The lashes of her eyelids fell. She looked down at the bands of iron around his small wrists. "I--I"ve prayed over it, Jim. But I"m not clear that I"ve found an answer." Her low voice broke a little. "I don"t know what to say."
"Is it that you are afraid of what I"m goin" to be? Can"t you trust yore life with me? I shouldn"t think you could."
Her eyes lifted and met his bravely. "I think that wouldn"t stop me if--if I cared for you that way."
"It"s Billie Prince, then, is it?"
"No, it isn"t Billie Prince. Never mind who it is. What I must decide is whether I can make you the kind of wife you need without being exactly--"
"In love with me," he finished for her.
"Yes. I"ve always liked you very much. You"ve been good to me. I love you like a brother, I think. Oh, I don"t know how to say it."
"Let"s get this straight, Polly. Is there some one else you love?"
A tide of color flooded her face to the roots of the hair. She met his steady look reluctantly.
"We needn"t discuss that, Jim."
"Needn"t we?" He laughed a little, but his voice was rough with feeling.
"You"re the blamedest little pilgrim ever I did see. What kind of a fellow do you think I am? I ain"t good enough for you--not by a thousand miles. Even if you felt about me the way I do about you, it would be a big risk for you to marry me. But now--Sho, little missionary, I ain"t so selfish as to let you sacrifice yore life for me."
"If I marry you it will be because I want to, Jim."
"You"ll want to because you"re such a good little Christian you think it"s up to you to save a brand from the burning. But I won"t let you do any such foolishness. You go marry that other man. If he"s a good, square, decent fellow, you"ll be a whole lot better off than if you tied up with a ne"er-do-well like me."
They heard a step on the porch.
"Don"t forget. Three taps if you"re alone in the room," she said in a whisper.
Goodheart came into the parlor with Pierre Roubideau. "Expect we"d better turn in, Clanton. We"ve got to make an early start to-morrow."
The prisoner rose at once. Pauline had drawn her father aside and was giving him some instructions. The old Frenchman nodded, smiling. He understood her little feminine devices and was a cheerful victim of them.
The young woman found a chance for a word alone with the deputy.
"I want to see you to-night, Jack, about--something." Her eyes were very bright and the color in the soft cheeks high. She spoke almost in a whisper.
The lank young sheriff had the soul of an inarticulate poet. Beneath the tan of his leathery face the blood burned. This was the first really kind word he had had from her since their arrival. All her solicitation had been for the condemned youth in his care. Perhaps all she wanted now was to ask some favor for Clanton, but hope leaped in his heart.
He made arrangements for the night in his usual careful way. It was not pleasant to have to watch the prisoner as a cat does a mouse, but Goodheart was thorough in whatever he undertook. Skillfully he tied Clanton in such a way as to allow him enough freedom of motion to change position without giving him enough to make it possible for him to untie himself.
"Back after a while" he told Jim.
The young man on the bed grunted sleepily and the deputy returned to the parlor.
Pauline, still in her kitchen ap.r.o.n, smiled in at the door upon him and her father.
"You two go out on the porch and smoke your pipes," she said. "I have to finish my work in the kitchen, then I have to go down to the cellar and take care of the milk. Ill not be long."
Pierre, an obedient parent, rose and moved toward the porch. Before he left the room Goodheart took the precaution to lock the bedroom door and pocket the key. He was a little ashamed of this, but he knew that Go-Get-"Em Jim was a very competent and energetic person. Convicted and sentenced though he was, Clanton still boasted with cool aplomb that there would be no hanging on the sixth. The deputy strolled round to the back of the house to make sure his a.s.sistant was still on the job. After a few words with the man he returned to the porch. He was satisfied there was no possible chance of an escape. The prisoner lay handcuffed and tied to a bed by the champion roper of the Southwest. The door of the room was locked Both exits from the house were guarded. Jack felt that he could safely enjoy a smoke.
Chapter x.x.xI
Goodheart Makes a Promise and Breaks It
Pauline was a singularly honest little soul, but she now discovered in herself unsuspected capacity for duplicity. She went singing about her work, apparently care-free as a lark. Presently, still humming a French chanson, she appeared on the porch swinging a key, pa.s.sed the two men with a gay little nod, and disappeared around the corner of the house to the cellar.
The rancher apologized for the key. "We"ve had to lock the cellar lately since so many movers have been going through on this road. Eh bien! Our hams--they took wings and flew."
Polly rattled the milk pans for a moment or two and then listened. From above there came to her the sound of three faint raps on the woodwork of the bed. She crept up the stairs that led from the cellar into the house.
At the top of them was a trapdoor. Very slowly and carefully she pushed this up. Through the opening she pa.s.sed into a bedroom.
Softly the girl stole to the bed. From the cellar she had brought a butcher knife and with this she sawed at the rope which bound the prisoner.
"But your handcuffs. What can we do about them?" she whispered.
Clanton stretched his stiff muscles. He made no answer in words. For a moment or two his arms writhed, then from out of the iron bracelet his long slender hand slowly twisted. Soon the second wrist was also free.
"I"ve had a lot of fun poked at my girl hands, but they come in useful sometimes," he murmured.
"I"ll have to hurry back or I"ll be missed," she told him. "You"ll find a saddled horse in the aspens."
He caught her by the shoulders and held her fast. "You"ve been the truest little friend ever a man had. You"ve stuck by me an" believed in me even when I didn"t believe in myself any longer. No matter what folks said about me or about you for takin" an interest in such a scamp, you never quit fightin" to keep me decent. I"ve heard tell of guardian angels--well, that"s what you"ve been to me, little pilgrim."
"I haven"t forgotten the boy who rode up Escondido Canon to save me from death and dishonor," Pauline cried softly.
"You"ve paid that debt fifty times. I owe you more than I can tell. I wisht I knew a way to pay it."
Her soft and dusky eyes clung to his pleadingly. "If you get away, Jim, you _will_ be good, won"t you?"
"I"ll be as good as I"ve got it in me to be. I don"t know how good that is, Polly. But I"ll do my level best."
"Oh, I"m so glad," she whispered. "Good luck--heaps of it."
He was not quite sure whether it was his privilege to kiss the parted red lips upturned to him, but he took a chance and was not rebuked.
Pauline went noiselessly down the steps again into the cellar while Clanton held the trapdoor. He lowered it inch by inch so that it would not creak, then spread over it the Navajo rug that had been there before the entrance of the girl.
Pierre Roubideau was still on his first pipe when Polly came round the corner of the house and stopped at the porch steps.
"I want to show you our new colt, Jack," she said to the deputy. This matter-of-fact statement came a little shyly and a little tremulously from her lips. Her heart was beating furiously.
The officer rose at once. "Just a minute," he said, and went into the house.