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Page 64
"No!" muttered George abstractly in the same key. "I was thinking what a
rum, unfathomable old beggar Slavin is. Fancy him springing that comical
old yarn at such a time as this?"
"Ah!" murmured his comrade reflectively. "When you come to know Burke as
well as I do you'll find he's generally got some motive for these little
things--blarney and all. You laughed, didn't you? Guess we all of us
gave the giddy 'ha! ha'.' Felt quite chipper after it, too, the bunch of
us . . . well then?"
"Sh-sh!" came the sergeant's back-flung, guarded growl, "quit your gab
there! We're gettin' nigh, bhoys--here's th' brush forninst his
place . . . must go mighty quiet an' careful now."
Looming up dark and forbidding ahead of them they beheld the all-familiar
sight of the huge, shadowy thicket of pine and Balm o' Gilead clumps that
fringed the west end of Gully's ranch. Entering its gloomy depths, they
felt their way slowly and cautiously along the stump-dotted trail. At
intervals, from somewhere overhead, came the weird, depressing hoot of a
long-eared owl, and, seemingly close at hand, the shrill, mocking
"ki-yip-yapping" of coyotes echoed sharply in the stillness of the night.
Stray patches of moonlight began to filter upon the party once more as
they gradually neared the end of the rough-hewn avenue; the thick growth
of pine giving place to scattered cotton-wood clumps.
Arriving at the verge of the timber the party halted. There, some two
hundred yards distant, upon a patch of open ground partially encircled by
dense, willow-scrub, lay a ghostly-shadowed cluster of ranch buildings.
The living habitation itself stood upon a slightly raised knoll, hard
upon the river-bank. To their nostrils the night air brought the strong,
not unpleasant scent of cattle, drifting up from the numerous recumbent
bovine forms which dotted the ground all around the ranch.
Awhile the party gazed speculatively at the habitation of him--the
undoubted perpetrator of the deadly deeds--for whom they had sought so
long. The peaceful aspect of their moonlit surroundings suddenly smote
the minds of all with a strange sense of unreality, as full realization
of the sinister import of their errand came home to them. In uncanny
telepathy with their disturbed feelings sounded the owl's derisive
hooting, and the persistent mocking raillery of the coyotes.
It was Slavin who broke the long, tense silence. "Damn that 'Dismal
Jimmy' owl!" he ejaculated testily, in a low tone--"an' thim
ki-oots! . . . beggars all seem to be givin' us th' ha! ha! as if they
knew. P'raps he has beat ut on us afther all? . . . 'Tis harrd tu
say--we cannot shpot a glim from this side--winders all face east. Now!
luk a-here, all av yez!" He turned to his companions with a grim,
determined face, his deep-set eyes glittering ominously in the light of
the moon. "Lets get things cut-an'-dhried behfure we shtart in," he
whispered. "Whin he knows th' jig's up--that's if he is in--he may act
like a man av sinse, an' agree tu come peaceable--but--" and Slavin shook
his head slowly--"if he refuses . . . fwhy? . . . 't'wud be straight
suicide tu attimpt tu rush um. There's on'y wan dhure. Hidin' in th'
dark there, wid that Luger gun av his coverin' ut, we'd shtand no show at
all. He'd put th' whole bunch av us out av business--in as many shots,
behfure a man av us got a chance tu put fut inside. Now, let's see!" he
murmured reflectively. "Fwhat is th' lay av th' shack agin? There's--"
"The door and two of the windows face east," interpolated Yorke,
softly--"living-room and kitchen--one window to the south--that's his
bed-room."
"Eyah! that's ut," whispered the sergeant, "now thin--Lanky--du yu' shtay
right here wid th' harses. Kape yu're head--even if ye du hear shootin'.
Du not shtir from here onless ye get ordhers from wan av us." Turning to
the others he continued in a sibilant hiss, "Yu, Reddy, shlip along th'
edge av th' brush here, an' over th' river-bank onto th' shingle. Kape
well down an' thread careful ontil ye come forninst th' back winder.
Thin pop yu're head up circumshpict an' cover ut wid yu're carbine. Use
good judgmint tho'; none av us want tu shtart in shootin' onless we're
forced tu ut. Ondher th' circumstances 'tis best we thry an' catch um
alive."
For a moment Slavin stared after Redmond's crouching form, as his
subordinate disappeared in the gloom, "Thrust no harm comes tu th' lad,"
he muttered irresolutely, "quick as a flash is th' bhoy wid his head,
eyah! but he's inclined tu be over rash at toimes."
"Oh, he's all right," hissed Yorke reassuringly, "don't you get worrying
over him making any bad breaks, Burke. He's as fly as they make 'em."
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