"I signaled."
"Who did you signal to?" asked Bill gravely.
"The young gentleman I"m going to marry."
A start, followed by a slight t.i.tter from the younger pa.s.sengers, was instantly suppressed by a savage glance from Bill.
"What did you signal to him for?" he continued.
"To tell him I was here, and that it was all right," returned the young girl, with a steadily rising pride and color.
"Wot was all right?" demanded Bill.
"That I wasn"t followed, and that he could meet me on the road beyond Ca.s.s"s Ridge Station." She hesitated a moment, and then, with a still greater pride, in which a youthful defiance was still mingled, said:
"I"ve run away from home to marry him. And I mean to! No one can stop me. Dad didn"t like him just because he was poor, and dad"s got money.
Dad wanted me to marry a man I hate, and got a lot of dresses and things to bribe me."
"And you"re taking them in your trunk to the other feller?" said Bill grimly.
"Yes, he"s poor," returned the girl defiantly.
"Then your father"s name is Mullins?" asked Bill.
"It"s not Mullins. I--I--took that name," she hesitated, with her first exhibition of self-consciousness.
"Wot IS his name?"
"Eli Hemmings."
A smile of relief and significance went round the circle. The fame of Eli or "Skinner" Hemmings, as a notorious miser and usurer, had pa.s.sed even beyond Galloper"s Ridge.
"The step that you"re taking, Miss Mullins, I need not tell you, is one of great gravity," said Judge Thompson, with a certain paternal seriousness of manner, in which, however, we were glad to detect a glaring affectation; "and I trust that you and your affianced have fully weighed it. Far be it from me to interfere with or question the natural affections of two young people, but may I ask you what you know of the--er--young gentleman for whom you are sacrificing so much, and, perhaps, imperiling your whole future? For instance, have you known him long?"
The slightly troubled air of trying to understand,--not unlike the vague wonderment of childhood,--with which Miss Mullins had received the beginning of this exordium, changed to a relieved smile of comprehension as she said quickly, "Oh yes, nearly a whole year."
"And," said the Judge, smiling, "has he a vocation--is he in business?"
"Oh yes," she returned; "he"s a collector."
"A collector?"
"Yes; he collects bills, you know,--money," she went on, with childish eagerness, "not for himself,--HE never has any money, poor Charley,--but for his firm. It"s dreadful hard work, too; keeps him out for days and nights, over bad roads and baddest weather. Sometimes, when he"s stole over to the ranch just to see me, he"s been so bad he could scarcely keep his seat in the saddle, much less stand. And he"s got to take mighty big risks, too. Times the folks are cross with him and won"t pay; once they shot him in the arm, and he came to me, and I helped do it up for him. But he don"t mind. He"s real brave,--jest as brave as he"s good." There was such a wholesome ring of truth in this pretty praise that we were touched in sympathy with the speaker.
"What firm does he collect for?" asked the Judge gently.
"I don"t know exactly--he won"t tell me; but I think it"s a Spanish firm. You see"--she took us all into her confidence with a sweeping smile of innocent yet half-mischievous artfulness--"I only know because I peeped over a letter he once got from his firm, telling him he must hustle up and be ready for the road the next day; but I think the name was Martinez--yes, Ramon Martinez."
In the dead silence that ensued--a silence so profound that we could hear the horses in the distant stable-yard rattling their harness--one of the younger "Excelsior" boys burst into a hysteric laugh, but the fierce eye of Yuba Bill was down upon him, and seemed to instantly stiffen him into a silent, grinning mask. The young girl, however, took no note of it. Following out, with lover-like diffusiveness, the reminiscences thus awakened, she went on:--
"Yes, it"s mighty hard work, but he says it"s all for me, and as soon as we"re married he"ll quit it. He might have quit it before, but he won"t take no money of me, nor what I told him I could get out of dad! That ain"t his style. He"s mighty proud--if he is poor--is Charley. Why thar"s all ma"s money which she left me in the Savin"s Bank that I wanted to draw out--for I had the right--and give it to him, but he wouldn"t hear of it! Why, he wouldn"t take one of the things I"ve got with me, if he knew it. And so he goes on ridin" and ridin", here and there and everywhere, and gettin" more and more played out and sad, and thin and pale as a spirit, and always so uneasy about his business, and startin" up at times when we"re meetin" out in the South Woods or in the far clearin", and sayin": "I must be goin" now, Polly," and yet always tryin" to be chiffle and chipper afore me. Why he must have rid miles and miles to have watched for me thar in the brush at the foot of Galloper"s to-night, jest to see if all was safe; and Lordy! I"d have given him the signal and showed a light if I"d died for it the next minit. There! That"s what I know of Charley--that"s what I"m running away from home for--that"s what I"m running to him for, and I don"t care who knows it! And I only wish I"d done it afore--and I would--if--if--if--he"d only ASKED ME! There now!" She stopped, panted, and choked. Then one of the sudden transitions of youthful emotion overtook the eager, laughing face; it clouded up with the swift change of childhood, a lightning quiver of expression broke over it, and--then came the rain!
I think this simple act completed our utter demoralization! We smiled feebly at each other with that a.s.sumption of masculine superiority which is miserably conscious of its own helplessness at such moments. We looked out of the window, blew our noses, said: "Eh--what?" and "I say,"
vaguely to each other, and were greatly relieved, and yet apparently astonished, when Yuba Bill, who had turned his back upon the fair speaker, and was kicking the logs in the fireplace, suddenly swept down upon us and bundled us all into the road, leaving Miss Mullins alone.
Then he walked aside with Judge Thompson for a few moments; returned to us, autocratically demanded of the party a complete reticence towards Miss Mullins on the subject-matter under discussion, re-entered the station, reappeared with the young lady, suppressed a faint idiotic cheer which broke from us at the spectacle of her innocent face once more cleared and rosy, climbed the box, and in another moment we were under way.
"Then she don"t know what her lover is yet?" asked the Expressman eagerly.
"No."
"Are YOU certain it"s one of the gang?"
"Can"t say FOR SURE. It mout be a young chap from Yolo who bucked agin the tiger* at Sacramento, got regularly cleaned out and busted, and joined the gang for a flier. They say thar was a new hand in that job over at Keeley"s,--and a mighty game one, too; and ez there was some buckshot onloaded that trip, he might hev got his share, and that would tally with what the girl said about his arm. See! Ef that"s the man, I"ve heered he was the son of some big preacher in the States, and a college sharp to boot, who ran wild in "Frisco, and played himself for all he was worth. They"re the wust kind to kick when they once get a foot over the traces. For stiddy, comf"ble kempany," added Bill reflectively, "give ME the son of a man that was HANGED!"
* Gambled at faro.
"But what are you going to do about this?"
"That depends upon the feller who comes to meet her."
"But you ain"t going to try to take him? That would be playing it pretty low down on them both."
"Keep your hair on, Jimmy! The Judge and me are only going to rastle with the sperrit of that gay young galoot, when he drops down for his girl--and exhort him pow"ful! Ef he allows he"s convicted of sin and will find the Lord, we"ll marry him and the gal offhand at the next station, and the Judge will officiate himself for nothin". We"re goin" to have this yer elopement done on the square--and our waybill clean--you bet!"
"But you don"t suppose he"ll trust himself in your hands?"
"Polly will signal to him that it"s all square."
"Ah!" said the Expressman. Nevertheless in those few moments the men seemed to have exchanged dispositions. The Expressman looked doubtfully, critically, and even cynically before him. Bill"s face had relaxed, and something like a bland smile beamed across it, as he drove confidently and unhesitatingly forward.
Day, meantime, although full blown and radiant on the mountain summits around us, was yet nebulous and uncertain in the valleys into which we were plunging. Lights still glimmered in the cabins and few ranch buildings which began to indicate the thicker settlements. And the shadows were heaviest in a little copse, where a note from Judge Thompson in the coach was handed up to Yuba Bill, who at once slowly began to draw up his horses. The coach stopped finally near the junction of a small crossroad. At the same moment Miss Mullins slipped down from the vehicle, and, with a parting wave of her hand to the Judge, who had a.s.sisted her from the steps, tripped down the crossroad, and disappeared in its semi-obscurity. To our surprise the stage waited, Bill holding the reins listlessly in his hands. Five minutes pa.s.sed--an eternity of expectation, and, as there was that in Yuba Bill"s face which forbade idle questioning, an aching void of silence also! This was at last broken by a strange voice from the road:--
"Go on we"ll follow."
The coach started forward. Presently we heard the sound of other wheels behind us. We all craned our necks backward to get a view of the unknown, but by the growing light we could only see that we were followed at a distance by a buggy with two figures in it. Evidently Polly Mullins and her lover! We hoped that they would pa.s.s us. But the vehicle, although drawn by a fast horse, preserved its distance always, and it was plain that its driver had no desire to satisfy our curiosity.
The Expressman had recourse to Bill.
"Is it the man you thought of?" he asked eagerly.
"I reckon," said Bill briefly.
"But," continued the Expressman, returning to his former skepticism, "what"s to keep them both from levanting together now?"
Bill jerked his hand towards the boot with a grim smile.
"Their baggage."
"Oh!" said the Expressman.