"For holding up a train."
She had answered in spite of herself, by reason of something compelling in him that drew the truth from her.
"How long has he been in the penitentiary?"
"Seven years." Then, miserably, she added: "He was weak and fell into bad company. They led him into it."
"When did he escape?"
"Two days ago. Last night he knocked at my window--at the window of the room where I lodge in Fort Lincoln. I had not heard of his escape, but I took him in. There were horses in the barn. One of them was mine. I saddled, and after I had dressed his wound we started. He couldn"t get any farther than this."
"Do you live in Fort Lincoln?"
"I came there to teach school. My home was in Wisconsin before."
"You came out here to be near him?"
"Yes. That is, near as I could get a school. I was to have got in the Tucson schools next year. That"s much nearer."
"You visited him at the penitentiary?"
"No. I was going to during the Thanksgiving vacation. Until last night I had not seen him since he left home. I was a child of seven then."
The Texan looked down at the ruffian under his feet.
"Do you know the road to Mexico by the Arivaca cut-off?"
"Yes."
"Then climb into my rig and hit the trail hard--burn it up till you"ve crossed the line."
The fellow began to whine thanks, but the man above would have none of them, "I"m giving you this chance for your sister"s sake. You won"t make anything of it. You"re born for meanness and deviltry. I know your kind from El Paso to Dawson. But she"s game and she"s white clear through, even if she is your sister and a plumb little fool. Can you walk to the road?" he ended abruptly.
"I think so. It"s in my ankle. Some h.e.l.l-hound gave it me while we were getting over the wall," the fellow growled.
"Don"t blame him. His intentions were good. He meant to blow out your brains."
The convict cursed vilely, but in the midst of his impotent rage the other stopped and dragged him to his feet.
"That"s enough. You padlock that ugly mouth and light a shuck."
The girl came forward and the man leaned heavily on her as he limped to the road. The Texan followed with the buckskin she had been riding and tied it to the back of the road-wagon.
"Give me my purse," the girl said to the convict after they were seated.
She emptied it and handed the roll of bills it contained to the owner of the team. He looked at it and at her, then shook his head.
"You"ll need it likely. I reckon I can trust you. Schoolmarms are mostly reliable."
"I had rather pay now," she answered tartly.
"What"s the rush?"
"I prefer to settle with you now."
"All right, but I"m in no sweat for my money. My team and the wagon are worth two hundred and fifty dollars. Put this plug at forty and it would be high." He jerked his head toward the brush where the other saddle-horse was. "That leaves me a balance of about two hundred and ten. Is that fair?"
She bit her lip in vexation. "I expect so, but I haven"t that much with me. Can"t I pay this seventy on account?"
"No, ma"am, you can"t. All or none." There was a gleam of humor in his hard eyes. "I reckon you better let me come and collect after you get back to Fort Lincoln."
She took out a note-book and pencil. "If you will give me your name and address please."
He smiled hardily at her. "I"ve clean forgotten them."
There was a warning flash in her disdainful eye.
"Just as you like. My name is Margaret Kinney. I will leave the money for you at the First National Bank."
She gathered up the rains deftly.
"One moment." He laid a hand on the lines. "I reckon you think I owe you an apology for what happened when we first met."
A flood of spreading color dyed her cheeks. "I don"t think anything about it."
"Oh, yes, you do," he contradicted. "And you"re going to think a heap more about it. You"re going to lay awake nights going over it."
Out of eyes like live coals she gave him one look. "Will you take your hands from these reins please?"
"Presently. Just now I"m talking and you"re listening."
"I don"t care to hear any apologies, sir," she said stiffly.
"I"m not offering any," he laughed, yet stung by her words.
"You"re merely insulting me again, I presume?"
"Some young women need punishing. I expect you"re one."
She handed him the horsewhip, a sudden pulse of pa.s.sion beating fiercely in her throat. "Very well. Make an end of it and let me see the last of you," she challenged.
He cracked the lash expertly so that the horses quivered and would have started if his strong hand had not tightened on the lines.
The Westerner laughed again. "You"re game anyhow."
"When you are quite through with me," she suggested, very quietly.
But he noticed the fury of her deep-pupiled eyes, the turbulent rise and fall of her bosom.