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<h2><SPAN name="Chapter_XIX" id="Chapter_XIX"></SPAN>Chapter XIX</h2>
<p class="center extraspacebot2">ANNOUNCEMENT EXTRAORDINARY</p>
<p>Tonto was visibly agitated by something that had
happened while he lay hidden in the darkness near the
clearing. The Lone Ranger glanced over his shoulder at
Penelope, on guard in the house, then closed the door.</p>
<p>"Plenty happen," said Tonto.</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger interrupted, "Just a minute." He
looked toward the bunkhouse, still brilliantly lighted, and
then at his prisoner. Yuma was regaining consciousness,
and squirming about uneasily in his uncomfortable position.</p>
<p>"Could you hear what was said inside, Tonto?"</p>
<p>The Indian nodded, and once more started to speak.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_163" id="Page_163"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Before you tell me what happened in the clearing,
let me tell you about a murder down here."</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger hurriedly sketched the recent grim
events, making no effort to soften his voice so that his
prisoner couldn't hear. He didn't mention the document
taken from Penny, but he did tell about locking the
killers in the cellar.</p>
<p>"Now," he finished, "tell me, did that man who passed
me find Rangoon?"</p>
<p>Tonto said, "That right. Him come to clearing. Rangoon
call. Him stop."</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger noticed that Yuma had stopped
squirming. He seemed to be listening intently to what the
Indian said. Tonto explained how the unknown rider had
dismounted and had talked for a few moments in an
undertone to Rangoon. Their voices were too soft for the
Indian to get the gist of the conversation, and he dared
not move closer for fear of detection. The unknown rider
had then untethered Rangoon's horse. A moment later
a shot was fired and hoofbeats signified the fast departure
of both horses, one ridden by the killer, the other led.</p>
<p>It had been too dark for Tonto to distinguish anything.
He didn't even know which man had been shot until he
struck matches and identified Rangoon.</p>
<p>When Tonto finished his narration, Yuma broke in
impatiently.</p>
<p>"Look here, stranger, how long d'yuh figger on leavin'
me like this? My belly's fit tuh meet my spine."</p>
<p>The masked man, with Tonto's help, untied the big prisoner,
and slid him from his horse.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_164" id="Page_164"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"You all right?" he asked.</p>
<p>"My head's achin' fit tuh split. What in hell did yuh
hit me with?"</p>
<p>"You tripped, and your head rapped the floor."</p>
<p>"Oh!"</p>
<p>Yuma made no resistance as he was retied, his hands
behind his back. He obediently climbed into his saddle
when ordered to do so.</p>
<p>"Who," he asked, "are you?"</p>
<p>"If I wanted you to know, I'd take this mask off."</p>
<p>"Would I know yuh then?"</p>
<p>"I doubt it—I don't remember ever having seen you
before tonight. Now listen to me, I'm letting you sit in
the saddle so that you'll be more comfortable. I'm not
going to gag you unless you start yelling. There are a few
things I want to talk to you about, and you'll save yourself
a lot of trouble if you'll answer my questions." While
he spoke, the Lone Ranger connected Yuma's feet with
a rope tied to each ankle and drawn beneath the belly
of his horse.</p>
<p>"If you try to run away, I'll lasso you and you'll find
yourself in a bad way, because you can't get out of the
saddle."</p>
<p>"I ain't no damn fool," retorted Yuma in a sulky voice.</p>
<p>"Get going," said his captor.</p>
<p>Yuma heeled his horse obediently and started ahead.
The Lone Ranger rode about ten feet behind, next to
Tonto, whispering softly. Tonto frowned heavily at everything
that was said, and tried several times to persuade
the white man to relax for at least an hour and rest. The
day and night thus far had been punishing for any man,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_165" id="Page_165"></SPAN></span>
and especially so for one who had still a great deal of
his strength and endurance to regain.</p>
<p>"I'm going to ride into Red Oak," the Lone Ranger
told Tonto, "and that's a good two hours in the saddle.
I can doze on the way. Silver knows the trail back there."</p>
<p>Tonto countered with a comment, but the masked man
explained that he was quite used to spending days and
nights on end in the saddle, sleeping there quite easily.
"And, anyway," he finished, "I think we're right on the
verge of discovering who the leader of those outlaws is.
Lonergan said it was the same man that Gimlet mentioned,
but I don't think so."</p>
<p>"Tonto at door, then. Hear-um name, 'Yuma.'"</p>
<p>"That's what Lonergan said. I think he lied."</p>
<p>"Who you think leader?"</p>
<p>"I'm not sure yet, Tonto. I've been doing a little thinking
while we've been riding." The masked man slowed
Silver, and Tonto followed suit. Yuma continued on at the
same gait. When the distance had widened so that it was
unlikely that conversation would be heard by the captured
man, the Lone Ranger outlined what he wanted
Tonto to do.</p>
<p>"Turn back," he whispered in a voice that was husky
with fatigue. "I'll take care of the prisoner. I'll leave him
in the cave, and then ride on to Red Oak."</p>
<p>He spoke rapidly, and Tonto's head bobbed comprehension
and approval of the plans. "—the man who rode
uphill—" was one of the points the masked man emphasized,
"—slimy ground on the mountain, different from
that of the gravel-bottomed Gap—" As he talked, the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_166" id="Page_166"></SPAN></span>
Lone Ranger kept an eye on the big cowpuncher he had
captured.</p>
<p>The level Basin ended in steep walls divided by Bryant's
Gap. It was here that Tonto halted, lifted his right
hand high in a parting gesture, and wheeled Scout about.
The Lone Ranger watched his friend sweeping across the
Basin on a back trail toward the ranch house. Then he
turned, and in the light of an ascending moon, three-quarters
grown, he saw that Yuma too had halted and
was waiting in the Gap.</p>
<p>It took but a moment for the Lone Ranger to join the
prisoner, and then the two rode side by side. After a period
of silence, Yuma spoke.</p>
<p>"Can't git it tuh save me," he growled.</p>
<p>"What's that?"</p>
<p>Yuma looked across the space between the horses.
"What in hell's yore part in things around here?"</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"First yuh ride here like one of the killers. I figger
you've murdered Gimlet, yuh knock hell outen me. Then,
yuh lock them skunks in the cellar!"</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger liked the outspoken manner of the
man.</p>
<p>"I reckon, from what I heard, you ain't the gent that
finished Gimlet."</p>
<p>"No."</p>
<p>"Yer huntin' the leader o' them outlaws. Ain't that
so?"</p>
<p>The masked man said, "Stop here for a minute."</p>
<p>Yuma reined up.</p>
<p>"Take a look over there," the Lone Ranger said.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_167" id="Page_167"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>Yuma saw six mounds of stone and earth at the base
of a sheer cliff. A crude cross surmounted each of those
piles. He nodded grimly.</p>
<p>"I know about 'em. Texas Rangers, ain't they? I heard
about the shootin', then a couple of the boys said someone
had buried 'em."</p>
<p>"Someone buried them," repeated the Lone Ranger.</p>
<p>"A redskin, or someone wearin' moccasins."</p>
<p>"An Indian," the masked man agreed softly.</p>
<p>After a thoughtful pause, Yuma said, "That pard of
yores?"</p>
<p>"That's right."</p>
<p>"Um-h'm." Yuma pondered further while the Lone
Ranger waited. "Yuh figger I got somethin' more tuh
say?"</p>
<p>"Have you?"</p>
<p>"Reckon so I have. As I size it up, yore out tuh do fer
the ones that ambushed those men."</p>
<p>"That," said the other, "is the whole thing in a nutshell.
Whatever else may happen, the most important
thing to me is to avenge the men who fill those graves."</p>
<p>"You wasn't especial interested in shootin' up some of
the skunks that done it," reflected Yuma with regret
in his voice.</p>
<p>"They can be picked up later."</p>
<p>"Not if the rest of the pack get back. They'll let 'em
out an' then all hell is goin' tuh break loose till you an'
that Injun are fillin' a couple more graves."</p>
<p>"I'm interested in the leader of this outfit."</p>
<p>"What about that purty girl?"</p>
<p>"What about her?"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_168" id="Page_168"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Holy smoke!" exploded Yuma, "Can't yuh see the
spot the poor girl's in? Or maybe yuh don't savvy. She's
got four cousins, an' not one of 'em has the guts tuh protect
her. Every skunk in the Basin would like to make
a play fer Miss Penny, an' it ain't nothin' exceptin' Bryant
Cavendish that keeps 'em from it. Yuh figger Bryant's
the leader, don't yuh? Wal, maybe so he is. But I'd
a damn sight sooner he kept on orderin' them crooks
around in cattle-stealin' an' sellin' than tuh see him jailed
an' Penelope left without him."</p>
<p>"I was told that the leader was a man called 'Yuma.'"</p>
<p>"I heard that. I heard what you told the redskin."</p>
<p>"Gimlet mentioned the same name just before he died."</p>
<p>"But that's a blasted—" Yuma broke off, leaving his
speech suspended.</p>
<p>"We'll push ahead now," the Lone Ranger said.</p>
<p>When they were on their way again, the masked man
noticed that his prisoner was deep in thought. There
were furrows across his forehead; his eyes were half-shut
in heavy concentration.</p>
<p>"You haven't told me who you are yet," the Lone
Ranger said finally.</p>
<p>"Tain't none of yer business," was the reply. Yuma
went on as if simply voicing the thoughts that had been
broken by the speech. "Don't make sense at all," he muttered.
"Bryant wouldn't let Penny git hurt." The volume
of his speech increased a bit. "Dammit all tuh hell an'
gone, I never seen a man like you. I bet by gosh, yuh
<i>would</i> drill Bryant if yuh thought he bossed the murderin'
o' them Rangers."</p>
<p>"Don't you think that would be justified?"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_169" id="Page_169"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Yuh wouldn't jest take him tuh the law. You'd deal
with him personal, eh?"</p>
<p>"That would all depend. Unless I could find witnesses
it would be pretty hard to prove a case against him. I
understand that he fired at this fellow called Yuma."</p>
<p>The clump of horses' hoofs was the only sound for several
moments. The Lone Ranger saw the stream of water
shimmering in silver light ahead. Just beyond, he knew,
was the cave.</p>
<p>"Suppose," muttered Yuma, "Bryant wasn't the leader
of the pack?"</p>
<p>"Who else could be? Certainly Cavendish wouldn't let
those outsiders run his ranch for him, and I don't think
any of the nephews could pull such thick wool over his
eyes."</p>
<p>"Jest suppose that what Lonergan told yuh was the
truth."</p>
<p>"What was that?"</p>
<p>"That Yuma was the boss an' that he had a hold on
Bryant an' Bryant had tuh do what he wanted? Suppose
that was the case, what'd you do?"</p>
<p>"Naturally, I'd hunt for Yuma."</p>
<p>"Bryant went tuh town. Now he couldn't have got
back in time tuh have killed old Gimlet, then rid away
up that mountain trail yuh mentioned, an' drilled Rangoon
like yer Injun pardner told of. Now could he?"</p>
<p>"If he went to Red Oak, he couldn't have been there
and back in time, but we don't know that he did go to
Red Oak."</p>
<p>"But this gent called Yuma—didn't Miss Penny tell
yuh he was still around after Bryant left?"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_170" id="Page_170"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Yes."</p>
<p>"So ain't it logical tuh think he might o' kilt Gimlet,
jest like Gimlet said, then rid up the mountain, an' killed
Rangoon?"</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger could scarcely suppress a smile at
the thorough reasoning of his companion. He urged the
blond man to continue. "What are you getting at?" he
said.</p>
<p>"Me, I ain't nothin' but a cowhand an' ain't been in
here long. I ain't had much of anything tuh do yet. I
ain't no way important tuh you. Now, if I was tuh tell
yuh where you could locate this Yuma yer huntin', would
yuh let me go free?"</p>
<p>"But it's Bryant I want."</p>
<p>Yuma became confidential. "Yer wrong."</p>
<p>"Wrong?"</p>
<p>The other nodded. "That's what I said. 'Tain't Bryant
yuh want at all. It's Yuma is the leader of the bunch,
just like Lonergan said."</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger took this announcement calmly.
Yuma, having thought the thing over from all angles, felt
that it was vitally important for Penny's sake to keep
this masked rider, whose resolute purpose was to capture
Bryant, from doing so, since Bryant was the only living
man who could protect the girl. He pressed arguments
on the Lone Ranger, using everything that Penny had
previously told him in her uncle's behalf.</p>
<p>"The old man don't know what's goin' on about the
place no more," he said. "He can't walk around no more,
can't ride much, can't even see good. Yer barkin' up the
wrong tree, stranger, an' I'm agoin' tuh put yuh right."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_171" id="Page_171"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>The irony of it. If only Yuma, in the misdirected chivalry
of his glib lies, could have known that it was he,
and not the uncle she felt had proved faithless, that the
girl wanted. But Yuma didn't know. He went on at great
length.</p>
<p>"I'll tell yuh jest where you c'n find Yuma," he concluded,
"if you'll promise tuh turn me loose."</p>
<p>The Lone Ranger agreed.</p>
<p>"Then cut the ropes on my hands."</p>
<p>"Whoa, Silver."</p>
<p>"Whoa thar, you, hoss."</p>
<p>The ropes were cut. Yuma chafed his hands for several
moments while he scrutinized the Gap in both directions,
and weighed his chances. His own horse was fresh, the
masked man's had already covered many miles. His rifle
was still in its leather scabbard, his six-guns still in place.</p>
<p>"You," he said, kneeing his horse aside, "want tuh
know whar Yuma is at, eh?"</p>
<p>The tall masked man nodded.</p>
<p>"Wal, yer lookin' right at him!" A gun leaped into
Yuma's hand. "I'd as soon as not drill yuh clean," he
barked in a harsh, loud voice, "but if yuh leave me git
away, you'll stay alive." He spurred his horse with such
a force that the beast fairly leaped off all four feet at
once. Another instant, and Yuma was clattering through
the Gap away from Bryant's Basin.</p>
<p>"Should o' shot him," he thought, "I should o' shot
him, but instead I'll git away. Let him trail me, let him
spend a lifetime huntin' me—it'll keep him off'n Bryant's
trail." Heedless of the risk, he tore ahead, wind whipping
at his face, and neckerchief. He thought of Penelope and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_172" id="Page_172"></SPAN></span>
something choked in his throat. At least, the girl would
be safe while Bryant lived.</p>
<p>It was a heedless, a crazy thing he'd done, but at the
time it seemed the only thing. There were half-formed
hopes in his mind. Hopes that he could circle back and
reach Bryant. Tell him what he'd done and beg the
patriarch to provide for Penny's future happiness. Then
he'd have a two-gun showdown with those men like Sawtell
and Lombard and the worthless cousins. Kill them,
as many as he could, before he himself was dropped.
Wild plans, plans that only a foolhardy cowboy like
Yuma could concoct. He didn't know why he hadn't shot
the masked man; perhaps because he knew there would
be others to investigate the Texas Ranger murders and
the Basin gang.</p>
<p>No. Murder would not have helped. It would simply
have delayed the end of Bryant. In making himself the
confessed criminal, the leader of the wolf pack, he had
done the only thing that his simple mind could think
of.</p>
<p>"Git up," he bellowed, and the horse lunged on.</p>
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