Part 37 (1/2)

”He's went in there to-night, Mr. Haight,” she cried breathlessly, ”I seen him; I've watched him every night, but he's never went in till to-night.”

”You fool!” exclaimed Haight, angrily, ”why couldn't you come around and give me the tip on the quiet, instead of standing there grimacing like an idiot, making a fool of yourself and me, too? Where are the boys?”

Such a greeting was too much for Minty, after her faithfulness; her anger was too great even for words, she was speechless and without deigning even a look at Haight, she went into the house, and rus.h.i.+ng to her room, burst into a storm of tears, vowing then and there, between her sobs, that she would tell Mr. Van Dorn every word that Haight had said about him.

Meanwhile, Lyle, from her post of observation in the kitchen, saw Haight call Jim Maverick out from among a group of miners who had congregated for an evening's visit, and after a few words, Maverick signaled to one of the miners, who, with his two companions, came over and joined them. A few moments later the three started down the road, and Lyle heard Haight's final instructions to them:

”Get onto what those fellows are about, if you have to stay till morning, and if you want any help, send Jake back.”

She knew the men; they were cruel and treacherous, and she was confident that they were well armed, but they were at the same time, cowards, and returning to Miss Gladden, she whispered:

”I shall try my little experiment to-night, and I do not believe there will be any trouble.”

It was quite dark when the men who had been sent to watch for Van Dorn reached the little cabin. A lamp was burning within, as could be told by the lines of light around the edge of the dark shade at the window, but beyond this, there was neither sign nor sound. Having a.s.sured themselves that there was no way by which they could ascertain what was going on within, the men sat down behind a little clump of evergreens, and filling their pipes, prepared to await developments.

Scarcely had they done so, however, when the light suddenly went out.

”What the divil do they think they're givin' us?” said one of the men, with an oath.

”They seen us mos' likely, and they're tryin' to fool us that there's n.o.body there.”

”They can't play no such trick on us as that, d.a.m.n 'em,” said the first speaker, but at that instant the cabin door opened, and two figures came out. The men sprang quickly to their feet, making no sound, and listening intently. They heard the lock click in the door, and Jack's voice bidding Rex take care of the house, to which he barked in reply; and then came Mike's broad voice:

”The saints presarve us! but the baste knows more than mony a mon, I'm afther thinkin'.”

”That he does,” replied Jack, ”and he is far more faithful.”

The men, astonished, slunk back into the brush, their keen eyes watching every movement of the two as they pa.s.sed; there was no mistaking those figures, or the rough clothes which they wore; it was Jack and Mike, and their powerful muscle was too well known throughout the camp, for any man, even the most brutal, to have the slightest wish to tackle either of them.

As Jack and his companion pa.s.sed out of hearing, the men dropped to the ground, and for a moment the air resounded with their profanity, while they held a brief consultation.

”They've tricked us, and that feller's hidin' 'round here,” said the leader, ”or else he went on ahead to the mines; he hadn't no time to go back to the house, for we'd 'a met 'im. There's somethin' in the wind to-night,” he added with an oath, ”and I'm goin' to find out what 'tis. You fellers git after them two and keep 'em in sight; the boss is down there, and mebbe the other feller, too; if ye see 'im, send Jake to me, and I'll come 'round there and we'll lay for 'em. If he ain't there, he's here, hidin' somewhere, and I'll watch and settle his hash for 'im all right when he does show up.”

”We'd better git some more of the boys,” said Jake, ”if we're goin' to tackle them fellers with Jack and Mike along; that ain't no kind of a job I'm hankerin' after.”

”You d.a.m.ned fool!” said the first speaker, ”who's said anything 'bout Jack and Mike? They'll come back the way they've went, and them others will start up the canyon for the house, and if we three can't hold 'em up, my name ain't Pete Brody; now git!”

Jack and his partner had met Houston in the Yankee Boy mine. As they emerged from the shaft a little later, the piercing eyes of Jack and Houston caught a glimpse of two figures skulking among the rocks at a distance. Van Dorn was at a slight disadvantage, being somewhat near-sighted, and having been obliged to take off his gla.s.ses when donning Mike's costume.

”I know them,” said Jack, ”they are two of the three that were outside the cabin, and one of them is about the biggest coward that breathes; we could dispose of a regiment of such men, but I prefer to get along without trouble if we can.”

They started for the other mine, Houston taking the lead and Van Dorn following, while Jack brought up the rear.

”They are following us,” said Jack, after two or three quick glances behind him, ”but at a distance; we will probably have a nearer view of them later, when we leave the mine.”

As they proceeded through the tunnel of the Lucky Chance mine, they met very few of the miners; they touched their caps to Houston with a sort of sullen civility, and greeted his companions with rough jests, which Jack received with his usual taciturn manner, but to which Van Dorn, from underneath his disguise, responded with bits of Irish blarney and wit, which greatly amused his a.s.sociates.

Meanwhile, Pete Brody, as he kept his solitary watch before the cabin, was surprised by the sudden return of Jake.

”Have ye found 'im?” he inquired eagerly, ”Is he down there with the boss?”