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CHAPTER XlV—Continued
—2o—
the matter?” stormed Den
ison, wild with the delay.
“Just a minute,” muttered Parda
loe. “Forgot something. Be right
back.”
Pardaloe spurred back to the jail
oirice while his companions counted
time. He rejoined them after three
minutes that seemed to Denison thir
ty. “For God's sake! Are you ready
now?” Denison chopped off the words
furiously.
"All set, Bill.” returned Pardaloe
peacefully. “You hustled me so, I got
the wrong hat, boy.”
Denison was waspish with impa
tience. “Man alive, what difference
does it make what hat you wear?” he
demanded testily.
“A whole lot of difference,” returned
Pardaloe with warmth. “Had on my
new hat. It might git plugged.”
Three men rode with Denison that
night—Pardaloe, Bob Scott, and Frying
Pan. The ponies were fresh and the
men eager. They stopped at Gunlock.
A light was still burning in the living
room of the ranch house.
Wh®n the men pulled up in the yard,
Denison sprang from the saddle, ran
to the door, and knocked.
“Who’s there?” were the low words
from within.
“is that you, Jane? It's Bill.”
She flung the door open. “Bill,” she
cried, “what are you doing here?”
“I think I’m needed here. How’s
Henry Sawdy?”
“Oh, he’s badly wounded, Bill. How
did you know?”
“Bob Scott and John Frying Pan
have strict orders to bring me ranch
news of the kind that came today.”
“Ben Page rode in to get Dr. Carpy.”
“Tell me quickly, dear, what hap
pened this afternoon,” he urged.
“McCrossen rode out to get some
things, so he said. It was sitting here
sewing. Bill, when in walked McCros
sen. He said he was going away for
good. I said I wished him luck.”
Jane hesitated a moment. “He asked
me to kiss him good-by. I said no. He
got angry and swore he’d take as many
as he wanted. I tried to run to the
front door. He caught me, and I was
fighting him in his arms when Henry
Sawdy walked in at the kitchen door.
“Henry told him to let go of me.
That man acted like a tiger.
“He turned on Sawdy. ‘Get out of
here, Sawdy,’ he shouted. I begged
Sawdy to protect me. He drew his
gun!
“ Let go that girl!’ Sawdy said.
“McCrossen turned on Henry, his
gun in his hand.
“Henry didn t dare fire for fear of
hitting me. McCrossen fired point
blank at Henry, and he fell in a heap.
I screamed, tore myself loose, and ran
out the front door and hid behind a
tree. McCrossen walked out as cool
as could be, put up his gun, mounted
and rode away. Bill, I’m glad you’re
here! I don't fee! safe a minute!”
He comforted her as best he could.
“I must see how had Henry is hurt,
then I’m off with Pardaloe and Bob
Scott after McCrossen. He's running
off steers tonight.*
With Jane, he went to the bed on
which Sawdy had been laid. Sawdy
looked pleasantly surprised as Jane
held up the lamp and he saw Denison.
“Well, Bill,” he sai? coolly, “the old
foreman is shootin’ ’lft up today.”
“Henry, where arc you hit?”
“In the side, Bill, but it ain’t over
serious. You see, McCrossen —”
"Jane told me, Henry. Don’t waste
any strength talking.”.
“When I seen his game to hold .Tane
.for a shield, I made up my mind to
drop at his first shot —”
"You did a good job. Now keep
quiet.”
He told Sawdy of the word he had
from the Indians that a bunch of two
and three-year-olds were to be run
off that night; that George Plenty Bear
was watching in the hills, and that he,
Denison, and Pardaloe hoped to pick
up the trail without much delay.
Over the rim of the hills a full moon
was rising into a cloudless sky. Jane,
with tightened lips, her heart pounding
in her throat, her straining eyes tear
less, stood in the open doorway watch
ing the ghostly figures of the four
horsemen silhouetted against the sky,
as they made their way up the ridge
that led to the hill divide.
From the moment Denison and his
companions crossed the divide, they
were riding into enemy country.
Frying Pan was asked to strike
farther down and across the reserva
tion ; the rendezvous had been fixed
at a point on Deep Creek.
With the hills behind them, Denison,
Scott, and Pardaloe made their way
down the creek breaks to the bench
lands. They were aware of a rough
cattle trail along the east bank of the
creek, but the night, as they halted on
the creek bench, was silent. Denison
THE SUMMERVILLE NEWS: THURSDAY, DECEMBER 3, 1936
conjectured wrongly that the cattle
had been driven past this point.
Working carefully downstream
through clumps of willows and alders
along the benches, Scott pushed ahead
to locate the phantom Frying Pan. The
lone Indian after a time came down
from the hills. He was taciturn. "No
body go by," was all he said.
Denison questioned him closely with
out shaking his certainty that neither
cattle nor horsemen hfld passed down
the east bank. The west bank, where
the- pursuers were now halted, was
impassable for cattle.
“They’ve taken another trail,” Bob,”
declared Denison to Scott. “There’s
an overgrown trail through the timber
to the south. It’s a long way around
and rough, and they took it to throw
off pursuit. But that may beat them
yet.”
“How so?”
“They’ve got to double back, lower
downstream to strike Deep Creek
again with the cattle. We’ll play it so,
anyway. It’s into the brush for us.
We can’t cross the horses here. If
I'm wrong, and they’re above us yet,
it’s safer to stick to this side, any
way.”
“Where can they strike the creek?”
“About a mile above the old
bridge.”
“How we goin’ to get to them?”
"We've got to cross that bridge.”
Scott smiled a sickly smile. “That
bridge’s been failin’ to pieces for 10
years.”
“John,” said Denison to Frying Pan,
“feel out the scrub for us. Let’s go!”
The riding was rough and the pace
through the chaparral grueling. The
four men reached a point where the
creek bottom opened from a canyon
out on low, rough country, and the
rising moon shed more light.
“We're a mile yet above the bridge,”
said Denison. “You and John ride up
the canyon wall a ways, Bob, and take
another look,” he suggested. '
The Indians came back with news.
“There’s somethin’ looks like what’s
left of a campfire near the bridge—”
“Push on!” exclaimed Denison.
“They may have halted there.”
The riding grew worse. Thickets be
came almost impassable. There never
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Their Hands Went Haltingly Up.
had been a trail down the west bank,
and the job called for dogged en
durance.
Scratched and torn, the four reached
an open breathing space where rock
and shale ended the fight through the
scrub. The moon, clearing the moun
tain peaks, revealed, at a distance be
low, the abandoned bridge. Not far
from it, Denison could discern embers
of the campfire Frying Pan had re
ported.
“Where there’s been a fire, there’s
been men.” said Denison. “They may
be there yet. But we’ve got to watch
both sides of the creek. Suppose you.
Bob, and Frying Pan get over to the
east bank —”
“How?”
“The bridge.”
Scott grinned but shook his head.
“There’s ten feet of plankin’ gone in
one place from the floor of the old
bridge Nobody can cross that. We
could maybe crawl across in the day
time —not now.”
“We’ve got to get across somehow,”
insisted Denison. “Bob, is there any
place up or down the creek where you
and John can get over?”
"Not with horses.”
“Well, we must stop the cattle and
whoever’s with ’em. I’ll get over, some
how, after you. Where’s the planking
off the bridge?”
“The east end.”
“That’s bad. No matter —dust along.
Two shots from you will bring me
over. Anyway, you stop anybody that
comes along with the beef. We’ll leave
the horses here with Pardaloe, and
while you’re getting over I’ll try to
find out who these fellows are below
at the fire. Bill,” he turned to Pard
aloe —“if I need you, I’ll whistle.”
“O. K.,” assented the lanky Pard
aloe.
Slipping off his horse and taking his
rifle, Denison crept, crawled, and
rolled down the slope towards the dy
ing fire. For a little way he could be
seen and heard. Then he vanished into
the shadows.
Denison, though anxious to get at
what lay ahead of him, was forced to
work down the slope slowly. Within a
long earshot of the dying fire, he
thought he heard voices. Since the
men were still there, renewed caution
was called for. Creeping over a sandy
bit of bottomland, dragging his rifle
after him, he could hear the voices
quite plainly.
He made out two voices, but this
gave no assurance that one or more
men might not be asleep.
Flattening on the sand, he listened.
The fire and the men were not over
fifty feet away. Denison could hear
their words. They were talking Eng
lish, though one voice was guttural and
revealed a Mexican. As they were ob
viously waiting for someone who had
failed to appear, cold, and too lazy to
keep up their fire, Denison made no
bones about intruding on the pair and
whoever might be with them.
The first the two men heard from
him was a low but plain command:
“Pitch up, boys!"
The startled pair jumped to their
feet. “Up! Put ’em up,” eame a sharp
er order. Their Hands went haltingly
up. They looked around to see where
the voice came from, and while they
looked they heard a short whistle and
saw a man emerge from the chaparral
not twenty feet away.
“Who the hell are you?” demanded
the smaller man of the pair, with a
bluster. His voice betrayed him to
Denison.
“I’m hete, same as you are, to meet
some cattle coming down the creek,"
returned Denison. “I’m going to help
you, Clubfoot. Hands up. Damn you,
keep ’em where they are!” While he
spoke, he heard Pardaloe cluttering
through the thicket. “Bill,” he added,
as Pardaloe appeared, “bring down the
horses, will you?
“These boys are waiting for the cat
tle, same as we are,” explained Den
ison when Pardaloe reappeared. “We
don’t need four hands on the job. Take
their guns. Tie ’em up till we get
straight.”
Pardaloe, tying the mounts, stamped
forward, gun in hand. He searched the
pair, while Clubfoot protested pro
fanely at the outrage.
“I’m here to take over cattle that
belong to me—bought and paid for,”
stormed the butcher.
Before Pardaloe had finished rop
ing the butcher and his helper, a shot
was heard from far across the creek.
Denison started almost as if the bullet
had struck him.
While he listened with every nerve
on edge, a complete silence followed.
It >vas not a fight. Was It a signal?
Almost five minutes passed when a
second shot rang into the night. Den
ison tried to read the riddle. The first
shot had come from a revolver; the
second, sharper and less open, had
come from a rifle. It all dawned on
Denison —they were signal shots.
He whirled toward Pardaloe. “Hand
me Clubfoot’s gun, Bill,” he said. Se
curing the gun, he fired it twice in the
air.
“Some guesswork here, Clubfoot,”
he remarked, emptying and tossing the
gun on the ground. “I don’t know
whether your answer was to be one or
two.”
Scarcely were the words out of his
mouth, when a spatter of revolvei
shots rang across the creek.
“Bill,” exclaimed Denison, “that’s a
fight. If these birds make you the
least trouble, shoot ’em. I’m going
over.”
“How you goin’ over?” called Par
daloe.
“Quickest way I can. Bill,” he
shouted. “The bridge.”
He was running for his horse.
“You’re crazy. It’ll drop you a hun
dred feet, man!” shouted Pardaloe.
“Watch your prisoners!”
Denison was galloping away.
Pardaloe. petrified, watched the dis
appearing horseman. Nothing but the
sharp echo on his ears of flying hoofs i
convinced him he was not dreaming,
for he never would have believed sobei
Bill Denison would take so slender a
chance of getting across the creek
alive. The clatter of hoofs grew
fainter. At times they ceased, and the
old frontiersman's breath choked him
Then, as if in answer to his straining
ears, came the hollow sound of hoof
beats on wood. Denison had reached
the bridge.
An instant later there came into
Pardaloe’s sight, in the distant moon
light, the ghostlike figure of a horse
flying across the rotten bridge. Par
daloe divined at once that the pony
had thrown his rider. Then, of a sud
den, the riderless beast whirled with
a spring and, as if somehow guided
shot ahead again—he was a third ot
the way over.
Pardaloe’s jaws came together
squarely and comfortably, for he now
understood. Denison was on that
horse, clinging to its back like a pan
ther.
But there was still the east-end
plank gap to cross. Scott had said the
big one was ten feet, but he had not
seen it for a year. It might easily be
twelve or fifteen feet; suppose it were
twenty?
With Denison more than halfway
across, the clatter of hoofs grew faint
er. One, two, three rifle shots rang
out in fairly quick succession.
The rider was out of sight. Pardaloe
ran to higher ground. Try as he
would, he could not see a thing on the
bridge. But now and again he could
hear the faint hoofbeats. They ceased.
Then there was a silence; then a faint,
distant shout.
To this day the gap that Denison
jumped has never been measured.
The reckless rider had been spotted
when he was less than halfway across.
McCrossen, riding behind the cattle,
had galloped forward when Rebstock
ahead was intercepted and questioned
by Scott. The half-breed’/ gun signals
had been taken by Rebstock as an at
tack, and he had fired back. Before
either side really knew what it was all
about, they were exchanging shots.
But the instant McCrossen saw the
horse dashing aioflg the rotten bridge,
his sixth sense of danger guessed the
rider for an enemy, and without a mo
ment’s hesitation he trained a rifle on
him and fired.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Take an inventory of yourself,
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From Interest to a Specialty
Often we have to begin slowly
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