THE END OF THE MYSTERY.
Matt and Susie withdrew to the porch and softly closed the door behind
them. The minds of both of them were in a daze. There were tears in
Susie's eyes.
"Fellers useter act that way when I was rampin' around in the hills,"
growled Welcome, with a fierce look at the closed door; "but they was
mostly lawless, an' didn't keer fer no one. I got a mind to go right in
there an' drive the feller out!"
"Sh-h-h!" admonished Susie; "not so loud, Welcome. It's Rags' father."
"Father!" echoed Welcome, Chub, and Clip.
"Yes," said Matt. "Don't it beat anything you ever heard of, Clip?
Bascomb is Rags' father! No wonder he was in a hurry to get here. José,
the Mexican that was with Juan Morisco when the team ran away, found
Bascomb in the hills and told him of the accident. After I fell in with
Bascomb he started to asking me about Rags. I'd no sooner told how
badly hurt she was, when he got in the biggest kind of a hurry to reach
Phoenix."
"We certainly got here on the jump," said Clip. "If you want to get
speed out of a motor, put Motor Matt in charge."
"Didn't Rags tell you anything about herself?" asked Matt.
"Not a word," said Chub.
"And she can't get well?"
Susie shook her head.
"Who's her father, anyhow?" spoke up Welcome.
"Joe Bascomb," answered Matt. "He's one of the Dangerfield gang."
"You been mixin' up with that gang, Matt King?" went on Welcome.
"You bet he has," said Clip. "Matt's done a lot of mixing. Pretty hot,
some of it."
"Where'd you go so sudden, pard?" came from Chub. "What was it the
governor wanted of you?"
"He wanted me to turn a 'century' in five hours," answered Matt.
"Up Castle Creek Cañon and over the divide, at that," interpolated
Clip. "He did it in less than five hours. And fought smugglers all the
way."
"But where'd he pick up this Bascomb?" persisted Welcome. "That's
what's worryin' me a hull lot."
"It's too long a yarn to spin now, Welcome," replied Matt. "You'll get
it all some time. What came over the doctor all at once? Does anybody
know?"
"Not me," said Chub. "He dug out o' here like he had a hurry-up call
over in town somewhere. Never said a word, but just rolled into his
buggy and began kicking up the dust."
"He's coming back," reported Clip, his eyes up the road. "Seems to be
in as big a rush to get back as he was to get away."
"That isn't the doctor," said Susie, as the rig drew nearer. "There are
two men in the buggy and neither of them is the doctor."
"One's McKibben," said Chub, "and the other is Sparks, his deputy. I'm
next now. The doctor found out Bascomb was one of the Dangerfield gang,
and hot-footed it for the sheriff's office."
The rig drew up with a rush in front of the gate, and the two officers
dropped out. Leaving Sparks to tie the horse, McKibben hurried into the
yard. Matt went down the porch steps to meet him.
"Ah, King!" exclaimed the sheriff, a sparkle in his eyes. "I thought
you'd be back to-day. Made good, as usual, eh? The doctor says one of
the gang is here."
"He's in the house," said Matt. "He's the father of the little girl,
and----"
"The doctor told me that. Ever since Morisco told me what he knew, I've
been half-expecting this would happen. The only thing in the way was
having the girl's father find out how badly she was hurt. Who told him?"
"The Mexican that rode off on the horse when you arrested Morisco."
"He couldn't have told him all--he didn't know it."
"Well, I told Bascomb what I knew."
"Bascomb?" queried the sheriff.
"That's the man's name."
"Oh!"
"I'd leave him alone in there for a while, Mr. McKibben," went on Matt.
"He's having a hard time of it."
"I'll not bother him yet." McKibben turned to his deputy who was just
coming through the gate. "Go around to the rear of the house, Sparks,"
said he, "and see that he don't get out that way."
Sparks disappeared around the corner of the building.
"Did Morisco tell you anything about the girl, Mr. McKibben?" queried
Matt.
"He told me all about her," replied the sheriff. "Morisco was sent
on here to get the girl and take her out to the Rio Verde. When the
gang came along her father was to pick her up and take her with him to
Mexico. This here Bascomb came from the East, and left the girl behind
him. From what I got from Morisco, I figure that the little one had a
hard time of it. Bascomb, knowing the gang was soon going to change its
location, sent East and had the girl come to Phoenix. José is a brother
of Juan's, and Bascomb had the wood-hauler take charge of his daughter
until he could get hold of her himself. When a man's a criminal, his
operations are a bit hampered. That's the way it was with Bascomb. He
had to watch his chance, send Juan in to town, and have him bring the
girl to the Rio Verde. Only Juan didn't. Matters went a little wrong
for him. Trust a couple of greasers to botch things up! Why, one of my
men had spotted Juan Morisco the minute he hit the Mexican quarter.
We couldn't just identify him, that was all. A piece of courtplaster
covered the scar on his face. The governor will be mighty tickled,
Matt, when he hears how you've made good."
"Have you heard how Burke came out?"
"Got a wire from Prescott an hour ago. Six of the gang were captured
at Tinaja Wells; the rest, including Dangerfield, made a run of it and
got clear. But I reckon the smuggling of Chinks into this section has
been pretty well discouraged. You did a cracking good piece of work for
Uncle Sam yesterday, my boy."
"I wish it had turned out a little different," said Matt, looking away.
"Different?" asked the sheriff. "How do you mean?"
"If poor little Rags could only have pulled through----"
"We've got to take those things as we find 'em," said McKibben gruffly.
"It's hard lines, of course, and I'm sorry for Bascomb. But he brought
it all on himself. If he'd have led an honest life, Rags wouldn't have
been left to shift for herself. Every man that goes wrong pays the
penalty--and sometimes makes others pay part of it. How long has he
been in there?" The sheriff nodded toward the house.
"About half an hour," answered Matt.
"I reckon that's long enough."
McKibben walked to the steps and ascended to the front door. Just as
he was about to lay his hand on the knob, the door opened and Bascomb
shambled out.
He hardly looked like the same man. His shoulders were drooping
forward, his head was bowed, and his face was heavy with grief.
McKibben stepped up beside him and laid a hand on his shoulder. Bascomb
started at the touch and lifted his head passively.
"Well?" said he, in a low tone.
"You're under arrest, Dangerfield," said McKibben.
Matt and Clip hardly believed their ears. Dangerfield! Had McKibben
made a mistake?
"Nothing much matters now, McKibben," returned the prisoner wearily.
He held out his hands, wrists together. "I'm not armed, and I wouldn't
make you any trouble if I was."
A pair of handcuffs were snapped into place, and the sheriff tucked a
hand under his prisoner's arm and led him down from the porch.
"All right, Sparks!" called the sheriff.
While the deputy was coming around the house, the prisoner turned to
Matt.
"Joe Bascomb Dangerfield, King, is my full name," said he. "I only gave
you part of it. Some things you didn't understand before I suppose are
perfectly clear to you now."
He faced the sheriff.
"Understand this, McKibben," he went on, "it was Matt King who brought
me in. He took charge of me in Castle Creek Cañon. The reward goes to
him."
"He'll be taken care of," said McKibben briefly.
Once more Dangerfield turned to Matt.
"You did your best for Ollie, King," he continued, a shake in his
voice. "Give me your hand."
The handcuffs rattled as Matt shook the prisoner's hand; then, between
McKibben and Sparks, Dangerfield was led away.
Criminal though Dangerfield was, Matt pitied him from the bottom of his
heart. Instead of using the doctor's rig for the return to town, the
officers appropriated the red roadster. Sparks got in behind, with the
prisoner, and McKibben took the driver's seat. They were soon across
the bridge and lost to sight.
"Waal, snakes alive!" muttered Welcome Perkins. "Blamed if Matt didn't
ketch the leader o' the gang without never knowin' it."
Matt whirled and went into the house. Susie was already in the front
room. She motioned toward the couch.
Rags was lying still and silent, her hands crossed on her breast.