Part 18 (1/2)

”Well, gents,” says I, ”your umbrellas is in the hat rack. All aboard for Robbers' Roost, and don't forget the lunch.”

Talking encourages me, and it seemed even betting whether me or Ginger was booked right through to glory. Yes, I talked to gain time for Ginger, and for me a little, even persuading the robbers to take no risks. I forgot how them sort of cattle drives by contraries. I only set their minds on coming, and heard their boss give orders.

He wanted me into the cabin, but I'd taken a dislike to catgut, so Ginger got orders to shoot me. At that I flared up. ”Shoot,” says I, ”you skulking cowards, scared to show your noses at the door. Hold your off ear, Whiskers. Charge, you curs!”

The chief came first, straight at me, and seemed to climb over my foot on to his nose. Mr. Bull Brooke got hurt on the nose too, and I'd just time to hand the greaser a left hander behind the ear, before I went down on top of Whiskers, and the four of us rolled in a heap. I learned when I was a sailor how to argue.

Then I struggled, dragging my pile of robbers off sideways, so that to keep me covered with the gun, poor Ginger showed his red head in the doorway. It was his life or mine, yet when the shot rang out from across the river, and I saw the lad come cras.h.i.+ng to the ground, I felt sort of sick. Of course that shot slacked the grip of the three robbers, so I wrenched loose, struck hard, and jumped high, gaining the north wall of the cabin. When I turned round, our boys across the river were pouring hot lead after the robbers as they dived through the door of the shack.

Ginger sprawled dead on the door-step, and my gun, six paces off, lay in the dust. The robbers were disarmed, and I was free.

”Boys,” I called out to them, ”you done like men. You put up a good fight and it ain't no shame to surrender.”

Mr. Bull Brooke's voice answered.

”Jesse, old friend!”

I heard a crash inside and guessed that Mr. Brooke had been discouraged.

”Whiskers,” I called, ”don't make a mess of that cabin with Mr. Brooke.”

”All right, young fellow,” said Whiskers, ”we've only put him back in the flour sack.”

He spoke quite cheerful.

”Say, Whiskers,” I called, ”I want to save your lives, you and the greaser. Come and throw up your hands before you're hurt.”

There was no answer. Rocky Mountain outlaws may be mean and bad, but they fight like Americans, and they know how to die. I'd only one way left to force their surrender, and save their lives, so I hustled brushwood, cord-wood, coal-oil from the shed, piled up the fuel, and got a sulphur match from the bunch in my hind pocket.

”Boys,” I called, ”Old Brown sort of values this place. It's all the home he's got, and it ain't insured.”

No answer.

The little flame lep' up and caught the brushwood, the crackling lifted to a roar, and the robbers must surely know that their time was come, for if they showed at the door they would be shot. I grabbed my gun from the ground and ran to the doorway to stop our boys from firing. Then I shouted above the noise of the flames, ”Come out and throw up your hands!”

They came, poor fellows, and I made them prisoners, marching them down to the ferry.

CHAPTER X

BREAKING THE STATUTES

_Kate's Narrative_

At Hundred Mile House the long table had been removed from the dining hall, the benches set back to the log walls, and at the head of the room an enormous Union Jack draped a very small portrait of Queen Victoria.

Beneath was the chair, in front of it a table set with writing materials and the Bible, while at one end the schoolma'am looked very self-conscious as clerk, in official black, with large red bows like signals of distress.

On the right sat Iron Dale, Jesse, and myself, and all our posse, very ill at ease. On the left were two gaunt American stockmen, both wearing hats, while one had the star of a United States marshal. Beside them sat the general public, consisting of Tearful George, two ranch-hands, an Indian, and the captain's bulldog. Wee James, the captain's grandson, sat with the dog at first, but presently he interrupted the court to say that he would like to sit on me. He sat with considerable weight for so small a person.

At Captain Taylor's entrance the constable ordered us all to stand.