Of course, it was against all the rules of the range—it was outlaw business—but what about driving iron stakes in a hay meadow? Drazk’s philosophy was that the end justifies the means. And if the end would win the approval of Y.D.—and of Y.D.‘s daughter—then any means was justified. Had not Linder said, “Burn the grass on the road?” Drazk knew well enough that Linder’s remark was a figure of speech, but his eccentric mind found no trouble in converting it into literal instructions.
Drazk sniffed the air and looked at the sun. A soft breeze was moving slowly up the valley; the sun was just past noon. There was every reason to expect that as the lowland prairies grew hot with the afternoon sunshine a breeze would come down out of the mountains to occupy the area of great atmospheric expansion. Drazk knew nothing about the theory of the thing; all that concerned him was the fact that by mid-afternoon the wind would probably change to the west.
Two miles down the valley he found a gully which gave access to the water’s edge. He descended, located a ford, and crossed. There were cattle-trails through the cottonwoods; he might have followed them, but he feared the telltale shoe-prints. He elected the more difficult route down the stream itself. The South Y.D. ran mostly on a wide gravel bottom; it was possible to pick out a course which kept Pete in water seldom higher than his knees. An hour of this, and Drazk, peering through the trees, could see the nearest of Landson’s stacks not half a mile away. The Landson gang were working farther down the valley, and the stack itself covered approach from the river.
Drazk slipped from the saddle, and stole quietly into the open. The breeze was now coming down the valley.
CHAPTER VI
Transley’s men had repaired such machines as they could and returned to work. The clatter of mowing machines filled the valley; the horses were speeded up to recover lost time. Transley and Y.D. rode about, carefully scrutinizing the short grass for iron stakes, and keeping a general eye on operations.
Suddenly Transley sat bolt-still on his horse. Then, in a low voice,
“Y.D!” he said.
The rancher turned and followed the line of Transley’s vision. The nearest of Landson’s stacks was ablaze, and a great pillar of smoke was rolling skyward. Even as they watched, the base of the fire seemed to spread; then, in a moment, tongues of flame were seen leaping from a stack farther on.