Breakheart Pass by Alistair MacLean Read Free Book Online

on the floor Deakin said: 'Where did you catch it. Doctor?'
    Everyone stared at him in surprise. Felons, like little children, were supposed to be seen and not heard. Pearce pushed himself halfway to his feet, but Molyneux waved him down.
    'In India,' Molyneux said. 'Where I studied the disease.' He smiled without much humour. 'At very, very close quarters. Why?'
    'Curiosity. When?'
    'Eight, ten years ago. Again why?'
    'You heard the Marshal read out my wanted notice. I know a little about medicine. Just interested, that's all.'
    For a few moments Molyneux, his face oddly intent, studied Deakin. Then he nodded briefly to the company and left.
    This,' Pearce said thoughtfully, 'isn't nice. The news, I mean. How many at the last count. Colonel? Of the garrison, I mean. The dead.'
    Claremont glanced interrogatively at O'Brien, who was his usual prompt and authoritative self. 'At the last count – that was about six hours ago – there were fifteen. That is out of a garrison of seventy-six. We don't have figures as to the numbers stricken but still alive but Molyneux, who is very experienced in such matters, estimates, on the basis of the number of the dead, that anything between two-thirds and threequarters of the remainder must be affected.'
    Pearce said: 'So possibly there are no more than fifteen fit soldiers left to defend the Fort?'
    'Possibly.'
    'What a chance for White Hand. If he knew about this.'
    'White Hand? Your bloodthirsty chief of the Paiutes?' Pearce nodded his head and O'Brien shook his. 'We've thought of this possibility and discounted it. We all know about White Hand's obsessive hatred of the white man in general and the United States Cavalry in particular, but we also know that he's very, very far from being a fool. If he weren't, the Army or –' O'Brien permitted himself a slight smile – 'our intrepid lawmen of the West would have nabbed him quite some time ago. If White Hand knows that Fort Humboldt is so desperately under-manned, then he'll know why and will avoid the Fort like the plague.' Another smile, but wintry this time. 'Sorry, that wasn't meant to be clever.'
    Marica said shakily: 'My father?'
    'No. Clear so far.'
    'You mean–'
    'I'm sorry.' O'Brien touched her arm lightly. 'All I mean is that I know no more about it than you do.'
    'Fifteen of God's children taken to their rest.' Peabody's voice emerged from the depths of the sepulchre. 'I wonder how many more of those poor souls will have been taken from us come the dawn.'
    'Come the dawn,' Claremont said shortly, 'we'll find out.' Claremont, clearly, was increasingly of the opinion that the padre was a less than desirable person to have around in circumstances such as these.
    'You'll find out?' Again the millimetric raising of Pearce's right eyebrow. 'How?'
    'There's no magic. We have a portable telegraph transmitter aboard. We clamp a long lead on to the railroad telegraph wires: that way we contact the fort to the west of Reese City – even Ogden – to the east.' He looked at Marica, who had turned away. 'You are leaving us, Miss Fairchild.'
    'I'm – I'm just tired.' She smiled wanly. 'Not your fault. Colonel, but you're not the bearer of very good news.' She walked away stopped by the passageway entrance and looked for a long, considering moment at Deakin, then swung round to face Pearce.
    'Is this poor man to get nothing at all to eat or drink?'
    'Poor man!' There was open contempt in Pearce's voice but it was clearly directed at Deakin, not Marica. 'Would you like to repeat that, ma'am, to the relatives of the folks who died in the fire at Lake's Crossing? Plenty of meat on that ruffian's bones yet. He'll survive.'
    'But surely you're not going to leave him tied up all night?'
    'That's just what I intend to do.' Finality in the voice. 'I'll cut him free in the morning.'
    'In the morning?'
    'That's it. And not for any tender feelings I have for our friend here. By that time we'll be deep in hostile territory. He