The Cattle-Baron's Daughter Part 46

Breckenridge went out, and, when he came back a little while later, found Grant with a strip of paper on his knee.

"More bad news?" he asked.

Grant made no answer, but pa.s.sed the strip of paper across to him, and Breckenridge's pulses throbbed fast with anger as he read: "It is quite difficult to sit on both sides of the fence, and the boys have no more use for you. Still, there was a time when you did what you could for us, and that is why I am giving you good advice. Sit tight at Fremont, and don't go out at nights."

"The consumed a.s.ses!" he said. "You see what he means? They have gone after the herring Clavering drew across the trail."

The bronze grew darker in Larry's face, and his voice was hoa.r.s.e.

"Yes--they figure the cattle-men have bought me over. Well, there were points that would have drawn any man's suspicions--the packet I would not give up to Chilton--and, as you mention, Miss Torrance's wallet. Still, it hurts."

Breckenridge saw the veins swell up on his comrade's forehead and the trembling of his hands. "Don't worry about them. They are beasts, old man," he said.

Grant said nothing for at least a minute, and then clenched one lean brown hand. "I felt it would come, and yet it has shaken most of the grit out of me. I did what I could for them--it was not easy--and they have thrown me over. That is hard to bear, but there's more. No man can tell, now there is no one to hold them in, how far they will go."

Breckenridge's answer was to fling a cloth upon the table and lay out the plates. Grant sat very still; his voice had been curiously even, but his set face betrayed what he was feeling, and there was something in his eyes that Breckenridge did not care to see. He also felt that there were troubles too deep for any blundering attempt at sympathy, but the silence grew oppressive, and by and by he turned to his companion again.

"We'll presume the fellow who wrote that means well," he said. "What does his warning point to?"

Grant smiled bitterly. "An attempt upon my homestead or my life, and I have given them already rather more than either is worth to me," he said.

Breckenridge was perfectly sensible that he was not s.h.i.+ning in the role of comforter; but he felt it would be something accomplished if he could keep his comrade talking. He had discovered that verbal expression is occasionally almost a necessity to the burdened mind, though Larry was not greatly addicted to relief of that description.

"Of course, this campaign has cost you a good deal," he said.

"Probably five thousand dollars--all that seemed good in life--and every friend I had."

"After all, Larry, the thing may be no more than a joke or an attempt at bluff. Even admitting that it is not, it probably only expresses the views of a few of the boys."

Grant shook his head. "No. I believe it is quite genuine. I saw how affairs were going even before I wouldn't give Chilton the packet; most of the boys were ready to break away then. Well, one could scarcely blame them for not trusting me, and I felt I was laying down my authority when I sent the stock train through."

"Not blame them!" said Breckenridge, clenching his fist, his eyes blazing.

"Where in the wide world would the crazy fools get another man like you?

But if you can take it quietly, I ought to, and the question is, what are you going to do?"

"What I can," said Grant. "Hold the boys clear of trouble where it is possible. There are still one or two who will stand behind me, and what we can't do may be done for us. When a man is badly wanted in this country he usually comes to the front, and I will be glad to drop out when I see him."

"Larry," Breckenridge said slowly, "I am younger than you are, and I haven't seen as much, but it would be better for me if I had half your optimism. Still, that was not quite what I was asking. If the beasts actually mean to burn your place or attempt your life you are surely not going to give them the opportunity. Can't we fix up a guard among the few sensible men or send for the cavalry?"

Grant smiled wearily as he shook his head. "No," he said. "The one thing I can't do is to lift my hand against the men I brought here in a private quarrel."

Just then the cook came in with the supper, and, though the pair had eaten nothing since sunrise and ridden through soft snow most of that day, it cost Breckenridge an effort to clear the plate set before him. Grant scarcely touched the food, and it was a relief to both when the meal was over, and Grant's plate, still half-filled, was taken away. After he had several times lighted a cigar and let it go out again, Breckenridge glanced at him deprecatingly.

"I can't keep it up any longer, and I know how it is with you, because I feel the thing myself," he said. "Now, if you want me here, I'll stay, but I have a notion the poor attempts at talk I'm making are only worrying you."

Grant smiled, but Breckenridge saw the answer in his face, and went out hastily, which was, under the circ.u.mstances, the wisest thing he could do.

Then, Grant stretched his arms wearily above his head, and a faint groan escaped him.

"It had to come--but it hurts," he said.

XXVI

LARRY'S REWARD

Late one night Larry came home to Fremont, wet with rain and splashed with mire, for it was thawing fast and he had ridden far. He sloughed off his outer garments, and turned to Breckenridge, who had been waiting him, with a little, weary smile.

"The dollars are safe, any way, and that is a big load off my mind," he said. "Gillot has them in his safe, and n.o.body can touch them without a countersigned order from the executive."

Breckenridge heaved a sigh of relief, for he knew that Gillot, who had a store in the railroad town, was a determined man, and quite capable of taking care of what had been entrusted him. The dollars in question, which had been raised by levy and sent by sympathizers, had been placed in Larry's hands to further the homesteaders' objects in that district as he deemed advisable. He had, however, for reasons Breckenridge was acquainted with, just relinquished the responsibility.

"I think you were wise," said the lad. "It roused a good deal of feeling when you wouldn't let Harper and his friends have what they asked for, and the boys were very bitter at the meeting while you were away!"

"Well," said Grant drily, "I knew what they wanted those dollars for, and if I'd had twice as many I would not have given them one."

"They could not have done much harm with the few they wanted, and it would have saved you a good deal of unpleasantness. I didn't like the way the boys were talking, and it was quite plain the men who kept their heads were anxious. In fact, two or three of them offered to come over and sleep here until the dissatisfaction had simmered down."

"You did not accept their offer?"

"No, but I wish you would."

Grant shook his head. "It wouldn't suit me to own up that I was afraid of my friends--and I don't want to believe there are any of them who would injure me. If there were, I could not draw trigger on them in defence of my own property."

"Then we will hope for the best," said Breckenridge, somewhat doubtfully.

Grant, who had had supper somewhere else, presently retired, and Breckenridge, who found the big room dreary without him, followed a little later. It was long before he slept, for he had seen the temper of the more reckless spirits at the meeting he had attended, and he could not shake off the memory of his comrade's face. Larry had made no protest, but Breckenridge could understand what he was feeling. The ranch was very quiet, but he did not think his comrade slept; in this, however, he was wrong, for, worn out by physical effort and mental strain, Larry had sunk into heavy slumber.

Two or three hours later Breckenridge awakened suddenly. He sat up listening, still a little dazed with sleep, but nothing disturbed the silence of the wooden building, and it was a moment or two before the moan of the wind forced itself on his perceptions. Then, he thought he heard the trampling of a horse and stealthy footsteps in the mire below, and, springing from his bed, ran to the window. The night was dark, but he could dimly see a few shadowy figures moving towards the house. In another minute he slipped into part of his clothing and hastening into Grant's room shook him roughly.

"Get up! There are men outside."

Larry was on his feet in a few seconds and struggling into his garments.

"Light the lamps downstairs," he ordered.

Breckenridge stood still, astonished. "That would give them an advantage.

They might be the Sheriff's boys."

"No," said Larry, with a laugh that sounded very bitter, "I don't think they are! Go down, and do what I tell you."

Breckenridge went, but his fingers shook so that he broke several sulphur matches in his haste before he had lighted one big lamp in the log-built hall. Then, as he turned towards the living room, there was a pounding on the door, and while he stood irresolute Grant, partly dressed, came running down the stairway. Two other men showed dimly behind him, but Breckenridge scarcely saw them, for he sprang through the doorway into the unlighted room, and the next moment fell over a table. Picking himself up with an objurgation, he groped along the wall for the rack where the rifles stood, and was making his way back towards the blink of light with two of them in his hands, when a hoa.r.s.e voice demanded admission and the door rattled under the blows showered upon it. Then, as he came out into the hall, Grant turned to him.

"Put those rifles down," he said quietly.

Breckenridge stared at him. "But----"

"Put them down!" said Grant, with a little impatient gesture; Breckenridge let the weapons fall but he was pleased to see the cook, who now stood at the foot of the stairway, slip softly forward and pick up one of them.