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"I love her. She's my wife!"
The deadness about Kells suddenly changed. Joan flung herself before him.
"Kells--listen," she whispered in swift, broken pa.s.sion. "Jim Cleve was--my sweetheart--back in Hoadley. We quarreled. I taunted him. I said he hadn't nerve enough--even to be bad. He left me--bitterly enraged.
Next day I trailed him. I wanted to fetch him back.... You remember--how you met me with Robert--how you killed Roberts? And all the rest?...
When Jim and I met out here--I was afraid to tell you. I tried to influence him. I succeeded--till we got to Alder Creek. There he went wild. I married him--hoping to steady him.... Then the day of the lynching--we were separated from you in the crowd. That night we hid--and next morning took the stage. Gulden and his gang held up the stage. They thought you had put us there. We fooled them, but we had to come on--here to Cabin Gulch--hoping to tell--that you'd let us go....
And now--now--"
Joan had not strength to go on. The thought of Gulden made her faint.
"It's true, Kells," added Cleve, pa.s.sionately, as he faced the incredulous bandit. "I swear it. Why, you ought to see now!"
"My G.o.d, boy, I DO see!" gasped Kells. That dark, sodden thickness of comprehension and feeling, indicative of the hold of drink, pa.s.sed away swiftly. The shock had sobered him.
Instantly Joan saw it--saw in him the return of the other and better Kells, how stricken with remorse. She slipped to her knees and clasped her arms around him. He tried to break her hold, but she held on.
"Get up!" he ordered, violently. "Jim, pull her away!... Girl, don't do that in front of me... I've just gambled away--"
"Her life, Kells, only that, I swear," cried Cleve.
"Kells, listen," began Joan, pleadingly. "You will not let that--that CANNIBAL have me?"
"No, by G.o.d!" replied Kells, thickly. "I was drunk--crazy.... Forgive me, girl! You see--how did I know--what was coming?... Oh, the whole thing is h.e.l.lis.h.!.+"
"You loved me once," whispered Joan, softly. "Do you love me still?...
Kells, can't you see? It's not too late to save my life--and YOUR soul!... Can't you see? You have been bad. But if you save me now--from Gulden--save me for this boy I've almost ruined--you--you.... G.o.d will forgive you!... Take us away--go with us--and never come back to the border."
"Maybe I can save you," he muttered, as if to himself. He appeared to want to think, but to be bothered by the clinging arms around him. Joan felt a ripple go over his body and he seemed to heighten, and the touch of his hands thrilled.
Then, white and appealing, Cleve added his importunity.
"Kells, I saved your life once. You said you'd remember it some day.
Now--now!... For G.o.d's sake don't make me shoot her!"
Joan rose from her knees, but she still clasped Kells. She seemed to feel the mounting of his spirit, to understand how in this moment he was rising out of the depths. How strangely glad she was for him!
"Joan, once you showed me what the love of a good woman really was. I've never seen the same since then. I've grown better in one way--worse in all others.... I let down. I was no man for the border. Always that haunted me. Believe me, won't you--despite all?"
Joan felt the yearning in him for what he dared not ask. She read his mind. She knew he meant, somehow, to atone for his wrong.
"I'll show you again," she whispered. "I'll tell you more. If I'd never loved Jim Cleve--if I'd met you, I'd have loved you.... And, bandit or not, I'd have gone with you to the end of the world!"
"Joan!" The name was almost a sob of joy and pain. Sight of his face then blinded Joan with her tears. But when he caught her to him, in a violence that was a terrible renunciation, she gave her embrace, her arms, her lips without the vestige of a lie, with all of womanliness and sweetness and love and pa.s.sion. He let her go and turned away, and in that instant Joan had a final divination that this strange man could rise once to heights as supreme as the depths of his soul were dark.
She dashed away her tears and wiped the dimness from her eyes. Hope resurged. Something strong and sweet gave her strength.
When Kells wheeled he was the Kells of her earlier experience--cool, easy, deadly, with the smile almost amiable, and the strange, pale eyes.
Only the white radiance of him was different. He did not look at her.
"Jim, will you do exactly what I tell you?"
"Yes, I promise," replied Jim.
"How many guns have you?"
"Two."
"Give me one of them."
Cleve held out the gun that all the while he had kept in his hand. Kells took it and put it in his pocket.
"Pull your other gun--be ready," said he, swiftly. "But don't you shoot once till I go down!... Then do your best.... Save the last bullet for Joan--in case--"
"I promise," replied Cleve, steadily.
Then Kells drew a knife from a sheath at his belt. It had a long, bright blade. Joan had seen him use it many a time round the camp-fire. He slipped the blade up his sleeve, retaining the haft of the knife in his hand. He did not speak another word. Nor did he glance at Joan again.
She had felt his gaze while she had embraced him, as she raised her lips. That look had been his last. Then he went out. Jim knelt beside the door, peering between post and curtain.
Joan staggered to the c.h.i.n.k between the logs. She would see that fight if it froze her blood--the very marrow of her bones.
The gamblers were intent upon their game. Not a dark face looked up as Kells sauntered toward the table. Gulden sat with his back to the door. There was a shaft of sunlight streaming in, and Kells blocked it, sending a shadow over the bent heads of the gamesters. How significant that shadow--a blackness barring gold! Still no one paid any attention to Kells.
He stepped closer. Suddenly he leaped into swift and terrible violence.
Then with a lunge he drove the knife into Gulden's burly neck.
Up heaved the giant, his mighty force overturning table and benches and men. An awful boom, strangely distorted and split, burst from him.
Then Kells blocked the door with a gun in each hand, but only the one in his right hand spurted white and red. Instantly there followed a mad scramble--hoa.r.s.e yells, over which that awful roar of Gulden's predominated--and the bang of guns. Clouds of white smoke veiled the scene, and with every shot the veil grew denser. Red flashes burst from the ground where men were down, and from each side of Kells. His form seemed less instinct with force; it had shortened; he was sagging. But at intervals the red spurt and report of his gun showed he was fighting.
Then a volley from one side made him stagger against the door. The clear spang of a Winchester spoke above the heavy boom of the guns.
Joan's eyesight recovered from its blur or else the haze of smoke drifted, for she saw better. Gulden's actions fascinated her, horrified her. He had evidently gone crazy. He groped about the room, through the smoke, to and fro before the fighting, yelling bandits, grasping with huge hands for something. His sense of direction, his equilibrium, had become affected. His awful roar still sounded above the din, but it was weakening. His giant's strength was weakening. His legs bent and buckled under him. All at once he whipped out his two big guns and began to fire as he staggered--at random. He killed the wounded Blicky. In the melee he ran against Jesse Smith and thrust both guns at him. Jesse saw the peril and with a shriek he fired point-blank at Gulden. Then as Gulden pulled triggers both men fell. But Gulden rose, b.l.o.o.d.y-browed, bawling, still a terrible engine of destruction. He seemed to glare in one direction and shoot in another. He pointed the guns and apparently pulled the triggers long after the shots had all been fired.
Kells was on his knees now with only one gun. This wavered and fell, wavered and fell. His left arm hung broken. But his face flashed white through the thin, drifting clouds of smoke.
Besides Gulden the bandit Pike was the only one not down, and he was hard hit. When he shot his last he threw the gun away, and, drawing a knife, he made at Kells. Kells shot once more, and hit Pike, but did not stop him. Silence, after the shots and yells, seemed weird, and the groping giant, trying to follow Pike, resembled a huge phantom. With one wrench he tore off a leg of the overturned table and brandished that. He swayed now, and there was a whistle where before there had been a roar.
Pike fell over the body of Blicky and got up again. The bandit leader staggered to his feet, flung the useless gun in Pike's face, and closed with him in weak but final combat. They lurched and careened to and fro, with the giant Gulden swaying after them. Thus they struggled until Pike moved under Gulden's swinging club. The impetus of the blow carried Gulden off his balance. Kells seized the haft of the knife still protruding from the giant's neck, and he pulled upon it with all his might. Gulden heaved up again, and the movement enabled Kells to pull out the knife. A bursting gush of blood, thick and heavy, went flooding before the giant as he fell.
Kells dropped the knife, and, tottering, surveyed the scene before him--the gasping Gulden, and all the quiet forms. Then he made a few halting steps, and dropped near the door.
Joan tried to rush out, but what with the unsteadiness of her limbs and Jim holding her as he went out, too, she seemed long in getting to Kells.
She knelt beside him, lifted his head. His face was white--his eyes were open. But they were only the windows of a retreating soul. He did not know her. Consciousness was gone. Then swiftly life fled.
20
Cleve steadied Joan in her saddle, and stood a moment beside her, holding her hands. The darkness seemed clearing before her eyes and the sick pain within her seemed numbing out.