SUNDOWN'S FRIEND
Bud Shoop was illustrating, with quaint and humorous gestures and
adjectives, one of his early experiences as Ranger on the Apache
Reservation. The men, grouped around the night-fire, smoked and helped
the tale along with reminiscent suggestions and ejaculations of
interest and curiosity. In the midst of a vivid account of the
juxtaposition of a telephone battery and a curious yet unsuspicious
Apache, Shoop paused in the recital and gazed out across the mesa.
"It's the boss," he said, getting to his feet. "Wonder what's up?"
Corliss rode into camp, swung from the saddle, and called to Shoop.
The men gazed at each other, nodded, and the words "Loring" and
"sheep," punctuated their mutterings.
Shoop and Corliss talked together. Then the foreman called to Hi
Wingle, asking him how the "chuck" was holding out.
"Runnin' short on flour and beans, Bud. Figured on makin' the Concho
to-morrow."
Corliss and his foreman came to the fire. "Boss says we're goin' to
bush here the rest of this week," and Corliss nodded.
"I'm expecting company on the west side," explained Corliss,
The men gazed at each other knowingly.
"All right," said Wingle. "Four sacks of flour and a sack of
frijoles'll see us through. Got enough other stuff."
"Send some one in for it," ordered Corliss. "I'm going to stay with
the outfit, from now on."
The men cheered. That was the kind of a boss to work for! No settin'
back and lettin' the men do the fightin'! Some style to Jack Corliss!
All of which was subtly expressed in their applause, although unspoken.
"To see that you boys don't get into mischief," continued Corliss,
smiling.
"Which means keepin' other folks out of mischief, eh, patron?" said a
cow-puncher.
At the word "patron" the men laughed. "They're talkin' of turnin' this
outfit into a sheep-camp," remarked another. "Ba-a-ah!" And again they
laughed.
Shoop motioned to Sundown who rose from beside the fire. "You can
saddle up, Sun."
Sundown caught up his horse and stood waiting while one of the men
saddled two pack-animals. "Tony has the keys. He'll pack the stuff
for you," said Corliss. "Keep jogging and you ought to be back here by
sunup."
The assistant cook mounted and took the lead-rope of the pack-horses.
He was not altogether pleased with the prospect of an all-night ride,
but he knew that he had been chosen as the one whose services could
most easily be dispensed with at the camp. Silently he rode away, the
empty kyacks clattering as the pack-horses trotted unwillingly behind
him. Too busy with the unaccustomed lead-rope to roll cigarettes, he
whistled, and, in turn, recited verse to keep up his spirits.
About midnight he discerned the outline of the low ranch-buildings and
urged his horse to a faster gait. As he passed a clump of cottonwoods,
his horse snorted and shied. Sundown reined him in and leaned peering
ahead. The pack-animals tugged back on the rope. Finally he coaxed
them past the cottonwoods and up to the gate. It was open, an unusual
circumstance which did not escape his notice. He drifted through the
shadows toward the corral, where he tied the horses. Then he stepped
to the bunk-house, found a lantern and lighted it. He hallooed. There
was no response. He stalked across to the ranch-house. He found the
door unlocked. "Hi! Tony!" he called. No one answered. He pushed
the door open and entered. Holding the lantern above his head he
peered around the room.
In the dim light of the lantern vague outlines took shape. He noticed
that the small safe in the corner was open. He became alarmed and
again called. He heard a slight movement behind him and turned to see
the door close. From behind stepped a figure, a slender figure that
seemed unreal, yet familiar. With a cry of surprise he jumped back and
stood facing his old friend and companion of the road, Will Corliss.
"Billy!" he ejaculated, backing away and staring.
"Yes, it's Billy." And Corliss extended his hand.
"But--what, where--?" Sundown hesitated and glanced at the safe. His
eyes widened and he lowered the lantern. "Billy!" he said, ignoring
the other's proffered hand, "what you doin' here?"
Corliss assumed a nonchalant air. "Shake, pal! It's a long time since
we been in a wreck, eh?"
Sundown was silent, studying the other's hardened features. "Billy!"
he reiterated, "what you doin' here?"
Corliss laughed nervously. "What are you doing here?" he
retorted,--"in the office of the Concho, at midnight?"
"I was comin' to get flour and beans for the camp--" he began.
Corliss interrupted him. "Sounds good, that! But they don't keep the
grub here. Guess you made a mistake."
Sundown's face was expressionless. "Guess you made the mistake, Billy.
I thought you was--dead."
"Not on your tin-type, Sun."
"I never thought you was crooked, Billy."
"Crooked!" flashed Corliss. "Say, you--you forget it. I'm here to get
what's coming to me. Jack turned me down, so I'm going to take what's
mine."
"Mebby it's yours, but you ain't gettin' it right," said Sundown.
"I--I--never thought you was--"
"Oh, cut that out! You didn't used to be so dam' particular."
"I never swiped a cent in me life, Billy."
"Well, forget it. I'm in a hurry. You go ahead and get the chuck.
Here are the keys to the store-room--and beat it. Just forget that you
saw me; that's all."
Sundown shook his head. "I ain't forgettin' that easy, Billy. 'Sides,
I'm workin' for the Concho, now. They're treatin' me fine--and I
reckon I got to be square."
"You mean you're going to squeal--going back on your old pal, eh?"
Sundown's face expressed conflicting emotions. He straightened his
lean shoulders. "I tell you, Billy; if you beat it now, they won't be
nothin' to squeal about."
"I'm going to." And Corliss stepped toward the safe. "Just hold that
light this way a minute."
Sundown complied, and Corliss thought that the other had overcome his
scruples. Corliss hastily drew a small canvas sack from the safe and
stuffed it into his pocket. Sundown backed toward the door.
Corliss got to his feet. "Well, so-long, Sun. Guess I'll light out."
"Not with that," said Sundown. "I ain't no preacher, but I ain't goin'
to see you go straight to hell and me do nothin'. Mebby some of that
dough is yourn. I dunno. But somebody's goin' to get pinched for
takin' it. Bein' a Bo, it'll be me."
"So that's what's worrying you, eh? Scared you'll get sent over for
this. Well, you won't. You haven't got anything on you."
"'T ain't that, Billy. It's you."
Corliss laughed. "You're getting religion, too. Well, I never thought
you'd go back on me."
"I ain't. I was always your friend, Billy."
Corliss hesitated. The door behind Sundown moved ever so little.
Corliss's eyes held Sundown with unwinking gaze. Slowly the door swung
open. Sundown felt rather than heard a presence behind him. Before he
could turn, something crashed down on his head. The face of his old
friend, intense, hard, desperate, was the last thing imaged upon his
mind as the room swung round and he dropped limply to the floor.
"Just in time," said Fadeaway, bending over the prostrate figure. "Get
a move, Bill. I followed him from the cottonwoods and heard his talk.
I was waitin' to get him when he come out, but I seen what he was up to
and I fixed him."
Corliss backed against the wall, trembling and white. "Is he--did
you--?"
Fadeaway grinned. "No, just chloroformed him. Get a move, Bill. No
tellin' who'll come moseyin' along. Got the stuff?"
Corliss nodded.
Fadeaway blew out the light. "Come on, Bill. She worked slick."
"But--he knows me," said Corliss. "He'll squeal."
"And I reckon Jack'll believe him. Why, it's easy, Bill. They find
the Bo on the job and the money gone. Who did it? Ask me."
At the cottonwoods they mounted. "Now, you fan it for Soper's," said
Fadeaway. "I'll keep on for the Blue. To-morrow evenin' I'll ride
over and get my divvy."
Corliss hesitated.
"You better travel," said Fadeaway, reining his horse around.
"So-long."
Chance, a prisoner in the stable, whined and gnawed at the rope with
which Corliss had tied him. The rope was hard-twisted and tough.
Finally the last strand gave way. The dog leaped through the doorway
and ran sniffing around the enclosure. He found Sundown's trail and
followed it to the ranch-house. At the threshold the dog stopped. His
neck bristled and he crooked one foreleg. Slowly he stalked to the
prone figure on the floor. He sniffed at Sundown's hands and pawed at
him. Slowly Sundown's eyes opened. He tried to rise and sank back
groaning. Chance frisked around him playfully coaxing. Finally
Sundown managed to sit up. With pain-heavy eyes he gazed around the
room. Slowly he got to his feet and staggered to the doorway. He
leaned against the lintel and breathed deeply of the fresh morning air.
The clear cold tang of the storm that had passed, lingered, giving a
keen edge to the morning. "We're sure in wrong," he muttered, gazing
at Chance, who stood watching him with head cocked and eyes eager for
something to happen--preferably action. Sundown studied the dog dully.
"Say, Chance," he said finally, "do you think you could take a little
word to the camp? I heard of dogs doin' such things. Mebby you could.
Somebody's got to do 'somethin' and I can't." Painfully he stooped and
pointed toward the south. "Go tell the boss!" he commanded. Chance
whined. "No, that way. The camp!"
Chance nosed across the yard toward the gate. Then he stopped and
looked back. Sundown encouraged him by waving his arm toward the
south. "Go ahead, Chance. The boss wants you."
Chance trotted toward the cottonwood, nosed among them, and finally
took Sundown's trail to the knoll.
Sundown crept to the bunk-house, wondering what had become of the
Mexican, Tony. He determined to search for him, but became dizzy, and,
crawling to a bunk, lay back groaning as the dull pain in his head
leaped intermittently to blinding stabs of agony. It seemed ages
before he heard the quick staccato of hoofs on the road. He raised
himself on his elbow as Shoop and Corliss rode up on their
mud-spattered and steaming ponies. Sundown called as they dismounted
at the corral.
Corliss and Shoop stamped in, breathing hard. "What's up?" questioned
Corliss.
"They--they got the money," muttered Sundown, pointing toward the
office.
"Who? See what's up, Bud."
Shoop swung out and across the enclosure.
Corliss stooped over Sundown. "What's wrong, Sun? Why, Great God,
you're hurt!"
The rancher brought water and bathed Sundown's head. "Who did it?" he
questioned.
"I dunno, boss. I come and caught 'em at it. Two of 'em, I guess. I
was tryin' to stop one fella from takin' it when the other slips me one
on the head, and I takes a sleep. I was lookin' for Tony in the
office."
"Where's Tony?"
"I dunno. I was goin' to see--but--my head . . ."
"That's all right. You take it easy as you can. I'll find out."
And Corliss left the room. With Chance he explored the outbuildings
and finally discovered the Mexican bound and gagged in the stable. He
released him, but could make nothing of his answers save that some one
had come at night, tied his hands and feet, and carried him from the
ranch-house.
Corliss returned to Sundown. In the bunkhouse he encountered Shoop.
"They robbed the safe," said Shoop, and he spoke with a strange
quietness. "Better come and take a look, Jack."
"Didn't blow her," said Shoop, pointing toward the corner as they
entered the office.
Corliss knelt and examined the safe. "The man that did it knew the
combination," he said. "There isn't a mark on the door."
He rose, and Shoop met his eye. Corliss shook his head. "I don't
know," he said, as if in answer to a silent questioning. Then he told
Shoop to look for tracks.
"The rain's fixed the tracks," said Shoop, turning in the doorway.
"But it ain't drowned out my guess on this proposition."
"Well, keep guessing, Bud, till I talk to Sundown." And Corliss walked
slowly to the bunkhouse. He sat on the edge of the bunk and laid his
hand on Sundown's sleeve. "Look here, Sun, if you know anything about
this, just tell me. The money's gone and you didn't get that cut on
the head trying to take it. I guess you're straight, all right, but I
think you know something."
Sundown blinked and set his jaw.
Corliss observed and wisely forbore to threaten or command. "Did you
recognize either of the men?" he asked, presently.
"No!" lied Sundown. "Wasn't I hit in the back of me head?"
Corliss smiled grimly. "What were you doing when you got hit?"
"Tryin' to stop the other guy--"
"What did he look like?"
"I dunno. Me lantern was on the floor. He was a hefty guy, bigger 'n
you. Mebby six feet and pow'ful built. Had whiskers so's I couldn't
pipe his face. Big puncher hat down over his eyes and a handkerchief
tied like a mask. I was scared of him, you bet!"
Corliss slowly drew a sack of tobacco and papers from his pocket. He
rolled a cigarette and puffed reflectively. Then he laughed. "I'm out
about eighteen hundred. That's the first thing. Next, you're used up
pretty bad and we're short-handed. Then, we're losing time trying to
track the thieves. But I'm not riled up a little bit. Don't think I'm
mad at you. I'm mighty glad you didn't get put out in this deal.
That's where I stand. I want to find out who took the money. I don't
say that I'll lift a rein to follow them. Depends on who did it."
Sundown winced, and gazed up helplessly. He felt oppressed by the
broad-chested figure near him. He felt that he could not get away
from--what? Not Corliss, for Corliss was undoubtedly friendly. In a
flash he saw that he could not get away from the truth. Yet he
determined to shield his old pal of the road. "You're sure givin' me
the third degree," he said with an attempt at humor. "I reckon I got
to come through. Boss, are you believin' I didn't take the cash?"
"Sure I am! But that isn't enough. Are you working for the Concho,
Sun, or for some other outfit?"
"The Concho," muttered Sundown stubbornly.
"And I'm the Concho. You're working for me. Listen. I've got a yarn
to spin. The man that took the money--or one of them--was short, and
slim, and clean-shaved, and he didn't wear a puncher hat. You weren't
scared of him because he was a coward. You tried to get him to play
square and he talked to you while the other man got you from behind.
That's just a guess, but you furnished the meat for it."
"Me hands are up," said Sundown.
"All right. I'm not going to get after Billy for this. You lied to
me, but you lied to save your pal. Shake!"