--e ain't close enough. We ought to lay alongside his cabin and blast him as he goes in.-- A second voice joined the first, muttering like a bodyless voice in a conclave of ghosts.
--e--e gone all over that. I tell you this is the best way. Get him off guard. You--e sure Middleton was playin'tcards at the King of Diamonds?-- Another voice answered:--e--l be there till daylight, likely.----e--l be awful mad,--whispered the first speaker.
--et him. He can't afford to do anything about it. Listen! Somebody-- comin'tup the road!-- They crouched down in the bushes, merging with the blacker shadows. They were so far from the cabin, and it was so dark, that the approaching figure was only a dim blur in the gloom.
--t-- him!--a voice hissed fiercely, as the blur merged with the bulkier shadow that was the cabin.
In the stillness a door rasped across a sill. A yellow light sprang up, streaming through the door, blocking out a small window high up in the wall. The man inside did not cross the lighted doorway, and the window was too high to see through into the cabin.
The light went out after a few minutes.
--ome on!--The three men rose and went stealthily toward the cabin. Their bare feet made no sound, for they had discarded their boots. Coats too had been discarded, any garment that might swing loosely and rustle, or catch on projections. Cocked guns were in their hands, they could have been no more wary had they been approaching the lair of a lion. And each man't heart pounded suffocatingly, for the prey they stalked was far more dangerous than any lion.
When one spoke it was so low that his companions hardly heard him with their ears a matter of inches from his bearded lips.
--e--l take our places like we planned, Joel. You--l go to the door and call him, like we told you. He knows Middleton trusts you. He don't know you-- be helpin'tGorman't friends. He--l recognize your voice, and he won't suspect nothin't When he comes to the door and opens it, step back into the shadows and fall flat. We--l do the rest from where we--l be layin't-- His voice shook slightly as he spoke, and the other man shuddered; his face was a pallid oval in the darkness.
----l do it, but I bet he kills some of us. I bet he kills me, anyway. I must have been crazy when I said I-- help you fellows.----ou can't back out now!--hissed the other. They stole forward, their guns advanced, their hearts in their mouths. Then the foremost man caught at the arms of his companions.
--ait! Look there! He-- left the door open!-- The open doorway was a blacker shadow in the shadow of the wall.
--e knows we--e after him!--There was a catch of hysteria in the babbling whisper.--t-- a trap!----on't be a fool! How could he know? He-- asleep. I hear him snorin't We won't wake him. We--l step into the cabin and let him have it! We--l have enough light from the window to locate the bunk, and we--l rake it with lead before he can move. He--l wake up in hell. Come on, and for God-- sake, don't make no noise!-- The last advice was unnecessary. Each man, as he set his bare foot down, felt as if he were setting it into the lair of a diamond-backed rattler.
As they glided, one after another, across the threshold, they made less noise than the wind blowing through the black branches. They crouched by the door, straining their eyes across the room, whence came the rhythmic snoring. Enough light sifted through the small window to show them a vague outline that was a bunk, with a shapeless mass upon it.
A man caught his breath in a short, uncontrollable gasp. Then the cabin was shaken by a thunderous volley, three guns roaring together. Lead swept the bunk in a devastating storm, thudding into flesh and bone, smacking into wood. A wild cry broke in a gagging gasp. Limbs thrashed wildly and a heavy body tumbled to the floor. From the darkness on the floor beside the bunk welled up hideous sounds, choking gurgles and a convulsive flopping and thumping. The men crouching near the door poured lead blindly at the sounds. There was fear and panic in the haste and number of their shots. They did not cease jerking their triggers until their guns were empty, and the noises on the floor had ceased.
--ut of here, quick!--gasped one.
--o! Here-- the table, and a candle on it. I felt it in the dark. I--e got to know that he's dead before I leave this cabin. I--e got to see him lyin'tdead if I-- goin'tto sleep easy. We--e got plenty of time to get away. Folks down the gulch must have heard the shots, but it'sl take time for them to get here. No danger. I-- goin'tto light the candle--
There was a rasping sound, and a yellow light sprang up, etching three staring, bearded faces. Wisps of blue smoke blurred the light as the candle-wick ignited from the fumbling match, but the men saw a huddled shape crumpled near the bunk, from which streams of dark crimson radiated in every direction.
--hhh!-- They whirled at the sound of running footsteps.
--h, God!--shrieked one of the men, falling to his knees, his hands lifted to shut out a terrible sight. The other ruffians staggered with the shock of what they saw. They stood gaping, livid, helpless, empty guns sagging in their hands.
For in the doorway, glaring in dangerous amazement, with a gun in each hand, stood the man whose lifeless body they thought lay over there by the splintered bunk!
--rop them guns!--Corcoran rasped. They clattered on the floor as the hands of their owners mechanically reached skyward. The man on the floor staggered up, his hands empty; he retched, shaken by the nausea of fear.
--oel Miller!--said Corcoran evenly; his surprise was passed, as he realized what had happened.--idn't know you run with Gorman't crowd. Reckon Middleton'tl be some surprised, too.----ou--e a devil!--gasped Miller.--ou can't be killed! We killed you--heard you roll off your bunk and die on the floor, in the dark. We kept shooting after we knew you were dead. But you--e alive!----ou didn't shoot me,--grunted Corcoran.--ou shot a man you thought was me. I was comin'tup the road when I heard the shots. You killed Joe Willoughby! He was drunk and I reckon he staggered in here and fell in my bunk, like he's done before.-- The men went whiter yet under their bushy beards, with rage and chagrin and fear.
--illoughby!--babbled Miller.--he camp will never stand for this! Let us go, Corcoran! Hopkins and his crowd will hang us! It--l mean the end of the Vultures! Your end, too, Corcoran! If they hang us, we--l talk first! They--l find out that you--e one of us!----n that case,--muttered Corcoran, his eyes narrowing,---- better kill the three of you. That-- the sensible solution. You killed Willoughby, tryin'tto get me; I kill you, in self-defense.----on't do it, Corcoran!--screamed Miller, frantic with terror.
--hut up, you dog,--growled one of the other men, glaring balefully at their captor.--orcoran wouldn't shoot down unarmed men.----o, I wouldn't,--said Corcoran.--ot unless you made some kind of a break. I-- peculiar that way, which I see is a handicap in this country. But it's the way I was raised, and I can't get over it. No, I ain't goin'tto beef you cold, though you--e just tried to get me that way.
--ut I--l be damned if I-- goin'tto let you sneak off, to come back here and try it again the minute you get your nerve bucked up. I-- about as soon be hanged by the vigilantes as shot in the back by a passle of rats like you-all. Vultures, hell! You ain't even got the guts to be good buzzards.
---- goin'tto take you down the gulch and throw you in jail. It--l be up to Middleton to decide what to do with you. He--l probably work out some scheme that--l swindle everybody except himself; but I warn you--one yap about the Vultures to anybody, and I--l forget my raisin'tand send you to hell with your belts empty and your boots on.--
The noise in the King of Diamonds was hushed suddenly as a man rushed in and bawled:--he Vultures have murdered Joe Willoughby! Steve Corcoran caught three of--m, and has just locked--m up! This time we--e got some live Vultures to work on!-- A roar answered him and the gambling hall emptied itself as men rushed yelling into the street. John Middleton laid down his hand of cards, donned his white hat with a hand that was steady as a rock, and strode after them.