The Death Shot Part 67
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He does not attempt to return the fire, nor rashly rush on. Darke carries a double-barrelled gun, and has still a bullet left. Besides, he has the advantage of position, the protecting rampart, the moon behind his back, and in the eyes of his a.s.sailant, everything in favour of the a.s.sailed.
Though chafing in angry impatience, with the thirst of vengeance unappeased, Clancy restrains himself, measuring the ground with his eyes, and planning how he may dislodge his skulking antagonist. Must he lay siege to him, and stay there till--
A low yelp interrupts his cogitations. Looking down he sees Brasfort by his side. In the long trial of speed between the two horses, the hound had dropped behind. The halt has enabled it to get up, just in time to be of service to its master, who has suddenly conceived a plan for employing it.
Leaping from his saddle, he lays holds of the muzzle strap, quickly unbuckling it. As though divining the reason, the dog dashes on for the rock; soon as its jaws are released, giving out a fierce angry growl.
Darke sees it approaching in the clear moonlight, can distinguish its markings, remembers them. Clancy's stag-hound! Surely Nemesis, with all h.e.l.l's hosts, are let loose on him!
He recalls how the animal once set upon him.
Its hostility then is nought to that now. For it has reached the rock, turned it, and open-mouthed, springs at him like a panther.
In vain he endeavours to avoid it, and still keep under cover. While shunning its teeth, he has also to think of Clancy's gun.
He cannot guard against both, if either. For the dog has caught hold of his right leg, and fixed its fangs in the flesh. He tries to beat it off, striking with the b.u.t.t of his gun. To no purpose now. For his horse, excited by the attack, and madly prancing, has parted from the rock, exposing him to the aim of the pursuer, who has, meanwhile, rushed up within rifle range.
Clancy sees his advantage, and raises his gun, quick as for the shooting of a snipe. The crack comes; and, simultaneous with it, Richard Darke is seen to drop out of his saddle, and fall face foremost on the plain-- his horse, with a wild neigh, bolting away from him.
The fallen man makes no attempt to rise, nor movement of any kind, save a convulsive tremor through his frame; the last throe of parting life, which precedes the settled stillness of death. For surely is he dead.
Clancy, dismounting, advances towards the spot; hastily, to hinder the dog from tearing him, which the enraged animal seems determined to do.
Chiding it off, he bends over the prostrate body, which he perceives has ceased to breathe. A sort of curiosity, some impulse irresistible, prompts him to look for the place where his bullet struck. In the heart, as he can see by the red stream still flowing forth!
"Just where he hit me! After all, not strange--no coincidence; I aimed at him there."
For a time he stands gazing down at the dead man's face. Silently, without taunt or recrimination. On his own there is no sign of savage triumph, no fiendish exultation. Far from his thoughts to insult, or outrage the dead. Justice has had requital, and vengeance been appeased. It is neither his rival in love, nor his mortal enemy, who now lies at his feet; but a breathless body, a lump of senseless clay, all the pa.s.sions late inspiring it, good and bad, gone to be balanced elsewhere.
As he stands regarding Darke's features, in their death pallor showing livid by the moon's mystic light, a cast of sadness comes over his own, and he says in subdued soliloquy:--
"Painful to think I have taken a man's life--even his! I wish it could have been otherwise. It could not--I was compelled to it. And surely G.o.d will forgive me, for ridding the world of such a wretch?"
Then raising himself to an erect att.i.tude, with eyes upturned to heaven--as when in the cemetery over his mother's grave, he made that solemn vow--remembering it, he now adds in like solemnal tone--
"_I've kept my oath. Mother; thou art avenged_!"
CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR.
THE SCOUT'S REPORT.
While these tragic incidents are occurring on Coyote Creek and the plain between, others almost as exciting but of less sanguinary character, take place in the valley of the San Saba.
As the morning sun lights up the ancient Mission-house, its walls still reverberate wailing cries, mingled with notes of preparation for the pursuit. Then follows a forenoon of painful suspense, _no_ word yet from the scouters sent out.
Colonel Armstrong, and the princ.i.p.al men of the settlement, have ascended to the _azotea_ to obtain a better view; and there remain gazing down the valley in feverish impatience. Just as the sun reaches meridian their wistful glances are rewarded; but by a sight which little relieves their anxiety; on the contrary, increasing it.
A horseman emerging from the timber, which skirts the river's bank, comes on towards the Mission-building. He is alone, and riding at top speed--both circ.u.mstances having sinister significance. Has the scouting party been cut off, and he only escaped to tell the tale? Is it Dupre, Hawkins, or who? He is yet too far off to be identified.
As he draws nearer, Colonel Armstrong through a telescope makes him out to be Cris Tucker.
Why should the young hunter be coming back alone?
After a mutual interchange of questions and conjectures, they leave off talking, and silently stand, breathlessly, awaiting his arrival.
Soon as he is within hailing distance, several unable to restrain themselves, call out, inquiring the news.
"Not bad, gentlemen! Rayther good than otherways," shouts back Oris.
His response lifts a load from their hearts, and in calmer mood they await further information. In a short time the scout presents himself before Colonel Armstrong, around whom the others cl.u.s.ter, all alike eager to hear the report. For they are still under anxiety about the character of the despoilers, having as yet no reason to think them other than Indians. Nor does Tucker's account contradict this idea; though one thing he has to tell begets a suspicion to the contrary.
Rapidly and briefly as possible the young hunter gives details of what has happened to Dupre's party, up to the time of his separating from it; first making their minds easy by a.s.suring them it was then safe.
They were delayed a long time in getting upon the trail of the robbers, from these having taken a bye-path leading along the base of the bluff.
At length having found the route of their retreat, they followed it over the lower ford, and there saw sign to convince them that the Indians-- still supposing them such--had gone on across the bottom, and in all probability up the bluff beyond--thus identifying them with the band which the hunters had seen and tracked down. Indeed no one doubted this, nor could. But, while the scouters were examining the return tracks, they came upon others less intelligible--in short, perplexing.
There were the hoof-marks of four horses and a mule--all shod; first seen upon a side trace leading from the main ford road. Striking into and following it for a few hundred yards, they came upon a place where men had encamped and stayed for some time--perhaps slept. The gra.s.s bent down showed where their bodies had been astretch. And these men must have been white. Fragments of biscuit, with other debris of eatables, not known to Indians, were evidence of this.
Returning from the abandoned bivouac, with the intention to ride straight back to the Mission, the scouters came upon another side trace leading out on the opposite side of the ford road, and up the river. On this they again saw the tracks of the shod horses and mule; among them the foot-prints of a large dog.
Taking this second trace it conducted them to a glade, with a grand tree, a live-oak, standing in its centre. The sign told of the party having stopped there also. While occupied in examining their traces, and much mystified by them, they picked up an article, which, instead of making matters clearer, tended to mystify them more--a wig! Of all things in the world this in such a place!
Still, not so strange either, seeing it was the counterfeit of an Indian _chevelure_--the hair long and black, taken from the tail of a horse.
For all, it had never belonged to, or covered, a red man's skull--since it was that worn by Bosley, and torn from his head when Woodley and Heywood were stripping him for examination.
The scouters, of course, could not know of this; and, while inspecting the queer waif, wondering what it could mean, two others were taken up: one a sprig of cypress, the other an orange blossom; both showing as if but lately plucked, and alike out of place there.
Dupre, with some slight botanic knowledge, knew that no orange-tree grew near, nor yet any cypress. But he remembered having observed both in the Mission-garden, into which the girls had been last seen going.
Without being able to guess why they should have brought sprig or flower along, he was sure they had themselves been under the live-oak. Where were they now?
In answer, Hawkins had cried: "Gone this way! Here's the tracks of the shod horses leading up-stream, this side. Let's follow them!"
So they had done, after despatching Tucker with the report.
It is so far satisfactory, better than any one expected; and inspires Colonel Armstrong with a feeling akin to hope. Something seems to whisper him his lost children will be recovered.
Long ere the sun has set over the valley of the San Saba his heart is filled, and thrilled, with joy indescribable. For his daughters are by his side, their arms around his neck, tenderly, lovingly entwining it, as on that day when told they must forsake their stately Mississippian home for a hovel in Texas. All have reached the Mission; for the scouting party having overtaken that of Woodley, came in along with it.
No, not all, two are still missing--Clancy and Jupiter. About the latter Woodley has made no one the wiser; though he tells Clancy's strange experience, which, while astounding his auditory, fills them with keen apprehension for the young man's fate.
Keenest is that in the breast of Helen Armstrong. Herself saved, she is now all the more solicitous about the safety of her lover. Her looks bespeak more than anxiety--anguish.
But there is that being done to hinder her from despairing. The pursuers are rapidly getting ready to start out, and with zeal unabated.
For, although circ.u.mstances have changed by the recovery of the captives, there is sufficient motive for pursuit--the lost treasure to be re-taken--the outlaws chastised--Clancy's life to be saved, or his death avenged.
Woodley's words have fired them afresh, and they are impatient to set forth.
Their impatience reaches its climax, when Colonel Armstrong, with head uncovered, his white hair blown up by the evening breeze, addresses them, saying:--
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