A NEW VOLUNTEER
The desperate seriousness of their situation was only too evident.
Both men recognized this, yet had no opportunity then to reflect over
its possibilities, or plan for relief. Without exchanging a word,
except as related to their present labor, the two at once began
ministering to the relief of Hayes, confident that Brown, stationed
without, would guard vigorously against any surprise attack. The two
wounds upon the sheriff's head were extremely ugly in appearance, being
both deep and jagged, and having bled profusely. However, when
carefully washed and probed, neither proved particularly severe or
dangerous. In less than an hour, conscious yet exceedingly weak and
becoming somewhat feverish, the injured man, dazed in mind but fairly
comfortable in body, had been safely stowed away in a bunk, with every
prospect of an early recovery.
Not until all this had been accomplished did his anxious nurses venture
to look thoughtfully into each others' faces and take direct cognizance
of their own perilous position. Hicks stepped outside into the
sunlight, wiping the perspiration from off his face, and a moment later
Winston joined him, the two standing in grave silence, gazing off
toward the apparently deserted "Independence." The strain of the past
night and day had plainly marked them both, yet it was not exposure and
toil alone that gave such anxiety to their faces. Finally Hicks turned
from his long scrutiny and glanced back toward the younger man,
stroking his goat's beard solemnly.
"Looks ter me like we'd managed ter drop into a mighty bad hole, an'
was up agin the real thing," he began gloomily, yet hastening to add in
explanation, "not as I have any notion o' cavin', you onderstand, only
I ain't overly pleased with the situation, an' thet 's a fact. I never
yit objected in particular ter no fair fight, not o' any kind, free fer
all, or stan' up, but I ain't used ter buckin' agin the law nohow, an'
someway thet seems ter be 'bout what we 're up agin this trip. Beats
hell the way things turned out, don't it?"
Winston nodded without opening his lips. He was thinking more
earnestly about Miss Norvell's unpleasant position than of their own,
yet compelled himself to attention.
"Now, this yere Farnham is a gambler an' a thief; he 's all round
crooked, an' we 've got a cinch on him fer the penitentiary. But we
ain't got the right holt," the old miner continued, squinting his eyes
as if thus endeavoring to get the thought firmly lodged in his brain.
"He 's ben made a deputy sheriff. He kin turn that crowd o' toughs
over thar into a posse, an' come over here with the whole law o' the
State backin' them in any deviltry they decide on, even ter killin' off
the lot o' us for resistin' officers. Es Sam Hayes said, if we shoot,
we 'll be a-shootin' up Gulpin County. An' yet, by thunder, we 've
plumb got ter do it, er git off the earth. I jest don't see no other
way. Biff, he won't care a damn how he gits us, so he gits us afore we
have any chance ter turn the tables on him, an' shift the law over ter
our side. Hayes can't help any, fer he 's out o' his head.
Consequent, it's up ter us. Thet warrant business, an' deputy sheriff
racket, was a blame smart trick, all right. It would 'a' corralled us
good an' proper if thet fool Swede had n't run amuck. Not that he left
us in no bed o' roses, but, at least, we got a fightin' chance now, an'
afore we did n't have even that. I was inclined ter let yer surrender
to the sheriff, fer Sam Hayes is a squar' man, but not ter Farnham an'
his gang--not much, Mary Ann! Thet would mean lynchin', an' I know it.
So, I reckon we jest got to plug it out, an' trust ter luck. Thet 's
my view-point, but ye 're a more higher edycated man ner me, Mr.
Winston, an' maybe you kin see some other way out."
The old man sat down on an outcropping stone, pulled out his pipe and
lit it, puffing thick rings of smoke into the air with manifest
enjoyment. Winston did not answer until the other again turned his
eyes upon him questioningly.
"I was busy thinking," explained the engineer, "but must confess the
situation looks about as bad to me as it does to you. The silver
lining of this cloud is not apparent. Of course, we 've got the right
of it, but in some way Fate has managed to leave us set square against
the law. We 're outlaws without having done a thing to warrant it.
There is n't but one possible way out, and that is for us to get on the
right side again. Now, how can it be done? Some one of us will have
to go down to San Juan, before those fellows get over here in force,
swear out warrants against Farnham and his partners, and have this
whole affair probed to the bottom. We 've got them, if we can only get
the ear of the District Attorney, and shift this fight into the courts.
The trouble is, Farnham was smart enough to get there ahead of us, and
he 'll win out if we don't move quick and block him. I can't go
myself, for I 'm a prisoner, and must remain with the sheriff, or will
be considered a fugitive. The only question is, Can any one hope to
get through?"
Hicks permitted his gaze to stray out across the dim valley below, then
up toward the ragged summit of the overhanging crest of rocks. Through
the smoke of his pipe he deliberately surveyed Stutter Brown, perched
motionless at the edge of his watchtower, a Winchester silhouetted
black against the stone.
"Not down thet way, anyhow," he announced, finally, pointing with his
pipe-stem. "I reckon a mosquiter could n't git through along thet
trail ternight. Ever hear tell o' Daggett Station?"
Winston rubbed his chin, endeavoring to recall the name.
"I 'm not sure. Is it the water-tank and section-house, next stop
below Bolton Junction, on the main line?"
"You 've called the tarn. Wal, it's over thar," pointing apparently
into the heart of the mountain, "straight south, twenty miles as ther
crow flies from the foot o' this rise, across as barren a sand waste as
ever broke a man's heart--nary drop o' water from start ter finish, an'
hot--oh, hell!" He paused, thinking. "But I hardly reckon them people
would ever think 'bout guardin' thet way out, an' a good rider could
make it easy afore daylight, an' catch the train East."
"How do you get down?"
"Through a long, twistin' ravine; it's a mean place fer travellin', an'
you have ter lead the hoss till yer strike the sand."
"Ever cross there yourself?"
"Wal, no," stroking his beard; "but Stutter come back thet way onct,
from a hunt or something. He never said nothin' when he struck in, but
yer could 'a' scraped alkali off him with a hoe, an' he drunk a whole
bucket o' water without takin' breath. So I reckon it wa'n't no
pleasure jaunt."
"Then it's got to be Stutter," decided Winston, rising to his feet,
"for we must get word to San Juan. I 'm going inside to see how Hayes
is feeling."
"I reckon thet's the ticket," agreed Hicks, gloomily, "but I 'm blamed
if I like losin' him. He 's a fightin' man, thet Stutter, after he
onct gits his blood stirred up, an' I 'm sorter expectin' a lively time
yere when it gits dark. It 'll be Farnham's last chance ter put us out
o' the way, an' he 's likely ter take it. I 'll bet Stutter won't go,
leastwise without the gal; he 's natural bull-headed, besides bein' in
love. Thet makes an ornery combination."
Within the cabin, the door closed behind him, the single small window
shedding a dim light across the apartment, Winston turned, his hand
still upon the latch, and confronted Beth Norvell and Mercedes. Their
presence there was so unexpected that the young man paused in sudden
embarrassment, ready words failing him. The two were seated close
together on rude stools beneath the window, where they had evidently
been in intimate conversation. The former, her gaze lowered upon the
floor, did not glance up; but Mercedes flashed her black eyes into his
face, recognizing his confusion, and hastening to relieve it.
Warm-hearted, impulsive, already beginning to experience the value of
true love, the young Mexican was eager to bring these two into a better
understanding. Her quick smile of welcome swept away for an instant
all memory of the other's apparent indifference.
"Ah, eet vas good you come, señor. See, ve shut up here like
prisoners; ve see nottings, ve hear nottings, ve know nottings. Now ve
make you tell us eet all, de whole story. Miladi here, she tink eet
all ver' bad; she cry, de tear yet in her eye, an' I know not vat to
tell to make her feel bettah. She 'fraid for ever'ting, but most I
tink, she 'fraid for you, señor."
Miss Norvell hastily laid her hand upon the girl's sleeve in
remonstrance, her face showing grave in the dim light.
"No, no, Mercedes; you must not say too much, or Mr. Winston will think
us both very foolish."
"Eet vas not foolish for us to vant to know, vas eet, señor?"
"Assuredly not." He walked across the narrow room, glanced into the
face of the sleeping sheriff, came back beside them, and leaned against
the wall. The movement served to yield him confidence and
self-control, to decide him as to his future course. "What is it you
are so desirous of knowing?"
"Vy, de whole ting, señor, de whole ting."
He gazed directly into the partially upturned face of the other, as
though urging her also to speak.
"We do not in the least comprehend the situation here, Mr. Winston,"
she responded, her voice low and steady. "No one has taken the trouble
to explain. We realize, of course, it must be serious, but possibly
the strain would prove less if we understood clearly what must be met."
The engineer bowed, drawing toward him an empty cracker-box, and sat
down facing them both.
"I will relate the circumstances to you in all their unpleasantness,"
he began quietly. "Perhaps your woman wit may discover some loophole
which has escaped us." Clearly, yet rapidly, he reviewed the salient
points of the controversy between Farnham and the "Little Yankee," his
own brief connection with it, the discoveries made in the lower levels
of the "Independence," his desperate struggle with Burke, the swearing
out and serving of warrants, the sudden change in situation which had
placed them legally in the wrong, the accident to the sheriff, the curt
dismissal of his deputy, and the probable consequences. His voice grew
deep as he proceeded, marking the intense interest with which they
followed his recital. Then he unfolded briefly the plan adopted for
relief. It was the impulsive Mexican who broke the silence that
followed his conclusion.
"Si, I see dat!" she exclaimed, leaning eagerly forward, her head
between her hands. "Eet vas ver' good vay. But you tink dar be fight
soon? You tink so? Beell, he tink so? Den you no like dat de Señor
Brown be avay? No, no, you no like be lef' alone ven de fight come?
He big, strong, brav'; he bettah as ten men, hey? Eet vas so, I tell
you. I go vis de message, si; Señor Brown he stay here. Vould not dat
be de bettah?"
Winston shifted uneasily upon his cracker-box, his gaze wandering from
the animated face confronting him to that of the other farther back
amid the shadows, still grave and full of doubt.
"You?" he exclaimed in surprise. "Surely you do not suppose we would
ever permit you to attempt such a thing."
"No? An' vy not, señor?" springing impulsively to her feet, her eyes
opening wide. "Maybe you tink I not know how ride? Maybe you tink I
vas 'fraid of de dark? or dat I lose my vay? You tink me leetle girl,"
and she snapped her fingers indignantly. "Do dat? Of course I do dat!
_Sapristi_! Eet vas easy. Just ride twenty mile. Bah! I do dat lots
o' times. My pony he take me in tree, four hour sure. He nice pony,
an' he lofe Mercedes."
"But you do not know the way, girl, and the ride must be made at night."
"De vay--poof! You speak ver' foolish. De vay?--you tink I cannot
find de vay! Vy, I Mexicana, señor; I know de vay of de desert; I read
de sign here, dar, everyvere, like miladi does de book. I know how;
si, si. Señor Brown he show me how get down de side of de mountain,
den I know de res'. Twenty mile south to de rail; I read de stars, I
feel de wind, I give de pony de quirt, and it vas done--_bueno_!"
Winston sat silently watching her, impressed by the earnestness of her
broken English, the eloquent energy of her gesticulations.
"Vas dat not de bettah vay, señor? I no good here; I just girl in de
vay, an' ven de fight come maybe I be 'fraid. But Señor Brown he not
git 'fraid; he fight hard, more as ten men. So I help too; I just ride
de pony, but I help. I go San Juan; I see de Distric' Attorney." She
clapped her hands, laughing at the thought. "Si, I know de Distric'
Attorney ver' veil. He tink Mercedes ver' nice girl; he tink I dance
bettah as any he ever saw; he say so to me. He do vat Mercedes vant,
vat she say vas de right ting--sure he do. Vas dat not de bettah,
señor?"
"Possibly," yet secretly questioning her motives, "but--but really, you
know, I always supposed you to be a friend of Farnham's!"
The girl instantly flushed crimson to the roots of her black hair,
bringing her hands together sharply, her eyes straying from Winston to
the suddenly uplifted face of Miss Norvell.
"No, no," she said, at last, her voice softer. "He vas not to me
anyting! She know how it vas; maybe she tell you sometime. Not now,
but sometime. I jus' vant do right. I vant serve Señor Brown, not dat
Farnham no more. No, no! once, maybe, I tink dat man ver' nice; I tink
him good friend; he say much promise Mercedes. Now I tink dat no
more--I know he lie all de time; I see tings as dey vas right, an' I
try be good girl. You sabe all dat, señor?"
"I understand some of it at least," and he smiled back into her
pleading eyes, "enough to trust you. If Hicks and Brown consent, your
going will be all right with me."
"_Bueno_!" and she dropped him a deep Spanish courtesy, executing a
quick dancing step toward the door. "Den eet vill be so. I no 'fraid.
I go see dem both. _Adios_."
The door opened, and she flashed forth into the fading sunlight; it
closed behind her, and left the two alone among the shadows.