The station house was extensive. It was a bunkhouse of lesser2 dimensions.
Jeff's eyes moved swiftly over the dim interior. The remoter corners of the place were shadowed. But the light was sufficient to yield him a view of four squalid bunks3 on which the many-hued blankets were tumbled. The walls bore signs of personal effort at decoration. There were photographs over each bunk1, tacked4 up and disfigured by flies. There were odd prints pasted on the rough log walls, the seams of which were more or less adequately filled with mud to keep the weather out.
There were two rough window openings, one in each side wall. The only entrance or exit was the door at the northern end, through which he had approached. At the other end, directly opposite this, an oil lamp was shedding its feeble rays through a well-smoked chimney glass. It was standing5 on a small improvised6 table which divided two bunks set on wooden trestles. The whole interior was perhaps thirty feet in length and twelve feet wide, a roomy, unkempt shanty7, which served its simple purpose as a shelter for men unused to any of the comforts of life.
The object which caught and held Jeff's instant attention was the figure of the man seated on the side of one of the bunks, beside the table on which the lamp stood. It was the figure of Sikkem Bruce, bearing no trace whatever of any mortal injury, and with a look of wide-eyed surprise upon his evil countenance8.
Jeff moved up the room. He approached without haste. His eyes were steady, and his expression one of tight-lipped determination. There was something coldly commanding in his attitude. His fair, bronzed features, keen, set, displayed no weakening. His body seemed poised9 ready for everything that could possibly happen. The latent power and vigor10 of his movements were tremendous. He carried no weapons of defense11 in view, and his dress was a simple loose jacket over a cotton shirt, and, for nether12 garments, a pair of loose riding breeches which terminated in soft leather top-boots.
Sikkem's eyes were on him the whole time. There was even some slight apprehension13 in them at the sight of that swift, voiceless approach. Jeff came to a halt before him, and it was the ranch14 hand who found speech most necessary.
"Say, I didn't guess you was gettin' around to-night, boss," he said with some show of ease.
"No?"
"I sure didn't."
Jeff's retort flashed out.
"Then what did you send that youngster in for with mouthful of durned lies?"
Sikkem stared. But his look was unconvincing. Moments passed before his reply came, and in those moments the keen eyes of his employer were busy. The man was still in the working kit15 of a cowpuncher. Even to the chapps, and the prairie hat crushed down on his ugly bullet head. Then, too, his pair of guns were still strapped16 about his waist. None of these things escaped Jeff, any more than did the fellow's clumsy regard. He wondered how much truth--if any--lay behind that mask of wicked eyes and brutish features.
"I'm waiting."
Jeff's demand came with a rasp. The man's delay in reply had conveyed all he wanted to know of the truth in him.
"Wot youngster? I tell you I didn't send no one in." There was truculence17 in the denial. "Wot's the lies?"
The ranchman was no match for the keen mind of his employer. In brute18 force he might have been more than his equal. But even that was doubtful. While he was speaking Jeff moved. Up to that moment he had been facing the foreman with his back turned toward the distant door. Now his movement placed him against the table with his back to the other empty bunk, and his focus took in not only the man before him, but the shadowy outline of the distant half-open door.
"It's the boy we took on the other day at--your recommendation. Your recommendation. Get me? Guess he came with the yarn19 you were shot to death. You'd located the rustlers' camp. You needed to see me quick." Jeff's words came swiftly. Then after a pause he added: "You didn't send him along? Who did?"
As Jeff watched the man's deliberate shake of the head he became aware of a muffled22 sound, somewhere away beyond the door. It was faint, but, to him, unmistakable. He gave no sign.
"Where are the other boys?" he demanded.
"Out on cattle guard."
The movement beyond the door again penetrated23 the silence of the hut. Now it was that the ranchman made his mistake. Only for an instant did he turn his head and eyes in the direction of the sound. But it was sufficient.
Jeff's voice rasped again.
"Stand up, darn you! Stand up!"
Sikkem's gaze came back abruptly24, and on the instant his right hand flew to his waist for his guns. But the muzzle25 of Jeff's revolver was within a foot of his head, and behind it his coldly shining eyes.
Sikkem's hand dropped from his waist. He stood up. The law of the gun was powerfully ingrained upon his mind.
"Loose those guns at your waist--quick! Let 'em drop on the bunk! Quick, or I'll pump you full of lead!"
The deadliness of Jeff's command was irresistible26. The power of that leveled gun indisputable. The buckle27 was loosened, and the weapons fell on the blankets behind the ranchman.
"Now push your hands up! Right up!"
The command was obeyed on the instant, but the look which accompanied the movement was as deadly as human passion could make it.
"Back away! Back to the far end! Sharp!"
Sikkem moved. But his movement was not rapid enough. Jeff urged him.
In the pause Jeff's straining ears caught again the sound of movement, and he wondered why development was not precipitated28. Perhaps---- But Sikkem had nearly reached the distant wall, and, at that instant, a whistle shrilled29 through the building.
Jeff knew he was trapped. But, with a wonderful sense of detachment, mind and body worked almost electrically. His revolver spat30 out its vicious report. For the fraction of a second he held the smoking lamp poised in his other hand. Then, like a shooting star, it flew through the adjacent window and fell extinguished amidst the crash of its own glass. It was at the complete fall of darkness that the door slammed closed, and half a dozen shots rang out through the building, followed by the "plonk" of the bullets embedding31 themselves in the solid logs immediately behind where the rancher had been standing.
But Jeff was no longer there. There had been a simultaneous clatter32 of falling bunk boards. There was the rustling33 of straw. Then a sound of scrambling34, and, after that, a dead silence. The darkness was complete except for the faint silhouette35 of the windows against the dim starlight beyond them.
Jeff had taken the big chance. What remained now must be met as circumstance permitted. The blood in him was fired. The savage36 delight of battle. He would sell the last breath in his body at the highest price he could make his enemies pay. He had walked into a trap laid by the rustlers, headed, perhaps, by Sikkem Bruce, with his eyes wide open, and some almost insane yearning37 made him glad.
Now he crouched38 down against the wall beside the table. He had flung up a barrier of straw palliasse before him. It was not as a protection against gun-fire, but to screen his movements should his opponents produce a light. Then, too, there was another thought in his mind.
The place became alive with sounds, voiceless, muffled sounds of cautious movement. It was the movement of men who know that death is lurking39 at every turn. Nor could they tell whence it was most likely to come. It was a moment of tense and straining nerves wherein the wit of one man had discounted the elaborate plan to murder of those whose indifference40 to death only shrank from the contemplation of their own.
Jeff's eyes strained against the darkness. The windows stood out in silhouette. From these he had no fear. He knew, and he knew that these ruffians would know, the dangers attending themselves from any attack upon him from such a direction. The advantage would be entirely41 his, since he had possessed42 himself of Sikkem's complete arsenal43. He knew it was for him to await the fire of these men, every shot of which would yield him a sure target.
A flash broke the blackness ahead of him. The bullet sank into the woodwork just above his head with a vicious splash. But he refrained from reply. Another crack split the silence, and the wall to the left of him flung back its response. Still he offered no reply.
His eyes were searching, searching. And a surge of excitement suddenly thrilled him.
Two shots came on the same instant. One slithered hotly in the flesh of his shoulder, but the other struck wide of him.
The wound gave him no concern. Every sense, every faculty44 was concentrated on one thought, on one object. A dim, fine-drawn but uneven45 line of shadowy light had grown out of the darkness to his now accustomed eyes. It was vague, so vague that it required the greatest concentration to detect. But he recognized it for what it was, and a savage delight possessed him as he observed that there were breaks in its continuity. The line was waist high, and lateral46, and he interpreted it to suit himself.
He raised his gun and took steady aim at one of the breaks. His shot was deliberate, careful, since the sight of his weapon, even the weapon itself, remained invisible in the dark. He fired, and dropped himself prone47 behind his barrier.
A bitter curse followed by a groan48 of pain was the answer to his shot. Then, where that break in the shadowy line of light had been, now the line was unbroken.
A fierce glee permeated49 him. The curse, the moan had been music to him. But it only required a second before he had the enemy's retort.
It came with a fusillade. And every shot seemed to find practically the same spot on the wall. He knew that the flash of his gun had been the target. He knew he had only escaped by a fraction of time.
His shoulder stung him. But his will, his savage yearning for the continuance of the fight, left him disregarding. There was more to come, and he knew it. Nor did he care how much. The blood was hot in his brain. No pain, nothing mattered. Again he searched along that lateral line of light.
He was reaching out far beyond his retreat. He had stealthily crawled to the left of the table. Again his weapon was raised against another break in that telltale line of light, this time at a point where the angle of the building must be. A moment passed while he judged his aim. It was by no means easy. Instinct was his only guide. That instinct which belongs to the man accustomed to the constant use of a revolver.
His shot rang out. Again came a cry, inarticulate, fierce. Then followed the sound of a falling body. Then he let loose a second shot. But even as it sped he had his answer. Four tongues of flame leaped out at him in the darkness, and four bullets smote50 viciously into the wood behind him.
His second shot had cost him a sharp penalty. The flesh of his forearm had been ripped by one of those four bullets and he felt the trickle51 of warm blood over the unscored flesh.
He crouched behind his barrier. The joy of battle for the highest stakes for which a man can play was undiminished in him. The wounds he had received left him all unconcerned. In the thrill of the moment he had no time for them. The desire to kill was strong, and he knew he could already count two victims.
But the general in him was foremost, even in the excitement of battle. The number of his opponents, their next move. These things concerned him seriously.
He searched the line of light with eager eyes. He listened to the sound of movement. These things were all he had to rely on, and on their accurate reading depended his chances of victory or defeat, with its certainty of swift death.
In two places there ware21 still definite breaks in the line. He knew he had accounted for two of the enemy. Originally a volley of six shots had come at him. There were two unaccounted for. Where were these? They were not standing.
He looked for no depths of subtlety52 in the methods of these men. He understood their ruffianism too well. Therefore the sound of movement that reached him suggested the obvious result of their first failure. It was the presage53 of an attack at close quarters.
He listened intently. The sounds were of shuffling54 bodies, moving uncertainly, possibly fearful of contact with obstruction55 which might betray them. And he calculated they were approaching low down along the side walls, thus hoping to offer the least target possible. If they reached him the chances would be all against him. They must not reach him. His decision was promptly56 taken.
He raised one of Sikkem's guns. It was heavy, and a sense of pleasure filled him as he felt the enormous bore of the muzzle with one finger. Stealthily he raised himself to his full height behind his barrier. He leveled his gun at a spot just below the right hand window, where the wall rose up out of the floor. There was no obstacle intervening.
A moment later the crack of the gun burst through the silence. Then, on the instant, he flung himself prone across the table. His answer came like lightning. Four shots. And three of them harmlessly tore their way into the bowels57 of the woodwork. The fourth had come from the direction in which he had aimed.
A fierce spasm58 of pain through his chest blinded him mentally and physically59 for the moment. But, by an almost superhuman effort, he recovered himself. He knew he was hit, and hit badly. Something seemed to have broken inside him, just under his left armpit.
He forced himself to an upright position and flung out his gun arm. His eyes were again on the line of light. A fury of recklessness was urging him. There were the breaks, and he blazed at each in turn, carefully, deliberately60. A moment later two shots came from the right and left of him, and he dropped down behind his barrier, but not before he had heard the death-cries of fierce blasphemy61 at the far end of the room.
He lay behind his shelter breathing hard and suffering an agony of physical pain. The sweat poured down his forehead. It seemed to him that everything was somehow receding62 from him, even the sense of his own danger. In these feelings he realized how near he was to defeat, and with all his will he set himself to conquer his weakness. A few moments passed. His pain eased. Then, with all the recklessness of the gambler, he prepared for his final throw.
He was certain he had accounted for four of the enemy. Four. He calculated there were still two remaining. He shifted his position, moving himself clear of his shelter. A hell of suffering was endured in the process, and the sweat poured out afresh upon his forehead. He gritted63 his teeth with superlative determination and flung back the dreadful faintness seeking to smother65 his powers.
He raised himself to a sitting posture66. He sought support from the wall behind him. Then, with unbroken nerve, he raised both Sikkem's guns, one in each hand. Without a tremor67 he held them, and his aim took in the two points at which he felt the remaining foe68 were advancing upon him. Oh, for one moment of light wherein to assure himself! But the thought passed as it came, followed by a wild, simple hope that one of his shots might find its billet.
He pressed the trigger in each hand. He fired rapidly. He fired until both guns were empty. Then he flung them to the ground with a clatter. For an instant he thrilled at the sound of a cry of pain, and the fierce accompanying blasphemy. Then he flung himself down and crawled to his retreat behind the palliasse, convinced that the cry was in the voice of Sikkem Bruce.
His sufferings were well-nigh unendurable. His very breathing caused him an exquisite69 pain. He even found himself wondering how much longer he could endure.
But his work was not yet finished. If he must die he would die fighting.
Now, blending with fresh sounds of movement along the side walls, another sound added its threat to the quiet of the room. It came from behind the straw palliasse. There was heavy breathing, almost gasping70. There was a distinct gritting71 of teeth. But there was also a sound of the effort which caused these things in the wounded man. There was a sharp ripping and tearing, the rustle20 of straw and--something else. The movements were hasty, desperately72 hasty. Movements which suggested the defender73's realization74 of the narrow limits of time before his powers would become completely exhausted75.
These things lasted a matter of seconds only. Then the threat broke. The quiet was shocked into desperate action. There was the shout of human voices. There was the rush and scramble76 of feet. Then, in the midst of the tumult77, a great tongue of flame leaped up from the heart of the straw palliasse.
Its fierce, ruddy light revealed the faces of two men leaping to the attack of the wounded defender. They were within a yard of their goal. But even as they were closing upon him they reeled back before the new terror whose dread64 was overwhelming even in face of their murderous lust78.
The flame shot up toward the roof. Jeff staggered to his feet bearing in his arms the blazing bundle. Higher he raised it. Higher and higher, till the devouring79 flame licked at the parched80 thatch81 of grass roof above. It caught in a second. The flames swept up along the rough rafters till they reached the pitch of the roof. In a moment great billows of smoke were rolling out of the dry crevices82.
Just for one instant, before the fog closed down upon the whole interior, Jeff beheld83 the result of his work. The men had fled toward the closed door, and, on the ground, against the far wall, he had a glimpse of five bodies lying crumpled84 up where his guns had laid them.
Suddenly a great shout reached him from without.
"Ho, Jeff! Ho, boy!"
Jeff's answer rang through the burning structure with all the power of his lungs.
For answer there was a crash on the woodwork outside. He waited for no more. With a wild rush through the blinding, choking fog of smoke he charged down the room. With all his might he flung the blazing palliasse from his scorched87 hands. He had no idea of the direction in which it went. His one desire now was to reach the door as it gave under the sledge-hammer attacks of the men outside.
He heard a crash and rending88 of woodwork. He could see nothing. He was incapable89 of further effort. The end had come all too soon. He staggered blindly, helplessly. His tottering90 limbs gave under him. Suffocation91 gripped him by the throat. He was conscious of the rush of a figure toward him. The sound of his name shrieked92 in a woman's voice. Then there were shots fired. He heard them. And it seemed there were many of them, and the sound was blurred93, and vague, and distant from his ears. He fell. He knew he fell. For hours it seemed to him he continued to fall in an abyss of blackness that was wholly horrifying94. It was a blackness peopled with hideous95 invisible shadows. So impenetrable was the inky void that even sound had no place in it.
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bunks
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shanty
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countenance
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vigor
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defense
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nether
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ranch
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kit
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strapped
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brute
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yarn
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buckle
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indifference
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smote
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suffocation
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