by Max Brand
CHAPTER XXXIII
NOTHING NEW
Glendin and Dr. Young struck out for the ranch of William Drew, but theyheld a moderate pace, and it was already grey dawn before they arrived;yet even at that hour several windows of the house were lighted. Theywere led directly to Drew's room.
The big man welcomed them at the door with a hand raised for silence. Heseemed to have aged greatly during the night, but between the blackshadows beneath and the shaggy brows above, his eyes gleamed morebrightly than ever. About his mouth the lines of resolution were worndeep by his vigil.
"He seems to be sleeping rather well--though you hear his breathing?"
It was a soft, but ominously rattling sound.
"Through the lungs," said the doctor instantly.
The cowpuncher was completely covered, except for his head and feet. Onthe latter, oddly enough, were still his grimy boots, blackening thewhite sheets on which they rested.
"I tried to work them off--you see the laces are untied," explainedDrew, "but the poor fellow recovered consciousness at once, andstruggled to get his feet free. He said that he wants to die with hisboots on."
"You tried his pulse and his temperature?" whispered the doctor.
"Yes. The temperature is not much above normal, the pulse is extremelyrapid and very faint. Is that a bad sign?"
"Very bad."
Drew winced and caught his breath so sharply that the others stared athim. It might have been thought that he had just heard his own deathsentence pronounced.
He explained: "Ben has been with me a number of years. It breaks me upto think of losing him like this."
The doctor took the pulse of Calamity with lightly touching fingers thatdid not waken the sleeper; then he felt with equal caution the foreheadof Ben.
"Well?" asked Drew eagerly.
"The chances are about one out of ten."
It drew a groan from the rancher.
"But there is still some hope."
The doctor shook his head and carefully unwound the bandages. Heexamined the wound with care, and then made a dressing, and recoveredthe little purple spot, so small that a five-cent piece would havecovered it.
"Tell me!" demanded Drew, as Young turned at length.
"The bullet passed right through the body, eh?"
"Yes."
"He ought to have been dead hours ago. I can't understand it. But sincehe's still alive we'll go on hoping."
"Hope?" whispered Drew.
It was as if he had received the promise of heaven, such brightness fellacross his haggard face.
"There's no use attempting to explain," answered Young. "An ordinary manwould have died almost instantly, but the lungs of some of these rangersseem to be lined with leather. I suppose they are fairly embalmed withexcessive cigarette smoking. The constant work in the open air toughensthem wonderfully. As I said, the chances are about one out of ten, butI'm only astonished that there is any chance at all."
"Doctor, I'll make you rich for this!"
"My dear sir, I've done nothing; it has been your instant care thatsaved him--as far as he is saved. I'll tell you what to continue doingfor him; in half an hour I must leave."
Drew smiled faintly.
"Not till he's well or dead, doctor."
"I didn't quite catch that."
"You won't leave the room, Young, till this man is dead or on the way torecovery."
"Come, come, Mr. Drew, I have patients who--
"I tell you, there is no one else. Until a decision comes in this caseyour world is bounded by the four walls of this room. That's final."
"Is it possible that you would attempt--"
"Anything is possible with me. Make up your mind. You shall not leavethis man till you've done all that's humanly possible for him."
"Mr. Drew, I appreciate your anxiety, but this is stepping too far. Ihave an officer of the law with me--"
"Better do what he wants, Doc," said Glendin uneasily.
"Don't mouth words," ordered Drew sternly.
"There lies your sick man. Get to work. In this I'm as unalterable asthe rocks."
"The bill will be large," said Young sullenly, for he began to see thatit was as futile to resist the grey giant as it would have been toattempt to stop the progress of a landslide.
"I'll pay you double what you wish to charge."
"Does this man's life mean so much to you?"
"A priceless thing. If you save him, you take the burden of murder offthe soul of another."
"I'll do what I can."
"I know you will."
He laid the broad hand on Young's shoulder. "Doctor, you must do morethan you can; you must accomplish the impossible; I tell you, it isimpossible for this man to die; he must live!"
He turned to Glendin.
"I suppose you want the details of what happened here?"
"Right."
"Follow me. Doctor, I'll be gone only a moment."
He led the way into an adjoining room, and lighted a lamp. The suddenflare cast deep shadows on the face leaning above, and Glendin started.For the moment it seemed to him that he was seeing a face which hadlooked on hell and lived to speak of it.
"Mr. Drew," he said, "you'd better hit the hay yourself; you look prettybadly done up."
The other looked up with a singular smile, clenching and unclenchinghis fingers as if he strove to relax muscles which had been tense forhours.
"Glendin, the surface of my strength has not been scratched; I couldkeep going every hour for ten days if it would save the life of the poorfellow who lies in there."
He took a long breath.
"Now, then, let's get after this business. I'll tell you the nakedfacts. Anthony Bard was approaching my house yesterday and word of hiscoming was brought to me. For reasons of my own it was necessary that Ishould detain him here for an uncertain length of time. For otherreasons it was necessary that I go to any length to accomplish my ends.
"I had another man--Lawlor, who looks something like me--take my placein the eyes of Bard. But Bard grew suspicious of the deception. Finallya girl entered and called Lawlor by name, as they were sitting at thetable with all the men around them. Bard rose at once with a gun in hishand.
"Put yourself in his place. He found that he had been deceived, he knewthat he was surrounded by armed men, he must have felt like a corneredrat. He drew his gun and started for the door, warning the others thathe meant to go the limit in order to get free. Mind you, it was nosudden gun-play.
"Then I ordered the men to keep him at all costs within the room. He sawthat they were prepared to obey me, and then he took a desperate chanceand shot down the gasoline lamp which hung over the table. In theexplosion and fire which resulted he made for the door. One man blockedthe way, levelled a revolver at him, and then Bard shot in self-defenceand downed Calamity Ben. I ask you, Glendin, is that self defence?"
The other drummed his finger-tips nervously against his chin; he wasthinking hard, and every thought was of Steve Nash.
"So far, all right. I ain't askin' your reasons for doin' some prettyqueer things, Mr. Drew."
"I'll stand every penalty of the law, sir. I only ask that you see thatpunishment falls where it is deserved only. The case is clear. Bardacted in self-defence."
Glendin was desperate.
He said at length: "When a man's tried in court they bring up his pastcareer. This feller Bard has gone along the range raisin' a differentbrand of hell everywhere he went. He had a run-in with two gunmen,Ferguson and Conklin. He had Eldara within an ace of a riot the firstnight he hit the town. Mr. Drew, that chap looks the part of a killer;he acts the part of a killer; and by God, he is a killer."
"You seem to have come with your mind already made up, Glendin," saidthe rancher coldly.
"Not a bit. But go through the whole town or Eldara and ask the boyswhat they think of this tenderfoot. They feel so strong that if he wasjailed they'd lynch him."
Drew raised a clenched fist and then let his arm fall
suddenly limp athis side.
"Then surely he must not be jailed."
"Want me to let him wander around loose and kill another man--inself-defence?"
"I want you to use reason--and mercy, Glendin!
"From what I've heard, you ain't the man to talk of mercy, Mr. Drew."
The other, as if he had received a stunning blow, slipped into a chairand buried his face in his hands. It was a long moment before he couldspeak, and when his hands were lowered, Glendin winced at what he saw inthe other's face.
"God knows I'm not," said Drew.
"Suppose we let the shootin' of Calamity go. What of hoss-liftin',sir?"
"Horse stealing? Impossible! Anthony--he could not be guilty of it!"
"Ask your man Duffy. Bard's ridin' Duffy's grey right now."
"But Duffy will press no claim," said the rancher eagerly. "I'll see tothat. I'll pay him ten times the value of his horse. Glendin, you can'tpunish a man for a theft of which Duffy will not complain."
"Drew, you know what the boys on the range think of a hoss thief. Itain't the price of what they steal; it's the low-down soul of the dogthat would steal it. It ain't the money. But what's a man without a hosson the range? Suppose his hoss is stole while he's hundred miles fromnowhere? What does it mean? You know; it means dyin' of thirst and goin'through a hundred hells before the finish. I say shootin' a man isnothin' compared with stealin' a hoss. A man that'll steal a hoss willshoot his own brother; that's what he'll do. But I don't need to tellyou. You know it better'n me. What was it you done with your own handsto Louis Borgen, the hoss-rustler, back ten years ago?"
A dead voice answered Glendin: "What has set you on the trail of Bard?"
"His own wrong doin'."
The rancher waved a hand of careless dismissal.
"I know you, Glendin," he said.
The deputy stirred in his chair, and then cleared his throat.
He said in a rising tone: "What d'you know?"
"I don't think you really care to hear it. To put it lightly, Glendin,you've done many things for money. I don't accuse you of them. But ifyou want to do one thing more, you can make more money at a stroke thanyou've made in all the rest."
With all his soul the deputy was cursing Nash, but now the thing wasdone, and he must see it through.
He rose glowering on Drew.
"I've stood a pile already from you; this is one beyond the limit.Bribery ain't my way, Drew, no matter what I've done before."
"Is it war, then?"
And Glendin answered, forcing his tone into fierceness: "Anything youwant--any way you want it!"
"Glendin," said the other with a sudden lowering of his voice, "has someother man been talking to you?"
"Who? Me? Certainly not."
"Don't lie."
"Drew, rein up. They's one thing no man can say to me and get away withit."
"I tell you, man, I'm holding myself in harder than I've ever donebefore. Answer me!"
He did not even rise, but Glendin, his hand twitching close to the buttof his gun, moved step by step away from those keen eyes.
"Answer me!"
"Nash; he's been to Eldara."
"I might have known. He told you about this?"
"Yes."
"And you're going the full limit of your power against Bard?"
"I'll do nothin' that ain't been done by others before me."
"Glendin, there have been cowardly legal murders before. Tell me atleast that you will not send a posse to 'apprehend' Bard until it'slearned whether or not Ben will die--and whether or not Duffy will pressthe charge of horse stealing."
Glendin was at the door. He fumbled behind him, found the knob, andswung it open.
"If you double-cross me," said Drew, "all that I've ever done to any manbefore will be nothing to what I'll do to you, Glendin."
And the deputy cried, his voice gone shrill and high, "I ain't donenothin' that ain't been done before!"
And he vanished through the doorway. Drew followed and looked after thedeputy, who galloped like a fugitive over the hills.
"Shall I follow him?" he muttered to himself, but a faint groan reachedhim from the bedroom.
He turned on his heel and went back to Calamity Ben and the doctor.
