DELILAH
Haines muttered at Kate's ear: "This is the man. Now keep up your
courage."
"He doesn't like this," went on Haines in the same muffled voice, "but
when he understands just why you're here I think he'll be as glad as
any of us."
Silent beckoned to him and he went to the chief.
"What about the girl?" asked the big fellow curtly.
"Didn't Rhinehart tell you?"
"Rhinehart's a fool and so are the rest of them. Have you gone loco
too, Haines, to let a girl come here?"
"Where's the harm?"
"Why, damn it, she's marked every man here."
"I let her in because she is trying to get hold of Whistling Dan."
"Which no fool girl c'n take that feller off the trail. Nothin' but
lead can do that."
"I tell you," said Haines, "the boy's in love with her. I watched them
at Morgan's place. She can twist him around her finger."
A faint light broke the gloom of Silent's face.
"Yaller hair an' blue eyes. They c'n do a lot. Maybe you're right.
What's that?" His voice had gone suddenly husky.
A russet moon pushed slowly up through the trees. Its uncertain light
fell across the clearing. For the first time the thick pale smoke of
the fire was visible, rising straight up until it cleared the tops of
the willows, and then caught into swift, jagging lines as the soft
wind struck it. A coyote wailed from the distant hills, and before
his complaint was done another sound came through the hushing of the
willows, a melancholy whistling, thin with distance.
"We'll see if that's the man you want," suggested Haines.
"I'll go along," said Shorty Rhinehart.
"And me too," said a third. The whole group would have accompanied
them, but the heavy voice of Jim Silent cut in: "You'll stay here, all
of you except the girl and Lee."
They turned back, muttering, and Kate followed Haines into the
willows.
"Well?" growled Bill Kilduff.
"What I want to know--" broke in Terry Jordan.
"Go to hell with your questions," said Silent, "but until you go there
you'll do what I say, understand?"
"Look here, Jim," said Hal Purvis, "are you a king an' we jest your
slaves, maybe?"
"You're goin' it a pile too hard," said Shorty Rhinehart.
Every one of these speeches came sharply out while they glared at
Jim Silent. Hands were beginning to fall to the hip and fingers were
curving stiffly as if for the draw. Silent leaned his broad shoulders
against the side of his roan and folded his arms. His eyes went round
the circle slowly, lingering an instant on each face. Under that cold
stare they grew uneasy. To Shorty Rhinehart it became necessary to
push back his hat and scratch his forehead. Terry Jordan found a
mysterious business with his bandana. Every one of them had occasion
to raise his hand from the neighbourhood of his six-shooter. Silent
smiled.
"A fine, hard crew you are," he said sarcastically at last. "A great
bunch of long riders, lettin' a slip of a yaller-haired girl make
fools of you. You over there--you, Shorty Rhinehart, you'd cut the
throat of a man that looked crosswise at the Cumberland girl, wouldn't
you? An' you, Purvis, you're aching to get at me, ain't you? An'
you're still thinkin' of them blue eyes, Jordan?"
Before any one could speak he poured in another volley between wind
and water: "One slip of a girl can make fools out of five long riders?
No, you ain't long riders. All you c'n handle is hobby hosses!"
"What do you want us to do?" growled swarthy Bill Kilduff.
"Keep your face shut while I'm talkin', that's what I want you to do!"
There was a devil of rage in his eyes. His folded arms tugged at each
other, and if they got free there would be gun play. The four men
shrank, and he was satisfied.
"Now I'll tell you what we're goin' to do," he went on. "We're goin'
out after Haines an' the girl. If they come up with this Whistlin' Dan
we're goin' to surround him an' fill him full of lead, while they're
talkin'."
"Not for a million dollars!" burst in Hal Purvis.
"Not in a thousan' years!" echoed Terry Jordan.
Silent turned his watchful eyes from one to the other. They were ready
to fight now, and he sensed it at once.
"Why?" he asked calmly.
"It ain't playin' square with the girl," announced Rhinehart.
"Purvis," said Silent, for he knew that the opposition centred in the
figure of the venomous little gun fighter; "if you seen a mad dog
that was runnin' straight at you, would you be kep' from shootin' it
because a pretty girl hollered out an' asked you not to?"
Their eyes shifted rapidly from one to another, seeking a way out, and
finding none.
"An' is there any difference between this hero Whistlin' Dan an' a mad
dog?"
Still they were mute.
"I tell you, boys, we got a better chance of dodgin' lightnin' an'
puttin' a bloodhound off our trail than we have of gettin' rid of this
Whistlin' Dan. An' when he catches up with us--well, all I'm askin' is
that you remember what he done to them four dollars before they hit
the dust?"
"The chief's right," growled Kilduff, staring down at the ground.
"It's Whistlin' Dan or us. The mountains ain't big enough to hold him
an' us!"
* * * * *
Before Whistling Dan the great wolf glided among the trees. For a full
hour they had wandered through the willows in this manner, and Dan had
made up his mind to surrender the search when Bart, returning from
one of his noiseless detours, sprang out before his master and whined
softly. Dan turned, loosening his revolver in the holster, and
followed Bart through the soft gloom of the tree shadows and the
moonlight. His step was almost as silent as that of the slinking
animal which went before. At last the wolf stopped and raised his
head. Almost instantly Dan saw a man and a woman approaching through
the willows. The moonlight dropped across her face. He recognized
Kate, with Lee Haines walking a pace before her.
"Stand where you are," he said.
Haines leaped to one side, his revolver flashing in his hand. Dan
stepped out before them while Black Bart slunk close beside him,
snarling softly.
He seemed totally regardless of the gun in Haines's hand. His manner
was that of a conqueror who had the outlaw at his mercy.
"You," he said, "walk over there to the side of the clearing."
"Dan!" cried Kate, as she went to him with extended arms.
He stopped her with a gesture, his eyes upon Haines, who had moved
away.
"Watch him, Bart," said Dan.
The black wolf ran to Haines and crouched snarling at his feet. The
outlaw restored his revolver to his holster and stood with his arms
folded, his back turned. Dan looked to Kate. At the meeting of their
eyes she shrank a little. She had expected a difficult task in
persuading him, but not this hard aloofness. She felt suddenly as if
she were a stranger to him.
"How do you come here--with him?"
"He is my friend!"
"You sure pick a queer place to go walkin' with him."
"Hush, Dan! He brought me here to find you!"
"_He_ brought you here?"
"Don't you understand?"
"When I want a friend like him, I'll go huntin' for him myself; an'
I'll pack a gun with me!"
That flickering yellow light played behind Dan's eyes.
"I looked into his face--an' he stared the other way."
She made a little imploring gesture, but his hand remained on his
hips, and there was no softening of his voice.
"What fetched you here?"
Every word was like a hand that pushed her farther away.
"Are you dumb, Kate? What fetched you here?"
"I have come to bring you home, Dan."
"I'm home now."
"What do you mean?"
"There's the roof of my house," he jerked his hand towards the sky,
"the mountain passes are my doors--an' the earth is my floor."
"No! no! We are waiting for you at the ranch."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Dan, this wild trail has no end."
"Maybe, but I know that feller can show me the way to Jim Silent, an'
now----"
He turned towards Haines as he spoke, but here a low, venomous snarl
from Black Bart checked his words. Kate saw him stiffen--his lips
parted to a faint smile--his head tilted back a little as if he
listened intently, though she could hear nothing. She was not a yard
from him, and yet she felt a thousand miles away. His head turned full
upon her, and she would never forget the yellow light of his eyes.
"Dan!" she cried, but her voice was no louder than a whisper.
"Delilah!" he said, and leaped back into the shade of the willows.
Even as he sprang she saw the flash of the moonlight on his drawn
revolver, and fire spat from it twice, answered by a yell of pain,
the clang of a bullet on metal, and half a dozen shots from the woods
behind her.
That word "Delilah!" rang in her brain to the exclusion of all the
world. Vaguely she heard voices shouting--she turned a little and saw
Haines facing her with his revolver in his hand, but prevented from
moving by the wolf who crouched snarling at his feet. The order of his
master kept him there even after that master was gone. Now men ran out
into the clearing. A keen whistle sounded far off among the willows,
and the wolf leaped away from his prisoner and into the shadows on the
trail of Dan.
* * * * *
Tex Calder prided himself on being a light sleeper. Years spent in
constant danger enabled him to keep his sense of hearing alert even
when he slept. He had never been surprised. It was his boast that he
never would be. Therefore when a hand dropped lightly on his shoulder
he started erect from his blankets with a curse and grasped his
revolver. A strong grip on his wrist paralysed his fingers. Whistling
Dan leaned above him.
"Wake up," said the latter.
"What the devil--" breathed the marshal. "You travel like a cloud
shadow, Dan. You make no sound."
"Wake up and talk to me."
"I'm awake all right. What's happened?"
There was a moment of silence while Dan seemed to be trying for
speech.
Black Bart, at the other side of the clearing, pointed his nose at
the yellow moon and wailed. He was very close, but the sound was so
controlled that it seemed to come at a great distance from some wild
spirit wandering between earth and heaven.
Instead of speaking Dan jumped to his feet and commenced pacing up and
down, up and down, a rapid, tireless stride; at his heels the wolf
slunk, with lowered head and tail. The strange fellow was in some
great trouble, Calder could see, and it stirred him mightily to know
that the wild man had turned to him for help. Yet he would ask no
questions.
When in doubt the cattleman rolls a cigarette, and that was what
Calder did. He smoked and waited. At last the inevitable came.
"How old are you, Tex?"
"Forty-four."
"That's a good deal. You ought to know something."
"Maybe."
"About women?"
"Ah!" said Calder.
"Bronchos is cut out chiefly after one pattern," went on Dan.
"They's chiefly jest meanness. Are women the same--jest cut after one
pattern?"
"What pattern, Dan?"
"The pattern of Delilah! They ain't no trust to be put in 'em?"
"A good many of us have found that out."
"I thought one woman was different from the rest."
"We all think that. Woman in particular is divine; woman in general
is--hell!"
"Ay, but this one--" He stopped and set his teeth.
"What has she done?"
"She--" he hesitated, and when he spoke again his voice did not
tremble; there was a deep hurt and wonder in it: "She double-crossed
me!"
"When? Do you mean to say you've met a woman tonight out here among
the willows?--Where--how----"
"Tex----!"
"Ay, Dan."
"It's--it's hell!"
"It is now. But you'll forget her! The mountains, the desert, and
above all, time--they'll cure you, my boy."
"Not in a whole century, Tex."
Calder waited curiously for the explanation. It came.
"Jest to think of her is like hearing music. Oh, God, Tex, what c'n I
do to fight agin this here cold feelin' at my heart?"
Dan slipped down beside the marshal and the latter dropped a
sympathetic hand over the lean, brown fingers. They returned the
pressure with a bone-crushing grip.
"Fight, Dan! It will make you forget her."
"Her skin is softer'n satin, Tex."
"Ay, but you'll never touch it again, Dan."
"Her eyes are deeper'n a pool at night an' her hair is all gold like
ripe corn."
"You'll never look into her eyes again, Dan, and you'll never touch
the gold of that hair."
"God!"
The word was hardly more than a whisper, but it brought Black Bart
leaping to his feet.
Dan spoke again: "Tex, I'm thankin' you for listenin' to me; I wanted
to talk. Bein' silent was burnin' me up. There's one thing more."
"Fire it out, lad."
"This evenin' I told you I hated no man but Jim Silent."
"Yes."
"An' now they's another of his gang. Sometime--when she's standin'
by--I'm goin' to take him by the throat till he don't breathe no more.
Then I'll throw him down in front of her an' ask her if she c'n kiss
the life back into his lips!"
Calder was actually shaking with excitement, but he was wise enough
not to speak.
"Tex!"
"Ay, lad."
"But when I've choked his damned life away----"
"Yes?"
"Ay, lad."
"There'll be five more that seen her shamin' me. Tex--all hell is
bustin' loose inside me!"
For a moment Calder watched, but that stare of cold hate mastered him.
He turned his head.