CHAPTER V.
A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCES.
"Arrested!"
Matt staggered back and dropped on the edge of the bed.
"That's right! Don't it knock you slabsided? Clip! Think of it! I'vebeen on the blink ever since I heard it. Welcome was up early thismornin' and he saw 'em passin' the house, taking Clip to jail. Hoganand Leffingwell, two of McKibben's deputies, had him. And Hogan's armwas in a sling--he'd been shot."
"Not by Clip!" exclaimed Matt, horrified.
"No, but by Pima Pete, one of the Dangerfield gang who was with Clip.Pete got away; and Clip could have got away, too, only he didn'ttry. That ain't the worst of it, though!" Chub mopped his face witha handkerchief and began fanning himself with his hat. "Great hornedtoads, Matt, but things have been happenin' so fast I'm fair dazed with'em all."
"What else has happened, Chub?" demanded Matt, getting up and beginningto scramble into his clothes. "Go ahead. I'll listen while I'm gettingdressed."
"You remember what Josh Fresnay, that cowboy, told us," went on Chub,"while we had him on the car racin' away from those stampeding steers?He said he was going to town after ten thousand in gold to meet theFiddleback pay-roll."
"Yes," put in Matt, with a start, "I remember that."
"Well, Fresnay was robbed, last night. He started for the ranch aboutnine in the evening, and when he struck the hills, close to the placewhere we met the stampeded herd, somebody roped him from the roadsideand jerked him out of the saddle. He was pretty badly stunned, but hewas able to see that there were two who turned the trick. They lookedlike half-breeds, to him, although it was too dark to see anything veryplain. Before Fresnay could untangle the rope, the two robbers had cuthis bag of gold from the saddle and made off with it. Fresnay, as soonas he could corral his wits, started back to town. As luck would haveit, he met Hogan and Leffingwell, and told them what had happened.They all three started for the place where the robbery had been pulledoff, and ran smack into Clip and this Pima Pete; what's more, Clip waslugging a bag containing nine thousand dollars in gold, and Pete had abuckskin pouch with the other thousand. Now, what d'you think o' that!"
Matt was dumfounded. Towel in hand, he turned gaspingly from thewash-stand and stared at Chub.
But Matt knew what had happened. In spite of his advice, Clip had gonewith Pima Pete to Dangerfield's cache and dug up the money. Pete hadprobably needed the thousand to get away with. By an irony of fate,Dangerfield had buried $10,000 in gold--just the amount which had beenstolen from Fresnay.
"But it wasn't the same money!" declared Matt.
"Yes, it was--anyhow, it looks like it. All double eagles, Matt. Itwasn't the same bag, though--but _that_ don't count. Great guns! I'dnever have thought that of Clip. But blood tells, one way or another,and----"
"Don't you think it of him now, Chub!" cried Matt, scrubbing savagelyat his face with a towel. "There's not a dishonest hair in Clip's head.You know it and I know it. This thing can all be explained."
"Of course," said Chub, "it's hard to think Clip's a thief, but he's upagainst a hard lot of circumstances, and it's twenty-three for him, I'mafraid."
"It's all circumstantial evidence," growled Matt, "and that means adoubt on the face of it."
"And then to be caught with the goods----"
"It wasn't the 'goods.' Chub, Clip's a chum of yours and mine. Now'swhen he needs us, more than at any other time. You take it from me,Clip's innocent. We'll pull together and get him clear."
Matt's confidence aroused Chub's.
"But Clip was _disguised_, Matt," said Chub, more than willing to beconvinced; "how do you account for that?"
Matt knew how to account for it, all right, but he was not at libertyto tell Chub or any one else.
"That can be explained," said Matt quietly.
The shock of Chub's news had passed, and Matt's keen mind was now busywith the situation. Every circumstance Chub had mentioned was butanother coil about the unfortunate Clip. Matt blamed himself for notinsisting on going with Clip to meet Pima Pete. Had he gone, he knewhe could have kept Pete and Clip from going to Dangerfield's cache andgetting the gold. But for that fateful gold, a little figuring wouldhave let Clip out of the whole affair.
"You got all this from Welcome?" asked Matt.
"That's how," replied Chub. "Welcome came on in with Hogan andLeffingwell, and they told him all of it."
"Didn't Clip say anything?"
"You can search me. He was riding behind Leffingwell, handcuffed andtied to the horse. He looked all gloomed up, Perk said."
"Why shouldn't he?" demanded Matt. "Why did they let Pima Pete getaway?" he added angrily. "If they'd brought _him_ in, this whole thingcould have been straightened out."
"How? You seem to know something--put me wise, Matt."
"I can't tell you now, Chub, but maybe I may after I talk with Clip.Did the deputies tell Welcome how Pima Pete managed to escape?"
"They said he pulled a gun, fired, and jumped into the rocks at thetrailside. He dropped the pouch with the thousand, in his hurry. Hoganwas hurt, as I said, but Leffingwell drew a gun and would have droppedPima Pete if Clip hadn't knocked the gun aside. And that's anotherpoint against Clip. Jumpin' tarantulas!" and Chub shook his headominously. "I don't see how we're ever goin' to get Clip out of this,Matt. Even if he wasn't guilty, he acted that way right from the start."
"But he didn't try to run himself! Don't forget that, Chub. What timewere Clip and Pima Pete met up with by the deputies?"
"A little after ten last night."
"And they didn't bring Clip in till early this morning?"
"No. Hogan watched Clip, and Leffingwell chased after Pete. Leffingwellcouldn't use his horse--you know the lay of the ground out there besidethe trail--so Leffingwell had to do his huntin' on foot. He used upseveral hours, I guess, but Pete got away from him."
"There's another point, Chub," said Matt. "How could Hogan andLeffingwell tell the man was Pete, if it was dark?"
"Leffingwell knows Pete pretty well. You see, Leffingwell comes fromPrescott, an' that place used to be an old stamping-ground of thehalf-breed's. And then Leffingwell got close enough to Pete so he couldsee him. It was a clear night, and there was a good moon."
Matt knew, naturally, that Leffingwell had made no mistake.
"You say Clip's in jail?" inquired Matt, reaching for his cap.
"That's where they were taking him."
"Well, we'll get a permit from Mr. McKibben and go and have a talk withClip. I guess the sheriff will be in his office now, on account ofthis, so we'll slide for the court-house. Come on."
They descended the stairs quickly and let themselves out into the clearmorning air.
Would Clip still allow his pride to stand between himself and freedom?He had told Matt that he would die before he would let any one inPhoenix know that Pima Pete was a relative of his. Could Clip explainmatters satisfactorily by keeping his relationship with Pete in thebackground?
The sheriff was in his office, and with him were Hogan and Fresnay.Hogan's arm was hanging from his neck in a sling, and there was astrong smell of drugs in the room, proving that the arm had recentlybeen dressed by a surgeon. Fresnay also had a few bruises, caused byhis fall from the back of his horse.
On the sheriff's desk lay a dingy canvas bag and a greasy pouch ofbuckskin. There was a big pile of gold pieces stacked up by the canvasbag, and a smaller pile heaped up by the pouch.
"Hello, Matt!" called the sheriff, motioning both boys to chairs. "Ifelt pretty sure you'd show up. Tough luck, eh? But I was afraid ofsomething like this when I called on you last night."
"Clip's innocent, Mr. McKibben," asserted Matt stoutly. "You've made amistake, Fresnay," he added to the cowboy.
"Wisht I had, pard," answered Fresnay, "jest on yore account. Didn'tknow, till McKibben told me, that you was sich a great friend o'Clipperton's. But ye kain't dodge the facts, son."
"If you'd got a good look at the two who robbed you," went on Matt,"you'd hav
e known at once that one of them wasn't Clip."
"I was kinder dazed, but them thieves looked like the half-breed andClipperton. Anyways, we found 'em with the gold, an' that makes it adead open-an'-shut."
"Is it the same gold?"
"Double eagles. The payin'-teller at the bank'll tell you that's how Idrawed the pay-roll money. Allers git it that way."
"Is it the same bag?"
"Waal, no, but it 'u'd be plumb easy ter change bags."
"If your bag was a good one, why would a change be made to that otherone?" and Matt's eyes rested on the dingy canvas receptacle on thesheriff's desk.
"Give it up, pard. We got ter take things as we find 'em."
"I know, Matt," put in McKibben, "that you hate to think this of Clipeven more than I do, but we've got a clean case against the boy. In thefirst place, he was in the red roadster when Fresnay told all of youhe was coming to town after ten thousand in gold; then Clipperton getsinto a disguise and walks into the hills--_walks_, mind you, so no onewill guess who he is, which wouldn't have been hard if he'd taken themotor-cycle; and then he's bagged with the money and refuses to say aword about that note Pima Pete gave him, or how he came to be in thehills with the half-breed. It looks mighty bad for Clipperton, I cantell you that. I've sent for him, though, so as to have another talkwith him. Glad you came. Maybe you can get him to say something. Ah,here he is now."
Just at that moment the door opened and Clip came into the room. He washandcuffed, and Leffingwell had a hand through his arm.
Matt and Chub got up and stepped toward their chum.
"Cheer up, old chum!" said Matt, taking Clip's hand. "We know you'reinnocent, and we're going to prove it."
"You bet we are!" declared Chub.
Clip looked his gratitude, at the same time there was a restraininggleam in the eyes he turned on Matt.
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