Monty had spent a lot of time during those three weeks in mulling over in his mind the peculiar4 chain of circumstances that had dragged Gary to Johnnywater. What bond it was that held him there, Monty would have given much to know. He was sure that Gary disliked the place, and that he hated to stay there alone. It seemed unreasonable5 that any normal young man would punish himself like that from sheer stubbornness; yet Gary would have had Monty believe that he was staying to spite Patricia.
Monty did not believe it. Gary had shown himself to be too intelligent, too level-headed and safely humorous in his viewpoints to harbor that peculiar form of egotism. Monty was shrewd enough to recognize the fact that “cutting off the nose to spite the face” is a sport indulged in only by weak natures who own an exaggerated ego6. Wherefore, Gary failed to convince him that he was of that type of individual.
At the same time, he could think of no other reason that could possibly hold a man like Gary Marshall at Johnnywater. Monty had a good memory for details. Certain trivial incidents he remembered vividly7: Gary’s stealthy approach around the corner of the cabin with the upraised pitchfork in his hands; Gary’s forced gayety afterwards, and the strained look in his eyes—the lines beside the mouth; Gary’s reluctance8 to speak of the uncanny, nameless something that clung to Johnnywater Cañon; the incomprehensible behavior of the spotted9 cat. And always Monty brought up short with a question which he asked himself but could not answer.
Why had Gary Marshall described Steven Carson—who had dropped from sight of mortal eyes five years and more ago?—why had Gary described Steve Carson and asked if that description fitted Waddell?
“Gary never saw Steve Carson—not when he was alive, anyway. He says the Indians never told him how Steve looked. I reckon he really thought Waddell was that kind uh lookin’ man. But how in thunder did he get the idea?” Monty frequently found himself mentally asking that question, but he never attempted to put an answer into words. He couldn’t. He didn’t know the answer.
So here he was, peering anxiously at the cabin squatted10 between the two great piñon trees in the grove11 and hoping that Gary was still all right. He had consciously put aside an incipient12 dread13 of James Blaine Hawkins and his possible vengefulness toward Gary. Monty told himself that there was no use in crossing that bridge until he came to it. He had come over for the express purpose of offering to take the Walking X cattle on shares and look after them with his own. He would manage somehow to take charge of the pigs and chickens as well. He decided15 that he could kill the pigs and pack the meat over on his horse. And he could carry the chickens on a pack horse in a couple of crates16. There would be nothing then to give Gary any excuse for staying.
Remembering how he had startled Gary before with calling, Monty did not dismount at the cabin. Instead, he rode close to the front window, leaned and peered in like an Indian; and finding the cabin empty, he went on through the grove to the corral. Jazz was there, standing17 hip-shot in a shady corner next the creek18, his head nodding jerkily while he dozed19. Monty’s horse whinnied a greeting and Jazz awoke with a start and came trotting21 across the corral to slide his nose over the top rail nearest them.
Monty rode on past the potato patch and the alfalfa meadow where a second crop was already growing apace. There was no sign of Gary, and Monty rode on to the very head of the cañon and back to the cabin.
A vague uneasiness seized Monty in spite of his efforts to throw it off. Gary should be somewhere in the cañon, since he would not leave it afoot, not while he had a horse doing nothing in the corral. Of course, if anything were wrong with Jazz——Monty turned and rode back to the corral, where he dismounted by the gate. He went in and walked up to Jazz, and examined him with the practiced palms of the expert horseman. He slapped Jazz on the rump and shooed him around the corral at a lope.
“There ain’t a thing in the world the matter with you,” he told the horse, after a watchful22 minute or two. Then he rolled a cigarette, lighted and smoked it while he waited and meditated23 upon the probable whereabouts of Gary.
He went out into the open and studied the steep bluff24 sides, foot by foot. The entire width of the cañon was no more than a long rifle-shot. If Gary were climbing anywhere along its sides, Monty would be able to see him. But there was no sign of movement anywhere, though he took half an hour for the examination.
He returned to the cabin, leaving his horse in the corral with saddle and bridle25 off and a forkful of hay under his eager nose. He shouted Gary’s name.
From high up on the bluff somewhere the Voice answered him mockingly, shouting again and again a monotonous27, eerie28 call. There was no other sound for a time, and Monty went into the cabin to see if he could find there some clue to Gary’s absence.
Little things bear a message plain as print to those dwellers29 of the wilderness30 who depend much upon their eyes and their ears. The cabin told Monty with absolute certainty that Gary had not planned an absence of more than a few hours at most. Nor had he left in any great haste. He had been gone, Monty judged, since breakfast. Of the cooked food set away in the cupboard, two pancakes lay on top of a plate containing three slices of fried bacon. To Monty that meant breakfast cleared away and no later meal prepared. He looked at his watch. He had taken an early start from Kawich, and it was now two o’clock.
He lifted the lid of the stove and reached in, feeling the ashes. There had been no fire since morning; he was sure of that. He stood in the middle of the room and studied the whole interior questioningly. Gary’s good clothes—which were not nearly so good as they had been when Monty first saw him—hung against the wall farthest from the stove, the coat neatly31 spread over a makeshift hanger32. Gary’s good hat was in the cupboard nailed to the wall. A corner of his suit case protruded33 from under the bunk34. Gary was in the rough clothes he had gleaned35 from Waddell’s leavings.
Monty could not find any canteen, but that told him nothing at all. He could not remember whether Waddell had canteens or not. The vague uneasiness which he had at first smothered36 under his natural optimism grew to a definite anxiety. He knew the ways of the desert. And he could think of no plausible37 reason why Gary should have left the cañon afoot.
He went out and began looking for tracks. The dry soil still held the imprint38 of automobile39 tires, but it was impossible to tell just how long ago they had been made. Several days, at least, he judged after a careful inspection40. He heard a noise in the bushes across the little creek and turned that way expectantly.
The spotted cat came out of the brush, jumped the tiny stream and approached him, meowing dolefully. Monty stood stock still, watching her advance. She came directly toward him, her tail drooping41 and waving nervously42 from side to side. She looked straight up into his face and yowled four or five times without stopping.
“Get out, damn yuh!” cried Monty and motioned threateningly with his foot. “Yuh can’t stand there and yowl at me—I got enough on my mind right now.”
The mottled cat ducked and started back to the creek, stopping now and then to look over her shoulder and yowl at Monty. Monty picked up a pebble43 and shied it after her. The cat gave a final squall and ran into a clump44 of bushes a few yards up-stream from where Monty had first seen her.
“That damned cat ain’t human!” Monty ejaculated uncomfortably. “That’s the way she yowled around when Steve Carson——” He lifted his shoulders impatiently at the thought.
After a minute or two spent in resisting the impulse, Monty yielded and started out to see where the cat had gone. Beyond the clump of bushes lay an open space along the bank of the creek. On the farther side he saw the mottled cat picking her way through weeds and small bushes, still going up the creek and yowling mournfully as she went. Monty walked slowly after her. He noticed, while he was crossing the open space, a man’s footprints going that way and another set coming back. The soil was too loose to hold a clear imprint, so that Monty could not tell whose tracks they were; though he believed them to have been made by Gary.
The cat looked back and yowled at Monty, then went on. At a point nearly opposite the potato patch the cat stopped near a bushy little juniper tree that stood by itself where the creek bank rounded up to a tiny knoll45. As Monty neared the spot the cat leaped behind the juniper and disappeared.
Monty went closer, stopped with a jerk and stood staring. He felt his knees quiver with a distinct tendency to buckle46 under him. The blood seeped47 slowly away from his face, leaving it sallow under the tan.
Monty was standing at the very edge of a narrow mound48 of earth that still bore the marks of a shovel49 where the mound had been smoothed and patted into symmetrical form. A grave, the length of a man.
Here again were the blurred50 footprints in the loose soil. Who had made them, what lay buried beneath that narrow ridge14 of heaped sand, Monty shrank from conjecturing51.
With an involuntary movement, of which Monty was wholly unconscious, his right hand went up to his hat brim. He stood there for a space without moving. Then he turned and almost ran to the corral. It was not until he reached to open the gate that Monty discovered his hat in his hand.
He was thinking swiftly now, holding his thoughts rigidly52 to the details of what he must do. The name Hawkins obtruded53 itself frequently upon his mind, but he pushed the thought of Hawkins from him. Beyond the details of his own part, which he knew he must play unfalteringly from now on, he would not think—he could not bear to think. He saddled Jazz, mounted and led his own horse down to the cabin. Working swiftly, he packed a few blankets, food for three days and his own refilled canteens upon the led horse.
Then with a last shrinking glance around the cañon walls, he mounted Jazz. He remembered then something that he must do, something that Gary would wish to have him do. He rode back to the stone pen and opened the gate so that the pigs could run free and look after themselves.
He remounted, then half-turned in the saddle and took up the slack in the lead rope, got the led horse straightened out behind him and kicked Jazz into a trot20. In his mental stress he loped the horses all the way down to the cañon’s mouth. And then, striking into the dim trail, he went racking away over the small ridges54 and into the hollows, heading straight for the road most likely to be traveled in this big, empty land; the road that stretched its long, long miles between Goldfield and Las Vegas.
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affluent
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peculiar
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unreasonable
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vividly
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dread
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dozed
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trot
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watchful
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hanger
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smothered
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automobile
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nervously
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pebble
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clump
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conjecturing
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