When they had ridden some distance through the wood, Stanton checked his horse.
“Hold on!” he cried. “Here’s a bit of an opening in the brush!”
He moved away a few yards, and then called out:
“Looks mighty1 like a trail. I guess you didn’t notice it when you came along.”
Prescott admitted that he had not done so, which was not surprising. There was little to distinguish the gap between the nut bushes from others that opened up all round; but Stanton seemed satisfied that he was right.
“Somebody has driven out this way not long ago,” he explained.
“It doesn’t follow that the man was Wandle.”
“Why, no. Still, I guess it’s likely; and if there’s a trail, it leads to a homestead. Anyway, we’ll track it up.”
When they reached the open prairie, the moonlight showed faint wheelmarks running on before them to the east. The country was open and empty; a wide plain, with one slight rise some miles away that cut with a white gleam against the deep blue of the sky. They headed toward it wearily, following the track, and drew bridle2 when they gained the summit. A half-moon floated rather low in the western sky, glittering keen with frost, and they could see that the prairie ahead of 307 them was more rolling and broken. Dusky smears3 of bluffs5 checkered6 its white surface here and there, and a low irregular dark line ran across it. Prescott supposed this to be a small timber growing along the edge of a ravine. Beyond it, in the distance, a faint glimmer7 of yellow light caught and held his eye. It was the one touch of warm color in the chill and lifeless waste of white and blue.
“A homestead,” said Stanton. “We’ll ride as far as the ravine together; and then I guess I’ll make for the farm alone. If Wandle’s been there looking for horses, he’ll strike south and take the trail we left, farther on. You’ll head down that way and watch out to cut him off if he lights out before I come up.”
Prescott understood the maneuver8. By driving east the fugitive9 had lost ground, and if he could push on fast enough, Prescott might reach a position from which he could either run him down or turn him back into the hands of the trooper.
When they came to the ravine and descended10 the deep shadowy hollow, they parted company, Prescott following the opposite brink12, because Wandle would have to cross it lower down to regain13 the south trail. Once or twice he left it for a while when the gorge14 twisted in a big loop away from him, but he could see nothing of his companion. They had commanded a wide sweep of plain when they crossed the rise, but now that he was on low ground, the scattered15 bluffs obstructed16 his view. Indeed, he fancied from their position that they would prevent Stanton’s seeing the farm. Once he stopped and listened with strained attention, but he could hear only the faint sighing of a light wind among the trees he skirted and the snapping of a twig17, made by what means he could not 308 tell, for there was no sign of life in all the frozen wilds. It was very dreary18, and Prescott had little expectation of overtaking Wandle after the time they had lost, but he doggedly19 rode on.
At length an indistinct sound, too regular for the wind to account for, reached him, and grew louder when he pulled up his horse. It was a dull, measured throbbing20, and he knew it to be the beat of hoofs21. It was drawing nearer, but it might be made by Stanton riding to join him, and he headed so as to clear one of the bluffs which prevented his seeing far across the plain. On passing the end of the timber he saw another taller patch half a mile off, which hid most of the prairie between him and the farm, and knowing that time might be valuable he clung to the ravine, urging the jaded22 Clydesdale to its fastest pace, which was very moderate. He had gone about a mile, opening up the flat waste beyond the second bluff4, when the black shape of a team and rig appeared on it. The team was being driven furiously, and in another few moments Prescott was not surprised to see a horseman sweep out from the gloom of the trees behind them. It was, however, soon obvious that the trooper was not gaining ground; Wandle had got fresh horses, his rig was light, while Stanton’s mount had already carried him a long way. Prescott’s Clydesdale had been harder taxed, but he knew he could not spare the beast. Wandle must have seen him, but he was holding straight on, and this could only be because he was following a trail which led to the easiest crossing of the ravine. The man would shrink from the risk of getting entangled23 among thick timber with his team.
Prescott would have found speed difficult, even had he been mounted on a fresh horse. The snow was thin, but 309 it was loose and dusty beneath the crust, through which the hoofs broke, while Wandle was making excellent progress along a beaten trail. Still, Prescott was nearer to the point the man was making for, and if he could reach it first, Wandle could not escape. Riding with savage24 determination, he sped on, the snow flying up behind him, the thrill of the pursuit firing his blood and filling him with fierce excitement. Wandle’s fresh team was going at a gallop25, the hoofs beating out a sharp drumming that mingled26 with the furious rattle27 of wheels, and through these sounds broke a rapid, pounding thud which told that Stanton was following hard behind. The trooper was, however, less close than he had been; too far, Prescott thought, to use his carbine; and as he mercilessly drove his beast he feared that he could scarcely reach the trail in time. He was closing with the rig and could see Wandle savagely28 lash29 his team; the trouble was that instead of riding to cut off the fugitive, in another few minutes he would be behind him, which was a very different thing.
While he plied30 the quirt he saw the rig vanish among the trees close ahead. They stretched out some distance into the prairie, and he might not be too late yet, if he were willing to take a serious risk. He did not think the trail ran straight down into the ravine—the hollow was too deep for that—it would descend11 the slope obliquely31 and might trend toward him. If so, he should still be able to intercept32 the rig by cutting off the corner and riding straight down the steep bank through the timber. The odds33 were in favor of his killing34 the horse and breaking his own neck, but this did not count, and the next moment there was a crash as the Clydesdale rushed through a brake. A branch struck 310 Prescott’s leg a heavy blow, but he was too numbed35 to feel much pain, and as he swung round a bush that threatened to tear him from the saddle he could look down between the trees. Then he was filled with exultation36, for the trail had turned his way. Below him, but farther from the bottom of the dipping track than he was, Wandle’s horses were plunging37 downhill at a furious gallop, the rig jolting38 behind them, the driver leaning forward and using the whip. There was no sign of Stanton except the pounding of hoofs that rose among the trees.
Then the slope grew dangerously sharp and Prescott set his teeth. The Clydesdale flinched39 from the descent, but it was too jaded to struggle hard, and the next moment it stumbled and slid over the edge. They went down, slipping over ground as hard as granite40 under its thin coat of snow, smashing through nut bushes, tearing off low branches. Prescott saw Wandle turn his head and look up at him. Then the fugitive sent up a hoarse41 cry of rage and warning, too late. If he could stop his team, which was very doubtful, he might escape the threatened collision; but this would involve his capture by Stanton, and he lashed42 his horses and went on, while Prescott and the great plow43 horse came madly rushing down at him. He looked at them again, with a breathless yell; then he let the reins44 fall and seized a seat rail.
The Clydesdale struck the light off-side horse, hurling45 it upon its fellow, breaking the pole. Both lost their footing and were driven round. Prescott, flung upon the backs of the horses, grasped the front of the rig, which ran on a yard or two and overturned with a crash. The Clydesdale went down among the wreckage46, another horse was on its side, kicking savagely; and Stanton, 311 hurrying up, saw Prescott crawl slowly clear of it. Seizing him, he lifted him to his feet, and to his great surprise the man leaned against a tree with a half-dazed laugh.
“Well,” he gasped47, “I’m not in pieces, anyway!”
“Then you ought to be!” said Stanton, too startled to congratulate him on his escape. “But where’s Wandle?”
Prescott seemed unable to answer and the trooper, looking round, saw Wandle lying in the snow; but before he could reach him the man began to raise himself on his elbow. This was disconcerting, for Stanton had thought him dead.
“Well,” the trooper said stupidly, “what’s the matter with you?”
“I don’t know,” Wandle replied weakly. “Don’t feel like talking; let me alone.”
Stanton had no fear of his escaping, so he went back to the horses. One of them stood trembling, attached to the rig by the deranged48 harness; the other still lay kicking, while the big Clydesdale rolled to and fro, with its leg through a wrenched-off wheel. It was astonishing that none of them was killed. Prescott apparently49 needed no assistance, and Stanton felt that he required some occupation to calm himself. Accordingly, he freed the Clydesdale of the broken wheel, narrowly escaping a kick which would have broken his ribs50. The horse was a valuable one and must not be left in danger, and after a few minutes of severe exertion51 Stanton got it on its feet. Then he turned to the fallen driving horse and began, at some risk, to cut away its harness. Prescott came to help him, and together they raised the beast. Then Stanton sat down heavily on the wreckage.
“Well,” he remarked, “that was the blamedest fool 312 trick, your riding down the grade; they wouldn’t expect that kind of work from us in the service! What I can’t account for is that you look none the worse.”
Prescott, standing52 shakily in the moonlight, smiled. “It is surprising; but hadn’t you better look after Wandle? He seems to be getting up.”
Wandle was cautiously getting on his feet, and the trooper watched him until he moved a pace or two.
“You don’t look very broke up,” he said. “Do you feel as if you could walk?”
“I believe I could ride,” Wandle answered sullenly53.
“Well, I guess you won’t. You have given us trouble enough already, and you’ll be warmer on your feet.” Then he drew out a paper. “This is my warrant. It’s my duty to arrest you——”
Wandle listened coolly to the formula, in which he was charged with fraudulently selling Jernyngham’s land and forging his name. Indeed, Prescott fancied that he was relieved to find that nothing more serious had been brought against him.
“Well,” he said, “you’ll hear my defense54 when it’s ready. What’s to be done now?”
“Head back to the homestead where you got the team. Think you can lead one of them? It’s either that or I’ll put the handcuffs on you—make your choice.” Stanton turned to Prescott. “It will be warmer walking, and I’ve ridden about enough.”
The suggestion was agreed to, and after looping up the cut harness awkwardly with numbed fingers, they set off; Wandle going first, holding one horse’s head, Prescott following with two, and the trooper bringing up the rear. When they reached the farm, to the astonishment55 of its occupants, they were given quarters in the kitchen, where 313 a big stove was burning. Soon afterward56, Prescott and Wandle lay down on the wooden floor, wrapped in blankets supplied them by the farmer, and Prescott sank into heavy sleep. Stanton, sitting upright in an uncomfortable chair, kept watch with his carbine laid handy on the table. He spent the night in a tense struggle to keep awake, and when Prescott got up at dawn the trooper’s face was haggard and his eyes half closed, but he was still on guard.
After breakfast, they borrowed a saddle for Wandle and set out on the return journey, meeting Curtis, who had ridden from the railroad, at the first settlement they reached. Prescott left the others there, and rode toward the station the corporal had just left, taking some telegrams Curtis asked him to despatch57. He spent an afternoon and a night in the little wooden town, and went on again the next day by a local train.
While Prescott was on the way, Jernyngham drove to Sebastian with Gertrude. The girl had insisted on accompanying him. Soon after they left the homestead Colston, who was trying to read a paper from which his interest wandered, looked up at his wife.
“It’s fine weather and not quite so cold,” he said. “Suppose we go to the settlement and get supper there? I’ve no doubt there’s something you or Muriel would like to buy.”
“As it happens, there is,” Mrs. Colston replied. “But I don’t think that’s all you have in your mind.”
“The fact is, I’m disturbed about Jernyngham,” Colston admitted. “He has been in an extremely restless mood since Prescott disappeared.”
“I have noticed that. But do you know why he has gone to Sebastian to-day?” 314
“He told me. One of the police authorities, whom he has seen already, is staying at the hotel to-night. Jernyngham means to get hold of him and insist upon an explanation of what they are doing.”
Muriel leaned forward in her chair. She looked anxious, for no news of anything that had happened since Wandle’s flight had reached the neighborhood. It was only known that the police were in pursuit of him; and local opinion was divided as to whether Prescott was also a fugitive or, knowing more about the matter than anybody else, had offered Curtis his assistance.
“I think you ought to go,” she said. “And you may hear something.”
“Well,” Colston replied, “I’ll confess that I’m curious, though I’m going mainly on Jernyngham’s account.” He turned to his wife. “Don’t you think it’s advisable?”
“I do, and it would be better if we all went. Then you will have an excuse for following Jernyngham and can watch him without making the thing too marked. It’s a pity you didn’t succeed in getting the pistol away from him.”
“I’ve done what I could. I had another try this morning, but he caught me looking for it and I believe he guessed what I was after, because he was unusually short with me. It’s my opinion that he has taken to wearing the thing; so far as I can discover, it’s nowhere in the house. One hesitates about ransacking58 his room.”
“It is not in the house, and he is not to be trusted with it,” Muriel said quietly.
Colston cast a surprised glance at her.
“Oh! You seem to know. I’ve no doubt you are cleverer with your fingers than I am and wouldn’t be so afraid of leaving your tracks.” 315
“Gertrude knows where the pistol is and she thought it necessary to go with her father,” Mrs. Colston said significantly. “We’ll get off as soon as you have asked Leslie for the buggy; I wish it had been the sleigh.”
They drove away in half an hour; but Jernyngham reached the settlement some time before they did. Leaving Gertrude at a drygoods store, he went to the hotel, where the commissioned officer of police had a room. The officer was acquainted with all that Prescott had told Curtis about his absence in search of the missing man, and had been advised by telegraph of the assistance he had rendered in Wandle’s arrest. This was, however, a matter that must stand in abeyance59 until he saw Curtis, for he had come down to investigate some complaints about the reservation Indians, who were in a restless, discontented state, and the business demanded careful thought and handling. He was studying the report of a local constable60 when there was a knock at the door, and he looked up with annoyance61 as Jernyngham came in. The man had his sympathy, but he was troublesome.
“I’m afraid I can’t spare you more than a minute or two,” he said. “I’m expecting a constable I’ve sent for.”
“One would have imagined that my business was of the first importance,” Jernyngham rejoined. “Have you any news of the fugitives62?”
“Wandle has been arrested.”
“Ah! That’s satisfactory, though I don’t think it will carry us very far. His attempt to escape with Prescott, however, makes it obvious that they were confederates.”
The officer let this remark pass, for he was anxious to get rid of his visitor. Jernyngham was piqued63 by his silence. 316
“I suppose you have not apprehended64 Prescott yet?” he resumed.
“No,” answered the other shortly. “He will remain at liberty.”
There was a knock at the door and a trooper looked in and withdrew.
“Mr. Jernyngham,” said the officer, “if you will make an appointment to meet me on my return from the reservation, I will be at your service, but you must excuse me now. I have some instructions to give the constable, who has a long ride before him.”
“A minute, please; I’ll be brief. Am I to understand that you have no intention of seizing Prescott?”
“That is what I meant. So far as I can determine at present, we shall not interfere65 with him.”
Jernyngham’s haggard face grew red with anger.
“What are your grounds for this extraordinary decision?” he demanded.
“A strong presumption66 of his innocence67.”
“Preposterous!” Jernyngham broke out. “The scoundrel killed my son, and you refuse to move any further against him! I must carry the matter to Ottawa; you leave me no recourse.”
The officer rapped on the table and the trooper entered.
“Come and see me when I get back, Mr. Jernyngham, and we’ll talk over the thing again. I have other business which demands urgent attention now.”
Jernyngham’s face was deeply colored and the swollen68 veins69 showed on his forehead.
“Understand that I insist on Prescott’s arrest! I will, spare no effort to secure it through your superiors!”
Seeing that he was in no mood to listen to reason, the officer let him go, and Jernyngham walked slowly to 317 the lobby downstairs. There were a number of men in it, but two or three strolled into the bar and the others drew away from him when he sat down. They were not without compassion70, but they shrank from the grim look in the man’s worn face. For a while he sat still, resting one elbow on a table, and trying to arrange his confused thoughts. He knew nothing of Prescott’s interview with Curtis or the reason for his visit to Wandle on the night of the latter’s flight; the discovery of the brown clothes occupied the most prominent place in his mind, and convinced him of Prescott’s guilt71.
Then he began to consider how he could best bring pressure to bear on the administration in Ottawa. From inquiries72 he had made, it appeared less easy than he had supposed. It was, he had been told, unusual for anybody to interfere with the Northwest Police, who had been entrusted73 with extensive powers; and there was a strong probability of his failing to obtain satisfaction. It was, however, unthinkable that Prescott should escape. Jernyngham’s poignant74 sense of loss and regret for past harshness to his son had merged75 into an overwhelming desire for vengeance76 on the man whom he regarded as Cyril’s murderer. He was left without an ally; the organized means of justice had signally broken down; but the man should not go unpunished.
Tormented77 by his thoughts, he went out in search of Gertrude.
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