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  CHAPTER II

  THE CRAZY WOMAN

  They had traveled a long time it seemed to Kate, and having climbed allthe hills in the country, were going down a moderate grade with thehind wheels sputtering unamiably at the brakes, when Belle broke a longsilence: "Where are we, Bill?" she demanded, familiarly.

  "The Crazy Woman," Bradley answered briefly. Kate did not understand,but by this time she had learned in such circumstances to hold hertongue.

  "He means the creek," explained Belle. "It's way down there ahead ofus."

  Strain her eyes as she would, Kate could see only the blackness of thedarkness ahead.

  "'N' b' jing!" muttered Bradley, as Kate peered into nothingness,"she's whinin' t'night f'r fair."

  Again for an instant Kate did not comprehend. Then the leads wereswung sharply by Bradley to the left. The stage rounded what Kateafterward frequently recognized as an overhanging shoulder of rock onthe road down to the creek, and a vague, dull roar swept up from below.

  Bradley halted the horses, climbed down, and taking the lantern wentforward on foot to investigate.

  "Must have been a cloudburst in the mountains," remarked Belle,listening; and Kate was to learn that a cloudless sky gives noassurance whatever for the passage of a mountain stream.

  The lantern disappeared, to come into sight again farther down thetrail, and while both women talked, the faint light swung at intervalsin and out of their vision as Bradley reconnoitered. Kate was a littleworried, but her companion sat quite unmoved, even when Bradleyreturned and reported the creek "roarin'."

  "That bein' the case," he muttered, "I'm thinkin' the Double-drawbridge has took up its timbers and walked likewise."

  The Double-draw bridge! How well Kate was to know that name; but thatnight it seemed, like everything else, only very queer.

  "Bradley," protested Belle, now very much disturbed, "that can't be."

  "We'll see," retorted Bradley, gathering his reins and releasing hisbrake as he spoke to the horses. "I don't guess myself there's muchleft o' that bridge." Only the expletive he placed before the lastword revealed his own genuine annoyance and Kate prudently asked nofurther questions. Some instinct convinced her she was already anuisance on the silent Bradley's hands. The ford--off the mainroad--was where he had purposed setting Kate over, as he expressed it,to the ranch. Double-draw bridge--on the road to the fort andReservation--was two miles above.

  The horses climbed the long hill again and started on the road for thebridge.

  "If the Double-draw is out," sighed Belle resignedly, "I reckon we'retrapped."

  For the first time now they could hear the hoofs of the two teamssinking into and pulling out of mud. It grew deeper as they descendedthe long grade toward the bridge and clouds obscured the light of thestars.

  With the horses stumbling on, the women watched for something to meeteither sight or hearing, but there was nothing until they again nearedthe creek. Then the same vague roar rose on the night and as theyrimmed the bench above the creek a faint, ghastly light on the easternhorizon betokened a rising moon. Down the trail they stopped indarkness and Bradley again clambered down from his box with the lanternto investigate.

  "'Z fur 'z I c'n see," he reported when he came back, "th' bridge isall right, but mos'ly under water."

  "Can we get across?" Belle Shockley asked querulously.

  Bradley answered with hesitation: "Why--yes----"

  "Oh, good!"

  "And no."

  "What does that mean?" snapped Belle.

  "We can't get across tonight--we might in the mornin'."

  Kate kept silence, but Belle was persistent. "What are we going todo?" she demanded; "go 'way back to Sleepy Cat?"

  "Not in a milyun years," returned Bradley, calmly. "We're goin' topull out t' one side 'n' camp right here till daylight. Ef I didn'thave you wimmen on my hands, I might take a chanst with the mail," hewent on, drawing his horses carefully around to where he meant to camp."Me and the horses could make it, even 'f we lost the wagon. But Iw'dn't like the job of huntin' for you folks in the Crazy Woman with alantern--not tonight. She's surely a-rip-roarin'. Well; t'hell withher 'n' all creeks like her, say I," he wound up, chirruping kindly tohis uncomplaining beasts.

  "You don't like creeks," suggested Belle.

  "Dry creeks--yes. Wouldn't care if I never seen another wet creek fromnow till kingdom come--Whoa, Nellie!" he called to the off lead marewho was feeling the way for her companions back to a safe spot for ahalt. "This is good, right here."

  Belle showed her fellow-traveler how to lie down with some comfort onthe leather seat, and as they had one for each she gave Kate herchoice. Kate, to put Belle between her and any man in front, took theback seat. The side curtains were let down and with a mail sacksupplied by Bradley for a pillow, Kate, drawing her big coat over her,curled up for a rest.

  The excitement of the journey had worn away. The delay she wasdisposed to accept philosophically. It took some time for Bradley tounhitch and dispose of the horses to his satisfaction, and theirs, andhis mumblings and the sound of their moving about and champing theirbits fell a long time on Kate's drowsy ears. Belle went to sleep atonce, and though sleep was the last thing Kate expected to achieve, shedid fall asleep--with the Crazy Woman singing wildly in her ears.

  She had hardly lost herself, it seemed, when Bradley roused hispassengers. The storm waters were creeping up over the bench wherethey had camped and with much impatient sputtering, Bradley hitched thepole team to the stage and, in his pet, retreated into the hills forassured safety. Even the noise of the flood failed to follow themthere and they disposed themselves once more to rest.

  How long she slept this time, Kate did not know, but she was awakenedby voices.

  The night had grown very cold and death itself could not have been moresilent. Yet at intervals Kate heard the low converse of two voices;they were not far away and both were men's.

  A panic seized her. Her heart beat like the roll of a drum and thennearly stopped. What might happen now? she asked herself. And whatcould she fear but the worst? In the dead of night--marooned in a wildcountry, with only a queer woman and two strange men. Could it be aplot? she asked herself. In the fear that gripped her she could hardlybreathe, and to think was only to invite added agonies of apprehension.She sat quickly up, breathing hurriedly now and her heart racing. Thenshe heard the even breathing of her companion on the seat ahead. Tomake sure it was she, Kate put her hand over and touched Belle'sshoulder. Reassured a little, but ready to push aside the curtain andspring from the stage at the least alarm, Kate listened painfully; thevoices reached her ears again.

  One was Bradley's--of that she felt sure; the other, deeper, more full,and with a curiously even carrying quality through the silent night,she knew she had never heard before; but the darkness, the solitude,the shock of strange surroundings, if nothing else, made it terrifyingto her. Kate had never been reckoned a timid girl, but she listeneddumb with fear. Bradley did most of the talking. He was recounting,with occasional profanity, the mishaps of his trip, beginning with thelate train.

  "Any passengers?" Kate heard the stranger ask.

  "Two women--c'n y' beat it? One of 'em a girl for Doubleday's."

  "What can a girl be wanting at Doubleday's?"

  "D'no. Came off the train tonight."

  "The Double-draw is out."

  "Jing!" exclaimed Bradley, "it was there an hour ago."

  "The ford is your only chance to get her over."

  "Can I make it?"

  "You've got good horses; you ought to make it by daylight."

  "Hear they got a new foreman over at Doubleday's," Bradley said.

  There was no comment, unless the silence could be so construed.

  "Tom Stone," added Bradley, as if bound to finish.

  There was an instant and angry exclamation, none the less ferociousbecause of the restrained feeling in its sudden utterance.

  "Doubleday se
ts a good deal by what Van Horn says; I reckon he put himin there," suggested Bradley.

  There was a further silence. Then she heard the stranger dryly say: "Iexpect so." It seemed as if behind everything he did say there was somuch left unsaid.

  "I never got rightly, Jim," Bradley went on, "how you 'n' Van Horn'srelated."

  "I hope you never will," returned the man saluted as "Jim," in the samelow, cold tone. "We're not related. He was my partner--once."

  "Stone will change things at the ranch."

  "He can't hurt them much."

  "I guess they're full bad," said Bradley, and then, lowering his voice:"The gal's asleep there in the stage. How'd the land contest they madeon y' at Medicine Bend come off?"

  "The cattlemen own that Land Office. I'll beat the bunch atWashington."

  "Doubleday wanted me to go down to swear. I wouldn't do it--wasn'teven at the trial----"

  "No honest man was, from Doubleday's."

  "Was it Stone cut your wire, Jim?"

  "You know as much about it as I do."

  "Got it up again?"

  "All I could find."

  "Meaner 'n' hell over there, ain't they?"

  There was no comment.

  "How long you goin' to stand it, Jim?" persisted Bradley. And afterthe odd pause, the slow answer: "Till I get tired."

  "That'll be about the time they rip it off again."

  "About that time, Bill."

  "Well," hazarded the old driver, meditatively, "the boys are waitin'.They say you're slow to start anything, Jim; but they look f'r hell t'pay when y' do."

  To the stranger--it seemed to Kate--words must be worth their weight ingold, he parted with them so sparingly.

  "What's this talk 'bout Farrell Kennedy makin' a depity marshal, Jim?"

  "Mostly talk, Bill. Good night."

  "Farrel offered it to y', didn't he?"'

  "So Lefever says."

  "Where y' headin' f'r now?" persisted Bradley, as Kate heard theshuffle of a horse's feet.

  "Home."

  "They ain't burned your shack?" Bradley asked with a half chuckle.

  Kate just heard the man's reply: "Not yet."

  The hoofbeats drew away. Kate cautiously pushed back her curtain.

  The late moon was shining in an old and ghostly light. Distant heightsrose like black walls against the sky. At intervals a peak brokesharply above the battlements, or a rift in a closer sierra opened toshow the stars.

  Kate could hear but could not for some time see the galloping horseman.Then of a sudden he reached the brow of a low hill and rode swiftly outinto the spectral light. There he halted. Horse and rider stood for amoment silhouetted against the sky. The horse chafed at his bit. Hestretched his head restively into the north, his rider sittingmotionless, a somber flat hat crowning his spare figure. For barely amoment the man sat thus immovable. Then he turned slightly in thesaddle and the horse struck off into the night.

  Drowsiness had deserted the tired girl that watched him. While hercompanions slept she sat in the solitude waiting for day. Bradley, asgood as an alarm dock, was stirring with the first streak and feedinghis horses. He told his passengers that the bridges were all out andhe was going back to the ford.

  Belle, incredulous, when first told by Kate of a visitor in the night,had no scruples in asking questions:

  "Who was here last night, Bill?"

  "Wha'd' y' mean?" he countered, gathering up his lines.

  "What man was it, you were talking to?" she demanded.

  "I guess if I was talkin' to any man," he grumbled, "I was talkin' inmy sleep. You must 'a' been 'a' dreamin'."

  "Oh, come now, 'fess up, Bill." Belle nodded toward Kate. "She wasawake."

  Bradley started the horses, shifted on the box and looked not too wellpleased: "I wasn't talkin' to nobody last night----"

  "Bill, what a whopper."

  "If you mean this mornin'----" he went on, doggedly.

  "Well--who was here?"

  "Jim Laramie."

  "Jim Laramie!" echoed Belle, catching her breath and poking Kate withher elbow. "Wonder he didn't hold us up."

  Bradley scowled but said nothing.

  "Bradley doesn't like that," murmured Belle to Kate, as soon as thecreaking of the wheels gave her a chance to speak without his hearing."He's a friend of Jim's."

  "Where did he come from?" continued Belle, raising her voice towardBradley.

  Bradley took his time to answer: "Claimed he was goin' home," he saidlaconically.

  "How could he get across the creek with the bridges out?" persistedBelle.

  Bradley's eyes were on his horses. He was weary of question: "Highwater wouldn't bother him much."

  "Well, I want to know! I should think it would bother anybody the wayit was sweeping down last night."

  "Hell!" ejaculated Bradley, parting with his manners and his patiencetogether: "Jim could swim the Crazy Woman with his horse's feet tied."

  "Who _is_ 'Jim'?" Kate demanded of her companion in an undertone.

  "Jim Laramie? He lives in the Falling Wall."