A few moments later he stood above the squaw, who crouched4 on the trader's doorstep, wailing5 her death song into the night. He could not check her; she paid no heed6 to him, but only rocked and moaned and chanted that strange, weird7 song which somehow gave strength to his fears.
"What's wrong; where is Necia? Where is she?" he demanded, and at last seized her roughly, facing her to the light, but Alluna only blinked owlishly at his lantern and shook her head.
"Gone away," she finally informed him, and began to weave again in her despair, but he held her fiercely.
"Where has she gone? When did she go?" He shook her to quicken her reply.
"I don' know. I don' know. Long time she's gone now." She trailed off into Indian words he could not comprehend, so he pushed past her into the house to see for himself, and without knocking flung Necia's door open and stepped into her chamber8. Before he had swept the unfamiliar9 room with his eyes he knew that she had indeed gone, and gone hurriedly, for the signs of disorder10 betrayed a reckless haste. Hanging across the back of a chair was what had once been the wondrous11 dress, Poleon's gift, now a damp and draggled ruin, and on the floor were two sodden12 satin slippers13 and a pair of wet silk stockings. He picked up the lace gown and saw that it was torn from shoulder to waist. What insanity14 had possessed15 the girl to rip her garment thus?
"She take her 'nother dress; the one I make las' summer," said Alluna, who had followed him in and stood staring as he stared.
"When did she go, Alluna? For God's sake, what does this mean?"
"I don' know! She come and she go, and I don' see her; mebbe three, four hour ago."
"Where's Gale? He'll know. He's gone after her, eh?"
The upward glow of the lantern heightened the young man's pallor, and again the squaw broke into her sad lament16.
"John Gale—he's gone away with the knife of my father. I am afraid—I am afraid."
Burrell forced himself to speak calmly; this was no time to let his wits stampede.
"How long ago?"
"Long time."
"Did he come back here just now?"
"No; he went to the jail-house, and he would not let me follow. He don' come back no more."
This was confusing, and Meade cried, angrily:
"Why didn't you give the alarm? Why didn't you come to me instead of yelling your lungs out around the house?"
"He told me to wait," she said, simply.
"Go find Poleon, quick."
"He told me to wait," she repeated, stoically, and Burrell knew he was powerless to move her. He saw the image of a great terror in the woman's face. The night suddenly became heavy with the hint of unspeakable things, and he grew fearful, suspecting now that Gale had told him but a part of his story, that all the time he knew Stark17's identity, and that his quarry18 was at hand, ready for the kill; or, if not, he had learned enough while standing19 behind that partition. Where was he now? Where was Necia? What part did she play in this? Stark's parting words struck Burrell again like a blow. This life-long feud20 was drawing swiftly to some tragic21 culmination22, and somewhere out in the darkness those two strong, hate-filled men were settling their scores. All at once a fear for the trader's life came upon the young man, and he realized that a great bond held them together. He could not think clearly, because of the dread23 thing that gripped him at thought of Necia. Was he to lose her, after all? He gave up trying to think, and fled for Stark's saloon, reasoning that where one was the other must be near, and there would surely be some word of Necia. He burst through the door; a quick glance over the place showed it empty of those he sought, but, spying Poleon Doret, he dragged him outside, inquiring breathlessly:
"Have you seen Gale?"
"Have you seen Stark? Has he been about?"
"There's the devil to pay. Those two have come together, and Necia is gone."
"Necia gone?" the Canadian jerked out. "Wat you mean by dat? Were she's gone to?"
"I don't know—nobody knows. God! I'm shaking like a leaf."
"Bah! She's feel purty bad! She's go out by herse'f. Dat's all right."
"I tell you something has happened to her; there's hell to pay. I found her clothes at the house torn to ribbons and all muddy and wet."
Poleon cried out at this.
"We've got to find her and Gale, and we haven't a minute to lose. I'm afraid we're too late as it is. I wish it was daylight. Damn the darkness, anyhow! It makes it ten times harder."
His incoherence alarmed his listener more than his words.
"Were have you look?"
"I've been to the house, but Alluna is crazy, and says Gale has gone to kill Stark, as near as I can make out. Both of them were at my quarters to-night, and I'm afraid the squaw is right."
"But w'ere is Necia?"
"We don't know; maybe Stark has got her."
The Frenchman cursed horribly. "Have you try hees cabane?"
"No."
Without answer the Frenchman darted25 away, and the Lieutenant26 sped after him through the deserted27 rows of log-houses.
"Be careful," panted Burrell. "Wait! Don't knock." He forced Poleon to pause. "Let's find out who's inside. Remember, we're working blind."
He gripped his companion's arm with fingers of steel, and together they crept up to the door, but even before they had gained it they heard a voice within. It was Stark's. The walls of the house were of moss-chinked logs that deadened every sound, but the door itself was of thin, whip-sawed pine boards with ample cracks at top and bottom, and, the room being of small dimensions, they heard plainly. The Lieutenant leaned forward, then with difficulty smothered29 an exclamation30, for he heard another voice now—the voice of John Gale. The words came to him muffled31 but distinct, and he raised his hand to knock, when, suddenly arrested, he seized Poleon and forced him to his knees, hissing32 into his ear:
"Listen! Listen! For God's sake, listen!"
For the first time in his tempestuous33 life Ben Stark lost the iron composure that had made his name a by-word in the West, and at sight of his bitterest enemy seated in the dark of his own house waiting for him he became an ordinary, nervous, frightened man faced by a great peril34. It was the utter unexpectedness of the thing that shook him, and before he could regain35 his balance Gale spoke36:
"I've come to settle, Bennett."
"I was up at the soldier's place just now and heard you. I didn't want any interruptions, so I came here where we can be alone." He paused, and, when Stark made no answer, continued, "Well, let's get at it." But still the other made no move. "You've had all the best of it for twenty years," Gale went on, in his level voice, "but to-night I get even. By God! I've lived for this."
"That shot in Lee's cabin?" recalled Stark, with the light of a new understanding. "You knew me then?"
"Yes."
Stark took a deep breath. "What a damned fool I've been!"
"Your devil's magic saved you that time, but it won't stop this." The trader rose slowly with the knife in his hand.
"You'll hang for this!" said the gambler, unsteadily, at which Gale's face blazed.
With an effort Stark began to assemble his wits as the trader continued:
"You saddled your dirty work on me, Ben Stark, and I've carried it for fifteen years; but to-night I put you out the way you put her out. An eye for an eye!"
"I didn't kill her," said the man.
"Don't lie. This isn't a grand jury. We're all alone."
"I didn't kill her."
"So? The yellow is showing up at last. I knew you were a coward, but I didn't think you'd be afraid to own it to yourself. That thing must have lived with you."
"I know it. A man who would strike a woman would kill her—if he had the nerve."
Stark had now mastered himself, and smiled.
"My hate worked better than I thought. Well, well, that made it hard for you, didn't it?" he chuckled41. "I supposed, of course, you knew—"
"Knew?" Gale's face showed emotion for the first time. "Knew what—?" His hands were quivering slightly.
"She killed herself."
"So help you God?"
"So help me God!"
There was a long pause.
"Why?"
"Say, it's kind of funny our standing here talking about that thing, isn't it? Well, if you want to know, I came home early that night—I guess you hadn't been gone two hours—and the surprise did it, more than anything else, I suppose—she hadn't prepared a story. I got suspicious, named you at random42, and hit the nail on the head. She broke down, thought I knew more than I did, and—and then there was hell to pay."
"Go on."
"I suppose I talked bad and made threats—I was crazy over you—till she must have thought I meant to kill her, but I didn't. No. I never was quite that bad. Anyhow, she did it herself."
Gale's face was like chalk, and his voice sounded thin and dry as he said:
"You beat her, that's why she did it."
Stark made no answer.
"The papers said the room showed a struggle."
When the other still kept silent, Gale insisted:
"Didn't you?"
"Well, I guess I had cause enough. No woman except her was ever untrue to me—wife or sweetheart."
"You didn't really think—?"
"Think hell! I thought so then, and I think so now. She denied it, but—"
"And you knew her so well, too. I guess you've had some bad nights yourself, Bennett, with that always on your mind—"
"I swore I'd have you—"
"—and so you put her blood on my head, and made me an outlaw44." After an instant: "Why did you tell me this, anyhow?"
"It's our last talk, and I wanted you to know how well my hate worked."
"Well, I guess that's all," said Gale. So far they had watched each other with unwavering, unblinking eyes, straining at the leash45 and taut46 in every nerve. Now, however, the trader's fingers tightened47 on the knife-handle, and his knuckles48 whitened with the grip, at which Stark's right hand swept to his waist, and simultaneously49 Gale lunged across the table. His blade nickered in the light, and a gun spoke, once—twice—again and again. A cry arose outside the cabin, then some heavy thing crashed in through the door, bringing light with it, for with his first leap Gale had carried the lamp and the table with him, and the two had clenched50 in the dark.
Burrell had waited an instant too long, for the men's voices had held so steady, their words had been so vital, that the finish found him unprepared, but, thrusting the lantern into Poleon's hand, he had backed off a pace and hurled51 himself at the door. He had learned the knack52 of bunching his weight in football days, and the barrier burst and splintered before him. He fell to his knees inside, and an instant later found himself wrestling for his life between two raging beasts. The Lieutenant knew Doret must have entered too, though he could not see him, for the lantern shed a sickly gloom over the chaos53. He was locked desperately54 with John Gale, who flung him about and handled him like a child, fighting like an old gray wolf, hoary55 with years and terrible in his rage. Burrell had never been so battered56 and harried57 and torn; only for the lantern's light Gale would doubtless have sheathed58 his weapon in his new assailant, but the more fiercely the trader struggled, the more tenaciously59 the soldier clung. As it was, Gale carried the Lieutenant with him and struck over his head at Stark.
Poleon had leaped into the room at Burrell's heels, to receive the impact of a heavy body hurled backward into his arms as if by some irresistible60 force. He seized it and tore it away from the thing that pressed after and bore down upon it with the ferocity of a wild beast. He saw Gale reach over the Lieutenant's head and swing his arm, saw the knife-blade bury itself in what he held, then saw it rip away, and felt a hot stream spurt61 into his face. So closely was the Canadian entangled62 with Stark that he fancied for an instant the weapon had wounded both of them for the trader had aimed at his enemy's neck where it joined the shoulder, but, hampered63 by the soldier, his blow went astray about four inches. Doret glimpsed Burrell rising from his knees, his arms about the trader's waist, and the next instant the combatants were dragged apart.
The Lieutenant wrenched64 the dripping blade from Gale's hand; it no longer gleamed, but was warm and slippery in his fingers. Poleon held Stark's gun, which was empty and smoking.
The fight had not lasted a minute, and yet what terrible havoc65 had been wrought66! The gambler was drenched67 with his own blood, which gushed68 from him, black in the yellow flicker69, and so plentifully70 that the Frenchman was befouled with it, while Gale, too, was horribly stained, but whether from his own or his enemy's veins71 it was hard to tell. The trader paid no heed to himself nor to the intruders, allowing Burrell to push him back against the wall, the breath wheezing72 in and out of his lungs, his eyes fastened on Stark.
"I got you, Bennett!" he cried, hoarsely73. "Your magic is no good." His teeth showed through his grizzled muzzle74 like the fangs75 of some wild animal.
Bennett, or Stark, as the others knew him, lunged about with his captor, trying to get at his enemy, and crying curses on them all, but he was like a child in Poleon's arms. Gradually he weakened, and suddenly resistance died out of him.
"Come away from here," the Lieutenant ordered Gale.
But the old man did not hear, and gathered himself as if to resume the battle with his bare hands, whereupon the soldier, finding himself shaking like a frightened child, and growing physically76 weak at what he saw, doubted his ability to prevent the encounter, and repeated his command.
Then Stark spoke intelligibly78 for the first time.
"Arrest him! You've got to believe what I told you now, Burrell." He poured forth79 a stream of unspeakable profanity, smitten80 by the bitter knowledge of his first and only defeat. "You'll hang, Gaylord! I'll see your neck stretched, damn your heart!" To Poleon he panted, excitedly: "I followed him for fifteen years, Doret. He killed my wife."
"Dat's damn lie!" said the Frenchman.
"No, it isn't. He's under indictment81 for it back in California. He shot her down in cold blood, then ran off with my kid. That's her he calls Necia. She's mine. Ain't I right, Lieutenant?"
At this final desperate effort to fix the crime upon his rival, Burrell turned on him with loathing82.
"It's no use, Stark. We heard you say she killed herself. We were standing outside the door, both of us, and got it from your own lips."
Until this moment the man had stood on his own feet, but now he began to sag83, seeing which, Poleon supported him to the bed, where he sank weakly, collapsing84 in every joint85 and muscle.
"It's a job," he snarled. "You put this up, you three, and came here to gang me." An unnatural86 shudder87 convulsed him as his wounds bit at him, and then he flared88 up viciously. "But I'll beat you all. I've got the girl! I've got her!"
"Necia!" cried Burrell, suddenly remembering, for this affray had driven all else from his mind.
Stark crouched on the edge of his bunk—a ghastly, gray, grinning thing! One weapon still remained to him, and he used it.
"Yes, I've got my daughter!"
"Where is she?" demanded the trader, hoarsely. "Where's my girl?"
The gambler chuckled; an agony seized him till he hiccoughed and strangled; then, as the spell passed, he laughed again.
"She's got you in her head, like the mother had, but I'll drive it out; I'll treat her like I did her—"
Gale uttered a terrible cry and moved upon him, but Burrell shouldered the trader aside, himself possessed by a cold fury that intensified89 his strength tenfold.
"Stop it, Gale! Let me attend to this. I'll make him tell!"
"Oh, will you?" mocked the girl's father.
"Where is she?"
"None of your damned business." Again he was seized with a paroxysm that left him shivering and his lips colorless. The blankets were soaked and soggy with blood, and his feet rested in a red pool.
"Ben Stark," said the tortured lover, "you're a sick man, and you'll be gone in half an hour at this rate. Won't you do one decent thing before you die?"
"Bah! I'm all right."
"I'll get you a doctor if you'll tell us where she is. If you don't—I'll—let you die. For God's sake, man, speak up!"
The wounded man strove to rise, but could not, then considered for a moment before he said:
"I sent her away."
"Where?"
"Up-river, on that freighter that left last night. She'll go out by Skagway, and I'll join her later, where I can have her to myself. She's forty miles up-river now, and getting farther every minute—oh, you can't catch her!"
The three men stared at one another blankly.
"Why did she go?" said Gale, dully.
"Because I told her who she was, and who you are; because she thinks you killed her mother; because she was glad to get away." Now that he was grown too weak to inflict90 violent pain, the man lied malevolently91, gloating over what he saw in the trader's face.
"Never mind, old man, I'll bring her back," said Burrell, and laid a comforting hand on Gale's shoulder, for the fact that she was safe, the fact of knowing something relieved him immensely; but Stark's next words plunged92 him into even blacker horror than the trader felt.
"You won't want her if you catch her. Runnion will see to that."
"Runnion!"
"Yes, I sent him with her."
"He's wanted her for a long time, so I told him to go ahead—"
None of them noticed Poleon Doret, who, upon this unnatural confession94, alone seemed to retain sufficient control to doubt and to reason. He was thinking hard, straightening out certain facts, and trying to square this horrible statement with things he had seen and heard to-night. All of a sudden he uttered a great cry, and bolted out into the darkness unheeded by Gale and Burrell, who stood dazed and distraught with a fear greater than that which was growing in Stark at sight of his wounds.
The gambler looked down at his injuries, opened and closed the fingers of his hand as if to see whether he still maintained control of them, then cried out at the two helpless men:
"Well, are you going to let me bleed to death?"
It brought the soldier out of his trance.
"Why—no, no! We'll get a doctor."
But Gale touched him on the shoulder and said:
"He's too weak to get out. Lock him in, and let him die in the dark."
Stark cursed affrightedly, for it is a terrible thing to bleed to death in the dark, and in spite of himself the Lieutenant wavered.
"I can't do that. I promised."
"He told that lie to my girl. He gave her to that hound," said the trader, but Burrell shoved him through the door.
"No! I can't do that." And then to the wounded man he said, "I'll get a doctor, but God have mercy on your soul." He could not trust himself to talk further with this creature, nor be near him any longer, for though he had a slight knowledge of surgery, he would sooner have touched a loathsome95 serpent than the flesh of this monstrous96 man.
He pushed Gale ahead of him, and the old man went like a driven beast, for his violence had wasted itself, and he was like a person under the spell of a strong drug. At the doctor's door Burrell stopped.
"I never thought to ask you," he said, wearily; "but you must be hurt? He must have wounded you?"
"I reckon he did—I don't know." Then the man's listless voice throbbed97 out achingly, as he cried in despair: "She believed him, boy! She believed his lies! That's what hurts." Something like a sob98 caught in his throat, and he staggered away under the weight of his great bereavement99.
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