"That"s all right for common, every-day enemies, but the Roush clan ain"t that kind," explained the boy stubbornly. "It sh.o.r.e is laid on me to destroy "em root an" branch, like the Bible says."
By the way he wagged his head he might have been a wise little old man.
The savage philosophy of the boy had been drawn in with his mother"s milk. It had been talked by his elders while as a child he drowsed before the big fireplace on winter nights. After his sister"s tragic death it had been driven home by Bible texts and by a solemn oath of vengeance.
Was it likely that anything she could say would have weight with him? For the present the girl gave up her resolve to convert him to a more Christian point of view.
The sun had sunk behind the canon wall when Pierre Roubideau arrived with a travois which he had hastily built. There was no wagon-road up the gulch and it would have been difficult to get the buckboard in as far as the fork over the broken terrain. As a voyageur of the North he had often seen wounded men carried by the Indians in travois across the plains. He knew, too, that the tribes of the Southwest use them. This one was constructed of two sixteen-foot poles with a canvas lashed from one bar to the other. The horse was harnessed between the ends of the shafts, the other ends dragging on the ground.
Clanton looked at this device distastefully. "I"m no squaw. Whyfor can"t I climb on its back an" ride?"
"Because you are seeck. It iss of the importance that you do not exert yourself. Voyons! You will be comfortable here. N"est-ce pas, Polly?"
Pierre gesticulated as he explained volubly. He even ill.u.s.trated the comfort by lying down in the travois himself and giving a dramatic representation of sleep.
The young man grumbled, but gave way reluctantly.
"How"s Billie Prince?" he asked presently from the cot where he lay.
"He will hafe a fever, but soon he will be well again. I, Pierre, promise it. For he iss of a good strength and sound as a dollar."
Pauline, rifle in hand, scouted ahead of the travois and picked the smoothest way down the rough ravine. The horse that Roubideau drove was an old and patient one. Its master held it to a slow, even pace, so that the wounded boy was jolted as little as possible. When they had reached the entrance to the gorge, travel across the valley became less b.u.mpy.
The young girl walked as if she loved it. The fine, free swing of the hill woman was in her step. She breasted the slope with the light grace of a forest faun. Presently she dropped back to a place beside the conveyance and smiled encouragement at him.
"Pretty bad, is it?"
He grinned back. "It"s up to me to play the hand I"ve been dealt."
That he was in a good deal of pain was easy to guess.
"We"re past the worst of it," Pauline told him, "Up this hill--down the other side--and then we"re home."
The bawling of thirsty cattle and the blatting of calves could be heard now.
"It iss that Monsieur Webb has taken my advice to drive the herd up the canon and into the park for the night," explained Roubideau. "There iss one way in, one way out. Guard the entrances and the "Paches cannot stampede the cattle. Voila!"
From the hill-top the leaders of the herd could be seen drinking at the creek. Cattle behind were pushing forward to get at the water, while the riders on the point and at the swing were directing the movement of the beeves, now checking the steady pressure from the rear and now hastening the pace of those dawdling in the stream. To add to the confusion cows were mooing loudly for their off-spring not yet unloaded from the calf wagon.
Near the summit Jean with the buckboard met the party from the canon. He helped Clanton to the seat and drove to the house.
Webb cantered up. "What"s this I hear about you, Jimmie-Go-Get-"Em? They tell me you"ve made four good Injuns to-day, shot up a renegade, rescued this young lady here, "most rode one of my horses to death, an" got stove up in the foot yore own self. It certainly must have been yore busy afternoon."
The drover looked at him with a new respect. He had found the answer to the question he had put himself a few hours earlier. This boy was no four-flusher. He not only knew how and when to shoot, was game as a bulldog, and keen as a weasel; he possessed, too, that sixth sense so necessary to a gun-fighter, the instinct which shows him how to take advantage of every factor in the situation so as to come through safely.
"I didn"t do it all," answered Clanton, flushing. "Billie helped, and the Roubideaus got two of "em."
"That"s not the way Billie tells it. Anyhow, you-all made a great gather between you. Six "Paches that will never smile again ought to give the raiders a pain."
"Don"t you think we"d better get him to bed?" said Pauline gently.
"You"re shoutin", ma"am," agreed Webb. "Roubideau, the little boss says Jimmie-Go-Get-"Em is to be put to bed. I"ll tote him in if you"ll give my boys directions about throwin" the herd into yore park and loose-herdin" "em there."
The Missourian picked up the wounded boy and followed Pauline into the house. She led the way to her own little bedroom. It was the most comfortable in the house and that was the one she wanted Jim Clanton to have.
Chapter VI
Billie Asks a Question
Roubideau rounded up next day his beef stock and sold two hundred head to the drover. During the second day the riders were busy putting the road brand on the cattle just bought.
"Don"t bust yore suspenders on this job, boys," Webb told his men. "I"d just as lief lie up here for a few days while Uncle Sam is roundin" up his pets camped out there. Old man Roubideau says we"re welcome to stick around. The feed"s good. Our cattle are some gaunted with the drive. It won"t hurt a mite to let "em stay right here a spell."
But on the third day came news that induced the Missourian to change his mind. Jean, who had been out as a scout, returned with the information that a company of cavalry had come down from the fort and that the Apaches had hastily decamped for parts unknown.
"I reckon we"ll throw into the trail again tomorrow, Joe," the drover told Yankie. "No use wastin" time here if we don"t have to stay. We"ll mosey along toward the river. Kinder take it easy an" drift the herd down slow so as to let the cattle put on flesh. Billie an" the kid can join us soon as they"re fit to travel."
The decision was announced on the porch of the Roubideau house. Its owner and his daughter were present. So was Dad Wrayburn. The Texan old-timer snorted as he rolled a cigarette.
"Hm! Soft thing those two boys have got sittin" around an" bein" petted by Miss Polly here. I"ve a notion to go an" bust my laig too. Will you nurse me real tender, ma"am, if I get stove up pullin" off a grand-stand play like they done?"
"The hospital is full. We haven"t got room for more invalids, Mr.
Wrayburn," laughed the girl.
"Well, you let me know when there"s a vacancy, Miss Polly. My sister gave me a book to read onct. It was "most twenty years ago. The name of it was "Ivanhoe." I told her I would save it to read when I broke my laig. Looks like I never will git that book read."
By daybreak the outfit was on the move. Yankie trailed the cattle out to the plain and started them forward leisurely. Webb had allowed himself plenty of time for the drive. The date set for delivery at the fort was still distant and he wanted the beeves to be in first-cla.s.s condition for inspection. To reach the Pecos he was allowing three weeks, a programme that would let him bed the herd down early and would permit of drifting it slowly to graze for an hour or two a day.
The weeks that followed were red-letter ones in the life of Jim Clanton.
They gave him his first glimpse of a family life which had for its basis not only affection, but trust and understanding. He had never before seen a household that really enjoyed little jokes shared in common, whose members were full of kind consideration the one for the other. The Roubideaus had more than a touch of the French temperament. They took life gayly and whimsically, and though they poked all kinds of fun at each other there was never any sting to their wit.
Pauline was a famous little nurse. It was not long before she was offering herself as a crutch to help young Clanton limp to the sunny porch. Two or three days later Billie joined his fellow invalid. From where they sat the two young men could hear the girl as she went about her work singing. Often she came out with a plate of hot, new-baked cookies for them and a pitcher of milk. Or she would dance out without any excuse except that of her own frank interest in the youth she shared with her patients.
One of the Roubideau jokes was that Polly was the mother of the family and her father and Jean two mischievous little boys she had to scold and pet alternately. Temporarily she took the two cowpunchers into her circle and browbeat them shamefully with an impudent little twinkle in her eyes. Whatever the state of Billie"s mind may have been before, there can be no doubt that now he was fathoms deep in love. With hungry eyes he took in her laughter and raillery, her boyish high spirits, the sweet tenderness of the girl for her father. He loved her wholly--the charm of her comradeship, of her swift, generous impulses, of that touch of coquetry she could not entirely subdue.
Pierre had been a cha.s.seur in the Franco-Prussian War. His daughter was very proud of it, but one of her games was to mock him fondly by swaggering back and forth while she sang:
"Allons, enfants de la patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrive."
When she came to the chorus, nothing would do but all of them must join.
She taught the words and tune to Prince and Jimmie so that they could fall into line behind the old soldier and his son:
"Aux armes, citoyens! formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu"un sang impur abreuve nos sillons."
It always began in pretended derision, but as she swept her little company down the porch all the gallant, imperishable soul of France spoke in her ringing voice and the flash of her brown eyes. Surely her patriotism was no less sound because the blood of Alsace and that of Tennessee were fused in her ardent veins.