riders of the purple sage-第13章
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ut 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 time there； but slunk again into the sage on his back trail。 With the discovery of Oldring's hidden cattle…range had come enlightenment on several problems。 Here the rustler kept his stock； here was Jane Withersteen's red herd； here were the few cattle that had disappeared from the Cottonwoods slopes during the last two years。 Until Oldring had driven the red herd his thefts of cattle for that time had not been more than enough to supply meat for his men。 Of late no drives had been reported from Sterling or the villages north。 And Venters knew that the riders had wondered at Oldring's inactivity in that particular field。 He and his band had been active enough in their visits to Glaze and Cottonwoods； they always had gold； but of late the amount gambled away and drunk and thrown away in the villages had given rise to much conjecture。 Oldring's more frequent visits had resulted in new saloons； and where there had formerly been one raid or shooting fray in the little hamlets there were now many。 Perhaps Oldring had another range farther on up the pass； and from theredrove the cattle to distant Utah towns where he was little known But Venters came finally to doubt this。 And； from what he had learned in the last few days； a belief began to form in Venters's mind that Oldring's intimidations of the villages and the mystery of the Masked Rider； with his alleged evil deeds； and the fierce resistance offered any trailing riders； and the rustling of cattle these things were only the craft of the rustler…chief to conceal his real life and purpose and work in Deception Pass。
And like a scouting Indian Venters crawled through the sage of the oval valley； crossed trail after trail on the north side； and at last entered the canyon out of which headed the cattle trail； and into which he had watched the rustlers disappear。
If he had used caution before； now he strained every nerve to force himself to creeping stealth and to sensitiveness of ear。 He crawled along so hidden that he could not use his eyes except to aid himself in the toilsome progress through the brakes and ruins of cliff…wall。 Yet from time to time； as he rested； he saw the massive red walls growing higher and wilder； more looming and broken。 He made note of the fact that he was turning and climbing。 The sage and thickets of oak and brakes of alder gave place to pinyon pine growing out of rocky soil。 Suddenly a low； dull murmur assailed his ears。 At first he thought it was thunder； then the slipping of a weathered slope of rock。 But it was incessant； and as he progressed it filled out deeper and from a murmur changed into a soft roar。
〃Falling water；〃 he said。 〃There's volume to that。 I wonder if it's the stream I lost。〃
The roar bothered him； for he could hear nothing else。 Likewise； however； no rustlers could hear him。 Emboldened by this and sure that nothing but a bird could see him； he arose from his hands and knees to hurry on。 An opening in the pinyons warned him that he was nearing the height of slope。
He gained it； and dropped low with a burst of astonishment。 Before him stretched a short canyon with rounded stone floor bare of grass or sage or tree； and with curved； shelving walls。 A broad rippling stream flowed toward him； and at the back of the canyon waterfall burst from a wide rent in the cliff； and； bounding down in two green steps； spread into a long white sheet。
If Venters had not been indubitably certain that he had entered the right canyon his astonishment would not have been so great。 There had been no breaks in the walls； no side canyons entering this one where the rustlers' tracks and the cattle trail had guided him； and； therefore； he could not be wrong。 But here the canyon ended； and presumably the trails also。
〃That cattle trail headed out of here；〃 Venters kept saying to himself。 〃It headed out。 Now what I want to know is how on earth did cattle ever get in here？〃
If he could be sure of anything it was of the careful scrutiny he had given that cattle track； every hoofmark of which headed straight west。 He was now looking east at an immense round boxed corner of canyon down which tumbled a thin； white veil of water； scarcely twenty yards wide。 Somehow； somewhere； his calculations had gone wrong。 For the first time in years he found himself doubting his rider's skill in finding tracks； and his memory of what he had actually seen。 In his anxiety to keep under cover he must have lost himself in this offshoot of Deception Pass； and thereby in some unaccountable manner； missed the canyon with the trails。 There was nothing else for him to think。 Rustlers could not fly； nor cattle jump down thousand…foot precipices。 He was only proving what the sage…riders had long said of this labyrinthine system of deceitful canyons and valleystrails led down into Deception Pass； but no rider had ever followed them。
On a sudden he heard above the soft roar of the waterfall an unusual sound that he could not define。 He dropped flat behind a stone and listened。 From the direction he had come swelled something that resembled a strange muffled pounding
