Three shots came in quick succession; then, after the interval2 of a full minute, two more followed, and then all was still.
Mother and daughter maintained their listening attitude a while longer, but nothing more reached their ears.
"It is over," said the parent in an undertone.
Aye, the conflict was over. One party was beaten off, but which? And how many brave men, the finest horsemen and rifle-shots in the world, lay on the green sward, staring, with eyes that saw not, at the blue sky, or were being borne away by their comrades on the backs of their tough ponies3?
A brief space and the story would be told.
Jennie Whitney shaded her eyes with her hand and gazed to the southward for the first sight of returning friends, whose coming could not be long delayed.
The mother was straining her vision in the same direction, watching for that which she longed and yet dreaded4 to see. But years had compelled her to use glasses, and her eyes were not the equal of those bright orbs5 of Jennie. She would be the first to detect the approaching horsemen.
A good field-glass was in the house, but neither thought of it; their attention was too deeply absorbed.
"It is time they appeared," remarked Mrs. Whitney, her heart sinking under the dreadful fear of the possible reason why they remained invisible.
Suppose there was none to appear!
But those keen eyes of the maiden6 have detected something, and she starts and peers more intently than before.
Far to the southward, in the direction of the mountain spurs, and on the very boundary of her vision, a black speck7 seems to be quivering and flickering8, so indistinct, so impalpable, that none but the experienced eye can guess its nature.
But the eye which is studying it is an experienced one. Many a time it has gazed across the rolling prairie, and identified the loved father and brother before another could discover a person at all.
"Some one is coming," she says to her mother.
"Some one!" is the alarmed response; "are there no more?"
"There may be, but this one is in advance."
"But why should he be in advance of the rest?" is the query9, born of the fear in the heart of the parent.
"It is not mine to answer for the present; he may be better mounted and is coming for—for—"
"For what?"
"Help."
"Help! What help can we give them?"
"We have a gun in the house, and there is plenty of ammunition10."
"That means they have suffered—have been defeated. Look closely, Jennie; do you see no others?"
She has been searching for them from the first. The approaching horseman is now fully11 defined against the dark-green of the mountains, and the country for half a mile is in clear view.
Over this broad expanse Jennie Whitney's eyes rove, and her heart seems to stand still as she answers:
"He is alone; I see no others."
"Then he brings evil tidings! Our people have been defeated; more than one has fallen."
The approaching horseman was riding furiously. His fleet animal was on a dead run, his neck outstretched, mane and tail streaming as he thundered through the hurricane created by his own tremendous speed.
The man who sat in the saddle was a perfect equestrian12, as are all the cowmen and rustlers of the West. He leaned forward, as if he would help his horse to reach his goal at the earliest instant. His broad-brimmed hat fitted so well that it kept its place on his head without any fastening; but his own long, dark locks fluttered over his brawny15 shoulders, while the trusty Winchester was held in a firm grasp across the saddle in front, where it could be used on the second needed.
Jennie Whitney was studying him closely, for he must be father, brother, or one of the two hired men. She was praying that he was a relative, but it was not so.
The mother could now distinguish the horseman plainly, though not as much so as her daughter.
"I think it is father," she said, speaking her hope rather than her conviction.
"No; it is not he," replied the daughter.
"Then it is Fred."
"No; you are mistaken; it is Budd."
"Alas16 and alas! why should it be he, and neither my husband nor son?" wailed17 the parent.
Jennie was right. The man was the veteran cowboy, Budd Hankinson, who had whirled the lasso on the arid18 plains of Arizona, the Llano Estacado of Texas and among the mountain ranges of Montana; who had fought Apaches in the southwest, Comanches in the south and Sioux in the north, and had undergone hardships, sufferings, wounds and privations before which many a younger man than he had succumbed20.
No more skilful21 and no braver ranchman lived.
Budd had a way of snatching off his hat and swinging it about his head at sight of the ladies. It was his jocular salutation to them, and meant that all was well.
But he did not do so now. He must have seen the anxious mother and daughter almost as soon as they discerned him. Jennie watched for the greeting which did not come.
"Something is amiss," was her conclusion.
The hoofs22 of the flying horse beat the hard ground with a regular rhythm, and he thundered forward like one who knew he was bringing decisive tidings which would make the hearts of the listeners stand still.
The black eyes of the cowman were seen gleaming under his hat-rim as he looked steadily23 at the couple, against whom his horse would dash himself the next minute, like a thunderbolt, unless checked.
No fear, however, of anything like that. He rounded to in front of the women, and halted with a suddenness that would have flung a less skilful rider over his head, but which hardly caused Budd Hankinson a jar.
He read the questioning eyes, and before the words could shape themselves on the pallid24 lips he called out:
"The mischief25 is to pay!"
"What is it, Budd?" asked Jennie, she and her mother stepping close to his box-stirrup.
"We have had a fight with the rustlers—one of the worst I ever seed—there was eight of 'em."
"Was anybody—hurt?" faltered26 the mother.
"Wal, I reckon; three of them rustlers won't rustle14 again very soon, onless that bus'ness is carried on below, where they've gone; two others have got holes through their bodies about the size of my hat."
"But—but were any of our people injured?" continued the parent, while Jennie tried to still the throbbing27 of her heart until the answer came.
"Wal, yes," replied Budd, removing his hat and passing his handkerchief across his forehead, as though the matter was of slight account; "I'm sorry to say some of us got it in the neck."
"Who—who—how was it? Don't trifle!"
"Wal, you see Zip Peters rode over from Capt. Whiting's to tell us about the rustlers, and he hadn't much more'n arriv, when along come the others behind him with one of our branded steers28. I made them give him up, and then the fight was on. Zip got a piece of lead through the body and the arm, and went out of the saddle without time to say good-by. My hip19 was grazed twice, but it didn't amount to nothin'; I'm as good as ever. Grizzly29 lost a piece of his ear, but he bored the rustler13 through that done it, so that account was squared."
"Then father and Fred were not hurt?" gasped30 Jennie, clasping her hands and gazing inquiringly into the face of the messenger.
"Wal," he replied, with the same exasperating31 coolness he had shown after his first exclamation32, "I wish I could say that, but it ain't quite so good."
"What—what of my husband?" demanded Mrs. Whitney, stepping so close that she laid her hand on the knee of the sturdy horseman; "tell me quick; and what of Fred, my son?"
"Fred fought like a house afire; he killed one of the rustlers, but his horse was shot and Fred got it through the arm, which ended his power to do much fighting, but he laid down behind his hoss and kept it up like the trump33 he is."
"Then he isn't badly injured?"
"Bless your heart! of course not; he will be all right in a few days; his arm wants a little nursing, that's all. In the midst of the rumpus who should ride up but Mont Sterry, as he had heard the firing, and the way he sailed in was beautiful to behold34. It reminded me of the times down in Arizona when Geronimo made it so lively. He hadn't much chance to show what he could do, for the rustlers found they had bitten off more than they could chaw, and they skyugled after he had dropped one."
The wife and mother drew a sigh of relief, but the daughter was far from satisfied. A dreadful fear in her heart had not yet been quelled35.
Her quick perceptions noticed that Budd had said nothing more about her father than to mention the fact that he had been wounded. The mother, in her distress36 and anxiety, caught at a hope as an assurance which the daughter could not feel.
At the same time Jennie saw that, despite the apparent nonchalance37 of the messenger and his assumed gayety, he was stirred by some deep emotion.
"He is keeping back something, because he fears to tell it," was her correct conclusion.
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