the man of the forest-第59部分

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to　send　some　of　his　men　out　to　hunt　us。　　For　Pine　an'　Show
Down　won't　stand　thet　long。　　There's　them　Mormons。　　They'll　be
hell　when　they　wake　up。　　Suppose　Carmichael　got　thet　hunter
Dale　an'　them　hawk…eyed　Beemans　on　our　trail？〃

〃Wal；　we'd　cash　in　　quick；〃　replied　Anson；　gruffly。

〃Then　why　didn't　you　let　me　take　the　gurl　back　home？〃

〃Wal；　come　to　think　of　thet；　Jim；　I'm　sore；　an'　I　need　money
　an'　I　knowed　you'd　never　take　a　dollar　from　her　sister。
An'　I've　made　up　my　mind　to　git　somethin'　out　of　her。〃

〃Snake；　you're　no　fool。　　How　'll　you　do　thet　same　an'　do　it
quick？〃

〃'Ain't　reckoned　it　out　yet。〃

〃Wal；　you　got　aboot　to…morrer　an'　thet's　all；〃　returned
Wilson；　gloomily。

〃Jim；　what's　ailin'　you？〃

〃I'll　let　you　figger　thet　out。〃

〃Wal；　somethin'　ails　the　whole　gang；〃　declared　Anson；
savagely。　　〃With　them　it's　nothin'　to　eat　　no　whisky　　no
money　to　bet　with　　no　tobacco！。　。　。　　But　thet's　not　what's
ailin'　you；　Jim　Wilson；　nor　me！〃

〃Wal；　what　is；　then？〃　queried　Wilson。

〃With　me　it's　a　strange　feelin'　thet　my　day's　over　on　these
ranges。　　I　can't　explain；　but　it　jest　feels　so。　　Somethin'　in
the　air。　　I　don't　like　them　dark　shadows　out　there　under　the
spruces。　　Savvy？　　。　。　。　　An'　as　fer　you；　Jim　　wal；　you　allus
was　half　decent；　an'　my　gang's　got　too　lowdown　fer　you。〃

〃Snake；　did　I　ever　fail　you？〃

〃No；　you　never　did。　　You're　the　best　pard　I　ever　knowed。　　In
the　years　we've　rustled　together　we　never　had　a　contrary
word　till　I　let　Beasley　fill　my　ears　with　his　promises。
Thet's　my　fault。　　But；　Jim；　it's　too　late。〃

〃It　mightn't　have　been　too　late　yesterday。〃

〃Mebbe　not。　　But　it　is　now；　an'　I'll　hang　on　to　the　girl　or
git　her　worth　in　gold；〃　declared　the　outlaw；　grimly。

〃Snake；　I've　seen　stronger　gangs　than　yours　come　an'　go。
Them　Big　Bend　gangs　in　my　country　　them　rustlers　　they
were　all　bad　men。　　You　have　no　likes　of　them　gangs　out　heah。
If　they　didn't　get　wiped　out　by　Rangers　or　cowboys；　why　they
jest　naturally　wiped　out　themselves。　　Thet's　a　law　I
recognize　in　relation　to　gangs　like　them。　　An'　as　for　yours
　why；　Anson；　it　wouldn't　hold　water　against　one　real
gun…slinger。〃

〃A…huh'　Then　if　we　ran　up　ag'in'　Carmichael　or　some　such
fellar　　would　you　be　suckin'　your　finger　like　a　baby？〃

〃Wal；　I　wasn't　takin'　count　of　myself。　　I　was　takin'
generalities。〃

〃Aw；　what　'n　hell　are　them？〃　asked　Anson；　disgustedly。　　Jim；
I　know　as　well　as　you　thet　this　hyar　gang　is　hard　put。　　We're
goin'　to　be　trailed　an'　chased。　　We've　got　to　hide　　be　on
the　go　all　the　time　　here　an'　there　　all　over；　in　the
roughest　woods。　　An'　wait　our　chance　to　work　south。〃

〃Shore。　　But；　Snake；　you　ain't　takin'　no　count　of　the
feelin's　of　the　men　　an'　of　mine　an'　yours。　。　。　。　　I'll　bet
you　my　hoss　thet　in　a　day　or　so　this　gang　will　go　to
pieces。〃

〃I'm　feared　you　spoke　what's　been　crowdin'　to　git　in　my
mind；〃　replied　Anson。　　Then　he　threw　up　his　hands　in　a
strange　gesture　of　resignation。　　The　outlaw　was　brave；　but
all　men　of　the　wilds　recognized　a　force　stronger　than
themselves。　　He　sat　there　resembling　a　brooding　snake　with
basilisk　eyes　upon　the　fire。　　At　length　he　arose；　and　without
another　word　to　his　comrade　he　walked　wearily　to　where　lay
the　dark；　quiet　forms　of　the　sleepers。

Jim　Wilson　remained　beside　the　flickering　fire。　　He　was
reading　something　in　the　red　embers；　perhaps　the　past。
Shadows　were　on　his　face；　not　all　from　the　fading　flames　or
the　towering　spruces。　　Ever　and　anon　he　raised　his　head　to
listen；　not　apparently　that　he　expected　any　unusual　sound；
but　as　if　involuntarily。　　Indeed；　as　Anson　had　said；　there
was　something　nameless　in　the　air。　　The　black　forest　breathed
heavily；　in　fitful　moans　of　wind。　　It　had　its　secrets。　　The
glances　Wilson　threw　on　all　sides　betrayed　that　any　hunted
man　did　not　love　the　dark　night；　though　it　hid　him。　　Wilson
seemed　fascinated　by　the　life　inclosed　there　by　the　black
circle　of　spruce。　　He　might　have　been　reflecting　on　the
strange　reaction　happening　to　every　man　in　that　group；　since
a　girl　had　been　brought　among　them。　　Nothing　was　clear；
however；　the　forest　kept　its　secret；　as　did　the　melancholy
wind；　the　outlaws　were　sleeping　like　tired　beasts；　with
their　dark　secrets　locked　in　their　hearts。

After　a　while　Wilson　put　some　sticks　on　the　red　embers；　then
pulled　the　end　of　a　log　over　them。　　A　blaze　sputtered　up；
changing　the　dark　circle　and　showing　the　sleepers　with　their
set；　shadowed　faces　upturned。　　Wilson　gazed　on　all　of　them；　a
sardonic　smile　on　his　lips；　and　then　his　look　fixed　upon　the
sleeper　apart　from　the　others　　Riggs。　　It　might　have　been
the　false　light　of　flame　and　shadow　that　created　Wilson's
expression　of　dark　and　terrible　hate。　　Or　it　might　have　been
the　truth；　expressed　in　that　lonely；　unguarded　hour；　from
the　depths　of　a　man　born　in　the　South　　a　man　who　by　his
inheritance　of　race　had　reverence　for　all　womanhood　　by
whose　strange；　wild；　outlawed　bloody　life　of　a　gun…fighter
he　must　hate　with　the　deadliest　hate　this　type　that　aped　and
mocked　his　fame。

It　was　a　long　gaze　Wilson　rested　upon　Riggs　　as　strange
and　secretive　as　the　forest　wind　moaning　down　the　great
aisles　　and　when　that　dark　gaze　was　withdrawn　Wilson
stalked　away　to　make　his　bed　with　the　stride　of　one　ill　whom
spirit　had　liberated　force。

He　laid　his　saddle　in　front　of　the　spruce　shelter　where　the
girl　had　entered；　and　his　tarpaulin　and　blankets　likewise
and　then　wearily　stretched　his　long　length　to　rest。

The　camp…fire　blazed　up；　showing　the　exquisite　green。　　and
brown…flecked　festooning　of　the　spruce　branches；　symmetrical
and　perfect；　yet　so　irregular；　and　then　it　burned　out　and
died　down；　leaving　all　in　the　dim　gray　starlight。　　The　horses
were　not　moving　around；　the　moan　of　night　wind　had　grown
fainter；　the　low　hum　of　insects；　was　dying　away；　even　the
tinkle　of　the　brook　had　diminished。　　And　that　growth　toward
absolute　silence　continued；　yet　absolute　silence　was　never
attained。　　Life　abided　in　the　forest；　only　it　had　changed　its
form　for　the　dark　hours。


Anson's　gang　did　not　bestir　themselves　at　the　usual　early
sunrise　hour　common　to　all　woodsmen；　hunters；　or　outlaws；　to
whom　the　break　of　day　was　welcome。　　These　companions　　Anson
and　Riggs　included　　might　have　hated　to　see　the　dawn　come。
It　meant　only　another　meager　meal；　then　the　weary　packing
and　the　long；　long　ride　to　nowhere　in　particular；　and
another　meager　meal　　all　toiled　for　without　even　the
necessities　of　satisfactory　living；　and　assuredly　without
the　thrilling　hopes　that　made　their　life　significant；　and
certainly　with　a　growing　sense　of　approaching　calamity。

The　outlaw　leader　rose　surly　and　cross…grained。　　He　had　to
boot　Burt　to　drive　him　out　for　the　horses。　　Riggs　followed
him。　　Shady　Jones　did　nothing　except　grumble。　　Wilson；　by
common　consent；　always　made　the　sour…dough　bread；　and　he　was
slow　about　it　this　morning。　　Anson　and　Moze　did　the　rest　of
the　work；　without　alacrity。　　The　girl　did　not　appear。

〃Is　she　dead？〃　growled　Anson。

〃No；　she　ain't；〃　replied　Wilson；　looking　up。　　〃She's
sleepin'。　　Let　her　sleep。　　She'd　shore　be　a　sight　better　off
if　she　was　daid。〃

〃A…huh！　　So　would　all　of　this　hyar　outfit；〃　was　Anson's
response。

〃Wal；　Sna…ake；　I　shore　reckon　we'll　all　be　thet　there　soon；〃
drawled　Wilson；　in　his　familiar　cool　and　irritating　tone
that　said　so　much　more　than　the　content　of　the　words。

Anson　did　not　address　the　Texas　member　of　his　party　again。

Burt　rode　bareback　into　camp；　driving　half　the　number　of　the
horses；　Riggs　followed　shortly　with　several　more。　　But　three
were　missed；　one　of　them　being　Anson's　favorite。　　He　would
not　have　budged　without　that　horse。　　During　breakfast　he
growled　about　his　lazy　men；　and　after　the　meal　tried　to　urge
them　off。　　Riggs　went　unwillingly。　　Burt　refused　to　go　at　all。

〃Nix。　　I　footed　them　hills　all　I'm　a…goin'　to；〃　he　said。　　〃An'
from　now　on　I　rustle　my　own　hoss。〃

The　leader　glared　his　reception　of　this　opposition。　　Perhaps
his　sense　of　fairness　actuated　him　once　more；　for　he　ordered
Shady　and　Moze　out　to　do　their　share。

〃Jim；　you're　the　best　tracker　in　this　outfit。　　Suppose　you
go；〃　suggested　Anson。　　〃You　allus　used　to　be　the　first　one
off。〃

〃Times　has　changed；　Snake；〃　was　the　imperturbable　reply。

〃Wal；　won't　you　go？〃　demanded　the　leader；　impatiently。

〃I　shore　won't。〃

Wilson　did　not　look　or　intimate　in　any　way　that　he　would　not
leave　the　girl　in　camp　with　one　or　any　or　all　of　Anson's
gang；　but　the　truth　was　as　significant　as　if　he　had　shouted
it。　　The　slow…thinking　Moze　gave　Wilson　a　sinister　look。

〃Boss；　ain't　it　funny　how　a　pretty　wench　？〃　began　Shady
Jones；　sarcastically。

〃Shut　up；　you　fool！〃　broke　in　Anson。　　〃Come　on；　I'll　help
rustle　them　hosses。〃

After　they　had　gone　Burt　took　his　rifle　and　strolled　off
into　the　forest。　　Then　the　girl　appeared。　　Her　hair　was　down；
her　face　pale；　with　dark　shadows。　　She　asked　for　water　to
wash　her　face。　　Wilson　pointed　to　the　brook；　and　as　she
walked　slowly　toward　it　he　took　a　comb　and　a　clean　scarf
from　his　pack　and　carried　them　to　her。

Upon　her　return　to　the　camp…fire　she　looked　very　different
with　her　hair　arranged　and　the　red　stains　in　her　cheeks。

〃Miss；　air　you　hungr