“Aw,” said the other’n, “these Grizzly Claw yaps don’t do nothin’ but swill licker and gamble and think up swindles to work on sech strangers as is unlucky enough to wander in here. They don’t never go into the hills southwest of the village whar our cave is. Most of ’em don’t even know there’s a path past that big rock to the west.”
“Well, Bill,” said t’other’n, “we’ve done purty well, countin’ that job up in the Bear Creek country.”
At that I was wide awake and listening with both ears.
Bill laughed. “That was kind of funny, warn’t it, Jim?” says he.
“You ain’t never told me the particulars,” says Jim. “Did you have any trouble?”
“Well,” said Bill. “T’warn’t to say easy. That old Jeppard Grimes was a hard old nut. If all Injun fighters was like him, I feel plumb sorry for the Injuns.”
“If any of them Bear Creek devils ever catches you—” begun Jim.
Bill laughed again.
“Them hillbillies never strays more’n ten miles from Bear Creek,” says he. “I had the sculp and was gone before they knowed what was up. I’ve collected bounties for wolves and b’ars, but that’s the first time I ever got money for a human sculp!”
A icy chill run down my spine. Now I knowed what had happened to pore old Uncle Jeppard! Scalped! After all the Injun sculps he’d lifted! And them cold- blooded murderers could set there and talk about it like it was the ears of a coyote or a rabbit!
“I told him he’d had the use of that there sculp long enough,” Bill was saying. “A old cuss like him—”
I waited for no more. Everything was red around me. I didn’t stop for my boots, guns nor nothing. I was too crazy mad even to know sech things existed. I riz up from that bunk and put my head down and rammed that partition wall like a bull going through a rail fence.
The dried mud poured out of the chinks and some of the logs give way, and a howl went up from the other side.
“What’s that?” hollered one, and t’other’n yelled: “Lookout! It’s a b’ar!”
I drawed back and rammed the wall again. It caved inwards and I crashed headlong through it in a shower of dry mud and splinters, and somebody shot at me and missed. They was a lighted lantern setting on a hand-hewn table, and two men about six feet tall each that hollered and let bam at me with their six-shooters. But they was too dumbfounded to shoot straight. I gathered ’em to my bosom and we went backwards over the table, taking it and the lantern with us, and you ought to of heard them critters howl when the burning ile splashed down their necks.
It was a dirt floor so nothing caught on fire, and we was fighting in the dark, and they was hollering: “Help! Murder! We are bein’ ‘sassinated! Ow! Release go my ear!” And then one of ’em got his boot heel wedged in my mouth, and whilst I was twisting it out with one hand, the other’n tore out of his shirt which I was gripping with t’other hand, and run out the door. I had hold of the other feller’s foot and commenced trying to twist it off, when he wrenched his laig outa the boot, and took it on the run. When I started to foller him I fell over the table in the dark and got all tangled up in it.
I broke off a laig for a club and rushed to the door, and jest as I got to it a whole mob of folks come surging into the wagon-yard with torches and guns and dogs and a rope, and they hollered: “There he is, the murderer, the outlaw, the counterfeiter, the house-burner, the mule-killer!”
I seen the man that owned the mule, and the restaurant feller, and the bar-keep, and a lot of others. They come roaring and bellering up to the door, hollering: “Hang him! Hang him! String up the murderer!” And they begun shooting at me, so I fell amongst ’em with my table-laig and laid right and left till it busted. They was packed so clost together I laid out three or four at a lick, and they hollered something awful. The torches was all knocked down and trompled out except them which was held by fellers which danced around on the aidge of the mill, hollering: “Lay hold on him! Don’t be scairt of the big hillbilly! Shoot him! Knife him! Knock him in the head!” The dogs having more sense than the men, they all run off except one big mongrel that looked like a wolf, and he bit the mob often’ern he did me.
They was a lot of wild shooting and men hollering: “Oh, I’m shot! I’m kilt! I’m dyin’!” and some of them bullets burnt my hide they come so clost, and the flashes singed my eye-lashes, and somebody broke a knife agen my belt buckle. Then I seen the torches was all gone except one, and my club was broke, so I bust right through the mob, swinging right and left with my fists and stomping on them that tried to drag me down. I got clear of everybody except the man with the torch who was so excited he was jumping up and down trying to shoot me without cocking his gun. That blame dog was snapping at my heels, so I swung him by the tail and hit the man over the head with him. They went down in a heap and the torch went out, and the dog clamped onto the feller’s ear, and he let out a squall like a steam-whistle.
They was milling in the dark behind me, and I run straight to Cap’n Kidd’s stall and jumped on him bareback with nothing but a hackamore on him. Jest as the mob located where I went, we come storming out of the stall like a hurricane and knocked some of ’em galley-west and run over some more, and headed for the gate. Somebody shet the gate but Cap’n Kidd took it in his stride, and we was gone into the darkness before they knowed what hit ‘em.
Cap’n Kidd decided then was a good time to run away, like he usually does, so he taken to the hills and run through bushes and clumps of trees trying to scrape me off. When I finally pulled him up we was maybe a mile south of the village, with Cap’n Kidd no bridle nor saddle nor blanket, and me with no guns, knife, boots nor hat. And what was wuss, them devils which sculped Uncle Jeppard had got away from me, and I didn’t know where to look for ‘em.
I sot meditating whether to go back and fight the whole town of Grizzly Claw for my boots and guns, or what to do, when all to onst I remembered what Bill and Jim had said about a cave and a path running to it. I thought I bet them fellers will go back and get their hosses and pull out, jest like they was planning, and they had stuff in the cave, so that’s the place to look for ‘em. I hoped they hadn’t already got the stuff, whatever it was, and gone.
I knowed where that rock was, because I’d saw it when I come into town that afternoon — a big rock that jutted up above the trees about a mile to the west of Grizzly Claw. So I started out through the bresh, and before long I seen it looming up agen the stars, and I made straight for it. Sure enough, they was a narrer trail winding around the base and leading off to the southwest. I follered it, and when I’d went nearly a mile, I come to a steep mountainside, all clustered with bresh.
When I seen that I slipped off and led Cap’n Kidd off the trail and tied him back amongst the trees. Then I crope up to the cave which was purty well masked with bushes. I listened, but everything was dark and still, but all to onst, away down the trail, I heard a burst of shots, and what sounded like hosses running. Then everything was still again, and I quick ducked into the cave, and struck a match.
They was a narrer entrance that broadened out after a few feet, and the cave run straight like a tunnel for maybe thirty steps, about fifteen foot wide, and then it made a bend. After that it widened out and got purty big — about fifty feet wide, and I couldn’t tell how far back into the mountain it run. To the left the wall was very broken and notched with ledges, mighty nigh like stair-steps, and when the match went out, away up above me I seen some stars which meant that they was a cleft in the wall or roof away up on the mountain somewheres.
Before the match went out, I seen a lot of junk over in a corner covered up with a tarpaulin, and when I was fixing to strike another match I heard men coming up the trail outside. So I quick clumb up the broken wall and laid on a ledge about ten feet up and listened.
From the sounds as they arriv at the cave mouth, I knowed it was two men on foot, running hard and panting loud. They rushed into the cave and made the turn, and I heard ’em fumbling
around. Then a light flared up and I seen a lantern being lit and hung up on a spur of rock.
In the light I seen them two murderers, Bill and Jim, and they looked plumb dilapidated. Bill didn’t have no shirt on and the other’n was wearing jest one boot and limped. Bill didn’t have no gun in his belt neither, and both was mauled and bruised, and scratched, too, like they’d been running through briars.
“Look here,” said Jim, holding his head which had a welt on it which was likely made by my fist. “I ain’t sartain in my mind as to jest what all has happened. Somebody must of hit me with a club some time tonight, and things is happened too fast for my addled wits. Seems like we been fightin’ and runnin’ all night. Listen, was we settin’ in the wagon-yard shack talkin’ peaceable, and did a grizzly b’ar bust through the wall and nigh slaughter us?”
“That’s plumb correct,” said Bill. “Only it warn’t no b’ar. It was some kind of a human critter — maybe a escaped maneyack. We ought to of stopped for hosses—”
“I warn’t thinkin’ ‘bout no hosses,” broke in Jim. “When I found myself outside that shack my only thought was to kiver ground, and I done my best, considerin’ that I’d lost a boot, and that critter had nigh onhinged my hind laig. I’d lost you in the dark, so I made for the cave knowin’ you’d come there eventual, if you was still alive, and it seemed like I was forever gittin’ through the woods, crippled like I was. I hadn’t no more’n hit the path when you come up it on the run.”
“Well,” says Bill, “as I went over the wagon-yard wall a lot of people come whoopin’ through the gate, and I thought they was after us, but it must of been the feller we fit, because as I run I seen him layin’ into ’em right and left. After I’d got over my panic, I went back after our hosses, but I run right into a gang of men on hossback, and one of ’em was that derned feller which passed hisself off as a cowboy. I didn’t need no more. I taken out through the woods as hard as I could pelt, and they hollered, ‘There he goes!’ and hot-foot after me.”
“And was them the fellers I shot at back down the trail?” ast Jim.
“Yeah,” says Bill. “I thought I’d shooken ’em off, but jest as I seen you on the path, I heard hosses comin’ behind us, so I hollered to let ’em have it, and you did.”
“Well, I didn’t know who it was,” said Jim. “I tell you, my head’s buzzin’ like a circle-saw.”
“Well,” said Bill, “we stopped ’em and scattered ‘em. I dunno if you hit anybody in the dark, but they’ll be mighty keerful about comin’ up the trail. Let’s clear out.”
“On foot?” says Jim. “And me with jest one boot?”
“How else?” says Bill. “We’ll have to hoof it till we can steal us some cayuses. We’ll have to leave all this stuff here. We don’t dare go back to Grizzly Claw after our hosses. I told that derned cowboy would do to watch. He ain’t no cowpoke at all. He’s a blame detective.”
“What’s that?” broke in Jim.
“Hosses’ hoofs!” exclaimed Bill, turning pale. “Here, blow out that lantern! We’ll climb the ledges and git out through the cleft, and take out over the mountain whar they cain’t foller with hosses, and then—”
It was at that instant that I launched myself offa the ledge on top of ‘em. I landed with all my two hundred and ninety pounds square on jim’s shoulders and when he hit the ground under me he kind of spread out like a toad when you tromp on him. Bill give a scream of astonishment and tore off a hunk of rock about the size of a man’s head and lammed me over the ear with it as I riz. This irritated me, so I taken him by the neck, and also taken away a knife which he was trying to hamstring me with, and begun sweeping the floor with his carcass.
Presently I paused and kneeling on him, I strangled him till his tongue lolled out, whilst hammering his head fervently agen the rocky floor.
“You murderin’ devil!” I gritted betwixt my teeth. “Before I varnishes this here rock with yore brains, tell me why you taken my Uncle jeppard’s sculp!”
“Let up!” he gurgled, being purple in the face where he warn’t bloody. “They was a dude travellin’ through the country and collectin’ souvenirs, and he heard about that sculp and wanted it. He hired me to go git it for him.”
I was so shocked at that cold-bloodedness that I forgot what I was doing and choked Bill nigh to death before I remembered to ease up on him.
“Who was he?” I demanded. “Who is the skunk which hires old men murdered so’s he can colleck their sculps? My God, these Eastern dudes is wuss’n Apaches! Hurry up and tell me, so I can finish killin’ you.”
But he was unconscious; I’d squoze his neck too hard. I riz up and looked around for some water or whisky or something to bring him to so he could tell who hired him to sculp Uncle Jeppard, before I twisted his head off, which was my earnest intention of doing, when somebody said: “Han’s up!”
I whirled and there at the crook of the cave stood that there cowboy which had spied on me in Grizzly Claw, and ten other men. They all had their Winchesters p’inted at me, and the cowboy had a star on his buzum.
“Don’t move!” he said. “I’m a Federal detective, and I’m arrestin’ you for manufactorin’ counterfeit money!”
“What you mean?” I snarled, backing up to the wall.
“You know,” he said, kicking the tarpaulin off the junk in the corner. “Look here, men! All the stamps and dyes he used to make phoney coins and bills! All packed up, ready to light out. I been hangin’ around Grizzly Claw for days, knowin’ that whoever was passin’ this stuff made his, or their headquarters here somewheres. Today I spotted that dollar you give the barkeep, and I went pronto for my men which was camped back in the hills a few miles. I thought you was settled in the wagon-yard for the night, but it seems you give us the slip. Put the cuffs on him, men!”
“No, you don’t!” I snarled, bounding back. “Not till I’ve finished these devils on the floor — and maybe not then! I dunno what yo’re talkin’ about, but—”
“Here’s a couple of corpses!” hollered one of the men. “He’s kilt a couple of fellers!”
One of them stooped over Bill, but he had recovered his senses, and now he riz up on his elbows and give a howl. “Save me!” he bellered. “I confesses! I’m a counterfeiter, and so is Jim there on the floor! We surrenders, and you got to pertect us!”
“Yo’re the counterfeiters?” ejaculated the detective, took aback as it were. “Why, I was follerin’ this giant! I seen him pass fake money myself. We got to the wagon-yard awhile after he’d run off, but we seen him duck in the woods not far from there, and we been chasin’ him. He shot at us down the trail while ago—”
“That was us,” said Bill. “It was me you was chasin’. If he was passin’ fake stuff, he musta found it somewheres. I tell you, we’re the men you’re after, and you got to pertect us! I demands to be put in the strongest jail in this state, which even this here devil cain’t bust into!”
“And he ain’t no counterfeiter?” said the detective.
“He ain’t nothin’ but a man-eater,” said Bill. “Arrest us and take us outa his rech.”
“No!” I roared, clean beside myself. “They belongs to me! They sculped my uncle! Give ’em knives or guns or somethin’, and let us fight it out.”
“Cain’t do that,” said the detective. “They’re Federal prisoners. If you got any charge agen ‘em, they’ll have to be indicted in the proper form.”
His men hauled ’em up and handcuffed ’em and started to lead ’em out.
“Blast yore cussed souls!” I raved. “You low-down, mangy, egg-suckin’ coyotes! Does you mean to perteck a couple of dirty sculpers? I’ll—”
I started for ’em and they all p’inted their Winchesters at me.
“Keep back!” said the detective. “I’m grateful for you leadin’ us into this den, and layin’ out these criminals for us, but I don’t hanker after no battle in a cave with a human grizzly like you.”
Well, what could I do? If I’d had my guns, o
r even my knife, I’d of took a chance with the whole eleven men, officers or not, but even I can’t fight eleven .45-90’s with my bare hands. I stood speechless with rage whilst they filed out, and then I went for Cap’n Kidd in a kind of a daze. I felt wuss’n a hoss-thief. Them fellers would be put in the pen safe out of my rech, and Uncle Jeppard’s sculp was unavenged! It was awful. I felt like bawling.
Time I got my hoss back onto the trail, the posse with their prisoners was out of sight and hearing. I seen the only thing to do was to go back to Grizzly Claw and get my outfit, and then foller ’em and try to take their prisoners away from ’em some way.
Well, the wagon-yard was dark and still. The wounded had been carried away to have their injuries bandaged, and from the groaning that was still coming from the shacks and cabins along the street, the casualities had been plenteous. The citizens of Grizzly Claw must have been shook up something terrible, because they hadn’t even stole my guns and saddle and things yet; everything was in the cabin jest like I’d left ‘em.
I put on my boots, hat and belt, saddled and bridled Cap’n Kidd and sot out on the road I knowed the posse had took. But they had a long start on me, and when daylight come I hadn’t overtook ‘em, though I knowed they couldn’t be far ahead of me. But I did meet somebody else. It was Tunk Willoughby riding up the trail, and when he seen me he grinned all over his battered features.
“Hey, Breck!” he hailed me. “After you left I sot on that there log and thunk, and thunk, and I finally remembered what Jack Gordon told me, and I started out to find you again and tell you. It was this: he said to keep a close lookout for a feller from Grizzly Claw named Bill Croghan, because he’d gypped yore Uncle Jeppard in a deal.”
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