Part 2 (1/2)
”Throw the jacket here,” Carney commanded; ”seems to be papers in the pocket.”
When the coat had been tossed to him, Carney sat down on a fallen tree, took from it two packetsa”one of papers, and another wrapped in strong paper. He opened the papers, reading them with one eye while with the other he watched the man by the fire. Presently he sneered: ”Say, you're some liara”even for a government hound; your name's not Phillips, it's Heath. You're the waster who fooled the little girl at Golden. You're the bounder who came down from the Klondike to gather Bulldog Carney in; you shot off your mouth all along the line that you were going to take him singlehanded. You bet a man in Edmonton a hundred you'd tie him hoof and horn. Well, you lose, for I'm going to rope you first, see? Turn you over to the Government tied up like a bag of spuds; that's just what I'm going to do, Sergeant Liar. I'm going to break you for the sake of that little girl at Golden, for she was my friend and I'm Bulldog Carney. Soon as that suit is dried a bit you'll strip and pa.s.s it over; then you'll get into my togs and I'm going to turn you over to the police as Bulldog Carney. D'you get me, kid?” Carney chuckled. ”That'll break you, won't it, Mister Sergeant Heath? You can't stay in the Force a joke; you'll never live it down if you live to be a thousanda”you've boasted too much.”
The Wolf had remained silenta”waiting. He had an advantage if his captor did not know him. Now he was frightened; to be turned in at Edmonton by Carney was as bad as being taken by Sergeant Heath.
”You can't pull that stuff, Carney,” he objected; ”the minute I tell them who I am and who you are they'll grab you too quick. They'll know me; perhaps some of them'll know you.”
A sneering ”Ha!” came from between the thin lips of the man on the log. ”Not where we're going they won't, Sergeant. I know a little place over on the rail”a”and he jerked his thumb toward the westa””where there's two policemen that don't know much of anything; they've never seen either of us. You ain't been at Edmonton more'n a couple of months since you came from the Klondike. But they do know that Bulldog Carney is wanted at Calgary and that there's a thousand dollars to the man that brings him in.”
At this the Wolf p.r.i.c.ked his ears; he saw lighta”a flood of it. If this thing went through, and he was sent on to Calgary as Bulldog Carney, he would be turned loose at once as not being the man. The police at Calgary had cause to know just what Carney looked like for he had been in their clutches and escaped.
But Jack must bluffa”appear to be the angry Sergeant. So he said: ”They'll know me at Calgary, and you'll get h.e.l.l for this.”
Now Carney laughed out joyously. ”I don't give a d.a.m.n if they do. Can't you get it through your wooden police head that I just want this little pleasantry driven home so that you're the goat of that nanny band, the Mounted Police; then you'll send in your papers and go back to the farm?”
As Carney talked he had opened the paper packet. Now he gave a crisp ”h.e.l.lo! what have we here?” as a sheaf of bills appeared.
The Wolf had been watching for Carney's eyes to leave him for five seconds. One hand rested in his trousers pocket. He drew it out and dropped a knife, treading it into the sand and ashes.
”Seven hundred,” Bulldog continued. ”Rather a tidy sum for a policeman to be toting. Is this police money?”
The Wolf hesitated; it was a delicate situation. Jack wanted that money but a slip might ruin his escape. If Bulldog suspected that Jack was not a policeman he would jump to the conclusion that he had killed the owner of the horse and clothes. Also Carney would not believe that a policeman on duty wandered about with seven hundred in his pocket; if Jack claimed it all Carney would say he lied and keep it as Government money.
”Five hundred is Government money I was bringin' in from a post, and two hundred is my own,” he answered.
”I'll keep the Government money,” Bulldog said crisply; ”the Government robbed me of my rancha”said I had no t.i.tle. And I'll keep yours, too; it's coming to you.”
”If luck strings with you, Carney, and you get away with this dirty trick, what you say'll make gooda”I'll have to quit the Force; an' I want to get home down east. Give me a chance; let me have my own two hundred.”
”I think you're lyinga”a man in the Force doesn't get two hundred ahead, not honest. But I'll toss you whether I give you one hundred or two,” Carney said, taking a half dollar from his pocket. ”Call!” and he spun it in the air.
”Heads!” the Wolf cried.
The coin fell tails up. ”Here's your hundred,” and Bulldog pa.s.sed the bills to their owner.
”I see here,” he continued, ”your order to arrest Bulldog Carney. Well, you've made good, haven't you. And here's another for Jack the Wolf; you missed him, didn't you? Where's hea”what's he done lately? He played me a dirty trick once; tipped off the police as to where they'd get me. I never saw him, but if you could stake me to a sight of the Wolf I'd give you this six hundred. He's the real hound that I've got a low down grudge against. What's his descriptiona”what does he look like?”
”He's a tall slim chapa”looks like a breed, 'cause he's got n.i.g.g.e.r blood in him,” the Wolf lied.
”I'll get him some day,” Carney said; ”and now them duds are about cookeda”peel!”
The Wolf stripped, gray s.h.i.+rt and all.
”Now step back fifteen paces while I make my toilet,” Carney commanded, toying with his 6-gun in the way of emphasis.
In two minutes he was transformed into Sergeant Heath of the N.W.M.P., revolver belt and all. He threw his own clothes to the Wolf, and lighted his pipe.
When Jack had dressed Carney said: ”I saved your life, so I don't want you to make me throw it away again. I don't want a muss when I turn you over to the police in the morning. There ain't much chance they'd listen to you if you put up a holler that you were Sergeant Heatha”they'd laugh at you, but if they did make a break at me there's be shooting, and you'd sure be plumb in line of a careless bulleta”see? I'm going to stay close to you till you're on that train.”
Of course that was just what the Wolf wanted; to go down the line as Bulldog Carney, handcuffed to a policeman, would be like a pa.s.sport for Jack the Wolf. n.o.body would even speak to hima”the policeman would see to that.
”You're dead set on putting this crazy thing through, are you?” he asked.
”You bet I ama”I'd rather work this racket than go to my own wedding.”
”Well, so's you won't think your d.a.m.n threat to shoot keeps me mum, I'll just tell you that if you get that far with it I ain't going to give myself away. You've called the turn, Carney; I'd be a joke even if I only got as far as the first barracks a prisoner. If I go in as Bulldog Carney I won't come out as Sergeant Heatha”I'll disappear as Mister Somebody. I'm sick of the Force anyway. They'll never know what happened toSergeant Heath from mea”I couldn't stand the guying. But if I ever stack up against you, Carney, I'll kill you for it.” This last was pure bluffa”for fear Carney's suspicions might be aroused by the other's ready compliance.
Carney scowled; then he laughed, sneering: ”I've heard women talk like that in the dance halls. You cook some bacon and tea at that firea”then we'll pull out.”
As the Wolf knelt beside the fire to blow the embers into a blaze he found a chance to slip the knife he had buried into his pocket.
When they had eaten they took the trail, heading south to pa.s.s the lower end of the great muskegs. Carney rode the buckskin, and the Wolf strode along in front, his mind possessed of elation at the prospect of being helped out of the country, and depression over the loss of his money. Curiously the loss of his own one hundred seemed a greater enormity than that of the school teacher's five hundred. That money had been easily come by, but he had toiled a month for the hundred. What right had Carney to steal his labora”to rob a workman. As they plugged along mile after mile, a fierce determination to get the money back took possession of Jack. If he could get it he could get the horse. He would fix Bulldog some way so that the latter would not stop him. He must have the clothes, too. The khaki suit obsessed him; it was a red flag to his hot mind.
They spelled and ate in the early evening; and when they started for another hour's tramp Carney tied his cow-rope tightly about the Wolf's waist, saying: ”If you'd tried to cut out in these gloomy hills I'd be peeved. Just keep that line taut in front of the buckskin and there won't be no argument.”
In an hour Carney called a halt, saying: ”We'll camp by this bit of water, and hit the trail in the early morning. We ain't more than ten miles from steel, and we'll make some place before train time.”
Carney had both the police picket line and his own. He drove a picket in the ground, looped the line that was about the Wolf's waist over it, and said.
”I don't want to be suspicious of a mate jumping me in the dark, so I'll sleep across this line and you'll keep to the other end of it; if you so much as wink at it I guess I'll wake. I've got a bad conscience and sleep light. We'll build a fire and you'll keep to the other side of it same's we were neighbors in a city and didn't know each other.”
Twice, as they ate, Carney caught a sullen, vicious look in Jack's eyes. It was as clearly a murder look as he had ever seen; and more than once he had faced eyes that thirsted for his life. He wondered at the psychology of it; it was not like his idea of Sergeant Heath. From what he had been told of that policeman he had fancied him a vain, swaggering chap who had had his ego fattened by the three stripes on his arm. He determined to take a few extra precautions, for he did not wish to lie awake.
”We'll turn in,” he said when they had eaten; ”I'll hobble you, same's a shy cayuse, for fear you'd walk in your sleep, Sergeant.”
He bound the Wolf's ankles, and tied his wrists behind his back, saying, as he knotted the rope, ”What the devil did you do with your handcuffsa”thought you johnnies always had a pair in your pocket?”
”They were in the saddle holster and went down with my horse,” the Wolf lied.
Carney's nerves were of steel, his brain worked with exquisite precision. When it told him there was nothing to fear, that his precautions had made all things safe, his mind rested, untortured by jerky nerves; so in five minutes he slept.
The Wolf mastered his weariness and lay awake, waiting to carry out the something that had been in his mind. Six hundred dollars was a stake to play for; also clad once again in the police suit, with the buckskin to carry him to the railroad, he could get away; money was always a good thing to bribe his way through. Never once had he put his hand in the pocket where lay the knife he had secreted at the time he had changed clothes with Carney, as he trailed hour after hour in front of the buckskin. He knew that Carney was just the cool-nerved man that would sleepa”not lie awake through fear over nothing.
In the way of test he shuffled his feet and drew from the half-dried gra.s.s a rasping sound. It partly disturbed the sleeper; he changed the steady rhythm of his breathing; he even drew a heavy-sighing breath; had he been lying awake watching the Wolf he would have stilled his breathing to listen.
The Wolf waited until the rhythmic breaths of the sleeper told that he had lapsed again into the deeper sleep. Slowly, silently the Wolf worked his hands to the side pocket, drew out the knife and cut the cords that bound his wrists. It took time, for he worked with caution. Then he waited. The buckskin, his nose deep in the gra.s.s, blew the pollen of the flowered carpet from his nostrils.