Bucky O'Connor: A Tale of the Unfenced Border, Page 3

  CHAPTER 3. THE SHERIFF INTRODUCES HIMSELF

  Bear-trap Collins, presuming on the new intimacy born of an excitingexperience shared in common, stepped across the aisle, flung aside MissWainwright's impedimenta, and calmly seated himself beside her. Shewas a young woman capable of a hauteur chillier than ice to unduefamiliarity, but she did not choose at this moment to resent hisassumption of a footing that had not existed an hour ago. Picturesqueand unconventional conduct excuses itself when it is garbed inpicturesque and engaging manners. She had, besides, other reasons forwanting to meet him, and they had to do with a sudden suspicion thatflamed like tow in her brain. She had something for which to thankhim--much more than he would be likely to guess, she thought--and shewas wondering, with a surge of triumph, whether the irony of fate hadnot made his pretended consideration for her the means of his undoing.

  "I am sorry you lost so much, Miss Wainwright," he told her.

  "But, after all, I did not lose so much as you. Her dark, deep-pupiledeyes, long-lashed as Diana's, swept round to meet his coolly.

  "That's a true word. My reputation has gone glimmering for fair, Iguess." He laughed ruefully. "I shouldn't wonder, ma'am, when electiontime comes round, if the boys ain't likely to elect to private life thesheriff that lay down before a bunch of miscreants."

  "Why did you do it?"

  His humorous glance roamed round the car. "Now, I couldn't think itproper for me to shoot up this sumptuous palace on wheels. And wouldn'tsome casual passenger be likely to get his lights put out when the bandbegan to play? Would you want that Boston church to be shy a preacher,ma'am?"

  Her lips parted slightly in a curve of scorn. "I suppose you had yourreasons for not interfering."

  "Surely, ma'am. I hated to have them make a sieve of me."

  "Were you afraid?"

  "Most men are when Wolf Leroy's gang is on the war path."

  "Wolf Leroy?"

  "That was Wolf who came in to see they were doing the job right. He'sthe worst desperado on the border--a sure enough bad proposition, Ireckon. They say he's part Spanish and part Indian, but all pisen.Others say he's a college man of good family. I don't know about that,for nobody knows who he really is. But the name is a byword in thecountry. People lower their voices when they speak of him and hisnight-riders."

  "I see. And you were afraid of him?"

  "Very much."

  Her narrowed eyes looked over the strong lines of his lean face andwere unconvinced. "I expect you found a better reason than that for notopposing them."

  He turned to her with frank curiosity. "I'd like real well to have youput a name to it."

  But he was instantly aware that her interest had been side tracked.Major Mackenzie had entered the car and was coming down the aisle.Plainer than words his eyes asked a question, and hers answered it.

  The sheriff stopped him with a smiling query: "Hit hard, major?"

  Mackenzie frowned. "The scoundrels took thirty thousand from the expresscar, I understand. Twenty thousand of it belonged to our company. I wasexpecting to pay off the men next Tuesday."

  "Hope we'll be able to run them down for you," returned Collinscheerfully. "I suppose you lay it to Wolf Leroy's gang?"

  "Of course. The work was too well done to leave any doubt of that." Themajor resumed his seat behind Miss Wainwright.

  To that young woman the sheriff repeated his unanswered question in theform of a statement. "I'm waiting to learn that better reason, ma'am."

  She was possessed of that spice of effrontery more to be desired thanbeauty. "Shall we say that you had no wish to injure your friends?"

  "My friends?"

  Her untender eyes mocked his astonishment. "Do I choose the wrong word?"she asked, with an audacity of a courage that delighted him. "Perhapsthey are not your friends--these train robbers? Perhaps they are merecasual acquaintances?"

  His bold eyes studied with a new interest her superb, confidentyouth--the rolling waves of splendid Titian hair, the lovely, subtleeyes with the depths of shadowy pools in them, the alluring lines oflong and supple loveliness. Certainly here was no sweet, ingenuous youthall prone to blushes, but the complex heir of that world-old wisdom theweaker sex has shaped to serve as a weapon against the strength thatmust be met with the wit of Mother Eve.

  "You ce'tainly have a right vivid imagination, ma'am," he said dryly.

  "You are quite sure you have never seen them before?" her velvet voiceasked.

  He laughed. "Well, no--I can't say I am."

  "Aren't you quite sure you have seen them?"

  Her eyes rested on him very steadily.

  "You're smart as a whip, Miss Wainwright. I take off my hat to a younglady so clever. I guess you're right. About the identity of one of thosemasked gentlemen I'm pretty well satisfied."

  She drew a long breath. "I thought so."

  "Yes," he went on evenly, "I once earmarked him so that I'd know himagain in case we met."

  "I beg pardon. You--what?"

  "Earmarked him. Figure of speech, ma'am. You may not have observed thatthe curly-headed person behind the guns was shy the forefinger ofhis right hand. We had a little difficulty once when he was resistingarrest, and it just happened that my gun fanned away his triggerfinger." He added reminiscently:

  "A good boy, too, Neil was once. We used to punch together on theHashknife. A straight-up rider, the kind a fellow wants when Old ManTrouble comes knocking at the door. Well, I reckon he's a miscreant now,all right."

  "They knew YOU--at least two of them did."

  "I've been pirootin' around this country, boy and man, for fifteenyears. I ain't responsible for every yellow dog that knows me," hedrawled.

  "And I noticed that when you told them not to rob the children and notto touch me they did as you said."

  "Hypnotism," he suggested, with a smile.

  "So, not being a child, I put two and two together and draw aninference."

  He seemed to be struggling with his mirth. "I see you do. Well, ma'am,I've been most everything since I hit the West, but this is the firsttime I've been taken for a train robber."

  "I didn't say that," she cried quickly.

  "I think you mentioned an inference." The low laugh welled out of himand broke in his face. "I've been busy on one, too. It's a heap nearerthe truth than yours, Miss Mackenzie."

  Her startled eyes and the swift movement of her hand toward her heartshowed him how nearly he had struck home, how certainly he had shatteredher cool indifference of manner.

  He leaned forward, so close that even in the roar of the train his lowwhisper reached her. "Shall I tell you why the hold-ups didn't find moremoney on your father or in the express car, Miss Mackenzie?"

  She was shaken, so much so that her agitation trembled on her lips.

  "Shall I tell you why your hand went to your breast when I firstmentioned that the train was going to be held up, and again when yourfather's eyes were firing a mighty pointed question at you?"

  "I don't know what you mean," she retorted, again mistress of herself.

  Her gallant bearing compelled his admiration. The scornful eyes, thesatirical lift of the nostrils, the erect, graceful figure, all flunga challenge at him. He called himself hard names for putting her on therack, but the necessity to make her believe in him was strong withinhim.

  "I noticed you went right chalky when I announced the hold-up, and Ithought it was because you were scared. That was where I did you aninjustice, ma'am, and you can call this an apology. You've got sand.If it hadn't been for what you carry in the chamois skin hanging on thechain round your neck you would have enjoyed every minute of the littleentertainment. You're as game as they make them."

  "May I ask how you arrived at this melodramatic conclusion?" she asked,her disdainful lip curling.

  "By using my eyes and my ears, ma'am. I shouldn't have noticed yourlikeness to Major Mackenzie, perhaps, if I hadn't observed that therewas a secret understanding between you. Now, whyfor should you bepassing as strangers? I
could guess one reason, and only one. There havetwice been attempted hold-ups of the paymaster of the Yuba reservoir.It was to avoid any more of these that Major Mackenzie took chargepersonally of paying the men. He has made good up till now. But therehave been rumors for months that he would be held up either beforeleaving the train or while he was crossing the desert. He didn't want tobe seen taking the boodle from the express company at Tucson. He wouldrather have the impression get out that this was just a casual visit. Itoccurred to him to bring along some unsuspected party to help him out.The robbers would never expect to find the money on a woman. That's whythe major brought his daughter with him. Doesn't it make you some uneasyto be carrying fifty thousand in small bills sewed in your clothes andhung round your neck?"

  She broke into musical laughter, natural and easy. "I don't happen tohave fifty thousand with me."

  "Oh, well, say forty thousand. I'm no wizard to guess the exact figure."

  Her swift glance at him was almost timid.

  "Nor forty thousand," she murmured.

  "I should think, ma'am, you'd crinkle more than a silk-lined ladysailing down a church aisle on Sunday."

  A picture in the magazine she was toying with seemed to interest her.

  "I expect that's the signal for 'Exit Collins.' I'll say good-by tillnext time, Miss Mackenzie."

  "Oh, is there going to be a next time?" she asked, with elaboratecarelessness.

  "Several of them."

  "Indeed!"

  He took a notebook from his pocket and wrote.

  "I ain't the son of a prophet, but I'm venturing a prediction," heexplained.

  She had nothing to say, and she said it competently.

  "Concerning an investment in futurities I'm making," he continued.

  Her magazine article seemed to be beginning, well.

  "It's a little guess about how this train robbery is coming out. If youdon't mind, I'll leave it with you." He tore the page out, put it in anempty envelope, sealed the flap, and handed it to her.

  "Open it in a month, and see whether my guess is a good one."

  The dusky lashes swept round indolently. "Suppose I were to open itto-night."

  "I'll risk it," smiled the blue eyes.

  "On honor, am I?"

  "That's it." He held out a big, brown hand.

  "You're going to try to capture the robbers, are you?"

  "I've been thinking that way--with the help of Lieutenant BuckyO'Connor, I mean."

  "And I suppose you've promised yourself success."

  "It's on the knees of chance, ma'am. We may get them. They may get us."

  "But this prediction of yours?" She held up the sealed envelope.

  "That's about another matter."

  "But I don't understand. You said--" She gave him a chance to explain.

  "It ain't meant you should. You'll understand plenty at the propertime."

  He offered her his hand again. "We're slowing down for Apache.Good-by--till next time."

  The suede glove came forward, and was buried in his handshake.

  He understood it to be an unvoiced apology of its owner for hersuspicions, and his instinct was correct. For how could her doubts holdtheir ground when he had showed himself a sharer in her secret and aguardian of it? And how could anything sinister lie behind thosefrank, unwavering eyes or consist with that long, clean stride that wascarrying him so forcefully to the vestibule?

  At Apache no telegrams were found waiting for those who had beenexpecting them. Communication with the division superintendent at Tucsonuncovered the fact that no message of the hold-up had yet reached him.It was an easy guess for Collins to find the reason.

  "We're in the infant class, major," he told Mackenzie, with a sardoniclaugh. "Leroy must have galloped down the line direct to the stationafter the hold-up. Likely enough he went into the depot just as we wentout. That gives him the other hour or two he needs to make his getawaywith the loot. Well, it can't be helped now. If I can only reach Buckythere's one chance in fifty he can head them off from crossing intoSonora. Soon as I can get together a posse I'll take up the trail fromthe point of the hold-up. But they'll have a whole night's start on me.That's a big handicap."

  From Apache Collins sent three dispatches. One was to his deputy,Dillon, at Tucson. It read:

  "Get together at once posse of four and outfit same for four days."

  Another went to Sabin, the division superintendent:

  "Order special to carry posse with horses from Tucson to Big Gap. Mustleave by midnight. Have track clear."

  The third was a notification to Lieutenant O'Connor, of the ArizonaRangers, of the hold-up, specifying time and place of the occurrence.The sheriff knew it was not necessary to add that the bandits wereprobably heading south to get into Sonora. Bucky would take that forgranted and do his best to cover the likely spots of the frontier.

  It was nearly eleven when the Limited drew in to Tucson. Sabin was onthe platform anxiously awaiting their arrival. Collins reached him evenbefore the conductor.

  "Ordered the special, Mr. Sabin?" he asked, in a low voice.

  The railroad man was chewing nervously on an unlit cigar. "Yes, sheriff.You want only an engine and one car, I suppose."

  "That will be enough. I've got to go uptown now and meet Dillon.Midnight sharp, please."

  "Do you know how much they got?" Sabin whispered.

  "Thirty thousand, I hear, besides what they took from the passengers.The conductor will tell you all about it. I've got to jump to be ready."

  A disappointment awaited him in the telegrapher's room at the depot. Hefound a wire, but not from the person he expected. The ranger in chargeat Douglas said that Lieutenant O'Connor was at Flag staff, but pendingthat officer's return he would put himself under the orders of SheriffCollins and wait for instructions.

  The sheriff whistled softly to himself and scratched his head. Buckywould not have waited for instructions. By this time that live wirewould have finished telephoning all over Southern Arizona and wouldhimself have been in the saddle. But Bucky in Flagstaff, nearly threehundred miles from the battlefield, so far as the present emergencywent, might just as well be in Calcutta. Collins wired instructions tothe ranger and sent a third message to the lieutenant.

  "I expect I'll hear this time he's skipped over to Winslow," he toldhimself, with a rueful grin.

  The special with the posse on board drew out at midnight sharp. Itreached the scene of the holdup before daybreak. The loading board waslowered and the horses led from the car and picketed. Meanwhile twoof the men lit a fire and made breakfast while the others unloaded theoutfit and packed for the trail. The first faint streaks of gray dawnwere beginning to fleck the sky when Collins and Dillon, with a lantern,moved along the railroad bed to the little clump of cottonwoods wherethe outlaws had probably lain while they waited for the express. Theyscanned this ground inch by inch. The coals where their camp-firehad been were still alive. Broken bits of food lay scattered about.Half-trampled into the ground the sheriff picked up a narrow goldchain and locket. This last he opened, and found it to contain a tinyphotograph of a young mother and babe, both laughing happily. A closesearch failed to disclose anything else of interest.

  They returned to their companions, ate breakfast, and saddled. It wasby this time light enough to be moving. The trail was easy as a printedmap, for the object of the outlaws had been haste rather than secrecy.The posse covered it swiftly and without hesitation.

  "Now, I wonder why this trail don't run straight south instead ofbearing to the left into the hills. Looks like they're going to cachetheir stolen gold up in the mountains before they risk crossing intoSonora. They figure Bucky'll be on the lookout for them," the sheriffsaid to his deputy.

  "I believe you've guessed it, Val. Stands to reason they'll want to getrid of the loot soon as they can. Oh, hell!"

  Dillon's disgust proved justifiable, for the trail had lost itself in amountain stream, up or down which the outlaws must have filed. A monthlater and
the creek would have been dry. But it was still spring. Themountain rains had not ceased feeding the brook, and of this the outlawshad taken advantage to wipe out their trail.

  The sheriff looked anxiously at the sky. "It's fixin' to rain, Jim.Don't that beat the Dutch? If it does, that lets us out plenty."

  The men they were after might have gone either upstream or down. It wasimpossible to know definitely which, nor was there time to follow both.Already big drops of rain were splashing down.

  "We'll take a chance, and go up. They're probably up in the hillssomewhere right now," said Collins, with characteristic decision.

  He had guessed right. A mile farther upstream horses had clambered tothe bank and struck deeper into the hills. But already rain was fallingin a brisk shower. The posse had not gone another quarter of a milebefore the trail was washed out. They were now in a rough and rockycountry getting every minute steeper.

  "It's going to be like lookin' for a needle in a haystack, Val," Dillongrowled.

  Collins nodded. "We ain't got one chance in a hundred, Jim, but I reckonwe'll take that chance."

  For three days they blundered around in the hills before they gave itup. The first night, about dusk, the pursuers were without knowing itso warm that one of the bandits lay with his rifle on a rock rim nota stone's throw above them as they wound through a little ravine. ButCollins got no glimpse of the robbers. At last he reluctantly gave theword to turn back. Probably the men he wanted had already slipped downto the plains and across to Mexico. If not, they might play hide andseek with him a month in the recesses of these unknown mountains.

  Next morning the sheriff struck a telephone wire, tapped it, got Sabinon the line, told him of his failure and that he was returning toTucson. About the middle of the afternoon the dispirited posse reachedits sidetracked special.

  A young man lay stretched full length on the loading board, with abroad-brimmed felt hat over his eyes. He wore a gray flannel shirt andcorduroy trousers thrust into half-leg laced boots. At the sound ofvoices he turned lazily on his side and watched the members of the posseswing wearily from their saddles. An amiable smile, not wholly free offriendly derision, lit his good-looking face.

  "Oh, you sheriff," he drawled.

  Collins swung round, as if he had been pricked with a knife point. Hestared an instant before he let out a shout of welcome and fell upon theyouth.

  "Bucky, by thunder!"

  The latter got up nimbly in time to be hospitably thumped and punched.He was a lithe, slender young fellow, of medium height, and he carriedhimself lightly with that manner of sunburned competency given only bythe rough-and-tumble life of the outdoors West.

  While the men reloaded the car he and the sheriff stood apart and talkedin low tones. Collins told what he knew, both what he had seen andinferred, and Bucky heard him to the end.

  "Yes, it ce'tainly looks like one of Wolf Leroy's jobs," he agreed."Nobody else but Leroy would have had the nerve to follow you right upto the depot and put the kibosh on sending those wires. He's surely gamefrom the toes up. Think of him sittin' there reading the newspaper halfan hour after he held up the Limited!"

  "Did he do that, Bucky?" The sheriff's tone conceded admiration.

  "He did. He's the only train robber ever in the business that could havedone it. Oh, the Wolf's tracks are all over this job."

  "No doubt about that. I told you I recognized York Neil by him being shythat trigger finger I fanned off down at Tombstone. Well, they say he'sone of the Wolf's standbys."

  "Yes. I warned him two months ago that if he didn't break away he'd diesudden. Somehow I couldn't persuade him he was an awful sick man rightthen. You saw four of these hold-ups in all, didn't you, Val?"

  "Four's right. First off Neil, then the fellow I took to be the Wolf.After he went out a bowlegged fellow came in, and last a slim little kidthat was a sure enough amateur, the way his gun shook."

  "Any notion how many more there were?"

  "I figured out two more. A big gazabo in a red wig held up Frost, theengineer. He knew it was a wig because he saw long black hair peepingout around his neck. Then there must 'a' been another in chargeof blowing up the express car, a Mexican, from the description themessenger gives of him."

  Bucky nodded. "Looks like you got it figured about right, Val. TheMexican is easy to account for. The Wolf spends about half his time downin Chihuahua and trains with some high-class greasers down there. Well,we'll see what we'll see. I'll set my rangers at rounding up the bordertowns a bit, and if I don't start anything there I'll hike down intoMexico and see what's doing. I'll count on you to run the Arizona end ofit while I'm away, Val. The Wolf's outfit is a pretty wild one, and itwon't be long till something begins to howl. We'll keep an eye on thegambling halls and see who is burning up money. Oh, they'll leave plentyof smoke behind them," the ranger concluded cheerfully.

  "There will be plenty of smoke if we ever do round 'em up, not tomention a heap of good lead that will be spilled," the sheriff agreedplacidly. "Well, all I got to say is the sooner the quicker. The bunchborrowed a mighty good.45 of mine I need in my biz. I kinder hanker toget it back muy pronto."

  "Here's hoping," Bucky nodded gayly. "I bet there will be a right livelywolf hunt. Hello! The car's loaded. All aboard for Tucson."

  The special drew out from the side track and gathered speed. Soon therhythmic chant of the rails sounded monotonously, and the plains oneither side of the track swam swiftly to the rear.