The Border Legion, Zane Grey [books for 7th graders txt] 📗

approached leisurely, with the gait of the pack-animals.

“Ho, Kells!” called the big man. His voice had a loud, bold, sonorous kind of ring.

“Reckon he's here somewheres,” said the other man, presently.

“Sure. I seen his hoss. Jack ain't goin' to be far from thet hoss.”

Then both of them approached the cabin. Joan had never before seen two such striking, vicious-looking, awesome men. The one was huge—so wide and heavy and deep-set that he looked short—and he resembled a gorilla. The other was tall, slim, with a face as red as flame, and an expression of fierce keenness. He was stoop shouldered, yet he held his head erect in a manner that suggested a wolf scenting blood.

“Someone here, Pearce,” boomed the big man.

“Why, Gul, if it ain't a girl!”

Joan moved out of the shadow of the wall of the cabin, and she pointed to the prostrate figure on the blankets.

“Howdy boys!” said Kells, wanly.

Gulden cursed in amaze while Pearce dropped to his knee with an exclamation of concern. Then both began to talk at once. Kells interrupted them by lifting a weak hand.

“No, I'm not going—to cash,” he said. “I'm only starved—and in need of stimulants. Had my back half shot off.”

“Who plugged you, Jack?”

“Gulden, it was your side-partner, Bill.”

“Bill?” Gulden's voice held a queer, coarse constraint. Then he added, gruffly. “Thought you and him pulled together.”

“Well, we didn't.”

“And—where's Bill now?” This time Joan heard a slow, curious, cold note in the heavy voice, and she interpreted it as either doubt or deceit.

“Bill's dead and Halloway, too,” replied Kells.

Gulden turned his massive, shaggy head in the direction of Joan. She had not the courage to meet the gaze upon her. The other man spoke:

“Split over the girl, Jack?”

“No,” replied Kells, sharply. “They tried to get familiar with—MY WIFE—and I shot them both.”

Joan felt a swift leap of hot blood all over her and then a coldness, a sickening, a hateful weakness.

“Wife!” ejaculated Gulden.

“Your real wife, Jack?” queried Pearce.

“Well, I guess, I'll introduce you... Joan, here are two of my friends—Sam Gulden and Red Pearce.”

Gulden grunted something.

“Mrs. Kells, I'm glad to meet you,” said Pearce.

Just then the other three men entered the cabin and Joan took advantage of the commotion they made to get out into the air. She felt sick, frightened, and yet terribly enraged. She staggered a little as she went out, and she knew she was as pale as death. These visitors thrust reality upon her with a cruel suddenness. There was something terrible in the mere presence of this Gulden. She had not yet dared to take a good look at him. But what she felt was overwhelming. She wanted to run. Yet escape now was infinitely more of a menace than before. If she slipped away it would be these new enemies who would pursue her, track her like hounds. She understood why Kells had introduced her as his wife. She hated the idea with a shameful and burning hate, but a moment's reflection taught her that Kells had answered once more to a good instinct. At the moment he had meant that to protect her. And further reflection persuaded Joan that she would be wise to act naturally and to carry out the deception as far as it was possible for her. It was her only hope. Her position had again grown perilous. She thought of the gun she had secreted, and it gave her strength to control her agitation and to return to the cabin outwardly calm.

The men had Kells half turned over with the flesh of his back exposed.

“Aw, Gul, it's whisky he needs,” said one.

“If you let out any more blood he'll croak sure,” protested another.

“Look how weak he is,” said Red Pearce.

“It's a hell of a lot you know,” roared Gulden. “I served my time—but that's none of your business.... Look here! See that blue spot!” Gulden pressed a huge finger down upon the blue welt on Kells's back. The bandit moaned. “That's lead—that's the bullet,” declared Gulden.

“Wall, if you ain't correct!” exclaimed Pearce.

Kells turned his head. “When you punched that place—it made me numb all over. Gul, if you've located the bullet, cut it out.”

Joan did not watch the operation. As she went away to the seat under the balsam she heard a sharp cry and then cheers. Evidently the grim Gulden had been both swift and successful.

Presently the men came out of the cabin and began to attend to their horses and the pack-train.

Pearce looked for Joan, and upon seeing her called out, “Kells wants you.”

Joan found the bandit half propped up against a saddle with a damp and pallid face, but an altogether different look.

“Joan, that bullet was pressing on my spine,” he said. “Now it's out, all that deadness is gone. I feel alive. I'll get well, soon.... Gulden was curious over the bullet. It's a forty-four caliber, and neither Bill Bailey nor Halloway used that caliber of gun. Gulden remembered. He's cunning. Bill was as near being a friend to this Gulden as any man I know of. I can't trust any of these men, particularly Gulden. You stay pretty close by me.”

“Kells, you'll let me go soon—help me to get home?” implored Joan in a low voice.

“Girl, it'd never be safe now,” he replied.

“Then later—soon—when it is safe?”

“We'll see.... But you're my wife now!”

With the latter words the man subtly changed. Something of the power she had felt in him before his illness began again to be manifested. Joan divined that these comrades had caused the difference in him.

“You won't dare—!” Joan was unable to conclude her meaning. A tight band compressed her breast and throat, and she trembled.

“Will you dare go out there and tell them you're NOT my wife?” he queried. His voice had grown stronger and his eyes were blending shadows of thought.

Joan knew that she dared not. She must choose the lesser of two evils. “No man—could be such a beast to a woman—after she'd saved his life,” she whispered.

“I could be anything. You had your chance. I told you to go. I said if I ever got well I'd be as I was—before.”

“But you'd have died.”