White Wolf's Law: A Western Story

  CHAPTER XVI

  THE MAIL ROBBER

  It was close to seven the following morning when Pop Howes and his wifereturned home. They found Slivers Hart and Jim-twin Allen finishingtheir breakfast.

  "Anythin' happen last night?" Pop asked eagerly.

  "Nothin' a-tall," Jim replied, with his mouth full of bacon and bread.He and Slivers had spent the night in erasing the signs of the fight.

  "Then the thing didn't work?" Pop asked, and his face clouded.

  "She sure did!" Allen said quickly. "I figger yuh don't have to worrynone!"

  Directly after breakfast Slivers Hart started for town, and Pop wentout to inspect his mine. Mrs. Howes took Allen by the hand and led himinto the sitting room. She pointed an accusing finger at some holes inthe wall opposite the door.

  "Nothin' happened last night! Then please tell me how them holes got inthat wall. Now don't lie. I know--yuh saved Pop an' me once before whenwe was in Arizona, an' yuh did it ag'in last night! They are buckshotmarks, an' they was intended for Pop. Oh, Jim, Jim! Yuh are too good togo on bein' all alone!" she ended with a sigh, and there were tears inher eyes.

  "Shucks, ma'am! Where did yuh get all the loose language at?" Allenasked nervously and twisted his hat in his hand.

  "Will there ever come a time when I kin repay yuh for what yuh havedone for Pop an' me?" she asked wistfully.

  "Sure! Didn't yuh feed me pie an' let me steal some for my hosses?Ain't we even then?"

  She looked at him and shook her head. "You know, Jim, I guess youreally think that makes us even!"

  "It sure does!" Allen said decisively, as he picked up his rifle."Ma'am, don't yuh worry--things is comin' out pretty! I'm sayin'good-by, 'cause I don't figger on comin' back!"

  "Are yuh sayin' good-by to Jack?"

  "Me? Not any! After this mornin', I hopes I don't see him again for along time!"

  "Why?"

  Allen hesitated.

  "'Cause if he ketches me here, he'll sure enough lock me up, an' if hesees me afore he has time to forget things, he'll paddle the stuffin'out of me!"

  At the ludicrous seriousness on Allen's face the woman smiled. Hisexpression was like that of a small boy who has been caught stealingapples. Then her heart swelled with pity. She knew him--she knew hisjob of saving herself and others was not yet finished. Yet he thoughtso little of his own life that his chief worry was of what Jack woulddo or think.

  She watched him climb the trail that led to the shelf above the gulchand shook her head.

  "Just let me ketch folks sayin' anythin' against him an' I'll empty apan of b'ilin' dishwater on 'em!" she said aloud.

  Allen had hardly rejoined his two horses at the place where he had leftthem the night before when Slivers topped the rim of the gulch and rodetoward him.

  "Steve Brandon runs into the post office just after they close the mailbag an' makes such a holler that they opens her up, an' then he insistson droppin' a letter in personal!" Slivers reported.

  "That there stage will be along pronto!" Jim Allen cried, as he deftlytightened his cinches and swung into the saddle.

  "I'm comin' with yuh!" Slivers announced.

  "Not any!" Allen said positively. "Yuh know, kid, we figgered lastnight that we'd sorta drift down to Texas an' square yuh so yuh couldmarry that gal of yours. Yuh got to remember that Uncle Sam don't neverforget, if yuh monkey with his mail. So yuh ain't goin'!"

  "You're goin'!" Slivers argued.

  Allen grinned.

  "Hell! There ain't nothin' I could do now that would make it worse!" heexplained cheerfully.

  Slivers watched him ride down the slope toward the trail to Black Rock.

  * * * * *

  That morning Jack Allen tacked notices about the town. They read:

  The following men will leave town before sunset.

  There followed a list of ten names, and the first one was Jim-twinAllen.

  Those who are still in town after sunset will be held for investigation and later extradited, if wanted elsewhere.

  Curious crowds collected about the notices, and friends ran to warnthose whose names appeared on the list. The men named received the newsin grim silence and made no threats, but the roughs who aspired tobeing bad and had not been mentioned blustered and threatened as towhat they would do if the little sheriff from Wyoming had tried toexile them. In a town full of hard men Jack Allen had unerringlyselected the ten who were at all times dangerous, who believed intalking with their guns rather than with their mouths.

  A short time before the stage left that morning, Jack Allen walked intothe office of the jail and found Bill Tucker waiting for him.

  "Yuh sent for me?" Jack Allen asked bluntly.

  Bill Tucker silently handed Jack a letter. The little officer of thelaw read it carefully and then eyed Tucker curiously. There wassomething about the man that he could not place. Tucker should havebeen elated, and he seemed frightened.

  "This gent to be relied upon?" Allen asked after a pause.

  The big town marshal nodded. His face seemed to have grown suddenlyflabby.

  "Well," said Jack thoughtfully, "he says bluntlike that the oresshipped from the Blue Sky Mine didn't all come from out the same hole,so I reckon that means Baldy Kane is mixed up with these here quartzrobbers."

  Bill Tucker licked his dry lips and nodded.

  "Huh!" mused the little sheriff inwardly. "That's what's the matterwith him. He's scared plumb pink of Baldy! He's a hell of an officer!"Allen thought he had found the reason for Tucker's nervousness.Silently he mapped his campaign. "Baldy Kane is in town, an' mebbe if Istart toward Black Rock I could circle the town an' get into the gulchan' have a look-see at his mine without any fuss!"

  "Don't forget he's a killer, an' be darned sure to shoot first!" Tuckeradvised, as Allen strutted out the door.

  After Jack had left, Tucker wiped his face with a handkerchief andsighed with relief. He buried his head in his hands and thought hardfor several minutes, then called his deputy and said he would not beback until noon. Without further waste of time, the town marshal wentto the livery stable, secured his horse, and headed for the El DoradoMine.

  As Jack-twin Allen left town, he pulled his horse to a walk to escapethe dust of the Black Rock stage that was just ahead of him. Aboutthree miles from town he swung his horse off the trail and climbed upthe bank of the gulch. Two faint reports of a Colt floated to his ears.He remained undecided for a moment. If it had been rifle fire, he wouldhave ignored it as shots from some hunter, but this, he was sure, was ashort gun.

  "Some gent practicin' on rabbits, I reckon. Still, it can't be morethan a mile down the trail, an' I ain't in no hurry. Won't have to beback in town afore sunset, to see if them gents has left as ordered.Guess I'll take a look!"

  His horse slid down the shelving side of the gulch, and once more hetrotted along the trail to Black Rock. He did not hurry--he was simplyfollowing a sort of routine duty in investigating those shots. The hillflattened and then turned sharply into a narrow cut. Jack Allen gave anoath and spurred forward. At the farther end of the cut was the stage,with several men trying to straighten out the tangled horses.

  "What's up?" Jack snapped.

  Old Bill and the three passengers turned and stared at him for a momentbefore replying.

  "Holdup!" one of them explained at last.

  "Did yuh recognize him?" Allen asked sharply. "Which way did he go?"

  He had to wait for an answer. Here was a situation altogether uncommon.Each of the men waited for the other to reply.

  "It was Jim," Old Bill finally blurted. "He didn't make no attempt todisguise himself. He headed north!"

  Jack-twin Allen's face went white, and he stared unbelievingly at theman. Then his face changed, grew stern, and his mouth became hard. Hecircled north until he found his brother's trail and began to follow itgrimly.

  "He's only pretendin'!" Old Bill sa
id.

  "Not any!" came a reply. "Them twins ain't human. Jack is set on law,an' Jim on justice, an' there ain't nothin' they won't do to get whatthey think is right!"

  Jack Allen's mind was bitter, as he followed Jim's trail. Why had Jimdone this thing? As a sort of dare? No, he knew that was not theanswer. Then why? Some fool idea of learning something from a letter?That was it. But the fool must be taught that Uncle Sam's mail issacred. Jack Allen fought a bitter battle with himself as he rodethrough those winding hills. He cared more for Jim than for anythingelse in the world--save the law! He found his outlaw brother's traileasy to follow. No attempt had been made to throw off possible pursuitby a false scent.

  "He's in a hurry now. He'll try his stuff later. He's sure enoughcircling back to the gulch," Jack Allen told himself.

  It was well past noon when the Wyoming sheriff suddenly pulled hishorse to a sliding stop and led it into the shelter of some brush. Hetied it and then began to crawl between the clumps of sage. He breasteda slight hill. Not twenty yards away he saw Jim sorting the mail froman open mail bag at his feet Jack crouched lower and crawled ten yardsnearer, then sprang upright. His gun was in his hand, as he called:

  "Put 'em up, Jim, or, by Heaven, I'll shoot!"

  Jim Allen turned his head and stared at his brother, then slowly raisedhis hands. In one of them was a packet of letters.

  Jack Allen picked his way through the brush toward Jim. But he wasforced to keep his eyes on his brother, and one of his extra-high heelsbetrayed him. He slipped and nearly fell. During the second when Jack'seyes were off him, Jim's hand moved with incredible swiftness, and thelittle packet of letters was jammed into a fissure of the rock on whichhe was sitting.

  "Come on, Jim, drop your belts!" Jack ordered when he had recovered hisbalance.

  Jim loosened his belts and allowed his holstered guns to drop to theground. While Jack was gathering the scattered letters together, Jimthought hard. Jack must not find the letters he had hidden. He was sureone of them contained the proof he needed. Suddenly the freckle-facedoutlaw laughed aloud.

  "Jack, yuh sure is a hell of a gun fighter. When yuh slipped, I couldhave potted yuh easy!" he taunted.

  Jack Allen started, but made no reply.

  "I was so darn sure yuh was stalkin' about town tryin' to make yourselftall that I got a bit careless," Jim continued.

  "What fool idea did you have when yuh done this?" Jack said angrily.

  "Hell, I was playin' a joke on yuh!" said Jim, with a taunting grin.

  "Yuh won't think it a joke much longer! Damn yuh! I could have let mostthings pass, but yuh robbed the United States mails an' you're goin'back with me!" Jack hastily closed the mail sack. He hooked Jim's twogun belts over the pommel of the outlaw's saddled gray and then swunginto the saddle.

  "Yuh climb onto that nag I rode," Jack ordered.

  "'Fraid I'll run for it?" his twin asked sneeringly.

  Then the two started back toward town. Jim sighed with relief.

  "He's sure sore an' mad at me," he muttered to himself. "But if Ihadn't riled him, he would sure have seen them letters stickin' outbehin' that rock! I'll tell him some day--afore they hang me! They'llsure search me in jail--so why did I bring along these here letters?"

  While Jack had been busy with the horses, Jim had seized the moment tocram the letters into his pocket. But he knew he would be searched atthe jail.

  For want of a better hiding place, therefore, he thrust them into oneof the empty saddlebags on Jack's horse!

  The slanting rays of the sun hanging over the peaks of the Bear's-footMountains were again hitting the piles of old cans and bottles, as thetwo brothers rode into town. Jim's face seemed aged, and Jack's hard.People stared at them in wonder. Like a flash the news spread about thetown.

  "Jack Allen is locking up his brother, Jim, as a mail robber!"

  Jack thrust Jim into one of the strongest cells in the Goldville jailand locked the door. He departed without a word.