*CHAPTER V*
_*I Agree to "Keep the Peace" in a New Sense*_
It was at once evident that I was not to be murdered in H. B. Blaine'splace, and also evident that I had been invited to meet Apache Kid tohear some matter that was not for all to hear; for immediately on ourentering the little rear room he flung aside a paper he had been readingand leaped to his feet to meet us. He put a hand on Donoghue's shoulderand the other he extended to me.
"We'll not talk here," he said. "Walls have ears:" and so we all turnedabout and marched out again.
"Going out for a strowl?" asked Blaine.
"Yes," said Apache. "Fine night for a strowl." And we found ourselveson the street down which we turned and walked in silence.
Suddenly Apache Kid slowed down and swore to himself.
"I should n't have said that!" he remarked angrily.
"Said what?" Donoghue interrogated.
"O! mocked Blaine like that--said we were going for a strowl."
"What do you mean?" asked Donoghue, whose ear did not seem very acute.
Apache looked at him with a relieved expression.
"Well, that's hopeful," he said. "Perhaps Blaine would n't catch iteither. Still, still, I should n't have mocked him. You noticed, Ibet?" he said to me.
"Strowl?" I inquired.
He sighed.
"There 's no sense in trying to make fun of anything in a man's clothesor talk or manner. Besides, it's excessively vulgar, excessivelyvulgar."
"Here 's an interesting 'bad man,'" I mused; but there was no more saidtill we won clear of the town, quite beyond the last sidewalks thatstretched and criss-crossed among the rocks and sand, marking out theprospective streets. There, on a little rising place of sand and rocks,we sat down.
It was a desolate spot. A gentle wind was blowing among the dunes andthe sand was all moving, trickling down here and piling up there. Beingnear sunset the cicadi had disappeared and the evening light falling wanon the occasional tufts of sage-brush gave them a peculiar air ofdesolation. Donoghue pulled out a clasp-knife and sat progging in thesand with it, and then Apache Kid jerked up his head and smiled on me, asmile entirely friendly. And suddenly as he looked at me his facebecame grave.
"Have you had supper yet?" he asked.
"No," I said. "It's early yet."
He looked at me keenly and then: "You 'll excuse me remarking on yourappearance, but you look extraordinarily tired."
"Oh," said I, lightly, "I have not been feeling just up to the scratchand--well, I thought I 'd try the fasting cure."
He hummed to himself and dived a hand into his trousers pocket and heldout a five-dollar bill under my nose.
"There," he said, "go and eat and don't lie any more. I 've been theremyself--when I was new to the country and could n't get into its ways."
There was something of such intense warm-heartedness behind theperemptory tones (while Donoghue turned his face aside, running the sandbetween his fingers and looking foolishly at it) that to tell you thetruth, I found the tears in my eyes before I was aware. But this signof weakness Apache Kid made pretence not to observe.
"We 'll wait here for you till you get fed," said he, examining the backof his hand.
"No, no," I answered hastily, "I had rather hear what you have to sayjust now." Thank him for his kindness I could not, for I felt thatthanks would but embarrass him. "To tell you the truth, the mereknowledge that I need not go to bed hungry is sufficient."
"Well," said he, looking up when my voice rang firm. "The fact is, I amgoing to offer you a job; but it is a job you might not care to takeunless you were hard pressed; so you will please consider that a loan,not a first instalment, and the fact of settling it must not influence."
This was very fairly spoken and I felt that I should say somethinghandsome, but he gave me no opportunity, continuing at once: "Donoghuehere and I are wanting a partner on an expedition that we are going on.We 're very old friends, we two, but for quite a little while back wehad both been meditating going on this expedition separately. Fact is,we are such very old friends and know each other's weaknesses so wellthat, though we both had the idea of the expedition in our heads, we didn't care about going together."
All this he spoke as much to Donoghue as to me, with a bantering air;and one thing at least I learned from this--the reason why these two hadnot done as Laughlin thought the natural thing for them to do, namely,to go out together, heedless of Canlan. For I had no doubt whateverthat the expedition was to the Lost Cabin Mine. That was as clear asthe sun. Further observation of their natures, if further observation Iwas to have, might explain their long reluctance to "go partners" on theventure, a reluctance now evidently overcome.
"Get to your job," growled Donoghue, "and quit palaver."
It was evident that Apache Kid was determined not to permit himself tobe irritated, for he only smiled on Donoghue's snarl and turned to me:"My friend Donoghue and I," said he, "it is necessary to explain, aresuch very old friends that we can cordially hate each other."
"At times," interjected Donoghue.
"Yes; upon occasion," said Apache Kid. "To you, new to this country,such a state of things between friends may be scarcely comprehensible,but----" and Apache Kid stopped.
"It's them mountains that does it," said Donoghue, with a heavy frown.
"Them mountains, as Donoghue says; that's it. It's queer how themountains, when you get among them, seem to creep in all round you andlock you up. It does n't take long among them with a man to know whetheryou and he belong to the same order and breed. There are men who cannever sleep under the same blanket; yes, never sleep on the same side ofthe fire; never, after two days in the hills, ride side by side, butmust get space between them."
His eyes were looking past me on things invisible to me, looking inimagination, I suppose, on his own past from which he spoke.
"And if you don't like your partner, you know it then," Donoghue said."You go riding along and if he speaks to you, you want him to shut it.And if he don't speak, you ask him what in thunder he's broodin' about.And you look for him to fire up at you then, and if he don't, you feelworse than ever and go along with just a little hell burning against himin here," and he tapped his chest. "You could turn on him and eat him;yes siree, kill him with your teeth in his neck."
"This is called the return to Nature," said Apache Kid, calmly.
"Return to hell!" cried Donoghue, and Apache Kid inclined his head inacquiescence. He seemed content to let Donoghue now do the talking.
"Apache and me has come to an agreement, as he says, to go out on thetrail, and though we 've chummed together a heap----"
"In the manner of wolves," said Apache, with a half sneer.
"Yes," said Donoghue, "a good bit like that, too. Well, but on thistrail we can't go alone. It's too all-fired far and too all-firedlonely."
His gaze wandered to the mountains behind the town and Apache took upthe discourse.
"You see the idea? We want a companion to help us to keep the peace.Foolish--eh? Well, I don't blame you if you don't quite understand. You're new here. You 've never been in the mountains, day in day out, witha man whose soul an altogether different god or devil made; with a manthat you fervently hope, if there's any waking up after the last kickhere, you won't find in your happy hunting-ground beyond. You won'thave to come in between and hold us apart, you know. The mere presenceof a third party is enough."
He looked on me keenly a space and added:
"Somehow I think that you will do more than keep off the bickeringspirit. I think you 'll establish amicable relations."
It was curious to observe how the illiterate Donoghue took his partner'sspeech so much for granted.
"What's amicable?" he said.
"Friendly," said Apache Kid.
"Amicable, friendly," said Donoghue, thoughtfully. "Good word,amicable."
"The trip would be worth a couple of hundred dollars t
o you," saidApache, with his eyes on mine. "And if we happened to be out over twomonths, at the rate of a hundred a month for the time beyond."
"Well, that's straight enough talk, I guess," said Donoghue. "Is thedeal on?"
My financial condition itself was such as to preclude any doubt. Had Ibeen told plainly that it was to the Lost Cabin Mine we were going andbeen offered a share in it I would, remembering Apache Kid and Donoghueof the verandah, as I may put it, in distinction from Apache Kid andDonoghue of to-night--well, I would have feared that some heated suddenturn of mind of one or the other or both of these men might prevent mecoming into my own. Donoghue especially had a fearsome face to see. Butthere was no such suggestion. I was offered two hundred dollars and,now that the night fell and the silence deepened and the long range ofhills gloomed on us, I thought I could understand that the presence of athird man might be well worth two hundred dollars to two men of veryalien natures among the silence and the loneliness that would throw themtogether closely whether they would or not.
"The deal is on," I said.
We shook hands solemnly then and Donoghue looked toward Apache Kid asthough all the programme was not yet completed. Apache Kid nodded andproduced a roll of bills. The light was waning and he held them closeto him as he withdrew one.
"That'll make us square again," he said, handing me the roll. "I 'vekept off a five; so now we 're not obliged to each other for anything."
And then, as though to seal the compact and bear in upon me a thought ofthe expedition we were going upon, the sun disappeared behind thewestern hills and from somewhere out there, in the shadows and deepershadows of the strange piled landscape, came a long, faint sound, halfbay, half moan. It was the dusk cry of the mountain coyotes; and eitherthe echo of it or another cry came down from the hills beyond the city,only the hum of which we heard there. And when that melancholy cry, orecho, had ended, a cold wind shuddered across the land; all thatloneliness, that by day seemed to lure one ever with its sunlit peaksand its blue, meditative hollows, seemed now a place of terrors andstrange occurrences; but the lure was still there, only a differentlure,--a lure of terror and darkness instead of romance and sunlight.
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