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Judith sat down on the edge of the bunk. In the uncertain light of the candle she looked all eyes.
"Doug, what is the matter lately? I never know when you're going to take my head plumb off."
"Oh, shut up, can't you! I don't see why girls can't let a fellow alone!"
"Tell me, Doug: Why did you keep me from going with Dad on Monday morning?"
Douglas straightened up, his back to the stove, scowled, sighed, then said, "I feel like I wanted you to be like the girls in books and not like these wild women round here. And if you don't know what I mean, you are a fool."
"Douglas Spencer, you know I'm just as good as any girl that ever lived in any book!"
"I know that, and I propose to keep you so." Doug lighted a cigarette.
"Since when were you so interested, I'd like to know?"
"That is none of your business. Only, from now on you toe the mark, miss."
"You're not my boss, Doug Spencer!"
"Yes, I am," returned Douglas serenely. He finished making up a bed on the floor, rolled himself in two of the quilts and pulled the corner of one over his head.
Judith put out her tongue at his m.u.f.fled form and crept under the quilts that remained on the bunk. By and by the moonlight appeared through the window. The stove grew cold. The howling of the coyotes circled nearer and nearer. Suddenly a rifle-shot rung out, then another. The shots did not waken the sleeping boy and girl, but the mule brayed and began to kick with the rapidity of machine-gun fire. They both jumped up and ran out. The mule was just disappearing across the trail. Douglas jumped on Swift's bare back, catching the lariat from the saddle that lay on the manger.
"I'll come too, on James!" cried Judith. "I'll ride to the right!"
Douglas urged Swift through the drifts, circled a cedar grove, and saw the mule stop to sniff at a horse which stood beside a dark heap in the snow. Judith appeared around the opposite side of the grove and the mule dashed away. They both hurried toward the quiet heap on the ground. A man lay in the drifts, his rifle beside him. It was Oscar Jefferson, with blood running out of his temple into the snow.
"Is he dead?" whispered Judith, crowding James up against Swift.
"I guess so. Must have been the shot that scared the mule. Come on, Judith! We've got to get him into the cabin, somehow."
Judith began to cry. "I couldn't touch a dead man, Douglas!"
Douglas' own lips were very uncertain in the moonlight but he answered, firmly enough, "We've got to do it. The coyotes will get him here."
"They'll say we shot him!" sobbed Judith.
Doug gave a start. "They sure-gawd will! What shall we do, Jude?"
"Go off and leave him and say nothing about it."
"With our horses' tracks all round him! You're crazy! Anyhow, we couldn't go off and leave a neighbor like this. 'Tisn't Lost Chief manners."
"All right." Jude wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "Let's put the lariat round his feet and let Jeff's horse pull him to the cabin. It won't hurt him in the soft snow."
"Nothing will hurt him any more, poor old Jeff," said Douglas.
He dismounted and moved toward the body. Then, with teeth chattering audibly, he tied the lariat round Jeff's feet and told Jude to get on to the saddled horse.
"Guide him easy. I'll walk and lead the other horses and see that nothing goes wrong."
Still whimpering, Judith obeyed, and the strange little procession moved toward the cabin. When they reached the shed, Doug loosened the lariat.
"Judith," he said, "the best thing we can do is to put him in the buckboard and take him home."
"I'm so afraid of a dead man, Doug!"
"So am I. But it's only poor old Oscar, after all, who's been our next-door neighbor all our lives. We can't leave him here alone, like a dead horse. We'll take him home. That's what Dad or any of the men would do. Come on, Jude."
They established poor Oscar on the floor of the buckboard, among the mail bags. They hitched up James and Oscar's big black, and tied Swift to the tail end. All this time the moon shone coldly on the white hills, and the coyotes howled nearer and nearer.
"Cover him deep with the quilts, Doug," whispered Judith. "I'm going to make up a pot of hot coffee, before we start."
"How about that mule?" whispered Douglas.
"Let it go plumb to h.e.l.l!" returned Judith. "Scott's the one should have been shot, for sending you out with such a brute!"
"If it hadn't been for the mule, we'd never have found him," muttered Douglas.
It was not much after eleven when the two, huddled together on the seat of the buckboard, started back for Lost Chief. The cold was so intense that they were obliged to take turns driving. When the road permitted, they walked until even their hardy lungs demanded rest. Then they huddled together again, their knees touching the dashboard, lest Oscar's poor dead feet should thrust against theirs.
They talked very little except to guess as to the probable name of the murderer. Toward dawn, when the moon had set and Douglas was trusting the trail to the horses, he said:
"Do you remember at the schoolhouse Sunday, when Charleton said he didn't believe in a hereafter, old Jeff chimed in and said, 'Me too'?"
"I remember," replied Judith.
"What do you suppose Jeff thinks about it now?"
"He ain't thinking. He's gone. There's no hereafter. Dad says so." Judith huddled still closer.
"Isn't it horrible!" shuddered Douglas. "Horrible!"
Judith began to cry again. "If there was just a heaven," she sobbed, "I wouldn't mind living or dying either."
"Well, there isn't any." Douglas heaved a great sigh. "I wonder if they hang kids as young as us for murder?"
"Let them try hanging me, just once! That's all I've got to say!"
exclaimed Judith stoutly, in spite of her chattering teeth. "The worst I ever did to Oscar Jefferson was to play bucking bronco on that old milch cow, Jinny, of his. And she sure-gawd could buck! But I was only a little girl then and I can prove it."
"Looks as if we might be in real trouble to me!" muttered Douglas.
"It's growing daylight and there's the Pa.s.s, at last!" suddenly cried Judith.
Douglas drew a deep breath and urged on the weary horses.
It was full nine o'clock when the team drew up at the post-office door.
At Doug's halloo, Peter Knight appeared. Sister crowded out the door past him, p.r.i.c.ked her ears forward and ran to sniff at the rear of the buckboard.