Part 54 (1/2)

”The men who have just spoken were correct in their account of what Sewell did when Trooper Probyn had been taken out of the water?”

”Yes, sir.”

”Did Sewell remove anything from the body?”

”He did,” and Ingleby took a little packet from his pocket and opened it. ”These leaves. They had evidently been placed upon the wound. He said Probyn could not have placed them there himself, and they were what the Indians often used to stanch a flow of blood.”

Slavin glanced at the desiccated fragments, and turned to the miners.

”Have any of you heard of the Indians using a plant for that purpose?”

”I guess I have,” said one. ”One of them tried to fix up a partner of mine, who'd cut himself chopping, with the thing. It didn't seem to work on a white man.”

Slavin nodded. ”I believe there is such a plant,” he said. ”Now, so far as we have gone, circ.u.mstances seem to point to Probyn having been shot by a man who afterwards tried to save him. He used a plant that only the Indians seem to believe in. Come right in, Corporal. Do you recognize this carbine?”

A trace of astonishment crept into the corporal's face as he took up the weapon.

”Yes, sir,” he said. ”It's Probyn's. Am I quite sure? I know the number, and that dint under the barrel. He fell and struck it on a rock one day when I was with him.”

”Well,” said Slavin, who took out a little book, ”that's all I want from you. Now, boys, this inquiry is in my hands; but I don't know of any reason I shouldn't read you a little statement that was made on oath to me by a prospector who brought this carbine into Westerhouse Gully.

”'I was working on a bench-claim back under the range when an Indian came along,' he said. 'He had a carbine with him. Offered to sell it me for tea and flour, as he was lighting out of the country. This is just what he told me. He was hired to take two troopers from Green River across the range, and was waiting for them just after sundown. He'd heard a black bear moving round--a black bear doesn't worry much about the noise he makes--and when something came smas.h.i.+ng through a thicket he loosed off at it. It was getting kind of dark, and when he clawed into the thicket he found he'd got the trooper, who, as the trail was steep there, had left his horse. Did what he could to save him, but the man died, and the Indian got scared that the folks he pitched the tale to wouldn't believe him. That was why he dragged the trooper under a big rock by the river and put some stones and branches on him. Somehow the horse got away from him, though he fired at it. He didn't want that horse walking round making trouble. I gave him the flour and tea, and kept the trooper's carbine.'”

Slavin closed the book, and looked at the men. ”Now,” he said, ”who would you say killed that trooper?”

”The Indian, sure!” said somebody, and there was a murmur of concurrence from the rest.

”Well,” said Slavin drily, ”I believe he did. Anyway, no proceedings will be taken against anybody in this valley. Tell the boys to light out, Corporal.”

The miners went away contented. They understood, and appreciated, men of Slavin's kind. Then the latter turned, and looked reflectively at Leger and Ingleby.

”It's quite a good thing you had sense enough to keep the boys off their rifles,” he said. ”If there had been any shooting, you would have found yourselves unpleasantly fixed.”

His face was quietly grave, but there was the faintest suggestion of a twinkle in Coulthurst's eyes.

”I, at least, saw no weapons among them,” he said.

”Well,” said Slavin, ”that simplifies the thing. Still, you see, you can't go holding up police outposts and heaving troopers about with impunity. Where's the man who set you up to it?”

”I almost think it was the drift of circ.u.mstances rather than Mr. Sewell that was to blame,” said Leger. ”Anyway, I expect he is a considerable distance from the valley by this time. In fact, it's scarcely likely that you could overtake him, and there's nothing to show which trail he has taken.”

It occurred to Ingleby that it was somewhat astonis.h.i.+ng that such a capable officer as Slavin appeared to be had allowed so much time to pa.s.s before he asked the question. That, however, was Slavin's business.

”Well,” said the latter, ”if I had a little more to go upon, I might make quite a serious thing out of this. As it is, all I'm very sure about is that you and your partner conspired to prevent the troopers getting at Tomlinson; but as Tomlinson didn't kill Probyn, that doesn't count for so much, after all. Still, we have no use for you up here just now, and you have two days in which to clear out of the valley.

Tomlinson will get his ticket, too, when he's able to take the trail.”

”That would mean the sequestration of our claims,” said Ingleby.

”Exactly. You're not compelled to go. Stay right here if you'd sooner, and take your chances of any charge I may be able to work up against you.”

Ingleby looked at Leger, who made a little sign.