Part 15 (1/2)

Presently Gordon got up, yawned, and strolled toward the edge of the camp.

”Don't go and get lost, young fellow,” cautioned Dud.

Gordon, on his way back, pa.s.sed behind the guard, who was sitting tailor fas.h.i.+on before a smudge with a muley shotgun across his knees.

”This ain't no country for chechakoes to be wandering around without a keeper,” the cook continued. ”Looks like your folks would have better sense than to let their rah-rah boy--”

He got no farther. Elliot dropped to one knee and his strong fingers closed on the gullet of the man so tightly that not even a groan could escape him. His feet thrashed to and fro as he struggled, but he could not shake off the grip that was strangling him. The old miner, waiting with every muscle ready and every nerve under tension, flung aside his blanket and hurled himself at the guard. It took him less time than it takes to tell to wrest the gun from the cook.

He got to his feet just as Big Bill, his eyes and brain still fogged with sleep, sat up and began to take notice of the disturbance.

”Don't move,” warned Holt sharply. ”Better throw your hands up. You reach for the stars, too, Holway. No monkey business, do you hear? I'd as lief blow a hole through you as not.”

Big Bill turned bitterly upon Elliot. ”So you were faking all the time, young fellow. We save your life and you round on us. You're a pretty slick proposition as a double-crosser.”

”And that ain't all,” chirped up Holt blithely. ”Let me introduce our friend to you, Mr. Big Bill Macy. This is Gordon Elliot, the land agent appointed to look over the Kamatlah claims. Selfridge gave you lads this penitentiary job so as I wouldn't meet Elliot when he reached the camp.

If he hadn't been so darned anxious about it, our young friend would have died here on the divide. But Mr. Selfridge kindly outfitted a party and sent us a hundred miles into the hills to rescue the peris.h.i.+ng, as the old sayin' goes. Consequence is, Elliot and me meet up and have that nice confidential talk after all. The ways of Providence is strange, as you might say, Mr. Macy.”

”Your trick,” conceded Big Bill sullenly. ”Now what are you going to do with us?”

”Not a thing--going to leave you right here to prospect Wild-Goose Creek,” answered Holt blandly. ”Durden says there's gold up here--heaps of it.”

Bill Macy condemned Durden in language profane and energetic. He didn't stop at Durden. Holt came in for a share of it, also Elliot and Selfridge.

The old miner grinned at him. ”You'll feel better now you've got that out of your system. But don't stop there if you'd like to say a few more well-chosen words. We got time a-plenty.”

”Cut it out, Bill. That line o' talk don't buy you anything,” said Holway curtly. ”What's the use of beefing?”

”Now you're shouting, my friend,” agreed old Gideon. ”I guess, Elliot, you can loosen up on the chef's throat awhile. He's had persuading enough, don't you reckon? I'll sit here and sorter keep the boys company while you cut the pack-ropes and bring 'em here. But first I'd step in and unload all the hardware they're packing. If you don't one of them is likely to get anxious. I'd hate to see any of them commit suicide with none of their friends here to say, 'Don't he look natural?'”

Elliot brought back the pack-ropes and cut them into suitable lengths.

Holt's monologue rambled on. He was garrulous and affable. Not for a long time had he enjoyed himself so much.

”Better begin with Chief Big Bill,” he suggested. ”No, I wouldn't make that move if I was you, Mr. Macy. This old gun is liable to go off accidental in your direction and she spatters like h.e.l.l. That's the idee. Be reasonable. Not that I give a hoot, but a man hadn't ought to let his impulses run away with his judgment, as the old sayin' is.”

Gordon tied the hands of Big Bill behind him, then roped his feet together, after which he did the same for Holway. The old miner superintended the job and was not satisfied till he had added a few extra knots on his own behalf.

”That'll hold them for awhile, I shouldn't wonder. Now if you'll just cover friend chef with this sawed-off gat, Elliot, I'll throw the diamond hitch over what supplies we'll need to get back to Kamatlah.

I'll take one bronch and leave the other to the convicts,” said Holt cheerfully.

”Forget that convict stuff,” growled Macy. ”With Macdonald back of us and the Guttenchilds back of him, you'll have a hectic time getting anything on us.”

”That might be true if these folks were back of you. But are they?

Course I ain't any Sherlock Holmes, but it don't look to me like they'd play any such fool system as this.”

Big Bill opened his mouth to answer--and said nothing. He had caught a look flashed at him by Holway, a look that warned him he was talking too much.

After Holt had packed one of the animals he turned to Elliot.

”I reckon we're ready.”

Under orders from Elliot, Dud fixed up the smudges and arranged the mosquito netting over the bound men so as to give them all the protection possible.