The Nightrider's Feud Part 17

Somehow, Rover had a better instinct in sniffing danger than most dogs, and when there was the least intimation of danger or trouble Rover scented it very early, and generally conveyed the news to those about him in his own good way. He was fully understood, his language was well known to his masters, and they knew by his actions what was about to happen.

Thus it was that, when Wade was doing his evening ch.o.r.es, Rover came galloping into the horse-lot, baying in a troubled fashion. Something was about to happen. Rover never acted in this manner unless it was so.

He ran whining to Wade, caught his boot-leg between his teeth and pulled; then letting loose, darted rapidly toward the gate, back again, barking in a manner indicating fear, taking the boot-leg again and pulling vigorously.

"What, old boy," said Wade, "some more trouble in the air? Well, just be patient until I can lock this door and get my good weapons, and we shall see what it's all about."

So speaking to the dog, Wade locked the barn, hurried into the house and, taking his two pistols and rifle, started cautiously up the lane toward Judson's cabin. Night had fallen and the moon was just peeping up over the hills, sending forth a dim dusty light, while the sky was canopied with a very thin white cloud and the stars gave forth no light at all. Wade made his way as noiselessly as possible, followed by Rover.

Looking in the direction of Judson's, he saw a streak of light made from the flash of a rifle shot, followed by a faint report, which meant a bullet to where he knew not. He knew that the long looked for trouble was on in real earnest, therefore hastened his pace. The firing from many rifles became more general. He had got close enough to see that there were more than a half dozen combatants firing on Judson's cabin from toward the hill. Judson and his son Tom were returning the fire at intervals in an effort to repulse the attack, and had been successful in holding off a rush. From his position Wade could have taken off two of the opponents before they discovered him, but the flashing fire of his rifle, however, would have disclosed his hiding place.

He thought for a moment, raised his rifle to his shoulder and took deliberate aim at a foe sitting on the back of his horse. No, that would be murder straight out. G.o.d forbid! Still, the impulse to fire clung to him, but he could not seem to pull the trigger. The firing between the combatants now became more furious, and suddenly he heard someone in the house cry out with pain. Again he took aim at the man nearest him, fully intending to put out the light of life. His finger touched the trigger and in another moment one would have been slain, when a hand was laid gently upon his shoulder. It was so sudden, however, in that terrible moment, that fright ran through him and he accidentally pulled the trigger of his rifle, but the ball went high into the air. He was hastily pulled into the cover of the barn.

The effects of his shot worked terror to the hearts of the attacking party, however, who thought they were being surrounded on all sides by unknown foes, therefore took time by the forelock and fled in great confusion toward the hills. But look! one horse bounded off riderless.

Could it be possible that one was in hiding near, and intended doing a bit of guerrilla fighting?

Wade stood like one transfixed to the spot, looking after the fleeing horses of the enemy, not once turning to see who touched him, until the last fleeing form had pa.s.sed from view and the firing had ceased altogether; then he turned and stood face to face with Nora Judson. A flush, unseen through the darkness, covered his. .h.i.therto pale face. For one brief moment they stood facing each other.

"How came you here?" he asked.

"Our mutual friend told me that you was about to fall into an error."

She looked toward Rover, who stood at one side wagging his tail. "Jack,"

she said, tenderly yet sorrowfully, "you were about to commit murder."

"I _might_ have killed one of those fellows, but I cannot see that it would have been murder in a real sense; we are enemies, and this has been a small war."

"But you were about to take the life of someone in a manner that I would not call bravery. You were not in front of the battle as an open enemy.

The fellow you would have killed knew nothing of your presence here, and that would have been cold-blooded murder."

"What is the difference in this country, where all is murder?"

Wade was evidently trying to relieve his conscience.

"The difference is not with the other fellow, but with you. I am glad, however, that you did not kill him."

"I am also glad of that, Nora, thanks to you." They were now walking toward the cabin. "Was anyone inside hurt?" asked Wade. "I heard someone cry painfully."

"That was Dad's ruse to draw them to a closer range, but it was the accidental discharge of your rifle that put a stop to the fight."

Peter Judson was cautiously peering about, when he espied Wade and Nora.

"Hi, thar!" he said. "Be ye enemies or friends?"

"Friends," replied Wade.

"Ye jest missed some fun, sh.o.r.e. Reckon we give them fellers 'bout as good a scare as ever they had, don't you think?"

"From the way they retreated," said Wade, "I believe they were frightened; but we must be very careful, Judson,--one horse went up the hill riderless."

Old man Peter scratched his head. "The d.i.c.kens ye say. Reckon what that means, Wade?"

"That someone is lurking around in the dark to pick us off when we least expect it."

"Wade, ye don't know these fellers yet, long's ye've been here.

Somebody's lyin' out yonder dead, as sh.o.r.e as you live. Tom, git the lantern an' come on; let's take a look."

Followed by Tom and Wade, Peter went out the gate toward the spot where the enemy were located while the fighting was going on. Old Peter, that old time scout of the mountains, stopped and stood in a listening att.i.tude. Now he heard the faint groan from someone to the left of them; his trained ear carried him to the fallen man.

"Hi, thar, friend!" he called out; "whar air ye?"

"I'm dyin'," came back the groaning reply, "I'm dyin', sh.o.r.e; this time."

Peter went on and bent over the fallen form. Throwing the glare of his lantern in the face of the man, he gasped, "My G.o.d! it's Al Thompson."

"Yes, it's Al, old man; ye got me this time." Thompson was speaking laboriously, while Wade and those near listened breathlessly. Thompson was dying sure enough. His last words were a curse against those who had been his enemies. "Ye got me now, d.a.m.n ye!" he said, "but I'll git ye when ye come down ter t'other world, ye----"

Thompson could say no more.

Peter looked into the pale face. "He's dead, sh.o.r.e, boys; he's a goner now, an' won't give us any more trouble."

Just at this juncture there could be heard the sound of the heavy beat of horses coming over the mountain.

"Git back a little, quick!" said Peter, "they mout be more trouble in the air."

There was no further danger, however, for old Jim Thompson came over the mountain bearing the flag of truce; with him were two other men.

"Hey, Judson!" he cried, "come out quick. There will be no more fightin'

from this side." Old man Thompson was quite surprised to hear Judson reply from a very few feet away: "Ef ye mean that, Jim, hit's good news, an' I'm with ye; but ef ye air a-jokin' or workin' a game, ye better go slow."

"I'm sincere, Peter," replied Thompson. "Ye've shot my arm off agin to-night an' killed Al, an' I've got 'nough, an' nuthin' left to fight fer. It's no fault o' yours, as I kin see."

"I'm willin' ter be yer friend, Jim. Git down an' les hold prayer over Al's dead body, an' bind this covenant over him so's ther fust one as breaks it, let them what hears kill us then an' thar."

Wade and Nora stood off a few paces and, though there was gloom about the mountain side for some, they were very happy with the thought that with Al Thompson out of the way their troubles would forever end.

There remains no more incidents to be related in the story of John Redmond's desire for revenge, other than to relate that he told his secret to Nora, who in turn told her father all. Peter related the full circ.u.mstances of the death of the elder John Redmond, and proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that Al Thompson slew him single handed.