A Woman at Bay Part 4
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The detective was intensely glad now that his own actions, and those of his friends, had been so perfect--that is, perfect in the sense of creating the impression in the mind of a possible observer that they were strangers to one another. He knew perfectly well that if a watch had been kept upon them there could be no doubt in the minds of the watchers that the four men grouped around the fire were unknown to one another.
But here were eight burly men grouped around them, each standing in a position so that he could make himself extremely dangerous on the instant should he choose to do so. And there was no telling how many more might be concealed out there in the darkness of the woods around them.
It is not the fas.h.i.+on among yeggmen to welcome an addition to their party, no matter whether that addition is composed of one or of many.
Sullen silence is the rule at first, during which each man studies the others. Suspicion is always the first impulse at such meetings. Their att.i.tudes are exactly that of strange dogs which encounter each other for the first time, and walk round and round, with the hair on their backs raised, and with their tails straight out, every nerve on a tension, and every impulse prepared for mortal combat.
And people who have watched dogs while they go through with these mannerisms know that it requires only a few moments for them to determine whether they will be friends or foes, or if they will only politely tolerate the presence of each other on the scene.
So Nick Carter sat silent, making no movement, save to puff vigorously at the short pipe he was smoking; and so the others of his party did likewise; for the forces of the newcomers were much stronger.
This tableau--if tableau it could be called, continued for five minutes, and then one of the late arrivals cast aside the stub of a cigar he was smoking, and broke the silence.
"Where might you hoboes be from?" he demanded, in an even tone, and without a gesture of any kind.
n.o.body made any reply whatever to this question, and after a moment he spoke again.
"Which one of you is the leader of this outfit?" he asked.
Again n.o.body replied to him; the a.s.sistants kept silent because they well knew that their chief would answer if he considered it wise to do so; and Nick remained silent merely because he did not consider that it was yet time to speak.
And now the spokesman of the other party addressed himself directly to Nick Carter, as being, doubtless, the fiercest and most villainous-looking one of the bunch.
"You heard me, didn't you?" he demanded.
"Yes; I heard you," was the calm reply.
"h.e.l.lo! You can talk United States, can't you?"
"Quite as well as you, if necessary," was the cool response.
"You look like a dago."
"What I look like, and what I am, is none of your business--unless you show some authority for questioning me."
"Ho, ho, ho, ho! Hear him, my coveys! What do you think of that?" And then to Nick again: "What sort of authority do you expect me to show?"
Nick shrugged his shoulders, knocked out the ashes of his pipe, rose slowly to his feet, and stood facing the other calmly, as he responded:
"There is only one kind of authority, signor, in a party like this. You know what that is. I don't know you any more than I know these other guns around here. It may all be a put-up job, for all I know. I don't much care if it is. I am quite willing to fight you all, one at a time, if necessary--and with guns, or knives, or fists, as you please. I come here, and I get into a tree and wait. Why? Because I have been told of this place, and that always there is somebody around here. I thought I would see who the somebody was before somebody saw me. So I get myself into a tree. Pis.h.!.+ And then not only one, but two, and three arrive on the scene; and then eight more come. If you want to know who I am, and are brave enough to fight me, and man enough to lick me--then you'll know. If not--mind your own affairs, and leave me to attend to mine."
It was a long speech, and the others listened in absolute silence to the end of it. But the instant Nick ceased speaking, the man to whom he had addressed his remarks drew back his arm with a sudden motion, and drove his huge fist forward with the quickness of a cat.
Any other person than Nick Carter might have felt the force of that treacherous blow. Even he might have done so had he not been expecting it, and, therefore, been entirely ready for it.
But the bony fist of the man struck only the empty air, for Nick sidestepped in a manner that would have made Jim Corbett, in his palmiest days, green with envy; and the battering-ram flew past his ear harmlessly.
And then the man who had delivered it, before he could recover from the effect of his own effort, found himself seized in a viselike grip, raised from his feet, and hurled backward straight over the fire, and beyond it, so that he sprawled at full length among the bushes.
He leaped to his feet with a curse, and his hand flew to his hip pocket in search of a weapon; but he did not draw it forth again, for he found himself looking into the muzzle of an ugly-looking forty-four.
"Drop it!" Nick ordered sharply. "I didn't hurt you, when I might have done so easily. Are you satisfied?"
The anger of the man seemed to pa.s.s as quickly as it had arisen, and he grinned as he slowly resumed his former position beside the fire.
It was quite true that he was not hurt; it was equally true that he knew that this stranger might have hurt him severely had he chosen to do so, and have been entirely excusable for doing it too.
"All right, pard, you pa.s.s," he said. "What's your handle?"
"I'm called Dago John by them as know me. What's yours?"
"Hand---- The guns call me Handsome, by way of shortening it. Shake?"
"Yes," said Nick; and they clasped hands for an instant. Then Handsome added:
"Who might these gazaboes be?"
"Search me, Handsome," growled Nick, resuming his seat, and beginning to refill his pipe. "If they ain't a part of your outfit, they sure ain't a part of mine."
Handsome wheeled upon Chick then.
"Who are you?" he demanded, "and where are you from?"
"I'm the 'Chicken'; they know me around Chicago, if they don't here.
Maybe you've heard of me; but it don't make any difference whether you have or not. I'm the Chicken, all right; and it's Chick for short."
Chick did not so much as move an eyelash while he made this retort; but his questioner was plainly affected.
"The Chicken!" he exclaimed. "The Chicken is dead. We got it straight.
Shot by----"
"Shot by a cop, eh? That's the story, and it goes, all right. Only it happens that it wasn't the Chicken as was shot; cause why? The Chicken is here."
"Who was it, then?"
"It was a pal of mine. A likely gun he was, too. I jest changed hats with him when he slid under. The rest of the clothes didn't make no difference. They thought he was the Chicken--and it didn't hurt him any to have 'em think so, while it helped me a lot."
"All right, Chicken," said Handsome, extending his hand a second time.
"I know about you. You're all right. Who are these other two?"
"Search me, Handsome. I reckon we're all strangers."
Handsome turned to Ten-Ichi.
"What's your handle, covey?" he growled.
Ten-Ichi's answer was a peal of demoniac laughter; and he laughed on and on interminably, slapping his thighs and flinging his arms around him after the manner of a man who is warming himself, until the faces of the others around him developed broad grins--and until the man who called himself Handsome brought him to with a sudden thrust of his arm which nearly took the breath out of the lad.
"What's eatin' you, you loon?" he demanded.
"I was laughing," replied Ten-Ichi, now as solemn as an owl.
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