He listened dully to the voices until he heard a horse’s hoofs in front of the jail. He turned back with his face to the wall, and his hat tipped over his eyes, as a man entered the jail office with a stamp of boots and jingle of spurs.
“Hello, constable,” he heard the sheriff say. “What luck?”
“Couldn’t find the hoss,” came a disgruntled 80 voice. “Looked all afternoon an’ till it got dark for him.”
“Confound it!” exclaimed Neal. “The horse must have been somewhere aroun’ close. He sure didn’t walk down the valley.”
“That’s probably right,” said the other. “I left a couple of your men out there to keep up searching when daylight comes. That feller Lamy showed us about where they left the hosses––his hoss an’ The Coyote’s––but they wasn’t there. He said there was a bunch of wild hosses in the valley an’ that they’d probably got away an’ gone with ’em. We saw the wild hosses, but we couldn’t get anywhere near ’em––couldn’t get near enough to see if any of ’em was wearin’ saddles or not. We had some chase while it lasted, I’ll recite.”
“Did Lamy say how they came to leave their horses?” asked the sheriff in an annoyed tone.
“It was The Coyote’s orders. Thought they’d be safer in the middle of the posse or something like that. Made Lamy leave the hosses an’ run for the house an’ made him get down in the cellar with him. Don’t know if he knew Lamy lived there or not, but reckon it wouldn’t have made any difference.”
The sheriff was pacing the floor of the office as his footfalls attested. “I’ve ordered that Lamy in to-morrow. I’ve a lot more questions to ask him. Well, you might as well get a few winks, constable; Brown and the rest of ’em have hit the hay. Even the prisoner is tired out, and that’s sayin’ something for as tough a bird as he is. But I wish I had his horse. I’ve got to have his horse!”
Rathburn was smiling at the wall. He heard Neal walk to the door and look in. Receding footsteps 81 told him that the constable was leaving. For a time there was silence in the outer office.
Rathburn sat up quietly and began easing off his right boot. The boot came slowly, very slowly, as Rathburn worked at it, careful not to make any noise. Then, just as it came free, the sheriff again strode to the door and looked in.