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第7章 CHAPTER THREE(1)

In a still sunny gulch which shadows would presently fill to the brim, Casey Ryan was reaching, soiled bandanna in his hand, to pull a pot of bubbling coffee from the coals,--a pot now blackened with the smoke of many campfires to prove how thoroughly a part of the open land it had become.-Something nipped at his right shoulder, and at the same instant ticked the coffeepot and overturned it into a splutter of steam and hot ashes.-The spiteful crack of a rifle shot followed close.-Casey ducked behind a nose of rock, and big Barney Oakes scuttled for cover, spilling bacon out of the frying pan as he went.

For a week the two had been camped in this particular gulch, which drew in to a mere wrinkle on the southwestern slope of the black-topped butte, toward which the Joshua tree in the pass had directed them.-Nearly a week they had spent toiling across the hilly, waterless waste, with two harrowing days when their canteens flopped empty on the burros and big Barney stumbled oftener than Casey liked to see.-Casey himself had gone doggedly ahead, his body bent forward, his square shoulders sagging a bit, but with never a thought of doing anything but go on.

A red splotch high up on the side of this gulch promised "water formation" as prospectors have a way of putting it.-They had found the water, else adventure would have turned to tragedy.

Near the water they had also found a promising outcropping of silver-bearing quartz.-Barney's blowpipe had this very day shown them silver in castle-building quantities.

Just at this moment, however, they were not thinking of mines.

They were eyeing a round hole in the coffeepot from which a brown rivulet ran spitting into the blackening coals.

Casey was the more venturesome.-He raised himself to see if he could discover where the bullet had come from, and very nearly met the fate of the coffeepot.-He felt the wind of a second bullet that spatted against a boulder near Barney.-Barney burrowed deeper into his covert.

Casey went down on all fours and crawled laboriously toward a concealing bank covered thick with brush.-A third bullet clipped a twig of sage just about three inches above the middle of his back, and Casey flattened on his stomach and swore.-Some one on the peak of the hill had good eyesight, he decided.-Neither spoke, other than to swear in undertones; for voices carried far in that clear atmosphere, and nothing could be gained by conversation.

Darkness never had poured so slowly into that gulch since the world was young.-The campfire had died to black embers before Casey ventured from his covert, and Barney Oakes seemed to have holed up for the season.-Unless you have lived for a long while in a land altogether empty of any human life save your own, you cannot realize the effect of having mysterious bullets zip past your ears and ruin your supper for you.

"Somebody's gunnin' fer us, looks like t' me," Barney observed belatedly in a hoarse whisper, from his covert.

"Found that out, did yuh?-Well, it ain't the first time Casey's been shot at and missed," Casey retorted peevishly in the lee of the bank.-"Say! I knowed the sing of bullets before I was old enough to carry a tune."

"So'd I," boasted Barney, "but that ain't sayin' I learned t' like the song."

"What I'm figurin' out now," said Casey, "is how to get up there an' AT 'am.-An' how we kin do it without him seein' us.-Goin' t' be kinda ticklish--but it ain't the first ticklish job Casey Ryan ever tackled."

"It can't be did," Barney stated flatly.-"An' if it could be did, I wouldn't do it.-I ain't as easy t' miss as what you be.

I got bulk."

"A hole bored through your tallow might mebbe do you good," Casey suggested harshly.-"Might let in a little sand.-You can't never tell--"

"My vitals," said Barney with dignity, "is just as close to the surface as what your vitals be.-I ain't so fat--I'm big.-An' I got all the sand I need.-I also have got sense, which some men lacks"

"What yuh figurin' on doin'?" Casey wanted to know.-"Set here under a bush an' let 'em pick yuh up same as they would a cottontail, mebbe? We got a hull night to work in, an' Casey's eyes is as good as anybody's in the dark.-More'n that, Casey's six-gun kin shoot just as hard an' fast as a rifle--let 'im git close enough."

Barney did not want to be left alone and said so frankly.

Neither did he want to climb the butte.-He could see no possible gain in climbing to meet an enemy or enemies who could hear the noise of approach. It was plain suicide, he declared, and Barney Oakes was not ready to die.

But Casey could never listen to argument when a fight was in prospect. He filled a canteen, emptied a box of cartridges into his pocket, stuck his old, Colt six-shooter inside his trousers belt, and gave Barney some parting instruction under his breath.

Barney was to move camp down under the bank by the spring, and dig himself in there, so that the only approach would be up the narrow gulch.-He would then wait until Casey returned.

"Somebody's after our outfit, most likely," Casey reasoned. "It ain't the first time I've knowed it to happen.-So you put the hull outfit outa sight down there an' stand guard over it.-If we'd 'a' run when they opened up, they'd uh cleaned us out and left us flat.-They's two of us, an' we'll git 'em from two sides."

He stuffed cold bannock into the pocket that did not hold the cartridges and disappeared, climbing the side of the gulch opposite the point which held their ambitious marksman.

To Barney's panicky expostulations he had given little heed. "If yore vitals is as close to your hide as what you claim," Casey had said impatiently, "an' you don't want any punctures in 'em, git to work an' git that hide of yourn outa sight. It'll take some diggin'; they's a lot of yuh to cover."

Barney, therefore, dug like a badger with a dog snuffing at its tail. Casey, on the other hand, climbed laboriously in the darkness a bluff he had not attempted to climb by daylight.-It was hard work and slow, for he felt the need of going quietly.

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