Way of the Lawless. Max Brand

said Andy. "Nothing matters except that I've got this minute here with you."

      "But where will you go? How will you escape?"

      "I'll go to death, I guess," said Andy quietly. "But I'll have a grin for Satan when he lets me in. I've beat 'em, even if they catch me."

      The coverlet dropped from her breast; her hand was suspended with stiff fingers. There had been a sound as of someone stumbling on the stairway, the unmistakable slip of a heel and the recovery; then no more sound. Andy was on his feet. She saw his face whiten, and then there was a glitter in his eyes, and she knew that the danger was nothing to him. But Anne Withero whipped out of her bed.

      "Did you hear?"

      "I tied and gagged him," said Andy, "but he's broken loose, and now he's raising the house on the quiet."

      For an instant they stood listening, staring at each other.

      "They—they're coming up the hall," whispered the girl. "Listen!"

      It was no louder than a whisper from without—the creak of a board. Andrew Lanning slipped to the door and turned the key in the lock. When he rejoined her in the middle of the room he gave her the key.

      "Let 'em in if you want to," he said.

      But the girl caught his arm, whispering: "You can get out that window onto the top of the roof below, then a drop to the ground. But hurry before they think to guard that way!" "Anne!" called a voice suddenly from the hall.

      Andy threw up the window, and, turning toward the door, he laughed his defiance and his joy.

      "Hurry!" she was demanding. A great blow fell on the door of her room, and at once there was shouting in the hall: "Pete, run outside and watch the window!"

      "Will you go?" cried the girl desperately.

      He turned toward the window. He turned back like a flash and swept her close to him.

      "Do you fear me?" he whispered.

      "No," said the girl.

      "Will you remember me?"

      "Forever!"

      "God bless you," said Andy as he leaped through the window. She saw him take the slope of the roof with one stride; she heard the thud of his feet on the ground below. Then a yell from without, shrill and high and sharp.

      When the door fell with a crash, and three men were flung into the room, Charles Merchant saw her standing in her nightgown by the open window. Her head was flung back against the wall, her eyes closed, and one hand was pressed across her lips.

      "He's out the window. Down around the other way," cried Charles Merchant.

      The stampede swept out of the room. Charles was beside her.

      She knew that vaguely, and that he was speaking, but not until he touched her shoulder did she hear the words: "Anne, are you unhurt—has—for heaven's sake speak, Anne. What's happened?"

      She reached up and put his hand away.

      "Charles," she said, "call them back. Don't let them follow him!"

      "Are you mad, dear?" he asked. "That murdering—"

      He found a tigress in front of him. "If they hurt a hair of his head, Charlie, I'm through with you. I'll swear that!"

      It stunned Charles Merchant. And then he went stumbling from the room.

      His cow-punchers were out from the bunk house already; the guests and his father were saddling or in the saddle.

      "Come back!" shouted Charles Merchant. "Don't follow him. Come back! No guns. He's done no harm."

      Two men came around the corner of the house, dragging a limp figure between them.

      "Is this no harm?" they asked. "Look at Pete, and then talk."

      They lowered the tall, limp figure of the man in pajamas to the ground; his face was a crimson smear.

      "Is he dead?" asked Charles Merchant.

      "No move out of him," they answered.

      Other people, most of them on horseback, were pouring back to learn the meaning of the strange call from Charles Merchant.

      "I can't tell you what I mean," he was saying in explanation. "But you, dad, I'll be able to tell you. All I can say is that he mustn't be followed—unless Pete here—"

      The eyes of Pete opportunely opened. He looked hazily about him.

      "Is he gone?" asked Pete.

      "Yes."

      "Thank the Lord!"

      "Did you see him? What's he like?"

      "About seven feet tall. I saw him jump off the roof of the house. I was right under him. Tried to get my gun on him, but he came up like a wild cat and went straight at me. Had his fist in my face before I could get my finger on the trigger. And then the earth came up and slapped me in the face." "There he goes!" cried some one.

      The sky was now of a brightness not far from day, and, turning east, in the direction pointed out, Charles Merchant saw a horseman ride over a hilltop, a black form against the coloring horizon. He was moving leisurely, keeping his horse at the cattle pony's lope. Presently he dipped away out of sight.

      John Merchant dropped his hand on the shoulder of his son. "What is it?" he asked.

      "Heaven knows! Not I!"

      "Here are more people! What's this? A night of surprise parties?"

      Six riders came through the trees, rushing their horses, and John Merchant saw Bill Dozier's well-known, lanky form in the lead. He brought his horse from a dead run to a halt in the space of a single jump and a slide. The next moment he was demanding fresh mounts.

      "Can you give 'em to me, Merchant? But what's all this?"

      "You make your little talk," said Merchant, "and then I'll make mine."

      "I'm after Andy Lanning. He's left a gent more dead than alive back in Martindale, and I want him. Can you give me fresh horses for me and my boys, Merchant?"

      "But the man wasn't dead? He wasn't dead?" cried the voice of a girl. The group opened; Bill Dozier found himself facing a bright-haired girl wrapped to the throat in a long coat, with slippers on her feet.

      "Not dead and not alive," he answered. "Just betwixt and between."

      "Thank God!" whispered the girl. "Thank God!"

      There was only one man in the group who should not have heard that whispered phrase, and that man was Charles Merchant. He was standing at her side.