Part 9 (2/2)
Sergeant Silk shook his head.
”I did not say so,” he responded. ”I do not happen to know him, that is all that I can tell you. But, you see, there are many people in the Province of Alberta whom I do not know. Your brother is just one of them. Nevertheless, I hope I may find him for you.”
”You are very kind to trouble about me,” the girl told him. ”I've no doubt you will find Jim, if any one can. For the present, however, I am more concerned about my personal safety from those highwaymen. You see, Sergeant, I haven't even a pistol to defend myself with.”
Sergeant Silk took out a cigarette as he said--
”The situation would only be awkward if Nick-By-Night chanced to come along this trail and discover your outfit. It certainly wouldn't be nice if he were to take a fancy to your mules and leave you stranded in a lonesome place like this. But, I repeat, you need not be afraid.”
He lighted his cigarette, raised his hand to a half-salute, and strode up to his broncho, while Miss Grey climbed the steps at the rear of the wagon with her easel and picture.
Silk looked down upon the dusty trail where the marks of his mare's hoofs showed amid the smaller footprints of the four mules.
”Guess we'd be wise not to disturb that track, Beauty,” he decided, speaking to the mare as if she were a human.
Without giving any explanation to the girl, without even telling her that he was leaving her, he leapt into his saddle and rode down to the stream where the two wagon men were watering the mules. He spoke to the older of them, bidding him keep a big fire burning and to see that the mules were well secured. Then he entered the shallow stream and followed its current to a point near to where he had left his two companions, when he whistled to them and signed to them to come down to him.
”It's all right, Percy, my boy,” he announced as they joined him. ”I have interviewed the owner of the innocent hair-pin and seen her picture of Minnew.a.n.ka Peak. It's great! I find she is some scared about Nick-By-Night. She's got some fixings that would be worth his stealing, and--well, if you two chaps see no objection, I figure we may as well hang around hereabout until morning.”
”Joining Miss Hair-pin's encampment?” questioned Percy.
”Not exactly,” Silk answered, ”but keeping an eye on it from ambush.”
”Why did you come back along the bed of the stream?” Percy wanted to know. ”Why did you bring us off the trail?”
”Just a whim of mine,” smiled the sergeant. ”I didn't want to make a return track. I wanted you two to leave the hoof-marks of two horses leading off the trail. There'll be a full moon to-night, and if any one--any bandit or highwayman--should follow on our traces, he'll think just what I mean him to think, that two of us have gone off on a side track, leaving the wagon unprotected.”
”Say, you wouldn't take such elaborate precautions if you didn't suspect that something was goin' to happen,” declared Percy. ”But, of course, you couldn't well leave a mere girl in such a situation.”
”That is what I thought,” said Silk. ”We will lie in our blankets within close call.”
He led his companions back on the far side of the stream, and they took up a position, well concealed, between the water and Miss Grey's camp fire, hobbling their horses beside them. They had food in their haversacks, and when they had taken supper the sergeant claimed first turn for a sleep.
At midnight he was on watch alone, sitting with his back against a tree-trunk and his carbine across his knees, while Medlicott and Rapson rested. The moon was s.h.i.+ning brightly, making everything almost as clear as in daylight. All was quiet excepting for the occasional movement of one of the horses, the croaking of bull frogs, and the harsh chirping of night insects. Suddenly a new sound fell upon his ear. He put forth his hand and touched Trooper Medlicott.
”You awake, Bob?”
”I am listening,” whispered Medlicott. ”There's two of 'em. They're coming this way on the trail of the wagon. They've pa.s.sed the place where we forked off.”
”Maybe they're a couple of our own boys,” said Silk. ”But whoever they are, they'll sure pull up near the camp fire to nose around. Follow me up. Bring Rapson; but keep him well in the rear. There's the deerhound barking!”
He tightened the cinches of his saddle, and, mounting, rode up very cautiously towards the fire. His overcoat covered his red tunic, and the two teamsters, who were awake and on their feet, neither saw nor heard him as he moved stealthily among the black shadows of the trees bordering the trail between the wagon and the approaching hors.e.m.e.n.
Nearer and nearer they came. For a long time Silk listened to the sound of their horses' hoofs, watching for them to cross into a wide stretch of moonlit gra.s.s. Trooper Medlicott was now close behind him. Percy Rapson was far back.
”Here they come!” whispered Sergeant Silk. ”Be ready to give chase.
They're both masked.”
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