"Here!" answered the girl in a low, tense voice, and at the instant that she spoke Oda Yorimoto, Lord of Yoka, felt a quick tug at his belt, and before he guessed what was to happen his own short sword had pierced his breast.
A single shriek broke from the lips of the daimio; but it was so high and shrill and like the shriek of a woman in mortal terror that the woman in the next room who heard it but smiled a crooked, wicked smile of hate and turned once more upon her pallet to sleep.
Again and again Barbara Harding plunged the sword of the brown man into the still heart, until she knew beyond peradventure of a doubt that her enemy was forevermore powerless to injure her.Then she sank, exhausted and trembling, upon the dirt floor beside the corpse.
When Theriere came to the realization that Barbara Harding was gone he jumped to the natural conclusion that Ward and Simms had discovered the ruse that he had worked upon them just in time to permit them to intercept Miller and Swenson with the girl, and carry her back to the main camp.
The others were prone to agree with him, though the mucker grumbled that "it listened fishy." However, all hands returned cautiously down the face of the cliff, expecting momentarily to be attacked by the guards which they felt sure Ward would post in expectation of a return of the mutineers, the moment they discovered that the girl had been taken from them; but to the surprise of all they reached the cove without molestation, and when they had crept cautiously to the vicinity of the sleepers they discovered that all were there, in peaceful slumber, just as they had left them a few hours before.
Silently the party retraced its steps up the cliff.Theriere and Billy Byrne brought up the rear.
"What do you make of it anyway, Byrne?" asked the Frenchman.
"If you wanta get it straight, cul," replied the mucker, "I tink youse know a whole lot more about it dan you'd like to have de rest of us tink.""What do you mean, Byrne?" cried Theriere."Out with it now!""Sure I'll out wid it.You didn't tink I was bashful didja?
Wot fer did you detail dem two pikers, Miller and Swenson, to guard de skirt fer if it wasn't fer some special frame-up of yer own? Dey never been in our gang, and dats just wot you wanted 'em fer.It was easy to tip dem off to hike out wid de squab, and de first chanct you get you'll hike after dem, while we hold de bag.Tought you'd double-cross us easy, didn't yeh? Yeh cheap-skate!""Byrne," said Theriere, and it was easy to see that only through the strength of his will-power did he keep his temper, "you may have cause to suspect the motives of everyone connected with this outfit.I can't say that I blame you; but Iwant you to remember what I say to you now.There was a time when I fully intended to 'double-cross' you, as you say--that was before you saved my life.Since then I have been on the square with you not only in deed but in thought as well.Igive you the word of a man whose word once meant something--I am playing square with you now except in one thing, and I shall tell you what that is at once.I do not know where Miss Harding is, or what has happened to her, and Miller, and Swenson.That is God's truth.Now for the one thing that I just mentioned.Recently I changed my intentions relative to Miss Harding.I was after the money the same as the rest--that I am free to admit; but now I don't give a rap for it, and I had intended taking advantage of the first opportunity to return Miss Harding to civilization unharmed and without the payment of a penny to anyone.The reason for my change of heart is my own affair.In all probability you wouldn't believe the sincerity or honesty of my motives should I disclose them.I am only telling you these things because you have accused me of double dealing, and I do not want the man who saved my life at the risk of his own to have the slightest grounds to doubt my honesty with him.I've been a fairly bad egg, Byrne, for a great many years; but, by George! I'm not entirely rotten yet."Byrne was silent for a few moments.He, too, had recently come to the conclusion that possibly he was not entirely rotten either, and had in a vague and half-formed sort of way wished for the opportunity to demonstrate the fact, so he was willing to concede to another that which he craved for himself.
"Yeh listen all right, cul," he said at last; "an' I'm willin' to take yeh at yer own say-so until I learn different.""Thanks," said Theriere tersely."Now we can work together in the search for Miss Harding; but where, in the name of all that's holy, are we to start?""Why, where we seen her last, of course," replied the mucker."Right here on top of dese bluffs.""Then we can't do anything until daylight," said the Frenchman.
"Not a ting, and at daylight we'll most likely have a scrap on our hands from below," and the mucker jerked his thumb in the direction of the cove.
"I think," said Theriere, "that we had better spend an hour arming ourselves with sticks and stones.We've a mighty good position up here.One that we can defend splendidly from an assault from below, and if we are prepared for them we can stave 'em off for a while if we need the time to search about up here for clews to Miss Harding's whereabouts."And so the party set to work to cut stout bludgeons from the trees about them, and pile loose fragments of rock in handy places near the cliff top.Theriere even went so far as to throw up a low breastwork across the top of the trail up which the enemy must climb to reach the summit of the cliff.
When they had completed their preparations three men could have held the place against ten times their own number.
Then they lay down to sleep, leaving Blanco and Divine on guard, for it had been decided that these two, with Bony Sawyer, should be left behind on the morrow to hold the cliff top while the others were searching for clews to the whereabouts of Barbara Harding.They were to relieve each other at guard duty during the balance of the night.
