CHAPTER X.
DICK IN A DEATH-TRAP.
Deadwood Dick was again left alone.
A grim smile came over his face as he looked at the door that had justclosed.
"It is a bitter pill for him to swallow, this giving me a chance for mylife," he said to himself, "and I'll bet ten to one that I don't get iton the square."
The chances were that he would not.
"I was a fool, perhaps, to take the risk I did with the fellow, whenthe law was all on my side, but I took him so utterly by surprise thatit did not seem exactly fair. The trouble is, my heart is entirely toobig and too soft for the profession I am following."
It was not that; the trouble was, he was too honorable with thedesperate characters with whom he had to deal.
But, that was Deadwood Dick's way.
The day waned and night came on at last. Dick had been well fed, by theold negress, and he felt grateful toward her.
He had seen nothing more of the young woman, but had heard her singingat different times during the afternoon. He had no reason to look forany assistance from her.
In the evening she and Captain Joaquin sang together in the main room,and it was singing well worthy attention.
It caused Dick to sigh for a life so misspent.
Finally, after some time, the door of the room Dick was in opened, anda flood of light streamed in.
Captain Joaquin entered, and Susana came as far as the doorway, whereshe stood framed in the light, clad in a gown that made her appearbeautiful in the soft radiance.
"I suppose you are still here, eh?" said the outlaw.
He could not see at once, coming out of the lighted room.
"You might be sure of that," said Dick. "I would remain, even were Ifree, to listen to your singing."
"I have not come in for flattery nor praise, but to make sure that youare secure. Let me feel of those handcuffs before I retire for thenight. My men may not be here till morning."
"Here they are; feel to your satisfaction."
He did so.
"No getting out of them," he said. "You are as safely my prisoner as Iwas yours once to-day, if not more so, Deadwood Dick."
"You need not remind me of it," said Dick.
"Well, good-night. If the men come, I will call you up, for some deedsare more agreeable in the dark than in the daylight."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"I mean, if you should have the ill luck to draw a black."
"I understand you, I guess, captain. You will find me here when youwant me. I may be a little hard to awaken, but shake me hard and youwill bring me out of it."
"You will be awakened, never fear."
The outlaw withdrew and closed and secured the door, and after a timethe cabin was dark and silent.
A little longer, and Deadwood Dick rose silently to his feet.
Lifting his wrists to his face, he was occupied for some moments atsomething, and presently there was a faint click.
He removed the handcuffs from his wrists and put them into hisjacket pocket, and took a key from his mouth, where it had long beenconcealed, and put it into the pocket of his vest.
Taking care to make no sound, he moved to the window and carefullyworked the sash open to its widest extent.
That done, he put a chair under it and prepared to take leave.
He listened.
No sound was to be heard within.
Putting his head out he listened again, and all was silence the mostprofound.
Satisfied, he began to worm his body through the small opening, andpresently had succeeded in getting his head and shoulders through, withhis face upward.
Pausing a moment, he continued pressing through, and at last came asfar as his knees, holding fast to the lower sash with his hands thewhile.
In that position he stopped a moment to rest and listen.
Hearing nothing, he let go with his hands and swung down, hanging byhis legs, and his hands came in contact with the ground.
It was an easy thing, then, to let go with his legs and turn over andland upon his feet, and he did it with scarcely any more noise than acat would have made.
He was without his weapons, but he was free.
Knowing the direction he must take, he set forward immediately, takingthe greatest care that his steps were too light to be heard.
In a few moments he was out of hearing distance from the cabin, so faras his steps were concerned, and he then struck out at a rapid pace inthe direction of the gulch.
He was going straight to the treasure cache to secure the treasure,and would then put all the distance possible between himself and theoutlaws before daylight.
He could cache the money again, and in due time return with a posse andsecure it.
"There will be something of a surprise when they find that I am gone, Iimagine," he said to himself. "I would like to be there to see CaptainJoaquin's face at the moment."
Not as a prisoner, however. He knew he would have no chance whateverfor his life, or so, at any rate, he believed.
The night was dark, but there was enough light to see general outlines.
He pushed on, keeping to the trail as he remembered it, and he hadtaken good care to fix it well in his mind.
At length he came to the place where the duel was to have been foughtbut where he had been cut down by the bullet that had plowed the gashin his scalp.
Still on, and at last he came to the rough way that led to the top ofthe little peak on which the treasure had been cached, and here he hadthe hardest climb of all.
In daylight, it was not easy, but by night, and unfamiliar as he waswith the ground, it was doubly difficult.
But it was at last accomplished, after an hour's work.
He stood on the plateau.
Sitting down on the edge of the table to rest, before proceedingfurther, a sound presently reached his ears.
It caused him a start, and he was on his feet instantly.
Again he heard it, and knew that he was not mistaken this time; it wasvoices.
With all haste he turned to the boulder and applied his shoulder toit at the point where Captain Joaquin had put his strength to it somehours before.
At first it did not move, but remembering how the Red Rover had putforth all his strength by surging against it, Dick now did the same,and presently the boulder moved and finally turned over.
Lighting a match, Dick looked into the cavity, and there was the bag ofmoney exactly as it had been deposited.
He had it out in a second, and did not stop to replace the stone.
If he could get away from the top of the peak before discovered, hewould have a chance.
It would take Captain Joaquin some time to climb up to look for thetreasure, and while he was doing that Dick could be putting distancebetween himself and them.
What was the best of all, he would leave no trail that they couldfollow, having nothing but bare rock for his footing.
He readily imagined what had taken place at the cabin.
The men had come, and Captain Joaquin had entered the room to bring himforth and discovered him gone.
The first thought, naturally, would be for the money in the cache, andthe Red Rover would lead the way thither with all speed--the very thinghe was doing.
Moreover, they were even then nearer than Dick imagined, and justas he swung his legs over the edge of the plateau to begin thedescent, the light of torches flashed out of the gulch below and hispursuers discovered him. With a wild shout, they opened fire upon himimmediately.
Deadwood Dick was in a death-trap.
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