This, as she knew, was a sore point with him. "So you"re tired of me, are you? Want a new-fangled appendix cutter from Denver, do you? Time to shove old Doc Lee aside, eh?"
"I didn"t say that, doc," she repented.
"Huh! You meant it. Wonder how many times he"d get up at midnight and plow through three-foot snow for six miles to see the most ungrateful, squalling little brat----"
"Was it me, doc?" she ungrammatically demanded.
"It was you, Miss Impudence."
They had reached the door, but she held him there a moment, while she laughed delightedly and hugged him. "I knew it was me. As if we"d let our old doc go, or have anything to do with a young ignoramus from Denver! Didn"t you know I was joking? Of course you did."
He still pretended severity. "Oh, I know you. When it comes to wheedling an old fool, you"ve got the rest of the girls in this valley beat to a fare-you-well."
"Is that why you always loved me?" she asked, with a sparkle of mischief in her eye.
"I didn"t love you. I never did. The idea!" he snorted. "I don"t know what you young giddy pates are coming to. Huh! Love you!"
"I"ll forgive you, even if you did," she told him sweetly.
"That"s it! That"s it!" he barked. "You forgive all the young idiots when they do. And they all do--every last one of them. But I"m too old for you, young lady. Sixty-three yesterday. Huh!"
"I like you better than the younger ones."
"Want us all, do you? Young and old alike. Well, count me out."
He broke away, and went into the house. But there was an unconquerably youthful smile dancing in his eyes. This young lady and he had made love to each other in some such fashion ever since she had been a year old.
He was a mellow and confirmed old bachelor, but he proposed to continue their innocent coquetry until he was laid away, no matter which of the young bucks of the valley had the good fortune to win her for a wife.
CHAPTER XI -- THE FAT IN THE FIRE
For two days Fraser remained in the cabin of the stockman Howard, France making it his business to see that the place was never left unguarded for a moment. At the end of that time the fever had greatly abated, and he was doing so well that Doctor Lee decided it would be better to move him to the Dillon ranch for the convenience of all parties.
This was done, and the patient continued steadily to improve. His vigorous const.i.tution, helped by the healthy, clean, outdoor life he had led, stood him in good stead. Day by day he renewed the blood he had lost. Soon he was eating prodigious dinners, and between meals was drinking milk with an egg beaten in it.
On a sunny forenoon, when he lay in the big window of the living room, reading a magazine, Arlie entered, a newspaper in her hand. Her eyes were strangely bright, even for her, and she had a manner of repressed excitement, Her face was almost colorless.
"Here"s some more in the Avalanche about our adventure near Gimlet b.u.t.te," she told him, waving the paper.
"Nothing like keeping in the public eye," said Steve, grinning. "I don"t reckon our little picnic at Bald k.n.o.b is likely to get in the Avalanche, though. It probably hasn"t any correspondent at Lost Valley. Anyhow, I"m hoping not."
"Mr. Fraser, there is something in this paper I want you to explain.
But tell me first when it was you shot this man Faulkner. I mean at just what time in the fight."
"Why, I reckon it must have been just before I ducked."
"That"s funny, too." She fixed her direct, fearless gaze on him. "The evidence at the coroner"s jury shows that it was in the early part of the fight he was shot, before father and I left you."
"No, that couldn"t have been, Miss Arlie, because----"
"Because----" she prompted, smiling at him in a peculiar manner.
He flushed, and could only say that the newspapers were always getting things wrong.
"But this is the evidence at the coroner"s inquest," she said, falling grave again on the instant. "I understand one thing now, very clearly, and that is that Faulkner was killed early in the fight, and the other man was wounded in the ankle near the finish."
He shook his head obstinately. "No, I reckon not."
"Yet it is true. What"s more, you knew it all the time."
"You ce"tainly jump to conclusions, Miss Arlie."
"And you let them arrest you, without telling them the truth! And they came near lynching you! And there"s a warrant out now for your arrest for the murder of Faulkner, while all the time I killed him, and you knew it!"
He gathered together his lame defense. "You run ahaid too fast for me, ma"am. Supposing he was. .h.i.t while we were all there together, how was I to know who did it?"
"You knew it couldn"t have been you, for he wasn"t struck with a revolver. It couldn"t have been dad, since he had his shotgun loaded with buckshot."
"What difference did it make?" he wanted to know impatiently. "Say I"d have explained till kingdom come that I borrowed the rifle from a friend five minutes after Faulkner was. .h.i.t--would anybody have believed me?
Would it have made a bit of difference?"
Her shining eyes were more eloquent than a thousand tongues. "I don"t say it would, but there was always the chance. You didn"t take it. You would have let them hang you, without speaking the word that brought me into it. Why?"
"I"m awful obstinate when I get my back up," he smiled.
"That wasn"t it. You did it to save a girl you had never seen but once.
I want to know why."
"All right. Have it your own way. But don"t ask me to explain the whyfors. I"m no Harvard professor."
"I know," she said softly. She was not looking at him, but out of the window, and there were tears in her voice.
"Sho! Don"t make too much of it. We"ll let it go that I ain"t all coyote, after all. But that don"t ent.i.tle me to any reward of merit.
Now, don"t you cry, Miss Arlie. Don"t you."
She choked back the tears, and spoke in deep self-scorn. "No! You don"t deserve anything except what you"ve been getting from me--suspicion and distrust and hard words! You haven"t done anything worth speaking of--just broke into a quarrel that wasn"t yours, at the risk of your life; then took it on your shoulders to let us escape; and, afterward, when you were captured, refused to drag me in, because I happen to be a girl! But it"s not worth mentioning that you did all this for strangers, and that later you did not tell even me, because you knew it would trouble me that I had killed him, though in self-defense. And to think that all the time I"ve been full of hateful suspicions about you! Oh, you don"t know how I despise myself!"
She let her head fall upon her arm on the table, and sobbed.
Fraser, greatly disturbed, patted gently the heavy coil of blue-black hair.
"Now, don"t you, Arlie; don"t you. I ain"t worth it. Honest, I ain"t. I did what it was up to me to do. Not a thing more. d.i.c.k would have done it. Any of the boys would. Now, let"s look at what you"ve done for me."
From under the arm a m.u.f.fled voice insisted she had done nothing but suspect him.
"Hold on, girl. Play fair. First off you ride sixty miles to help me when I"m hunted right hard. You bring me to your home in this valley where strangers ain"t over and above welcome just now. You learn I"m an officer and still you look out for me and fight for me, till you make friends for me. It"s through you I get started right with the boys. On your say-so they give me the glad hand. You learn I"ve lied to you, and two or three hours later you save my life. You sit there steady, with my haid in your lap, while some one is plugging away at us. You get me to a house, take care of my wounds, and hold the fort alone in the night till help comes. Not only that, but you drive my enemy away. Later, you bring me home, and nurse me like I was a long-lost brother. What I did for you ain"t in the same cla.s.s with what you"ve done for me."