The Greatest Adventure Books - MacLeod Raine Edition. William MacLeod Raine

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      Chapter XVI.

       The Wolf Bites

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      Steve came drowsily to consciousness from confused dreams of a cattle stampede and the click of rifles in the hands of enemies who had the drop on him. The rare, untempered sunshine of the Rockies poured into his window from a world outside, wonderful as the early morning of creation. The hillside opposite was bathed miraculously in a flood of light, in which grasshoppers fiddled triumphantly their joy in life. The sources of his dreams discovered themselves in the bawl of thirsty cattle and the regular clicking of a windmill.

      A glance at his watch told him that it was six o’clock.

      “Time to get up, Steve,” he told himself, and forthwith did.

      He chose a rough crash towel, slipped on a pair of Howard’s moccasins, and went down to the river through an ambient that had the sparkle and exhilaration of champagne. The mountain air was still finely crisp with the frost, in spite of the sun warmth that was beginning to mellow it. Flinging aside the Indian blanket he had caught up before leaving the cabin, he stood for an instant on the bank, a human being with the physical poise, compactness, and lithe-muscled smoothness of a tiger.

      Even as he plunged a rifle cracked. While he dived through the air, before the shock of the icy water tingled through him, he was planning his escape. The opposite bank rose ten feet above the stream. He kept under the water until he came close to this, then swam swiftly along it with only his head showing, so as to keep him out of sight as much as possible.

      Half a stone’s throw farther the bank fell again to the water’s edge, the river having broadened and grown shallow, as mountain creeks do. The ranger ran, stooping, along the bank, till it afforded him no more protection, then dashed across the stony-bottomed stream to the shelter of the thick aspens beyond.

      Just as he expected, a shot rang from far up the mountainside. In another instant he was safe in the foliage of the young aspens.

      In the sheer exhilaration of his escape he laughed aloud.

      “Last show to score gone, Mr. Struve. I figured it just right. He waited too long for his first shot. Then the bank hid me. He wasn’t expecting to see me away down the stream, so he hadn’t time to sight his second one.”

      Steve wound his way in and out among the aspens, working toward the tail of them, which ran up the hill a little way and dropped down almost to the back door of the cabin. Upon this he was presently pounding.

      Howard let him in. He had a revolver in his hand, the first weapon he could snatch up.

      “You durned old idiot! It’s a wonder you ain’t dead three ways for Sunday,” he shouted joyfully at sight of him. “Ain’t I told you ‘steen times to do what bathin’ you got to do, right here in the shack?”

      The Texan laughed again. Naked as that of Father Adam, his splendid body was glowing with the bath and the exercise.

      “He’s ce’tainly the worst chump ever, Alec. Had me in sight all the way down to the creek, but waited till I wasn’t moving. Reckon he was nervous. Anyhow, he waited just one-tenth of a second too late. Shot just as I leaned forward for my dive. He gave me a free hair-cut though.”

      A swath showed where the bullet had mowed a furrow of hair so close that in one place it had slightly torn the scalp.

      “He shot again, didn’t he?”

      “Yep. I swam along the far bank, so that he couldn’t get at me, and crossed into the aspens. He got another chance as I was crossing, but he had to take it on the fly, and missed.”

      The cattleman surveyed the hillside cautiously through the front window. “I reckon he’s pulled his freight, most likely. But we’ll stay cooped for a while, on the chance. You’re the luckiest cuss I ever did see. More lives than a cat.”

      Howard laid his revolver down within reach, and proceeded to light a fire in the stove, from which rose presently the pleasant odors of aromatic coffee and fried ham and eggs.

      “Come and get it, Steve,” said Howard, by way of announcing breakfast. “No, you don’t. I’ll take the window seat, and at that we’ll have the curtain drawn.”

      They were just finishing breakfast when Siegfried cantered up.

      “You bane ready, Steve?” he called in.

      Howard appeared in the doorway. “Say, Sig, go down to the corral and saddle up Teddy for Steve, will you? Some of his friends have been potshotting at him again. No damage done, except to my feelings, but there’s nothing like being careful.”

      Siegfried’s face darkened. “Ay bane like for know who it vas?”

      Howard laughed. “Now, if you’ll tell Steve that he’ll give you as much as six bits, Sig. He’s got notions, but they ain’t worth any more than yours or mine. Say, where you boys going to-day? I’ve a notion to go along.”

      “Oh, just out for a little pasear,” Steve answered casually. “Thought you were going to work on your south fence to-day.”

      “Well, I reckon I better. It sure needs fixing. You lads take good care of yourselves. I don’t need to tell you not to pass anywhere near the run, Sig,” he grinned, with the manner of one giving a superfluous warning.

      Fraser looked at Siegfried, with a smile in his eyes. “No, we’ll not pass the run to-day, Alec.”

      A quarter of an hour later they were in the saddle and away. Siegfried did not lead his friend directly up the cañon that opened into Jack Rabbit Run, but across the hills to a pass, which had to be taken on foot. They left the horses picketed on a grassy slope, and climbed the faint trail that went steeply up the bowlder-strewn mountain.

      The ascent was so steep that the last bit had to be done on all fours. It was a rock face, though by no means an impossible one, since projecting ledges and knobs offered a foothold all the way. From the summit, the trail edged its way down so precipitously that twice fallen pines had to be used as ladders for the descent.

      As soon as they were off the rocks, the big blonde gave СКАЧАТЬ