The Max Brand Megapack (192 page)

What could she do? Try to push him away; to explain?

There was nothing to be done. She had to submit when he swept her into his arms.

“Rix has told me. Rix has told me. Ah, Nell, you little fox!”

“Told you what, Nick?”

Was he, too, a party to the murderous plan?

But he allowed himself to be pushed away.

“I’ve gone through something in the last few days. Why did you do it, girl?”

She saw suddenly that she must continue to play her part.

“Some day I’ll tell you why it was that I gave you up so easily, Nell. You thought I was afraid of Donnegan?” He ground his teeth and turned pale at the thought. “But that wasn’t it. Some day I can tell you. But after this, the first man who comes between us—Donnegan or any other—I’ll turn him into powder—under my heel!”

He ground it into the floor as he spoke. She decided that she would see how much he knew.

“It will never be Donnegan, at least,” she said. “He’s done for today. And I’m almost sorry for him in spite of all that he’s done.”

He became suddenly grave.

“What are you saying, Nell?”

“Why, Joe told you, didn’t he? They’ve drawn Donnegan out of town, and now they’re lying in wait for him. Yes, they must have him, by this time. It’s ten o’clock!”

A strangely tense exclamation broke from Lord Nick. “They’ve gone for Donnegan?”

“Yes. Are you angry?”

The big man staggered; one would have said that he had been stunned with a blow.

“Garry!” he whispered.

“What are you saying?”

“Nell,” he muttered hoarsely, “did you know about it?”

“But I did it for you, Nick. I knew you hated—”

“No, no! Don’t say it!” He added bitterly, after a moment. “This is for my sins.”

And then, to her: “But you knew about it and didn’t warn him? You hated him all the time you were laughing with him and smiling at him? Oh, Nell! What a merciless witch of a woman you are! For the rest of them—I’ll wait till they come back!”

“What are you going to do, Nick?”

“I told them I’d pay the man who killed Donnegan—with lead. Did the fools think I didn’t mean it?”

Truly, no matter what shadow had passed over the big man, he was the lion again, and Nell shrank from him.

“We’ll wait for them,” he said. “We’ll wait for them here.”

And they sat down together in the room. She attempted to speak once in a shaken voice, but he silenced her with a gesture, and after that she sat and watched in quiet the singular play of varying expressions across his face. Grief, rage, tenderness, murderous hate—they followed like a puppet play.

What was Donnegan to him? And then there was a tremor of fear. Would the three suspect when they reached the shack by the ford and no Donnegan came to them? The moments stole on. Then the soft beat of a galloping horse in the sand. The horse stopped. Presently they saw Joe Rix and Harry Masters pass in front of the window. And they looked as though a cyclone had caught them up, juggled them a dizzy distance in the air, and then flung them down carelessly upon bruising rocks. Their hats were gone; and the clothes of burly Harry Masters were literally torn from his back. Joe Rix was evidently far more terribly hurt, for he leaned on the arm of Masters and they came on together, staggering.

“They’ve done the business!” exclaimed Lord Nick. “And now, curse them, I’ll do theirs!”

But the girl could not speak. A black haze crossed before her eyes. Had Donnegan gone out madly to fight the three men in spite of her warning?

The door opened. They stood in the doorway, and if they had seemed a horrible sight passing the window, they were a deadly picture at close range. And opposite them stood Lord Nick; in spite of their wounds there was murder in his face and his revolver was out.

“You’ve met him? You’ve met Donnegan?” he asked angrily.

Masters literally carried Joe Rix to a chair and placed him in it. He had been shot through both shoulders, and though tight bandages had stanched the wound he was still in agony. Then Masters raised his head.

“We’ve met him,” he said.

“What happened?”

But Masters, in spite of the naked gun in the hand of Lord Nick, was looking straight at Nelly Lebrun.

“We fought him.”

“Then say your prayers, Masters.”

“Say prayers for the Pedlar, you fool,” said Masters bitterly. “He’s dead, and Donnegan’s still living!”

There was a faint cry from Nelly Lebrun. She sank into her chair again.

“We’ve been double-crossed,” said Masters, still looking at the girl. “I was going down the gulch the way we planned. I come to the narrow place where the cliffs almost touch, and right off the wall above me drops a wildcat. I thought it was a cat at first. And then I found it was Donnegan.

“The way he hit me from above knocked me off the horse. Then we hit the ground. I started for my gun; he got it out of my hand; I pulled my knife. He got that away, too. His fingers work with steel springs and act like a cat’s claws. Then we fought barehanded. He didn’t say a word. But kept snarling in his throat. Always like a cat. And his face was devilish. Made me sick inside. Pretty soon he dived under my arms. Got me up in the air. I came down on my head.

“Of course I went out cold. When I came to there was still a mist in front of my eyes and this lump on the back of my head. He’d figured that my head was cracked and that I was dead. That’s the only reason he left me. Later I climbed on my hoss and fed him the spur.

“But I was too late. I took the straight cut for the ford, and when I got there I found that Donnegan had been there before me. Joe Rix was lyin’ on the floor. When he got to the shack Donnegan was waitin’ for him. They went for their guns and Donnegan beat him to it. The hound didn’t shoot to kill. He plugged him through both shoulders, and left him lyin’ helpless. But I got a couple of bandages on him and saved him.

“Then we cut back for home and crossed the marsh. And there we found the Pedlar.

“Too late to help him. Maybe Donnegan knew that the Pedlar was something of a flash with a gun himself, and he didn’t take any chances. He’d met him face to face the same way he met Joe Rix and killed him. Shot him clean between the eyes. Think of shooting for the head with a snap shot! That’s what he done and Joe didn’t have time to think twice after that slug hit him. His gun wasn’t even fired, he was beat so bad on the draw.

“So Joe and me come back home. And we come full of questions!”

“Let me tell you something,” muttered Lord Nick, putting up the weapon which he had kept exposed during all of the recital. “You’ve got what was coming to you. If Donnegan hadn’t cleaned up on you, you’d have had to talk turkey with me. Understand?”

“Wait a minute,” protested Harry Masters.

And Joe Rix, almost too far gone for speech, set his teeth over a groan and cast a look of hatred at the girl.

“Wait a minute, chief. There’s one thing we all got to get straight. Somebody had tipped off Donnegan about our whole plan. Was it the Pedlar or Rix or me? I guess good sense’ll tell a man that it wasn’t none of us, eh? Then who was it? The only other person that knew about the plan—Nell—Nell, the crooked witch—and it’s her that murdered the Pedlar—curse her!”

He thrust out his bulky arm as he spoke.

“Her that lied her way into our confidence with a lot of talk about you, Nick. Then what did she do? She goes runnin’ to the gent that she said she hated. Don’t you see her play? She makes fools of us—she makes a fool out of you!”

She dared not meet the glance of Lord Nick. Even now she might have acted out her part and filled in with lies, but she was totally unnerved.

“Get Rix to bed,” was all he said, and he did not even glance at Nelly Lebrun.

Masters glowered at him, and then silently obeyed, lifting Joe as a helpless bulk, for the fat man was nearly fainting with pain. Not until they had gone and he had closed the door after them and upon the murmurs of the servants in the hall did Lord Nick turn to Nelly.

“Is it true?” he asked shortly.

Between relief and terror her mind was whirling.

“Is what true?”

“You haven’t even sense enough to lie, Nell, eh? It’s all true, then? And last night, after you’d wormed it out of Joe, you went to Donnegan?”

She could only stare miserably at him.

“And that was why you pushed me away when I kissed you a little while ago?”

Once more she was dumb. But she was beginning to be afraid. Not for herself, but for Donnegan.

“Nell, I told you I’d never let another man come between us again. I meant it. I know you’re treacherous now; but that doesn’t keep me from wanting you. It’s Donnegan again—Donnegan still? Nell, you’ve killed him. As sure as if your own finger pulled the trigger when I shoot him. He’s a dead one, and you’ve done it!”

If words would only come! But her throat was stiff and cold and aching. She could not speak.

“You’ve done more than kill him,” said Lord Nick. “You’ve put a curse on me as well. And afterward I’m going to even up with you. You hear me? Nell, when I shoot Donnegan I’m doing a thing worse than if he was a girl—or a baby. You can’t understand that; I don’t want you to know. But some time when you’re happy again and you’re through grieving for Donnegan, I’ll tell you the truth and make your heart black for the rest of your life.”

Still words would not come. She strove to cling to him and stop him, but he cast her away with a single gesture and strode out the door.

CHAPTER 42

There was no crowd to
block the hill at this second meeting of Donnegan and Lord Nick. There was a blank stretch of brown hillside with the wind whispering stealthily through the dead grass when Lord Nick thrust open the door of Donnegan’s shack and entered.

The little man had just finished shaving and was getting back into his coat while George carried out the basin of water. And Donnegan, as he buttoned the coat, was nodding slightly to the rhythm of a song which came from the cabin of the colonel near by. It was a clear, high music, and though the voice was light it carried the sound far. Donnegan looked up to Lord Nick; but still he kept the beat of the music.

He seemed even more fragile this morning than ever before. Yet Lord Nick was fresh from the sight of the torn bodies of the two fighting men whom this fellow had struck and left for dead, or dying, as he thought.

“Dismiss your servant,” said Lord Nick.

“George, you may go out.”

“And keep him out.”

“Don’t come back until I call for you.”

Big George disappeared into the kitchen and the outside door was closed. Yet even with all the doors closed the singing of Lou Macon kept running through the cabin in a sweet and continuous thread.

What made the ball so fine?

Robin Adair!

What made the assembly shine?

Robin Adair!

And no matter what Lord Nick could say, it seemed that with half his mind Donnegan was listening to the song of the girl.

“First,” said the big man, “I’ve broken my word.”

Donnegan waved his hand and dismissed the charge. He pointed to a chair, but Lord Nick paid no heed.

“I’ve broken my word,” he went on. “I promised that I’d give you a clear road to win over Nelly Lebrun. I gave you the road and you’ve won her, but now I’m taking her back!”

“Ah, Henry,” said Donnegan, and a flash of eagerness came in his eyes. “You’re a thousand times welcome to her.”

Lord Nick quivered.

“Do you mean it?”

“Henry, don’t you see that I was only playing for a purpose all the time? And if you’ve opened the eyes of Nelly to the fact that you truly love her and I’ve been only acting out of a heartless sham—why, I’m glad of it—I rejoice, Henry, I swear I do!”

He came forward, smiling, and held out his hand; Lord Nick struck it down, and Donnegan shrank back, holding his wrist tight in the fingers of his other hand.

“Is it possible?” murmured Henry Reardon. “Is it possible that she loves a man who despises her?”

“Not that! If any other man said this to me, I’d call for an explanation of his meaning, Henry. No, no! I honor and respect her, I tell you. By heaven, Nick, she has a thread of pure, generous gold in her nature!”

“Ah?”

“She has saved my life no longer ago than this morning.”

“It’s perfect,” said Lord Nick. And he writhed under a torment. “I am discarded for the sake of a man who despises her!”

Donnegan, frowning with thought, watched his older brother. And still the thin singing entered the room, that matchless old melody of “Robin Adair;” the day shall never come when that song does not go straight from heart to heart. But because Donnegan still listened to it, Lord Nick felt that he was contemptuously received, and a fresh spur was driven into his tender pride.

“Donnegan!” he said sharply.

Donnegan raised his hand slowly.

“Do you call me by that name?”

“Aye. You’ve ceased to be a brother. There’s no blood tie between us now, as I warned you before.”

Donnegan, very white, moved back toward the wall and rested his shoulders lightly against it, as though he needed the support. He made no answer.

“I warned you not to cross me again.” exclaimed Lord Nick.

“I have not.”

“Donnegan, you’ve murdered my men!”

“Murder? I’ve met them fairly. Not murder, Henry.”

“Leave out that name, I say!”

“If you wish,” said Donnegan very faintly.

The sight of his resistlessness seemed to madden Lord Nick. He made one of his huge strides and came to the center of the room and dominated all that was in it, including his brother.

“You murdered my men,” repeated Lord Nick. “You turned my girl against me with your lying love-making and turned her into a spy. You made her set the trap and then you saw that it was worked. You showed her how she could wind me around her finger again.”

“Will you let me speak?”

“Aye, but be short.”

“I swear to you, Henry, that I’ve never influenced her to act against you; except to win her away for just one little time, and she will return to you again. It is only a fancy that makes her interested in me. Look at us! How could any woman in her senses prefer me?”