"Do what?"
"You know." The red flamed into his face. "If it got out among the boys what he"d done, I"d never hear the last of it."
"You mean kissed you?"
"Sure I do. That ain"t no way to treat a fellow. I"m past eighteen if I am small for my age. n.o.body can pull the pat-you-on-the-head-sonny stuff on me."
"But you don"t understand. That isn"t it at all. My father is French.
That makes all the difference. When he kissed you it meant--oh, that he honored and esteemed you because you fought for me."
"I been tellin" you right along that Billie Prince is to blame. Let him go an" kiss Billie an" see if he"ll stand for it."
A flash of roguishness brought out an unexpected dimple near the corner of her insubordinate mouth. "We"ll be good, all of us, and never do it again. Cross our hearts."
Young Clanton reddened beneath the tan. Without looking at her he felt the look she tilted sideways at him from under the long, curved lashes.
Of course she was laughing at him. He knew that much, even though he lacked the experience to meet her in kind. Oddly enough, there p.r.i.c.ked through his embarra.s.sment a delicious little tingle of delight. So long as she took him in as a partner of her gayety she might make as much fun of him as she pleased.
But the owlish dignity of his age would not let him drop the subject without further explanation. "It"s all right for yore dad to much you. I reckon a girl kinder runs to kisses an" such doggoned foolishness. But a man"s different. He don"t go in for it."
"Oh, doesn"t he?" asked Polly demurely. She did not think it necessary to mention that every unmarried man who came to the ranch wanted to make love to her before he left. "I"m glad you told me, because I"m only a girl and I don"t know much about it. And since you"re a man, of course you know."
"That"s the way it is," he a.s.sured her, solemn as a pouter.
She bit her lip to keep from laughing out, but on the heels of her mirth came a swift reproach. In his knowledge of life he might be a boy, but in one way at least he had proved himself a man. He had taken his life in his hands and ridden to save her without a second thought. He had fought a good fight, one that would be a story worth telling when she had become an old woman with grandchildren at her knee.
"Does your foot hurt you much?" she asked gently.
"It sort o" keeps my memory jogged up. It"s a kind of forget-me-not souvenir, for a good boy, compliments of a Mescalero buck, name unknown, probably now permanently retired from his business of raisin" Cain. But it might be a heap worse. They would"ve been glad to collect our scalps if it hadn"t been onconvenient, I expect."
"Yes," she agreed gravely.
He sat up abruptly. "Say, what about Billie? I left him wounded outside.
Did yore folks find him?"
"Yes. It seems the Apaches trapped them in the stable. They roped horses and came straight for the canon. They found Mr. Prince, but they had no time to stop then. Father is looking after him now. He said he was going to take him to the house in the buckboard."
"Is he badly hurt?"
"Jean thinks he will be all right. Mr. Prince told him it was only a flesh wound, but the muscles were so paralysed he couldn"t get around."
"The bullet did not strike an artery, then?"
"My brother seemed to think not."
"I reckon there"s no doctor near."
Her eyes twinkled. "Not very near. Our nearest neighbor lives on the Pecos one hundred land seventeen miles away. But my father is as good as a doctor any day of the week."
"Likely you don"t borrow coffee next door when you run out of it onexpected. But don"t you get lonesome?"
"Haven"t time," she told him cheerfully. "Besides, somebody going through stops off every three or four months. Then we learn all the news."
Jimmie glanced at her shyly and looked quickly away. This girl was not like any woman he had known. Most of them were drab creatures with the spirit washed out of them. His sister had been an exception. She had had plenty of vitality, good looks and pride, but the somber shadow of her environment had not made for gayety. It was different with Pauline Roubideau. Though she had just escaped from terrible danger, laughter bubbled up in her soft throat, mirth rippled over her mobile little face.
She expressed herself with swift, impulsive gestures at times. Then again she suggested an inheritance of slow grace from the Southland of her mother.
He did not understand the contradictions of her and they worried him a little. Billie had told him that she could rope and shoot as well as any man. He had seen for himself that she was an expert rider. Her nerves were good enough to sit beside him at quiet ease within a stone"s throw of three sprawling bodies from which she had seen the l.u.s.ty life driven scarce a half-hour since. Already he divined the boyish _camaraderie_ that was so simple and direct an expression of good-will. And yet there was something about her queer little smile he could not make out. It hinted that she was really old enough to be his mother, that she was heiress of wisdom handed down by her s.e.x through all the generations.
As yet he had not found out that he was only a boy and she was a woman.
Chapter V
No Four-Flusher
Pauline Roubideau knew the frontier code. She evinced no curiosity about the past of this boy-man who had come into her life at the nick of time.
None the less she was eager to know what connection lay between him and the renegade her brother had killed. She had heard Jim Clanton say that he had waited four years for his revenge and had followed the man all over the West. Why? What motive could be powerful enough with a boy of fourteen to sway so completely his whole life toward vengeance?
She set herself to find out without asking. Inside of ten minutes the secret which had been locked so long in his warped soul had been confided to her. The boy broke down when he told her the story of his sister"s death. He was greatly ashamed of himself for his emotion, but the touch of her warm sympathy melted the ice in his heart and set him sobbing.
Quickly she came across to him and knelt down by his side.
"You poor boy! You poor, poor boy!" she murmured.
Her arm crept round his shoulders with the infinitely tender caress of the mother that lies, dormant or awake, in all good women.
"I--I--I"m nothing but a baby," he gulped, trying desperately to master his sobs.
"Don"t talk foolishness," she scolded to comfort him. "I wouldn"t think much of you if you didn"t love your sister enough to cry for her."
There were tears in her own eyes. Her lively young imagination pictured vividly the desolation of the young hill girl betrayed so cruelly, the swift decline of her stern, broken-hearted father. The thought of the half-grown boy following the betrayers of his sister across the continent, his life dedicated for years to vengeance, was a dreadful thing to contemplate. It shocked her sense of all that was fitting. No doubt his mission had become a religion with him. He had lain down at night with that single purpose before him. He had risen with it in the morning. It had been his companion throughout the day. From one season to another he had cherished it when he should have been filled with the happy, healthy play impulses natural to his age.
The boy told the story of that man-hunt without a suspicion that there was anything in it to outrage the feelings of the girl.
"If it hadn"t been for old Nance Cunningham, I reckon Devil Dave an" his brothers would have fixed up some c.o.c.k an" bull story about how "Lindy was drowned by accident. But folks heard Nance an" then wouldn"t believe a word they said. Dad swore us Clantons to wipe out the whole clan of "em. Every last man in the hills that was decent got to cussin" the Roush outfit. Their own friends turned their backs on all three. Then the sheriff come up from the settlemint an" they jest naturally lit out.
"I heerd tell they were in Arizona an" after dad died I took after "em.
But seemed like I had no luck. When I struck their trail they had always just gone. To-day I got Ranse--leastways I would"a" got him if yore brother hadn"t interfered. I"ll meet up with the others one o" these times. I"ll git "em too."
He spoke with quiet conviction, as if it were a business matter that had to be looked after.
"Did you ever hear this: "Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord"?"
He nodded. "Dad used to read that to me. There"s a heap in the Bible about killin" yore enemies. Dad said that vengeance verse meant that we-all was the Lord"s deputies, like a sheriff has folks to help him, an"
we was certainly to repay the Roushes an" not to forgit interest neither."
The girl shook her head vigorously. "I don"t think that"s what it means at all. If you"ll read the verses above and below, you"ll see it doesn"t.
We"re to feed our enemies when they are hungry. We"re to do them good for evil."