with some prodigious oaths, bad enough for any pirate. "Look here; I

ain't got any gun with me, and I s'pose you ain't, if you're any man

at all. But you're as near your gun as I am mine, hey?"

"Yes," I said.

"Then this here flag of truce is ended right now. When I get hold of

my gun I shoot, and you're welcome to do the same!"

He turned and started back on the run. So there was nothing for me but

to face about and do the same.

Track's End Being the Narrative of Judson Pitcher's Strange Winter Spent There as Told by Himself and Edited by Hayden Carruth Including an Accurate Account of His Numerous Adventures, and the Facts Concerning His Several Surprising Escapes from Death Now First Printed in Full · 第 16 / 22 章