Down the hills towards midnight Nat-u-ritch stole, an elf-like creature, with her clinking, beaded robe gleaming in the moonlight. Past the men's dwelling2 she went, and on to the cabin for a last sight of her sleeping boy. From his spying-ground Bill saw her, but made no effort to detain her. He knew that the arrival of Jim's kinsmen3 had caused a strange turmoil4 in his life, and made him forget that Bud Hardy5 might still prove a menace to him. So Bill kept his faithful vigil; but once fatigue6 caught him and he closed his tired eyes for a brief space. It was just the moment that Kid Clarke, the Sheriff's watcher, had been waiting for. Unobserved, he slipped away to follow the trail that Nat-u-ritch had taken when she fled from the house in the afternoon. Bud Hardy had cautioned him not to lose sight of the squaw, and to report to him in the early dawn at the cabin. Like Bill, he saw Nat-u-ritch make her way to the cabin and saw her return; then, as he felt secure that she was safely out of the way, he lay in the loft7 near the cabin and waited for Bud.
But Nat-u-ritch had not succeeded in seeing her child. As she peered into the windows of the cabin she saw a beautiful woman and another stranger seated near Jim. For a long time she watched him as he talked to the woman, who now and then went to the door of the room in which the child lay, and listened as though afraid that their voices might disturb the boy. The woman's presence became an added complication in the impending8 tragedy that engulfed9 Nat-u-ritch. She longed to creep into the room and kneel beside Jim, to beg to be allowed just to be near him; but she was afraid—afraid of the curious glances of the strangers. Intently she watched the woman and saw the look on Jim's face as he talked long and earnestly to her. How he had changed! She remembered him as the young, strong, handsome buck10 whom she had met at the bear-dance. For the first time she seemed to see the whitened hair, the tired, patient eyes, and the marks of sorrow on his face. Once she saw him lean forward and gently argue with the white woman. She dimly understood the difference between his attitude towards this woman of his own race and to her. Gradually a new pain was added to the hurt that tried her endurance; she could not explain it, but Jim had never looked at her like that. He treated her as he did little Hal, while he regarded the woman with him as his equal. She began to sob11 piteously, like a child who is suddenly asked to face something it cannot understand. It was useless to remain there longer. Back she hurried to the hills, more desolate12 than when she started to see her child. Through the long hours that followed she made no effort to reason or to control her emotions, but abandoned herself to her grief.
Just before daylight Tabywana crept silently along the road and hid behind the wagon13 that stood near the house. He had been following Bud Hardy, whose early visit to the cabin had aroused his suspicions. Although Jim had dismissed his advice yesterday, the Chief was determined14 to see him again as soon as daylight should come. He was impatient to disclose to Jim the fear that tormented15 him for Nat-u-ritch's safety. As he watched for the first faint streaks16 of dawn, from his hiding-place Tabywana saw Bud Hardy emerge from the men's quarters and steal towards the cabin. Bud tiptoed about the place, then crossed to the loft and gave three short whistles. Almost immediately Kid Clarke appeared and leaned out of the loft door.
"Well?" Bud called, as Clarke, dazed, rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"Nat-u-ritch has disappeared—her trail leads to the hills. Carston hasn't been to bed at all. He went away about half an hour ago."
Bud glanced quickly about the place. "No one in the room, then?"
Kid nodded.
"All right—come down," Bud said.
Kid disappeared from the aperture17 in the loft and Bud went softly into the house.
Silently the Chief slid down under the porch of the cabin. As Bud came out of the house he saw in the Sheriff's hand a small thirty-two-caliber revolver which he was smilingly examining. Before he could pocket the weapon Tabywana leaped upon him and clutched the hand that held the gun, but Bud, with a muttered imprecation, deftly18 threw the hand with the revolver over Tabywana's shoulder, but only to feel an iron fist beat his knuckles19. Involuntarily he loosened his hold and heard Bill's voice say:
"Put up your gun, Clarke."
Kid had reached there just at the end of the struggle, and had started to pull his revolver to assist Bud.
Holding the captured revolver in his hand, Bill said: "Why, what's the matter, boys? I don't allow no gun-play on this ranch—not while I'm foreman of it."
In the first faint light of the rising sun the three figures were like ghostly silhouettes20 against the gray background.
"I want that gun," Bud replied.
"How did you come by it?" Bill demanded.
Before Bud Hardy could speak, Tabywana grasped Bill by the arm and by pantomime indicated that Bud had crept into the house and stolen it.
Bill turned sternly to Bud. "What do you mean by sneakin' into other peoples' houses at night an' takin' their property? Why"—as he examined the revolver—-"this gun belongs to Nat-u-ritch."
Almost savagely22 Bud interposed: "Oh, it does, does it? You heard that, Clarke? Well, that's all I want to know."
Bill saw that Bud had gained evidence against the little woman. "Well, it ain't all I want to know. You'll have to show me, Bud—you'll have to show me why you're combinin' the trades of burglar an' sheriff." Then, with a change in his voice, he said, "Better sit down and we'll discuss this amicable23."
Bud seated himself near Clarke and Bill; Tabywana remained standing24 near them, eagerly trying to grasp all that was being said. Bud was not averse25 to taking Bill into his confidence. He felt that with Clarke as a witness to Bill's statement he had gained the essential point his case needed.
"You fellers have guyed me for years about Cash Hawkins's death, 'ain't you? Now it's my turn."
So Bud was going to try to make a sensational26 arrest through Bill, and thus win the county over to him and secure another election to the office of sheriff! Should he call Jim at once, Bill wondered. He determined to wait and see if Bud meant to declare his intentions.
"'YES, DIANA. MY BOY——MY SON'" See page 257
"'YES, DIANA. MY BOY——MY SON'" See page 257
"Ancient history that, Bud," he said, "Forgotten long ago."
But Bud answered, "Not by his friends and relatives about Jansen."
"Oh, they're still looking for somebody to scalp, eh? Better let sleeping dogs lie, Bud." Perhaps he could reason the Sheriff out of this scheme; perhaps convince him that it was not a profitable move on his part, and that he would in such case have the other party against him if he ever attempted to use these unfair means.
His thoughts were interrupted by Bud, who said, with a knowing look at Clarke, "You'll have to hand that gun over to me, Bill."
"Will I?"
Bud rose, and with a certain amount of assumed dignity said, "I demand it in my official capacity." As he moved towards Bill he felt Tabywana creeping behind him. Irritated, he turned and faced the Indian as he said, "Say, we 'ain't got to take Indians into our confidence, have we?"
Bill, who saw that he might accomplish more if left alone with Bud, said, kindly27: "Tabywana, get Baco up, will you? I want him."
Tabywana knew that he was dismissed, but he trusted Bill, so he only muttered a warning as he started to do his bidding.
"All right, I can take care of myself, Chief."
Then the Indian left him.
"Come on, Bud, I call you. You got to show me your hand."
"Well, if I want an election it's up to me to make good with Cash's outfit28, ain't it?"
"So you're due for a grandstand play, eh?" was Bill's comment. The way events were shaping themselves worried him. These rough-shod political aspirations30 often led men like Hardy to play to the gallery in order to win a high-handed election.
Bud went on, sure that Bill would see the reason of his adventure, "I have always had the bullet that killed Cash, and that's been the only clew I've ever had."
Dryly, Bill interrupted. "It hasn't led you very far, Bud."
But Bud did not notice Bill's remark. Impressively he said: "It was a thirty-two. Now no man in this country ever carried a toy like that. That's a woman's weapon." Then slowly pointing to the revolver in Bill's hand, he said, "That gun of Nat-u-ritch's is a thirty-two."
If this was all the evidence that Bud had, the case was not so serious after all, so, much relieved, Bill said, lightly: "Bud, you're a joke. Because Nat-u-ritch happens to own a thirty-two—"
Bud maliciously31 interposed: "Don't be in such a hurry. The last time I was over to Maverick32 I happens to ask Nick, the barkeep, for a light, and he lets me help myself from a squaw's beaded match-safe." Bud cautiously drew a tiny blue-and-green embroidered33 bag from his pocket. "'Hello,' says I. 'Where did you get that?' 'Oh,' says he, 'I've had that for years—ever since the day that Cash Hawkins was killed. Found it in front of the side door down there.' And I bought it of him then and there"—Bud looked straight into Bill's eyes as he finished—"cause I recognized it as one I had tried to buy of Nat-u-ritch."
But even this statement apparently34 did not startle Bill, who met Bud's glance squarely as he said, "And so you jump at the conclusion that—"
"Nat-u-ritch killed Cash Hawkins." Bud took him up. "There ain't a doubt about it. You see that thirty-two is minus just the shot which she done it with."
Bill paled a little. So Bud had noticed the missing bullet. He knew that since her marriage Nat-u-ritch had never carried the revolver. It had been put away on a shelf to be out of the child's way.
Bud reached his hand towards Bill. "I've shown you my hand fair and square—man to man—now I'll thank you for that gun."
But Bill, who caught sight of Jim coming through the corral, said, "That's up to Mr. Carston, and here he is."
Bud turned sharply. He would have preferred to meet Jim some other time, but it was too late to retreat now.
Bill went to Jim. "Hello," he said. He decided35 to blurt36 out the whole affair to Jim at once. He knew then that the squaw would be safe; the boss would see to that. "Mr. Carston," he began, "our amusin' little friend over there is a-contemplatin' of arrestin' Nat-u-ritch for the killin' of Cash Hawkins."
"Oh no; you must be joking," Jim said to Bud, too worn out to give vent29 to the anger that began to surge through him.
Bill was relieved at the light manner in which Jim seemed to take the news. "Well, that's what I thought, but he takes himself kind of serious."
Furiously came Bud's next words. "Anyway, I've got evidence to arrest her."
Showing the revolver to Jim, Bill contemptuously added, "And which said Sheriff steals out of the house of said trustin' and confidin' friend."
Jim stared in amazement37 at the revolver. Yes, it was Nat-u-ritch's. He had never looked at it since that day at Maverick when her hand had saved him from the cowardly attack of Cash Hawkins. He did not speak.
Bud moved closer to him. He pointed38 to Bill. "And which he said belonged to Nat-u-ritch." Triumphantly39 he pointed also to Clarke to indicate that he had him as a witness.
Jim motioned Bill to the house. "Put that revolver back where it belongs," he said, and Bill obeyed.
Bud darted40 forward as though to stop Bill. "I demand the custody41 of that myself, Mr. Carston."
"Let's understand each other, Sheriff." As he spoke42, Jim deliberately43 blocked Bud's way. "Nat-u-ritch is as innocent of wrong as a bird that flies. It wouldn't do to confine her in that dirty little jail in Jansen. It would be murder."
"You're a law-abiding citizen, Mr. Carston. You ain't agoin' to resist the law?"
But Jim stood firm in front of the cabin door. "There are cases, Sheriff, where justice is superior to the law, and the white man's court is a bad place for justice to the Indian. Fortunately for all of us, Nat-u-ritch has disappeared."
As Jim spoke, Bud realized that if the Indian woman were there Carston would not be so calm.
"But you couldn't arrest her, Sheriff—not while I live. Bill"—he turned to the foreman, who came out of the house—"I'm not in a mood to discuss this with Sheriff Hardy, and I don't want to violate the laws of hospitality. But just one word, Sheriff—you've eaten my bread, slept under my roof, and now you sneak21 into my house to get evidence against the mother of my boy." Jim hesitated, and then as he left them he quietly finished, "Bill, I think you'd better see the Sheriff safely on his way."
And Bud knew that for the time being he had lost his game.
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