riders of the purple sage-第11节
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at a shock as when he first removed it from her face。 For in the woman he had forgotten the rustler； and this black strip of felt…cloth established the identity of Oldring's Masked Rider。 Venters had solved the mystery。 He slipped his rifle under her； and； lifting her carefully upon it； he began to retrace his steps。 The dog trailed in his shadow。 And the horse； that had stood drooping by； followed without a call。 Venters chose the deepest tufts of grass and clumps of sage on his return。 From time to time he glanced over his shoulder。 He did not rest。 His concern was to avoid jarring the girl and to hide his trail。 Gaining the narrow canyon； he turned and held close to the wall till he reached his hiding…place。 When he entered the dense thicket of oaks he was hard put to it to force a way through。 But he held his burden almost upright； and by slipping side wise and bending the saplings he got in。 Through sage and grass he hurried to the grove of silver spruces。
He laid the girl down； almost fearing to look at her。 Though marble pale and cold； she was living。 Venters then appreciated the tax that long carry had been to his strength。 He sat down to rest。 Whitie sniffed at the pale girl and whined and crept to Venters's feet。 Ring lapped the water in the runway of the spring。
Presently Venters went out to the opening； caught the horse and； leading him through the thicket； unsaddled him and tied him with a long halter。 Wrangle left his browsing long enough to whinny and toss his head。 Venters felt that he could not rest easily till he had secured the other rustler's horse； so； taking his rifle and calling for Ring； he set out。 Swiftly yet watchfully he made his way through the canyon to the oval and out to the cattle trail。 What few tracks might have betrayed him he obliterated； so only an expert tracker could have trailed him。 Then； with many a wary backward glance across the sage； he started to round up the rustler's horse。 This was unexpectedly easy。 He led the horse to lower ground； out of sight from the opposite side of the oval along the shadowy western wall； and so on into his canyon and secluded camp。
The girl's eyes were open； a feverish spot burned in her cheeks she moaned something unintelligible to Venters； but he took the movement of her lips to mean that she wanted water。 Lifting her head； he tipped the canteen to her lips。 After that she again lapsed into unconsciousness or a weakness which was its counterpart。 Venters noted； however； that the burning flush had faded into the former pallor。
The rustler's sun set behind the high canyon rim； and a cool shade darkened the walls。 Venters fed the dogs and put a halter on the dead rustlers horse。 He allowed Wrangle to browse free。 This done； he cut spruce boughs and made a lean…to for the girl。 Then； gently lifting her upon a blanket； he folded the sides over her。 The other blanket he wrapped about his shoulders and found a comfortable seat against a spruce…tree that upheld the little shack。 Ring and Whitie lay near at hand； one asleep； the other watchful。
Venters dreaded the night's vigil。 At night his mind was active； and this time he had to watch and think and feel beside a dying girl whom he had all but murdered。 A thousand excuses he invented for himself； yet not one made any difference in his act or his self…reproach。
It seemed to him that when night fell black he could see her white face so much more plainly。
〃She'll go； presently；〃 he said； 〃and be out of agonythank God！〃
Every little while certainty of her death came to him with a shock； and then he would bend over and lay his ear on her breast。 Her heart still beat。
The early night blackness cleared to the cold starlight。 The horses were not moving； and no sound disturbed the deathly silence of the canyon。
〃I'll bury her here；〃 thought Venters； 〃and let her grave be as much a mystery as her life was。〃
For the girl's few words； the look of her eyes； the prayer； had strangely touched Venters。
〃She was only a girl；〃 he soliloquized。 〃What was she to Oldring？ Rustlers don't have wives nor sisters nor daughters。 She was badthat's all。 But somehow。。。well； she may not have willingly become the companion of rustlers。 That prayer of hers to God for mercy！。。。Life is strange and cruel。 I wonder if other members of Oldring's gang are women？ Likely enough。 But what was his game？ Oldring's Mask Rider！ A name to make villagers hide and lock their doors。 A name credited with a dozen murders； a hundred forays； and a thousand stealings of cattle。 What part did the girl have in this？ It may have served Oldring to create mystery。〃
Hours passed。 The white stars moved across the narrow strip of dark…blue sky above。 The silence awoke to the low hum of insects。 Venters watched the immovable white face； and as he watched； hour by hour waiting for death； the infamy of her passed from his mind。 He thought only of the sadness； the truth of the moment。 Whoever she waswhatever she had doneshe was young and she was dying。
The after…part of the night wore on interminably。 The starlight failed and the gloom blackened to the darkest hour。 〃She'll die at the gray of dawn；〃 muttered Venters； remembering some old woman's fancy。 The blackness paled to gray； and the gray lightened and day peeped over the eastern rim。 Venters listened at the breast of the girl。 She still lived。 Did he only imagine that her heart beat stronger； ever so slightly； but stronger？ He pressed his ear closer to her breast。 And he rose with his own pulse quickening。
〃If she doesn't die soonshe's got a chancethe barest chance to live；〃 he said。
He wondered if the internal bleeding had ceased。 There was no more film of blood upon her lips。 But no corpse could have been whiter。 Opening her blouse； he untied the scarf； and carefully picked away the sage leaves from the wound in her shoulder。 It had closed。 Lifting her lightly； he ascertained that the same was true of the hole where the bullet had come out。 He reflected on the fact that clean wounds closed quickly in the healing upland air。 He recalled instances of riders who had been cut and shot apparently to fatal issues； yet the blood had clotted； the wounds closed； and they had recovered。 He had no way to tell if internal hemorrhage still went on； but he believed that it had stopped。 Otherwise she would surely not have lived so long。 He marked the entrance of the bullet； and concluded that it had just touched the upper lobe of her lung。 Perhaps the wound in the lung had also closed。 As he began to wash the blood stains from her breast and carefully rebandage the wound； he was vaguely conscious of a strange； grave happiness in the thought that she might live。
Broad daylight and a hint of sunshine high on the cliff…rim to the west brought him to consideration of what he had better do。 And while busy with his few camp tasks he revolved the thing in his mind。 It would not be wise for him to remain long in his present hiding…place。 And if he intended to follow the cattle trail and try to find the rustlers he had better make a move at once。 For he knew that rustlers； being riders； would not make much of a day's or night's absence from camp for one or two of their number； but when the missing ones failed to show up in reasonable time there would be a search。 And Venters was afraid of that。
〃A good tracker could trail me；〃 he muttered。 〃And I'd be cornered here。 Let's see。 Rustlers are a lazy set when they're not on the ride。 I'll risk it。 Then I'll change my hiding…place。〃
He carefully cleaned and reloaded his guns。 When he rose to go he bent a long glance down upon the unconscious girl。 Then ordering Whitie and Ring to keep guard； he left the camp
The safest cover lay close under the wall of the canyon； and here through the dense thickets Venters made his slow； listening advance toward the oval。 Upon gaining the wide opening he decided to cross it and follow the left wall till he came to the cattle trail。
He scanned the oval as keenly as if hunting for antelope。 Then； stooping； he stole from one cover to another； taking advantage of rocks and bunches of sage； until he had reached the thickets under the opposite wall。 Once there； he exercised extreme caution in his surveys of the ground ahead； but increased his speed when moving。 Dodging from bush to bush； he passed the mouths of two canyons； and in the entrance of a third canyon he crossed a wash of swift clear water； to come abruptly upon the cattle trail。
It followed the low bank of the wash； and； keeping it in sight； Venters hugged the line of sage and thicket。 Like the curves of a serpent the canyon wound for a mile or more and then opened into a valley。 Patches of red showed clear against the purple of sage； and farther out on the level dotted strings of red led away to the wall of rock。
〃Ha； the red herd！〃 exclaimed Venters。
Then dots of white and black told him there were cattle of other colors in this inclosed valley。 Oldring； the rustler； was also a rancher。 Venters's calculating eye took count of stock that outnumbered the red herd。
〃What a range！〃 went on Venters。 〃Water and grass enough for fifty thousand head； and no riders needed！〃
After his first burst of surprise and rapid calculation Venters lost no t
