"Not a bit of use. I wired to Santa Fe by Steve to have that paper--the original of it--put on record this afternoon. By this time I expect you"re the princess of the Rio Chama all right."
She still hesitated, the tide of feeling running full in her heart. It was all very well for this casual youth to make her a present of a half million acres of land in this debonair way, but she could not persuade herself to accept so munificent a gift.
"I don"t know--I"ll have to think--if you are the legal owner----"
"You"re welching," he told her amiably. "I make a legal deed of conveyance because we are all agreed that my t.i.tle isn"t morally good.
We"re not a bunch of pettifoggers. All of us are aiming to get at what"s right in settling this thing. You know what is right. So do I. So does Mr. Pesquiera. Enough said. All we have to do then is to act according to the best we know. Looks simple to me."
"Maybe it wouldn"t look so simple if you were at the other end of the bargain, Mr. Gordon. To give is more blessed than to receive, you know."
"Sure. I understand that. I get the glory and do all the grand-standing.
But you"ll have to stand for it, I reckon."
"I"m going to think it over. Then I"ll let you know what I can do." She looked at him sharply, a new angle of the situation coming home to her.
"You meant to do this from the first, Mr. Gordon."
"Not quite from the first. After you had taken me to your ranch and I had seen how things stood between you and the folks in the valley I did.
You"ve smoked me, ma"am. I"m a born grand-stander." He laughed in amus.e.m.e.nt at himself. "I wanted to be it, the hero of the piece, the white-haired boy. But that wasn"t the way it panned out. I was elected villain most unanimous, and came mighty near being put out of business a few times before I could make the public _sabe_ I was only play acting.
Funny how things work out. Right at the last when I"ve got the spotlight all trained for me to star and the music playing soft and low, Don Manuel here jumps in and takes the stage from me by rescuing the villain from a fiery furnace. I don"t get any show," he complained whimsically.
Valencia smiled. "The action of the play has all revolved around you, anyhow. That ought to satisfy you. Without you there wouldn"t have been any entertainment at all."
"I"ve had plenty of fun for my money. I"m not making any complaint at all. When a pretender invades a country to put the reigning queen out of business he has a license to expect a real warm welcome. Well, I got it."
Once again Jimmie Corbett appeared in the doorway, this time with a yellow envelope which he handed to Gordon.
d.i.c.k read the enclosed telegram and pa.s.sed it to Pesquiera.
The Spaniard waved his hand and made a feeble attempt at a cheer.
"Am I to hear the good news?" Valencia asked.
"Read it, Mr. Pesquiera."
Manuel read:
"Relinquishment of claim to Moreno grant in favor of Valencia Valdes filed ten minutes ago. Have you taken my advice in regard to consolidation?
KATE UNDERWOOD."
"What does she mean about a consolidation?" asked Miss Valdes.
d.i.c.k flushed. "Oh, that was just something we were talking over--some foolishness or other, I reckon. Nothing to it. The important point is that the legal fight is over. You"re now the owner of both the Valdes and the Moreno claims."
"_Le roi est mort! Vive la reine!_" cried Manuel gaily.
"I can"t be said to have had a very peaceful reign. Wish you better luck, ma"am." He let his eyes rest drolly on the invalid for a moment.
"And I hope when you take a prince consort to share the throne he"ll meet all expectations--which I"m sure he will."
d.i.c.k shook hands with the bright-eyed flushing girl.
She laughed in the midst of her blushes. "_Gracias, senor!_ I"ll save your good wishes till they are needed."
"_Adios_, _Don_ Manuel. See you to-morrow if you"re up to it. I expect you"ve had enough excitement for one day."
"I"ll let you know then whether I can accept your gift, Mr. Gordon,"
Valencia told him.
"That"s all settled," he a.s.sured her as he left.
It was in the evening that he saw her again. d.i.c.k had stopped in the hall on the way to his room to examine a .303 Savage carbine he found propped against the wall. He had picked the weapon up when a voice above hailed him. He looked up. Valencia was leaning across the bal.u.s.trade of the stairway.
"I want to talk with you, Mr. Gordon."
"Same here," he answered promptly. "I mean I want to talk with you.
Let"s take a walk."
"No. You"re not up to a walk. We"ll drive. My rig is outside."
Ten minutes later they were flying over the hard roads packed with rubble from decomposed sandstone. Neither of them spoke for some time.
He was busy with the reins, and she was content to lean back and watch him. To her there was something very attractive about the set of his well-modeled head upon the broad shoulders. He had just been shaved, and the scent of the soap wafted to her a pleasant sense of intimacy with his masculinity. She could see the line above which the tiny white hairs grew thick on the bronzed cheeks. A strange delight stirred in her maiden heart, a joy in his physical well-being that longed for closer contact.
None of this reached the surface when she spoke at last.
"I can"t let things go the way you have arranged them, Mr. Gordon. It isn"t fair. After the way I and my people have treated you I can"t be the object of such unlimited generosity at your hands."
"Justice," he suggested by way of subst.i.tution.
"No, generosity," she insisted. "Why should you be forced to give way to me? What have I done any more than you to earn all this?"
"Now you know we"ve all agreed----"
"Agreed!" she interrupted sharply. "We"ve taken it for granted that I had some sort of divine right. When I look into it I see that"s silly.
We"re living in America, not in Spain of the seventeenth century. I"ve no right except what the law gives me."
"Well, the law"s clear now. I"m tired of being shot at and starved and imprisoned and burned to make a Mexican holiday. I"m fed up with the excitement your friends have offered me. Honest, I"m glad to quit. I don"t want the grant, anyhow. I"m a miner. We"ve just made a good strike in the Last Dollar. I"m going back to look after it."
"You can"t make me believe anything of the kind, Mr. Gordon. I know you"ve made a strike, but you had made it before you ever came to the valley. Mr. Davis told me so. We simply couldn"t drive you out. That"s all humbug. You want me to have it--and I"m not going to take it. That"s all there is to it, sir."
He smiled down upon her. "I never did see anyone so obstinate and so changeable. As long as I wanted the land you were going to have it; now I don"t want it you won"t take it. Isn"t that just like a woman?"
"You know why I won"t take it. From the very first you"ve played the better part. We"ve mistreated you in every way we could. Now you want to drown me in a lake of kindness. I just can"t accept it. If you want to compromise on a fair business basis I"ll do that."
"You"ve got a first-rate chance to be generous, too, Miss Valdes. I"m like a kid. I want to put this thing over my way so that I"ll look big.
Be a nice girl and let me have my own way. You know I said my wedding present was in that tin box. Don"t spoil everything. Show me that you do think we"re friends at last."