I returned to Box Springs at a slow jog trot1, thinking things over. Old Man Hooper's warning sobered, but did not act as a deterrent2 of my intention to continue with the adventure. But how? I could hardly storm the fort single handed and carry off the damsel in distress3. On the evidence I possessed4 I could not even get together a storming party. The cowboy is chivalrous5 enough, but human. He would not uprise spontaneously to the point of war on the mere6 statement of incarcerated7 beauty--especially as ill-treatment was not apparent. I would hardly last long enough to carry out the necessary proselyting campaign. It never occurred to me to doubt that Hooper would fulfill8 his threat of having me killed, or his ability to do so.
So when the men drifted in two by two at dusk, I said nothing of my real adventures, and answered their chaff9 in kind.
"He played the piano for me," I told them the literal truth, "and had me in to the parlour and dining room. He gave me a room to myself with a bed and sheets; and he rode out to his pasture gate with me to say good-bye," and thereby10 I was branded a delicious liar11.
"They took me into the bunk12 house and fed me, all right," said Windy Bill, "and fed my horse. And next morning that old Mexican Joe of his just nat'rally up and kicked me off the premises13."
"Wonder you didn't shoot him," I exclaimed.
"Oh, he didn't use his foot. But he sort of let me know that the place was unhealthy to visit more'n once. And somehow I seen he meant it; and I ain't never had no call to go back."
I mulled over the situation all day, and then could stand it no longer. On the dark of the evening I rode to within a couple of miles of Hooper's ranch14, tied my horse, and scouted15 carefully forward afoot. For one thing I wanted to find out whether the system of high transoms extended to all the rooms, including that in the left wing: for another I wanted to determine the "lay of the land" on that blank side of the house. I found my surmise16 correct as to the transoms. As to the blank side of the house, that looked down on a wide, green, moist patch and the irrigating17 ditch with its stunted18 willows19. Then painstakingly21 I went over every inch of the terrain22 about the ranch; and might just as well have investigated the external economy of a mud turtle. Realizing that nothing was to be gained in this manner, I withdrew to my strategic base where I rolled down and slept until daylight. Then I saddled and returned toward the ranch.
I had not ridden two miles, however, before in the boulder23-strewn wash of Arroyo24 Seco I met Jim Starr, one of our men.
"Look here," he said to me. "Jed sent me up to look at the Elder Springs, but my hoss has done cast a shoe. Cain't you ride up there?"
"I cannot," said I, promptly25. "I've been out all night and had no breakfast. But you can have my horse."
So we traded horses and separated, each our own way. They sent me out by Coyote Wells with two other men, and we did not get back until the following evening.
The ranch was buzzing with excitement. Jim Starr had not returned, although the ride to Elder Springs was only a two-hour affair. After a night had elapsed, and still he did not return, two men had been sent. They found him half way to Elder Springs with a bullet hole in his back. The bullet was that of a rifle. Being plainsmen they had done good detective work of its kind, and had determined--by the direction of the bullet's flight as evidenced by the wound--that it had been fired from a point above. The only point above was the low "rim26" that ran for miles down the Soda27 Springs Valley. It was of black lava28 and showed no tracks. The men, with a true sense of values, had contented29 themselves with covering Jim Starr with a blanket, and then had ridden the rim for some miles in both directions looking for a trail. None could be discovered. By this they deduced that the murder was not the result of chance encounter, but had been so carefully planned that no trace would be left of the murderer or murderers.
No theory could be imagined save the rather vague one of personal enmity. Jim Starr was comparatively a newcomer with us. Nobody knew anything much about him or his relations. Nobody questioned the only man who could have told anything; and that man did not volunteer to tell what he knew.
I refer to myself. The thing was sickeningly clear to me. Jim Starr had nothing to do with it. I was the man for whom that bullet from the rim had been intended. I was the unthinking, shortsighted fool who had done Jim Starr to his death. It had never occurred to me that my midnight reconnoitring would leave tracks, that Old Man Hooper's suspicious vigilance would even look for tracks. But given that vigilance, the rest followed plainly enough. A skillful trailer would have found his way to where I had mounted; he would have followed my horse to Arroyo Seco where I had met with Jim Starr. There he would have visualized30 a rider on a horse without one shoe coming as far as the Arroyo, meeting me, and returning whence he had come; and me at once turning off at right angles. His natural conclusion would be that a messenger had brought me orders and had returned. The fact that we had shifted mounts he could not have read, for the reason--as I only too distinctly remembered--that we had made the change in the boulder and rock stream bed which would show no clear traces.
The thought that poor Jim Starr, whom I had well liked, had been sacrificed for me, rendered my ride home with the convoy31 more deeply thoughtful than even the tragic32 circumstances warranted. We laid his body in the small office, pending33 Buck34 Johnson's return from town, and ate our belated meal in silence. Then we gathered around the corner fireplace in the bunk house, lit our smokes, and talked it over. Jed Parker joined us. Usually he sat with our owner in the office.
Hardly had we settled ourselves to discussion when the door opened and Buck Johnson came in. We had been so absorbed that no one had heard him ride up. He leaned his forearm against the doorway35 at the height of his head and surveyed the silenced group rather ironically.
"Lucky I'm not nervous and jumpy by nature," he observed. "I've seen dead men before. Still, next time you want to leave one in my office after dark, I wish you'd put a light with him, or tack36 up a sign, or even leave somebody to tell me about it. I'm sorry it's Starr and not that thoughtful old horned toad37 in the corner."
Jed looked foolish, but said nothing. Buck came in, closed the door, and took a chair square in front of the fireplace. The glow of the leaping flames was full upon him. His strong face and bulky figure were revealed, while the other men sat in half shadow. He at once took charge of the discussion.
"How was he killed?" he inquired, "bucked38 off?"
"Shot," replied Jed Parker.
Buck's eyebrows39 came together.
"Who?" he asked.
He was told the circumstances as far as they were known, but declined to listen to any of the various deductions40 and surmises41.
"Deliberate murder and not a chance quarrel," he concluded. "He wasn't even within hollering distance of that rim-rock. Anybody know anything about Starr?"
"He's been with us about five weeks," proffered42 Jed, as foreman. "Said he came from Texas."
"He was a Texican," corroborated43 one of the other men. "I rode with him considerable."
"What enemies did he have?" asked Buck.
But it developed that, as far as these men knew, Jim Starr had had no enemies. He was a quiet sort of a fellow. He had been to town once or twice. Of course he might have made an enemy, but it was not likely; he had always behaved himself. Somebody would have known of any trouble----
"Maybe somebody followed him from Texas."
"More likely the usual local work," Buck interrupted. "This man Starr ever met up with Old Man Hooper or Hooper's men?"
But here was another impasse44. Starr had been over on the Slick Rock ever since his arrival. I could have thrown some light on the matter, perhaps, but new thoughts were coming to me and I kept silence.
Shortly Buck Johnson went out. His departure loosened tongues, among them mine.
"I don't see why you stand for this old _hombre_ if he's as bad as you say," I broke in. "Why don't some of you brave young warriors45 just naturally pot him?"
And that started a new line of discussion that left me even more thoughtful than before. I knew these men intimately. There was not a coward among them. They had been tried and hardened and tempered in the fierceness of the desert. Any one of them would have twisted the tail of the devil himself; but they were off Old Man Hooper. They did not make that admission in so many words; far from it. And I valued my hide enough to refrain from pointing the fact. But that fact remained: they were off Old Man Hooper. Furthermore, by the time they had finished recounting in intimate detail some scores of anecdotes46 dealing47 with what happened when Old Man Hooper winked48 his wildcat eye, I began in spite of myself to share some of their sentiments. For no matter how flagrant the killing49, nor how certain morally the origin, never had the most brilliant nor the most painstaking20 effort been able to connect with the slayers nor their instigator50. He worked in the dark by hidden hands; but the death from the hands was as certain as the rattlesnake's. Certain of his victims, by luck or cleverness, seemed to have escaped sometimes as many as three or four attempts but in the end the old man's Killers51 got them.
A Jew drummer who had grossly insulted Hooper in the Lone52 Star Emporium had, on learning the enormity of his crime, fled to San Francisco. Three months later Soda Springs awoke to find pasted by an unknown hand on the window of the Emporium a newspaper account of that Jew drummer's taking off. The newspaper could offer no theory and merely recited the fact that the man suffered from a heavy-calibred bullet. But always the talk turned back at last to that crowning atrocity53, the Boomerang, with its windrows of little calves54, starved for water, lying against the fence.
"Yes," someone unexpectedly answered my first question at last, "someone could just naturally pot him easy enough. But I got a hunch55 that he couldn't get fur enough away to feel safe afterward56. The fellow with a hankering for a good _useful_ kind of suicide could get it right there. Any candidates? You-all been looking kinda mournful lately, Windy; s'pose you be the human benefactor57 and rid the world of this yere reptile58."
"Me?" said Windy with vast surprise, "me mournful? Why, I sing at my work like a little dicky bird. I'm so plumb59 cheerful bull frogs ain't in it. You ain't talking to me!"
But I wanted one more point of information before the conversation veered60.
"Does his daughter ever ride out?" I asked.
"Daughter?" they echoed in surprise.
"Or niece, or whoever she is," I supplemented impatiently.
"There's no woman there; not even a Mex," said one, and "Did you see any sign of any woman?" keenly from Windy Bill.
But I was not minded to be drawn61.
"Somebody told me about a daughter, or niece, or something," I said, vaguely62.
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