Inspector1 Barker drummed on his desk.
"Bert, of the 3-bar-Y, has turned up, Priest tells me."
Sergeant2 Mahon managed to stifle3 outward evidence of the thrill that sent his blood tingling4. He did not reply. "Don't mangle5 your brains over it, Boy. You've been in the Police long enough to add two and two."
Still no reply.
"While you're digesting it, bite on this: Most of the horses Dutch Henry and Bilsy stole last fall are back in their owners' hands."
Mahon began to laugh happily. "I'll stake my life that every one Blue Pete stole--every one that's alive, anyway--is among them."
"You're coming along, Boy . . . but just a bit too fast. Try and take this standing6: Blue Pete never stole a horse after he left the Police!"
Mahon's brows met in surprise.
"No, I'm not crazy," grinned the Inspector. "I'm not even trying to delude7 myself. . . . And he never was such a friend of mine as you thought he was of yours."
Mahon controlled himself to formality. "I'll go out and find him, sir, if you say so, and let him tell his own story."
"You'll find him when it pleases him to be found."
"If you don't mind, sir, I'd like to get back to the Lodge8 right away. I feel as if I need ranchers and cowboys to remove the taste of that north country from my mouth."
A slow smile crept into the Inspector's face.
"I imagine it'll please him to be found--and by you," he said.
As the door was closing behind the Sergeant, the grey-haired man threw a parting word: "Take my advice, Boy, and don't do any adding till Blue Pete gives you the figures. If the addition's unpleasant then . . . wait till I add for you."
Mahon covered the thirty miles to the Police post at Medicine Lodge without a rest. A fever of uncertainty9 was consuming him. The Inspector's faith in the halfbreed made the whole uncanny affair a deeper mystery than ever. For eight months Blue Pete had been "on the run," and then had come the great sacrifice they had all believed--at least all but the Inspector--to be his death. During those eight months the Sergeant himself had traced northward10 the horses the halfbreed had stolen. He had actually caught Mira Stanton, Blue Pete's partner, in the act of rustling11.
Yet, insisted the Inspector, the halfbreed was not rustling. Mahon gave it up.
Ahead of him loomed12 the dark line of the beloved Hills, swelling13 as he cantered along. Over the yellow glare of the dead prairie grass his eyes rested on the deep green with the affection of a long-absent friend. There swept over him an irrepressible longing14 to dash into the cool shadows and feast his eyes on the maze15 of hill and dell, rocky height and grass-grown bottom, mirrored lake and whispering stream; to hear the leap of fish and the rustle16 of creeping things unseen, the cry of distant birds and the howl of prowling wolf. There he would be in touch with the spirit of his old friend, wherever he might be now.
Some day--he felt certain of it--he would grasp the hand of Blue Pete somewhere within the Hills.
Constable17 Priest was not at the post when he pushed open the barracks door. He was glad of that. Leaving a short note, he galloped18 off south-east toward the Hills. His horse, with memories of many a free run there, made straight for Windy Coulee, the familiar western entrance to the mysteries of the Cypress20 Hills.
Mahon did not direct. When the sloping trail leading up into the trees rose before him, he smiled. With Windy Coulee the halfbreed's memory was bound by a hundred incidents. There they had entered their first great adventure together; there they had dived into the shadows on the trail of many a rustler21. And there he had erected22 the rough stone that marked his grief when he thought Blue Pete had given his life for him.
Wrapped in the past, Mahon gave the horse his head.
At the top of the hollowed trail, just where the trees began, the horse came to a halt so suddenly that Mahon jerked against the pommel and lifted his eyes in surprise.
Not thirty yards ahead stood the granite23 column with its simple tribute, "Greater Love." But Mahon did not notice it. All he saw was a man slouched on its pedestal. He was smiling at him--a twisted, awkward smile of embarrassed affection.
Mahon's lips parted, but he could not speak. With unsteady hand he quieted the impatient horse--blinking incredulously. There were the high cheek bones, the bluish tinge--darker now--the pleading smile, the leather chaps and dirty Stetson and polka dot neckerchief and huge spurs, there the coarse brown hands hanging limply over the leather-clad knees. Two changes had come--one shoulder hung lower than its mate, and the stiff black hair was tidier. The first, he knew, was the result of the old wound; the last the outward token of a woman's care.
"Pete!"
The grin on the dusky face widened, the big hands rubbed each other in confusion. For several seconds they faced each other thus. Suddenly the half breed whistled twice, and out from the trees trotted25 an ugly little pinto. Its right ear turned forward for Mahon's familiar welcome, the left, struggling to follow, fell away grotesquely26 in its upper half. But the weirdly27 coloured blotches28 that made it a pinto were unlike any colour of living hide; and the pinto seemed to feel it.
"Whiskers ain't quite got back 'spectable yet, Boy," grinned Blue Pete. "I sure dosed her fer fair up thar among them bohunks, an' she's hangin' her head a bit. But she's the same ole gal19, ain't yuh, Whiskers?"
He whistled again. The pinto sank to the ground and lay as motionless as the rocks about.
"Ain't lost a trick, not a dang one. An' she knows yuh, Boy. Yuh ain't changed--not 's much as me. . . . But I'm sure the same old Blue Pete."
Mahon dug cruel spurs into his horse's sides. Throwing himself from the saddle, he seized the half-breed's hand and held it in both his own without a word. A great tear gathered on either eyelid30. Blue Pete laughed in shamefaced happiness and dropped his squinting31 eyes.
And the pinto tore to shreds32 the rule of a lifetime: she clambered to her feet without orders and reached up to nibble33 at the edge of Mahon's Stetson. The Sergeant threw an arm about her neck and pressed his face to the yellow blotch29 below the left eye. . . .
As the evening shadows from the Hills lay long across the prairie, and the birds chirped34 sleepily, Mahon stood up with a sigh.
"You'll have to come in to the barracks, Pete. I--I can't help it."
"Get goin'," grinned the halfbreed.
"I have no idea what's in store for you, Pete. The Inspector has a lot of faith in you."
Blue Pete studied him quizzically. "More'n you have?"
"I don't know. Oh, I don't understand."
A shadow of pain came into the halfbreed's face. "I wudn't try then," he said shortly. And Mahon remembered that the Inspector had advised the same.
When they had been riding a long time the half-breed spoke wistfully. "I wasn't rustlin', Boy. All I did was to take from Duchy and Bilsy some o' the horses they rustled36. If I hadn't, yuh wudn't 'a' seed 'em ever again. I've got 'em all back--all I took from them. . . . An' I ain't chargin' nothin' fer it neither."
Mahon thought it all out laboriously37.
"But you stole them again from Torrance."
"Sure! Torrance knowed they was stole. He wudn't 'a got any other kind fer ten bucks38. Yuh don't call that rustlin'?"
Mahon smiled--the halfbreed's code was so simple.
"Tell it to the Inspector like that," he pleaded.
"Sure I will! An' I know dang well he'll see."
Inspector Barker lifted frowning eyes to the opening door. Stiff, waiting for permission to enter, Sergeant Mahon stood looking at him from the hall. A brown hand reached forward from behind and pushed him aside. And there was the grinning face of the half-breed.
The Inspector cleared his throat huskily. The proper thing, he knew, was to look severe, but the lines wouldn't form in the right places. Hungrily the halfbreed's eyes roamed to the tobacco pouch39 spilled on the blotter; the old corncob pipe was fumbling40 expectantly in his big fist.
He swung fiercely on the Sergeant.
"Get out!" he snapped; and slammed the door in his face.
The End
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