The Rainbow Trail Part 35
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The horse stopped outside. Then followed a metallic clink of spur against stirrup--thud of boots on hard ground--heavy footsteps upon the porch.
A swift, cold contraction of throat, of breast, convulsed Shefford. His only thought was that he could not think.
"Ho--Mary!"
A voice liberated both Shefford's muscle and mind--a voice of strange, vibrant power. Authority of religion and cruelty of will--these Mormon attributes const.i.tuted that power. And Shefford suffered a transformation which must have been ordered by demons. That sudden flame seemed to curl and twine and shoot along his veins with blasting force.
A rancorous and terrible cry leaped to his lips.
"Ho--Mary!" Then came a heavy tread across the threshold of the outer room.
Shefford dared not look at Fay. Yet, dimly, from the corner of his eye, he saw her, a pale shadow, turned to stone, with her arms out. If he looked, if he made sure of that, he was lost. When had he drawn his gun?
It was there, a dark and glinting thing in his hand. He must fly--not through cowardice and fear, but because in one more moment he would kill a man. Swift as the thought he dove through the open window. And, leaping up, he ran under the dark pinyons toward camp.
Joe Lake had been out late himself. He sat by the fire, smoking his pipe. He must have seen or heard Shefford coming, for he rose with unwonted alacrity, and he kicked the smoldering logs into a flickering blaze.
Shefford, realizing his deliverance, came panting, staggering into the light. The Mormon uttered an exclamation. Then he spoke, anxiously, but what he said was not clear in Shefford's thick and throbbing ears. He dropped his pipe, a sign of perturbation, and he stared.
But Shefford, without a word, lunged swiftly away into the shadow of the cedars. He found relief in action. He began a steep ascent of the east wall, a dangerous slant he had never dared even in daylight, and he climbed it without a slip. Danger, steep walls, perilous heights, night, and black canon the same--these he never thought of. But something drove him to desperate effort, that the hours might seem short.
The red sun was tipping the eastern wall when he returned to camp, and he was neither calm nor sure of himself nor ready for sleep or food.
Only he had put the night behind him.
The Indian showed no surprise. But Joe Lake's jaw dropped and his eyes rolled. Moreover, Joe bore a singular aspect, the exact nature of which did not at once dawn upon Shefford.
"By G.o.d! you've got nerve--or you're crazy!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, hoa.r.s.ely.
Then it was Shefford's turn to stare. The Mormon was haggard, grieved, frightened, and utterly amazed. He appeared to be trying to make certain of Shefford's being there in the flesh and then to find reason for it.
"I've no nerve and I am crazy," replied Shefford. "But, Joe--what do you mean? Why do you look at me like that?"
"I reckon if I get your horse that'll square us. Did you come back for him? You'd better hit the trail quick."
"It's you now who're crazy," burst out Shefford.
"Wish to G.o.d I was," replied Joe.
It was then Shefford realized catastrophe, and cold fear gnawed at his vitals, so that he was sick.
"Joe, what has happened?" he asked, with the blood thick in his heart.
"Hadn't you better tell me?" demanded the Mormon, and a red wave blotted out the haggard shade of his face.
"You talk like a fool," said Shefford, sharply, and he strode right up to Joe.
"See here, Shefford, we've been pards. You're making it hard for me.
Reckon you ain't square."
Shefford shot out a long arm and his hand clutched the Mormon's burly shoulder.
"Why am I not square? What do you mean?"
Joe swallowed hard and gave himself a shake. Then he eyed his comrade steadily.
"I was afraid you'd kill him. I reckon I can't blame you. I'll help you get away. And I'm a Mormon! Do you take the hunch?... But don't deny you killed him!"
"Killed whom?" gasped Shefford.
"Her husband!"
Shefford seemed stricken by a slow, paralyzing horror. The Mormon's changing face grew huge and indistinct and awful in his sight. He was clutched and shaken in Joe's rude hands, yet scarcely felt them. Joe seemed to be bellowing at him, but the voice was far off. Then Shefford began to see, to hear through some cold and terrible deadness that had come between him and everything.
"Say YOU killed him!" hoa.r.s.ely supplicated the Mormon.
Shefford had not yet control of speech. Something in his gaze appeared to drive Joe frantic.
"d.a.m.n you! Tell me quick. Say YOU killed him!... If you want to know my stand, why, I'm glad!... Shefford, don't look so stony! ... For HER sake, say you killed him!"
Shefford stood with a face as gray and still as stone. With a groan the Mormon drew away from him and sank upon a log. He bowed his head; his broad shoulders heaved; husky sounds came from him. Then with a violent wrench he plunged to his feet and shook himself like a huge, savage dog.
"Reckon it's no time to weaken," he said, huskily, and with the words a dark, hard, somber bitterness came to his face.
"Where--is--she?" whispered Shefford.
"Shut up in the school-house," he replied.
"Did she--did she--"
"She neither denied nor confessed."
"Have you--seen her?"
"Yes."
"How did--she look?"
"Cool and quiet as the Indian there.... Game as h.e.l.l! She always had stuff in her."
"Oh, Joe!... It's unbelievable!" cried Shefford. "That lovely, innocent girl! She couldn't--she couldn't."
"She's fixed him. Don't think of that. It's too late. We ought to have saved her."
"G.o.d!... She begged me to hurry--to take her away."
"Think what we can do NOW to save her," cut in the Mormon.
Shefford sustained a vivifying shock. "To save her?" he echoed.
The Rainbow Trail Part 35
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