by Hal Dunning
CHAPTER XI
THE ATTACK
The interior of the fortress was lighted by three big ceiling lamps.The portholes by the door were shielded from the light by screens. Fourmen, each with two rifles, stood guard there. That door was the onlyentrance to the fortress. It was formidable in its metal-studded oak.The Lava Gang were convinced that, before the attackers could batter itdown, they could annihilate them by pouring a stream of lead throughthe portholes. They were supremely confident in their impregnableposition.
Three men sat at a table and faced Judge Ransom. The Yuma Kid, Baldy,and several other men lounged against a near-by wall. One of these worehis hat pulled down over his eyes and a handkerchief over his face. Hekept to the shadows and did not speak. The judge wondered why he wantedto conceal his identity.
The man in the center of the trio at the table laughed heavily, butthere was no mirth in his laughter; it sounded more like the snarl ofan animal than anything human.
"Judge, maybe I better explain, so you'll understand just how seriouswe are. Did you ever hear of Jean Napoleon? He was a direct descendantof the great Napoleon. He called himself _le Diable a Cheval_."
The judge had heard of him, and heard of his terrible cruelty. Henodded.
"Then let me start with myself. You have known me as Francisco Garcia.My real name is Francisco Napoleon. He was my father. The gentlemanhere on my right, you have known as Bill Anderson, is my brother,Richard Napoleon. On my left you have Mac Kennedy, otherwise CupidDart; he also is my brother--Thomas Napoleon. We have a fourth brother;can you guess who he is?" the big, toadlike man asked.
Puzzled, wondering, the judge shook his head.
"You sentenced him to be hung--Pete Cable." The Toad's face was mottledwith fury; his large, protruding eyes were bloodshot. The judgerecoiled from the hate he saw there.
"You understand now we are serious. We will go to any length to saveour brother and to avenge him," the Toad growled.
Bewildered by these revelations, the judge remained silent for amoment, but when he spoke his voice was steady.
"I have nothing more to say. Pete Cable was a murderer, tried andconvicted as such. To save my own life, I will certainly not turn himloose," he said quietly.
"Judge, be sensible. We will surely hang you, if you refuse, and thereare some things worse than death. Things that make a man want to die,make him beg for death," Bill Anderson said calmly.
The judge shuddered. Anderson's very calmness was far more terrifyingthan the Toad's animallike rage. He knew these men were not bluffing,and he had no hope that his friends outside would be able to save him.Yet never for a moment did he consider weakening. He would not turn abeast like Pete Cable loose on the world, in order to save his ownlife. He summoned his courage to face the ordeal and remained silent.
The three at the table waited, while the judge could hear his own heartpound. At last the Toad beckoned to two men leaning against the wall.
"Sam, suppose you show the judge what the Apaches do to prisoners.Don't hurt his right hand; he'll need that to sign a release. Starteasy, but show what you can do," the Toad said.
One of the men, with a pockmarked face, started around the table towardthe judge. In spite of himself the judge shivered, then he clenched hishands and waited for what was to come.
"_Dios!_" one of the guards at the door cried.
Every one swung about to face the door.
Outside there came a chorus of shrill cries, the thumping of horses'hoofs, and the rumbling of a loaded wagon running wild downhill. For afraction of a second the men at the table were still; they started torise, then----
Straight through the window there shot a figure. At first it looked tothe judge like some huge cat, for its eyes were flaming pools of fire.For an instant it seemed to remain suspended in the air. As it startedto fall toward the floor, jagged streams of fire leaped from two bigColts. One of the guards at the door cried out and toppled from hisplatform.
The hurtling figure struck the floor, somersaulted, and, with its gunsspitting fire, bounced to its feet. The Yuma Kid's guns came into playfirst, then Baldy's and Cupid Dart's. The room was filled with acontinuous bellow of hellish noise, clouds of acrid smoke, and streamsof fire. Then, above the boom of guns, came a grinding smash,overwhelming all the other noises by its volume.
Every man in the room now had his gun out, firing at that boundingfigure. Allen was in lightning action; he leaped by one man, spunabout, and used him for a shield. His guns empty, he snatched outanother pair from his holsters. The Yuma Kid fired at him. Flame fromthe gun burned his cheek, but the shot missed. As he ducked by the Kid,Allen fired in turn. The gunman stood for a moment with a startled lookon his face, took two or three tottering steps, and fell straightforward on his face.
_Smash! Smash!_
The heavy battering ram beat at the door. The thick oak splintered,hung by one hinge.
The room was full of smoke cut by lightning, and through it the judgesaw Allen leaping, ducking, and dodging. He was slower now; but alwaysred flame poured in continuous streams from his two guns.
Cupid Dart was down, sprawled across the table. The Toad, one handclutching his chest, was trying to bring his wavering gun on Allen.
Another crash, the door came down. Led by Sam Hogg, men poured into theroom. A few more shots, and it was over.
The judge had not moved from his position before the table. Scarcely aminute had passed since Allen came flying through the window. Yet deathhad struck on all hands.
"Yuh all right, judge?" Sam Hogg bawled hoarsely.
The judge was speechless. Tom Powers ran through the swirling smoke andthrew his arm around Ransom's shoulders. Slowly the dense, blue-whitefog melted away and revealed the wreckage.
The Yuma Kid lay dead, almost at the judge's feet. Cupid Dart wassprawled on the table, and even as the judge watched, his body fell ina heap to the floor. Baldy was dead against the wall. Three others laysprawled on the floor. The Toad was dying, breathing curses through thebloody froth on his lips. The rest of the outlaws were prisoners, theirfaces full of terror and their hands upraised.
The judge saw Jim-twin Allen leaning weakly against the farther wall.Each hand still held a Colt; smoke gently curled from the barrels. TomPowers sprang toward Allen, but before he reached him Snippets dodgedthrough the door and was by his side.
"Jim!"
"I done it!" he said, grinning at her.
One side of his face was burned black; a little trickle of blood ranfrom the corner of his mouth to stain his chin. He stood on one leg;the other hung limp and twisted.
"Ace Cutts--cover him--so the judge--won't--know," he whispered.
His guns slipped from his hands and fell to the floor. He smiled atSnippets.
Tom Powers caught him as he swayed forward. Sam Hogg pushed the sheriffaway, almost fiercely.
"Let me tend to him!" he cried.
After an examination he arose to his feet, and there were tears in hiseyes.
"He was hit six times--once through the chest, twice in the leg--andgot a rib smashed. The others don't count. But the little runt is goingto live!"
Two riders were sent to town for a doctor. With the first streak ofdawn Allen was carried in a litter across the border, where, five hourslater, the doctor confirmed Sam Hogg's opinion. Allen had a chance.
Later that day, when the Mexican soldiers arrived, they found six mendangling from beams in the adobe house, and seven others laid in a rowand covered with blankets. Anderson had been one of the unlucky ones todie at the end of a rope.
Tom Powers started a collection to pay a famous bonesetter to come fromSan Francisco and set Allen's leg, but Sam Hogg insisted on bearing theexpense himself.
"The little cuss aggravates yuh, 'cause he won't tell what he's doin',but I'm tellin' yuh he's a seven-eyed wonder for guts, so I'm payin' tohave his leg fixed," he explained.
Anderson's power being broken, the judge's drea
ms appeared destined tocome true.
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One night, six weeks after the battle, when the nurse entered Allen'sroom, she found him gone.
He and his grays had started on their return trip home--home to thatvalley of his in the Painted Desert.