shapedheadanderectwhirringtailwithitsvibrantrattles。
Forfullythirtysecondsthemanandsnakeremainedlookingintoeachother’seyes。Thenthesnakeuncoiledandswiftlywoundfromsightamidstthesagebrush。McTeaguedrewbreathagain,andhiseyesoncemorebeheldtheillimitableleaguesofquiveringsandandalkali。
“GoodLord!Whatacountry!“heexclaimed。Buthisvoicewastremblingasheurgedforwardthemuleoncemore。
Fiercerandfiercergrewtheheatastheafternoonadvanced。
AtfourMcTeaguestoppedagain。Hewasdrippingateverypore,buttherewasnoreliefinperspiration。Theverytouchofhisclothesuponhisbodywasunendurable。Themule’searsweredroopingandhistonguelolledfromhismouth。Thecattletrailsseemedtobedrawingtogethertowardacommonpoint;perhapsawaterholewasnearby。
“I’llhavetolayup,sure,“mutteredthedentist。“Iain’tmadetotravelinsuchheatasthis。“
Hedrovethemuleupintooneofthelargercanyonsandhaltedintheshadowofapileofredrock。Afteralongsearchhefoundwater,afewquarts,warmandbrackish,atthebottomofahollowofsunwrackedmud;itwaslittlemorethanenoughtowaterthemuleandrefillhiscanteen。Herehecamped,easingthemuleofthesaddle,andturninghimloosetofindwhatnourishmenthemight。Afewhourslaterthesunsetinacloudlessgloryofredandgold,andtheheatbecamebydegreeslessintolerable。McTeaguecookedhissupper,chieflycoffeeandbacon,andwatchedthetwilightcomeon,revellinginthedeliciouscoolnessoftheevening。Ashespreadhisblanketsonthegroundheresolvedthathereafterhewouldtravelonlyatnight,layingupinthedaytimeintheshadeofthecanyons。Hewasexhaustedwithhisterribleday’smarch。Neverinhislifehadsleepseemedsosweettohim。
Butsuddenlyhewasbroadawake,hisjadedsensesallalert。
“Whatwasthat?“hemuttered。“IthoughtIheardsomething——sawsomething。“
Herosetohisfeet,reachingfortheWinchester。Desolationlaystillaroundhim。Therewasnotasoundbuthisownbreathing;onthefaceofthedesertnotagrainofsandwasinmotion。McTeaguelookedfurtivelyandquicklyfromsidetoside,histeethset,hiseyesrolling。Oncemoretherowelwasinhisflanks,oncemoreanunseenhandreinedhimtowardtheeast。Afterallthemilesofthatdreadfulday’sflighthewasnobetteroffthanwhenhestarted。Ifanything,hewasworse,forneverhadthatmysteriousinstinctinhimbeenmoreinsistentthannow;neverhadtheimpulsetowardprecipitateflightbeenstronger;neverhadthespurbitdeeper。Everynerveofhisbodycriedaloudforrest;yeteveryinstinctseemedarousedandalive,goadinghimtohurryon,tohurryon。
“WhatISit,then?Whatisit?“hecried,betweenhisteeth。“Can’tIevergetridofyou?Ain’tIEVERgoingtoshakeyouoff?Don’keepitupthisway。Showyourselves。Let’shaveitoutrightaway。Comeon。I
ain’tafraidifyou’llonlycomeon;butdon’tskulkthisway。“Suddenlyhecriedaloudinafrenzyofexasperation,“Damnyou,comeon,willyou?Comeonandhaveitout。“
Hisriflewasathisshoulder,hewascoveringbushafterbush,rockafterrock,aimingateverydensershadow。Allatonce,andquiteinvoluntarily,hisforefingercrooked,andtheriflespokeandflamed。Thecanyonsroaredbacktheecho,tossingitoutfaroverthedesertinarippling,wideningwaveofsound。
McTeagueloweredtheriflehastily,withanexclamationofdismay。
“Youfool,“hesaidtohimself,“youfool。You’vedoneitnow。Theycouldhearthatmilesaway。You’vedoneitnow。“
Hestoodlisteningintently,theriflesmokinginhishands。
Thelastechodiedaway。Thesmokevanished,thevastsilencecloseduponthepassingechoesoftherifleastheoceanclosesuponaship’swake。Nothingmoved;yetMcTeaguebestirredhimselfsharply,rollinguphisblankets,resaddlingthemule,gettinghisoutfittogetheragain。
Fromtimetotimehemuttered:
“Hurrynow;hurryon。Youfool,you’vedoneitnow。Theycouldhearthatmilesaway。Hurrynow。Theyain’tfaroffnow。“
Ashedepressedtheleveroftherifletoreloadit,hefoundthatthemagazinewasempty。Heclappedhishandstohissides,feelingrapidlyfirstinonepocket,theninanother。Hehadforgottentotakeextracartridgeswithhim。McTeaguesworeunderhisbreathasheflungtherifleaway。Henceforthhemusttravelunarmed。
Alittlemorewaterhadgatheredinthemudholenearwhichhehadcamped。Hewateredthemuleforthelasttimeandwetthesacksaroundthecanary’scage。Thenoncemorehesetforward。
ButtherewasachangeinthedirectionofMcTeague’sflight。Hithertohehadheldtothesouth,keepingupontheveryedgeofthehills;nowheturnedsharplyatrightangles。Theslopefellawaybeneathhishurryingfeet;thesage-brushdwindled,andatlengthceased;thesandgaveplacetoafinepowder,whiteassnow;andanhourafterhehadfiredtheriflehismule’shoofswerecrispingandcrackingthesun-bakedflakesofalkalionthesurfaceofDeathValley。
Trackedandharried,ashefelthimselftobe,fromonecampingplacetoanother,McTeaguehadsuddenlyresolvedtomakeonelastefforttoridhimselfoftheenemythatseemedtohanguponhisheels。Hewouldstrikestraightoutintothathorriblewildernesswhereeventhebeastswereafraid。
HewouldcrossDeathValleyatonceandputitsaridwastesbetweenhimandhispursuer。
“Youdon’tdarefollowmenow,“hemuttered,ashehurriedon。“Let’sseeyoucomeoutHEREafterme。“
Hehurriedonswiftly,urgingthemuletoarapidrackingwalk。Towardsfouro’clocktheskyinfrontofhimbegantoflushpinkandgolden。McTeaguehaltedandbreakfasted,pushingonagainimmediatelyafterward。Thedawnflamedandglowedlikeabrazier,andthesunroseavastred-hotcoalfloatinginfire。Anhourpassed,thenanother,andanother。
Itwasaboutnineo’clock。Oncemorethedentistpaused,andstoodpantingandblowing,hisarmsdangling,hiseyesscrewedupandblinkingashelookedabouthim。
FarbehindhimthePanaminthillswerealreadybutbluehummocksonthehorizon。Beforehimanduponeitherside,tothenorthandtotheeastandtothesouth,stretchedprimordialdesolation。Leagueuponleaguetheinfinitereachesofdazzlingwhitealkalilaidthemselvesoutlikeanimmeasurablescrollunrolledfromhorizontohorizon;notabush,notatwigrelievedthathorriblemonotony。Eventhesandofthedesertwouldhavebeenawelcomesight;asingleclumpofsage-brushwouldhavefascinatedtheeye;butthiswasworsethanthedesert。Itwasabominable,thishideoussinkofalkali,thisbedofsomeprimevallakelyingsofarbelowtheleveloftheocean。ThegreatmountainsofPlacerCountyhadbeenmerelyindifferenttoman;butthisawfulsinkofalkaliwasopenlyandunreservedlyiniquitousandmalignant。
McTeaguehadtoldhimselfthattheheatuponthelowerslopesofthePanaminthadbeendreadful;hereinDeathValleyitbecameathingofterror。Therewasnolongeranyshadowbuthisown。Hewasscorchedandparchedfromheadtoheel。Itseemedtohimthatthesmartofhistorturedbodycouldnothavebeenkeenerifhehadbeenflayed。
“Ifitgetsmuchhotter,“hemuttered,wringingthesweatfromhisthickfellofhairandmustache,“ifitgetsmuchhotter,Idon’knowwhatI’lldo。“Hewasthirsty,anddrankalittlefromhiscanteen。“Iain’tgotanytoomuchwater,“hemurmured,shakingthecanteen。“Igottogetoutofthisplaceinahurry,sure。“
Byeleveno’clocktheheathadincreasedtosuchanextentthatMcTeaguecouldfeeltheburningofthegroundcomepringlingandstingingthroughthesolesofhisboots。
Everystephetookthrewupcloudsofimpalpablealkalidust,saltyandchoking,sothathestrangledandcoughedandsneezedwithit。
“LORD!whatacountry!“exclaimedthedentist。
Anhourlater,themulestoppedandlaydown,hisjawswideopen,hisearsdangling。McTeaguewashedhismouthwithahandfulofwaterandforasecondtimesincesunrisewettedtheflour-sacksaroundthebirdcage。Theairwasquiveringandpalpitatinglikethatinthestoke-holdofasteamship。
Thesun,smallandcontracted,swammoltenoverhead。
“Ican’tstandit,“saidMcTeagueatlength。“I’llhavetostopandmakesomekindashade。“
Themulewascrouchedupontheground,pantingrapidly,withhalf-closedeyes。Thedentistremovedthesaddle,andunrollinghisblanket,proppeditupasbesthecouldbetweenhimandthesun。Ashestoopeddowntocrawlbeneathit,hispalmtouchedtheground。Hesnatcheditawaywithacryofpain。Thesurfacealkaliwasoven-hot;
hewasobligedtoscoopoutatrenchinitbeforehedaredtoliedown。
Bydegreesthedentistbegantodoze。Hehadhadlittleornosleepthenightbefore,andthehurryofhisflightundertheblazingsunhadexhaustedhim。Buthisrestwasbroken;
betweenwakingandsleeping,allmanneroftroublousimagesgallopedthroughhisbrain。HethoughthewasbackinthePanaminthillsagainwithCribbens。Theyhadjustdiscoveredthemineandwerereturningtowardcamp。
McTeaguesawhimselfasanotherman,stridingalongoverthesandandsagebrush。Atoncehesawhimselfstopandwheelsharplyabout,peeringbacksuspiciously。Therewassomethingbehindhim;somethingwasfollowinghim。Helooked,asitwere,overtheshoulderofthisotherMcTeague,andsawdownthere,inthehalflightofthecanyon,somethingdarkcrawlingupontheground,anindistinctgrayfigure,manorbrute,hedidnotknow。Thenhesawanother,andanother;thenanother。Ascoreofblack,crawlingobjectswerefollowinghim,crawlingfrombushtobush,converginguponhim。“THEY“wereafterhim,wereclosinginuponhim,werewithintouchofhishand,wereathisfeet——WEREATHISTHROAT。
McTeaguejumpedupwithashout,oversettingtheblanket。