Found at Blazing Star

by Harte, Bret

  "Yes."

  "You thought it might have been dropped by some one in passing?"

  "I thought so, yes—it belonged to no one in camp."

  "Before your cabin or on the highway?"

  "Before my cabin."

  "You are SURE?" There was something so very sweet and sad in her smile that it oddly made Cass color.

  "But my cabin is near the road," he suggested.

  "I see! And there was nothing else; no paper nor envelope?"

  "Nothing."

  "And you kept it because of the odd resemblance one of the names bore to yours?"

  "Yes."

  "For no other reason

  "None." Yet Cass felt he was blushing.

  "You'll forgive my repeating a question you have already answered, but I am so anxious. There was some attempt to prove at the inquest that the ring had been found on the body of—the unfortunate man. But you tell me it was not so?"

  "I can swear it."

  "Good God—the traitor!" She took a hurried step forward, turned to the window, and then came back to Cass with a voice broken with emotion. "I have told you I could trust you. That ring was mine!"

  She stopped, and then went on hurriedly. "Years ago I gave it to a man who deceived and wronged me; a man whose life since then has been a shame and disgrace to all who knew him. A man who, once, a gentleman, sank so low as to become the associate of thieves and ruffians; sank so low, that when he died, by violence—a traitor even to them—his own confederates shrunk from him, and left him to fill a nameless grave. That man's body you found!"

  Cass started. "And his name was—?"

  "Part of your surname. Cass—Henry Cass."

  "You see why Providence seems to have brought that ring to you," she went on. "But you ask me why, knowing this, I am so eager to know if the ring was found by you in the road, or if it were found on his body. Listen! It is part of my mortification that the story goes that this man once showed this ring, boasted of it, staked, and lost it at a gambling table to one of his vile comrades."

  "Kanaka Joe," said Cass, overcome by a vivid recollection of Joe's merriment at the trial.

  "The same. Don't you see," she said, hurriedly, "if the ring had been found on him I could believe that somewhere in his heart he still kept respect for the woman he had wronged. I am a woman—a foolish woman, I know—but you have crushed that hope forever."

  "But why have you sent for me?" asked Cass, touched by her emotion.

  "To know it for certain," she said, almost fiercely. "Can you not understand that a woman like me must know a thing once and forever? But you CAN help me. I did not send for you only to pour my wrongs in your ears. You must take me with you to this place—to the spot where you found the ring—to the spot where you found the body—to the spot where—where HE lies. You must do it secretly, that none shall know me."

  Cass hesitated. He was thinking of his companions and the collapse of their painted bubble. How could he keep the secret from them?

  "If it is money you need, let not that stop you. I have no right to your time without recompense. Do not misunderstand me. There has been a thousand dollars awaiting my order at Bookham's when the ring should be delivered. It shall be doubled if you help me in this last moment."

  It was possible. He could convey her secretly there, invent some story of a reward delayed for want of proofs, and afterward share that reward with his friends. He answered promptly, "I will take you there."

  She took his hands in both of hers, raised them to her lips, and smiled. The shadow of grief and restraint seemed to have fallen from her face, and a half-mischievous, half-coquettish gleam in her dark eyes touched the susceptible Cass in so subtle a fashion that he regained the street in some confusion. He wondered what Miss Porter would have thought. But was he not returning to her, a fortunate man, with one thousand dollars in his pocket! Why should he remember he was handicapped, by a pretty woman and a pathetic episode? It did not make the proximity less pleasant as he helped her into the coach that evening, nor did the recollection of another ride with another woman obtrude itself upon those consolations which he felt it his duty, from time to time, to offer. It was arranged that he should leave her at the "Red Chief" Hotel, while he continued on to Blazing Star, returning at noon to bring her with him when he could do it without exposing her to recognition. The gray dawn came soon enough, and the coach drew up at "Red Chief" while the lights in the bar-room and dining-room of the hotel were still struggling with the far flushing east. Cass alighted, placed Miss Mortimer in the hands of the landlady, and returned to the vehicle. It was still musty, close, and frowzy, with half-awakened passengers. There was a vacated seat on the top, which Cass climbed up to, and abstractedly threw himself beside a figure muffled in shawls and rugs. There was a slight movement among the multitudinous enwrappings, and then the figure turned to him and said, dryly, "Good morning!" It was Miss Porter!

  "Have you been long here?" he stammered.

  "All night."

  He would have given worlds to leave her at that moment. He would have jumped from the starting coach to save himself any explanation of the embarrassment he was furiously conscious of showing, without, as he believed, any adequate cause. And yet, like all inexperienced, sensitive men, he dashed blindly into that explanation; worse, he even told his secret at once, then and there, and then sat abashed and conscience stricken, with an added sense of its utter futility.

  "And this," summed up the young girl, with a slight shrug of her pretty shoulders, "is YOUR MAY?"

  Cass would have recommenced his story.

  "No, don't, pray! It isn't interesting, nor original. Do YOU believe it?"

  "I do," said Cass, indignantly.

  "How lucky! Then let me go to sleep."

  Cass, still furious, but uneasy, did not again address her. When the coach stopped at Blazing Star she asked him, indifferently: "When does this sentimental pilgrimage begin?"

  "I return for her at one o'clock," replied Cass, stiffly.

  He kept his word. He appeased his eager companions with a promise of future fortune, and exhibited the present and tangible reward. By a circuitous route known only to himself, he led Miss Mortimer to the road before the cabin. There was a pink flush of excitement on her somewhat faded cheek.

  "And it was here?" she asked, eagerly.

  "I found it here."

  "And the body?"

  "That was afterward. Over in that direction, beyond the clump of buckeyes, on the Red Chief turnpike."

  "And any one coming from the road we left just now and going to—to—that place, would have to cross just here? Tell me," she said, with a strange laugh, laying her cold nervous hand on his, "wouldn't they?"

  "They would."

  "Let us go to that place."

  Cass stepped out briskly to avoid observation and gain the woods beyond the highway. "You have crossed here before," she said. "There seems to be a trail."

  "I may have made it: it's a short cut to the buckeyes."

  "You never found anything else on the trail?"

  "You remember, I told you before, the ring was all I found."

  "Ah, true!" she smiled sweetly; "it was THAT which made it seem so odd to you. I forgot."

  In half an hour they reached the buckeyes. During the walk she had taken rapid recognizance of everything in her path. When they crossed the road and Cass had pointed out the scene of the murder, she looked anxiously around. "You are sure we are not seen?"

  "Quite."

  "You will not think me foolish if I ask you to wait here while I go in there"—she pointed to the ominous thicket near them—"alone?"

  She was quite white.

  Cass's heart, which had grown somewhat cold since his interview with Miss Porter, melted at once.

  "Go; I will stay here."

  He waited five minutes. She did not return.

  What if the poor creature had determined upon suicide on the spot where her faithless lover had fallen? He was reassure
d in another moment by the rustle of skirts in the undergrowth.

  "I was becoming quite alarmed," he said, aloud.

  "You have reason to be," returned a hurried voice. He started. It was Miss Porter, who stepped swiftly out of the cover. "Look," she said, "look at that man down the road. He has been tracking you two ever since you left the cabin. Do you know who he is?"

  "No!"

  "Then listen. It is three-fingered Dick, one of the escaped road agents. I know him!"

  "Let us go and warn her," said Cass, eagerly.

  Miss Porter laid her hand upon his shoulder.

  "I don't think she'll thank you," she said, dryly. "Perhaps you'd better see what she's doing, first."

  Utterly bewildered, yet with a strong sense of the masterfulness of his companion, he followed her. She crept like a cat through the thicket. Suddenly she paused. "Look!" she whispered, viciously, "look at the tender vigils of your heart-broken May!"

  Cass saw the woman who had left him a moment before on her knees on the grass, with long thin fingers digging like a ghoul in the earth. He had scarce time to notice her eager face and eyes, cast now and then back toward the spot where she had left him, before there was a crash in the bushes, and a man,—the stranger of the road,—leaped to her side. "Run," he said; "run for it now. You're watched!"

  "Oh! that man, Beard!" she said, contemptuously.

  "No, another in a wagon. Quick. Fool, you know the place now,—you can come later; run!" And half-dragging, half-lifting her, he bore her through the bushes. Scarcely had they closed behind the pair than Miss Porter ran to the spot vacated by the woman. "Look!" she cried, triumphantly, "look!"

  Cass looked, and sank on his knees beside her.

  "It WAS worth a thousand dollars, wasn't it?" she repeated, maliciously, "wasn't it? But you ought to return it! REALLY you ought."

  Cass could scarcely articulate. "But how did YOU know it?" he finally gasped.

  "Oh, I suspected something; there was a woman, and you know you're SUCH a fool!"

  Cass rose, stiffly.

  "Don't be a greater fool now, but go and bring my horse and wagon from the hill, and don't say anything to the driver."

  "Then you did not come alone?"

  "No; it would have been bold and improper."

  "Please!"

  "And to think it WAS the ring, after all, that pointed to this," she said.

  "The ring that YOU returned to me."

  "What did you say?"

  "Nothing."

  "Don't, please, the wagon is coming."

  * * *

  In the next morning's edition of the "Red Chief Chronicle" appeared the following startling intelligence:—

  EXTRAORDINARY DISCOVERY

  FINDING OF THE STOLEN TREASURE OF WELLS, FARGO & CO.

  OVER $800,000 RECOVERED

  Our readers will remember the notorious robbery of Wells, Fargo & Co.'s treasure from the Sacramento and Red Chief Pioneer Coach on the night of September 1. Although most of the gang were arrested, it is known that two escaped, who, it was presumed, cached the treasure, amounting to nearly $500,000 in gold, drafts, and jewelry, as no trace of the property was found. Yesterday our esteemed fellow citizen, Mr. Cass Beard, long and favorably known in this county, succeeded in exhuming the treasure in a copse of hazel near the Red Chief turnpike,—adjacent to the spot where an unknown body was lately discovered. This body is now strongly suspected to be that of one Henry Cass, a disreputable character, who has since been ascertained to have been one of the road agents who escaped. The matter is now under legal investigation. The successful result of the search is due to a systematic plan evolved from the genius of Mr. Beard, who has devoted over a year to this labor. It was first suggested to him by the finding of a ring, now definitely identified as part of the treasure which was supposed to have been dropped from Wells, Fargo & Co's boxes by the robbers in their midnight flight through Blazing Star.

  In the same journal appeared the no less important intelligence, which explains, while it completes this veracious chronicle:—

  "It is rumored that a marriage is shortly to take place between the hero of the late treasure discovery and a young lady of Red Chief, whose devoted aid and assistance to this important work is well known to this community."

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