stand why all this stealthiness should be necessary, for she knew that proof of her honorable marriage would end Luck's pursuit — supposing he did pursue — even though his anger might live always for her. She did not understand; and when an Indian confronts a situation which puzzles him, you may be very sure that same Indian is going to be very, very cautious. Annie-Many-Ponies was Indian to the middle of her bones.
CHAPTEK XVII
APPLEHEAD SHOWS THE STUFF HE IS MADE OF
LITE AVEKY, turning to look back as they galloped up a long slope so gradual in its rise that it seemed almost level, counted just fourteen Indians spreading out fanwise in pursuit. He turned to Applehead with the quiet deference in his manner that had won the old man's firm friendship.
" What's this new move signify, boss ?" he asked, tilting his head backward. "What they spreading out like that for, when they're outa easy rifle range ? "
Applehead looked behind him, studied the new formation of their enemy, and scowled in puzzlement. He looked ahead, where he knew the land lay practically level before them, all sand and rabbit weed, with a little grass here and there; to the left, where the square butte stood up bold-faced 250
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and grim; to the right where a ragged sandstone ledge blocked the way.
" 'S some dang new trap uh theirn," he decided, his voice signifying disgust for such methods. " Take an Injun 'n' he don't calc'late he's fightin' 'nless he's figgurin' on gittin' yuh cornered. Mebby they got some more cached ahead som'ers. Keep yer eye peeled, boys, 'n' shoot at any dang thing yuh see that yuh ain't dead sure 's a rabbit weed. Don't go bankin' on rocks bein' harmless —'cause every dang one's liable to have an Injun layin' on his belly behind it. Must be another bunch ahead som'ers, 'cause I know it's smooth goin' fer five miles yit. After that they's a drop down into a rocky kinda pocket that's hard t' git out of except the way yuh go in, account of there bein' one uh them dang rim-rocks runnin' clean 'round it. Some calls it the Devil's Fryin'-pan. !N"o water ner grass ner nothin' else 'ceptin' shakes. 'N' Navvies kinda ownin' rattlers as bein' their breed uh cats, they don't kill 'em off, so they's a heap 'n' plenty of 'em in that basin.
" But I ain't aimin' t' git caught down in there, now I'm tellin' yuh! I aim t' keep along clost t' 261
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that there butte, V out on the other side where we kin pick up Luck's trail. I shore would do some rarin' around if that boy rode off into a mess uh trouble, V I'm tellin' yuh straight! "
" He's got some good boy at his back," Weary reminded him, loyal to his Flying U comrade.
" You're dang right he has! I ain't sayin' he ain't, am I ? Throw some more lead back at them skunks behind us, will ye, Lite? 'N' the rest of yuh save yore shells fer close-ups! " He grinned a little at the incongruity of a motion-picture phrase in such a situation as this. " 'N' don't be so dang skeered uh hurtin' somebody! " he adjured Lite, drawing rein a little so as not to forge ahead of the other. " You'll have to kill off a few anyway 'fore you're through with 'em."
Lite aimed at the man riding in the center of the half-circle, and the bullet he sent that way created excitement of some sort; but whether the Indian was badly hit, or only missed by a narrow margin, the four did not wait to discover. They had held their horses down to a pace that merely kept them well ahead of the Indians; and though the horses were sweating, they were holding their 252
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own easily enough — with a reserve fund of speed if their riders needed to call upon it.
Applehead, glancing often behind him, scowled over the puzzle of that fanlike formation of riders. They would hardly begin so soon to herd him and his men into that evil little rock basin with the sinister name, and there was no other reason he could think of which would justify those tactics, unless another party waited ahead of them. He squinted ahead uneasily, but the mesa lay parched and empty under the sky —
And then, peering straight into the glare of the sun, he saw, down the slope which they had climbed without realizing that it would have a crest, it was so low — Applehead saw the answer to the puzzle; saw and gave his funny little grunt of astonishment and dismay. Straight as a chalk line from the sandstone ledge on their right to the straight-walled butte on their left stretched that boundary line between the untamed wilderness and the tamed — a barbed wire fence; a four-wire fence at that, with stout cedar posts whereon the wire was stretched taut and true. From the look of the posts, it was not new — four or five years old, perhaps; not six 253
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years, certainly, for Applehead had ridden this way six years before and there had been not so much as a post-hole to herald the harnessing of the mesa.
Here, then, was the explanation of the fanlike spreading out of the line of Indians. They knew that the white men would be trapped by the fence, and they were cutting off the retreat — and keeping out of the hottest danger-zone of the white men's guns. Even while the four were grasping the full significance of the trap that they had ridden into unaware, the Indians topped the ridge behind them, yip-yip-yipping gleefully their coyote-like yells of triumph. The sound so stirred the slow wrath of Lite Avery that, without waiting for the word from Applehead he twisted half around in his saddle, glanced at the nearest Indian along his rifle-sights, bent his forefinger with swift deliberation upon the trigger, and emptied the saddle of one yelling renegade, who made haste to crawl behind a clump of rabbit weed.
" They howl like a mess uh coyotes," Lite observed in justification of the shot, " and I'm getting sick of hearing 'em."
" Mama! " Weary exclaimed annoyedly, " that darn fence is on an Tip-slope, so it's going to be next to impossible to jump it! I guess here's where we do about an eight-hundred-foot scene of Indian Warfare, or Fighting For Their Lives. How yuh feel, Cadwalloper ?"
" Me ? " Pink's eyes were purple with sheer, fighting rage. " I feel like cleaning out that bunch back there. They'll have something to howl about when I get through ! "
" Stay back uh me, boys! " Applehead's voice had a masterful sharpness that made the three tighten reins involuntarily. " You foller me — and don't crowd up on me, neither. Send back a shot or two if them Injuns gits too ambitious."
The three fell in behind him without cavil or question. lie was in charge of the outfit, and that settled it. Pink, released from irksome inaction by the permission to shoot, turned and fired back at the first Indian his sights rested upon. He saw a spurt of sand ten jumps in advance of his target, and he swore and fired again without waiting to steady his aim. The sorrel pack-horse, loping along fifty yards or so behind with a rhythmic 255
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clump-clump of frying-pan against coffee-pot at every leap he took, swerved sharply, shook his head as though a bee had stung him, and came on with a few stiff-legged " crow hops " to register his violent objection to being shot through the ear.
Pink, with an increased respect for the shooting skill of Lite Avery, glanced guiltily at the others to see if they had observed where his second bullet hit. But the others were eyeing Applehead uneasily and paid no attention to Pink or his attempts to hit an Indian on the run. And presently Pink forgot it also while he watched Applehead, who was apparently determined to commit suicide in a violently original form.
" You fellers keep behind, now — and hold the Injuns back fer a minute er two," Applehead yelled while he set himself squarely in the saddle, gathered up his reins as though he were about to " top a bronk " and jabbed the spurs with a sudden sav-ageness into Johnny's flanks.
" Git outa here! " he yelled, and Johnny with an astonished lunge, " got."
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