riders of the purple sage-第71章
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horse; at the blood on his face; at the rocks growing nearer; last at Fay's golden hair; the ice left her veins; and slowly; strangely; she gained hold of strength that she believed would see her to the safety Lassiter promised。 And; as she gazed; Lassiter's horse stumbled and fell。 He swung his leg and slipped from the saddle。
〃Jane; take the child;〃 he said; and lifted Fay up。 Jane clasped her arms suddenly strong。 〃They're gainin';〃 went on Lassiter; as he watched the pursuing riders。 〃But we'll beat 'em yet。〃
Turning with Jane's bridle in his hand; he was about to start when he saw the saddle…bag on the fallen horse。
〃I've jest about got time;〃 he muttered; and with swift fingers that did not blunder or fumble he loosened the bag and threw it over his shoulder。 Then he started to run; leading Jane's horse; and he ran; and trotted; and walked; and ran again。 Close ahead now Jane saw a rise of bare rock。 Lassiter reached it; searched along the base; and; finding a low place; dragged the weary horse up and over round; smooth stone。 Looking backward; Jane saw Tull's white horse not a mile distant; with riders strung out in a long line behind him。 Looking forward; she saw more valley to the right; and to the left a towering cliff。 Lassiter pulled the horse and kept on。
Little Fay lay in her arms with wide…open eyeseyes which were still shadowed by pain; but no longer fixed; glazed in terror。 The golden curls blew across Jane's lips; the little hands feebly clasped her arm; a ghost of a troubled; trustful smile hovered round the sweet lips。 And Jane Withersteen awoke to the spirit of a lioness。
Lassiter was leading the horse up a smooth slope toward cedar trees of twisted and bleached appearance。 Among these he halted。
〃Jane; give me the girl en' get down;〃 he said。 As if it wrenched him he unbuckled the empty black guns with a strange air of finality。 He then received Fay in his arms and stood a moment looking backward。 Tull's white horse mounted the ridge of round stone; and several bays or blacks followed。 〃I wonder what he'll think when he sees them empty guns。 Jane; bring your saddle…bag and climb after me。〃
A glistening; wonderful bare slope; with little holes; swelled up and up to lose itself in a frowning yellow cliff。 Jane closely watched her steps and climbed behind Lassiter。 He moved slowly。 Perhaps he was only husbanding his strength。 But she saw drops of blood on the stone; and then she knew。 They climbed and climbed without looking back。 Her breast labored; she began to feel as if little points of fiery steel were penetrating her side into her lungs。 She heard the panting of Lassiter and the quicker panting of the dogs。
〃Waithere;〃 he said。
Before her rose a bulge of stone; nicked with little cut steps; and above that a corner of yellow wall; and overhanging that a vast; ponderous cliff。
The dogs pattered up; disappeared round the corner。 Lassiter mounted the steps with Fay; and he swayed like a drunken man; and he too disappeared。 But instantly he returned alone; and half ran; half slipped down to her。
Then from below pealed up hoarse shouts of angry men。 Tull and several of his riders had reached the spot where Lassiter had parted with his guns。
〃You'll need that breathmebbe!〃 said Lassiter; facing downward; with glittering eyes。
〃Now; Jane; the last pull;〃 he went on。 〃Walk up them little steps。 I'll follow an' steady you。 Don't think。 Jest go。 Little Fay's above。 Her eyes are open。 She jest said to me; 'Where's movver Jane?〃
Without a fear or a tremor or a slip or a touch of Lassiter's hand Jane Withersteen walked up that ladder of cut steps。
He pushed her round the corner of the wall。 Fay lay; with wide staring eyes; in the shade of a gloomy wall。 The dogs waited。 Lassiter picked up the child and turned into a dark cleft。 It zigzagged。 It widened。 It opened。 Jane was amazed at a wonderfully smooth and steep incline leading up between ruined; splintered; toppling walls。 A red haze from the setting sun filled this passage。 Lassiter climbed with slow; measured steps; and blood dripped from him to make splotches on the white stone。 Jane tried not to step in his blood; but was compelled; for she found no other footing。 The saddle…bag began to drag her down; she gasped for breath; she thought her heart was bursting。 Slower; slower yet the rider climbed; whistling as he breathed。 The incline widened。 Huge pinnacles and monuments of stone stood alone; leaning fearfully。 Red sunset haze shone through cracks where the wall had split。 Jane did not look high; but she felt the overshadowing of broken rims above。 She felt that it was a fearful; menacing place。 And she climbed on in heartrending effort。 And she fell beside Lassiter and Fay at the top of the incline in a narrow; smooth divide。
He staggered to his feetstaggered to a huge; leaning rock that rested on a small pedestal。 He put his hand on itthe hand that had been shot throughand Jane saw blood drip from the ragged hole。 Then he fell。
〃JaneIcan'tdoit!〃 he whispered。
〃What?〃
〃Roll thestone!。。。All mylife I've lovedto roll stonesen' now Ican't!〃
〃What of it? You talk strangely。 Why roll that stone?〃
〃I planned tofetch you hereto roll this stone。 See! It'll smash the cragsloosen the wallsclose the outlet!〃
As Jane Withersteen gazed down that long incline; walled in by crumbling cliffs; awaiting only the slightest jar to make them fall asunder; she saw Tull appear at the bottom and begin to climb。 A rider followed him anotherand another。
〃See! Tull! The riders!〃
〃Yesthey'll get usnow。〃
〃Why? Haven't you strength left to roll the stone?〃
〃Janeit ain't thatI've lost my nerve!〃
〃You!。。。Lassiter!〃
〃I wanted to roll itmeant tobut Ican't。 Venters's valley is down behind here。 We couldlive there。 But if I roll the stonewe're shut in for always。 I don't dare。 I'm thinkin' of you!〃
〃Lassiter! Roll the stone!〃 she cried。
He arose; tottering; but with set face; and again he placed the bloody hand on the Balancing Rock。 Jane Withersteen gazed from him down the passageway。 Tull was climbing。 Almost; she thought; she saw his dark; relentless face。 Behind him more riders climbed。 What did they mean for Fayfor Lassiterfor herself?
〃Roll the stone!。。。Lassiter; I love you!〃
Under all his deathly pallor; and the blood; and the iron of seared cheek and lined brow; worked a great change。 He placed both hands on the rock and then leaned his shoulder there and braced his powerful body。
ROLL THE STONE!
It stirred; it groaned; it grated; it moved; and with a slow grinding; as of wrathful relief; began to lean。 It had waited ages to fall; and now was slow in starting。 Then; as if suddenly instinct with life; it leaped hurtingly down to alight on the steep incline; to bound more swiftly into the air; to gather momentum; to plunge into the lofty leaning crag below。 The crag thundered into atoms。 A wave of aira splitting shock! Dust shrouded the sunset red of shaking rims; dust shrouded Tull as he fell on his knees with uplifted arms。 Shafts and monuments and sections of wall fell majestically。
From the depths there rose a long…drawn rumbling roar。 The outlet to Deception Pass closed forever。
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