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Blink
by
Slim gave a comprehensive, round-eyed stare at the unpromising surroundings, and followed Happy Jack. “By golly, that’s right. Yuh don’t git me into no hole like that,” he assented.
Weary, foolhardy to the last, stayed longest; but even Weary could not but admit that the case was hopeless. The brush was thick and filled the gully, probably from end to end. Riding through it was impossible, and hunting it through on foot would be nothing but suicide, with a man like Blink hidden away in its depths. They climbed back to the rim, remounted and rode, as straight as might be, for the camp-fire and what lay beside, with Pink on guard.
It was near noon when, through the lightening fog, they reached the place and discovered that Andy, though unconscious, was not dead. They found, upon examination of his hurt, that the bullet had ploughed along the side of his head above his ear; but just how serious it might be they did not know. Pink, having a fresh horse and aching for action, mounted and rode in much haste to camp, that the bed-wagon might be brought out to take Andy in to the ranch and the ministrations of the Little Doctor. Also, he must notify the crew and get them out searching for Blink.
All that night and the next day the cowboys rode, and the next. They raked the foothills, gulley by gulley, their purpose grim. It would probably be a case of shoot-on-sight with them, and nothing saved Blink save the all-important fact that never once did any man of the Flying U gain sight of him. He had vanished completely after that fleeting glimpse Happy Jack had gained, and in the end the Flying U was compelled to own defeat.
Upon one point they congratulated themselves: Andy, bandaged as he was, had escaped with a furrow ploughed through the scalp, though it was not the fault of Blink that he was alive and able to discuss the affair with the others–more exactly, to answer the questions they fired at him.
“Didn’t you recognize him as being the murderer?” Weary asked him curiously.
Andy moved uneasily on his bed. “No, I didn’t. By gracious, you must think I’m a plumb fool!”
“Well, yuh sure hit the mark, whether yuh meant to or not,” Pink asserted. “He was the jasper, all right. Look how he was glaring at yuh while you were telling about it. He knew he was the party, and having a guilty conscience, he naturally supposed yuh recognized him from the start.”
“Well, I didn’t,” snapped Andy ungraciously, and they put it down to the peevishness of invalidism and overlooked the tone.
“Chip has given his description in to the sheriff,” soothed Weary, “and if he gets off he’s sure a good one. And I heard that the sheriff wired down to the San Simon country and told ’em their man was up here. Mama! What bad breaks a man will make when he’s on the dodge! If Blink had kept his face closed and acted normal, nobody would have got next. Andy didn’t know he was the fellow that done it. But it sure was queer, the way the play come up. Wasn’t it, Andy?”
Andy merely grunted. He did not like to dwell upon the subject, and he showed it plainly.
“By golly! he must sure have had it in for that fellow,” mused Slim ponderously, “to kill him the way Andy says he did. By golly, yuh can’t wonder his eyes stuck out when he heard Andy telling us all about it!”
“I betche he lays for Andy yet, and gits him,” predicted Happy Jack felicitously. “He won’t rest whilst an eye-witness is running around loose. I betche he’s cached in the hills right now, watching his chance.”
“Oh, go to hell, the whole lot of yuh!” flared Andy, rising to an elbow. “What the dickens are yuh roosting around here for? Why don’t yuh go on out to camp where yuh belong? You’re a nice bunch to set around comforting the sick! Vamos, darn yuh!”