As he went up-stairs Gardley was wondering whether he ought to tell Rogers of the circ.u.mstance of the two letters. What possible connection could there be between Margaret Earle"s trip to Walpi with the Brownleighs and Rosa Rogers"s elopement? When you come to think of it, what possible explanation was there for a copy of Mrs. Brownleigh"s letter to blow out of Rosa Rogers"s bedroom window? How could it have got there?
Rosa"s room was in beautiful order, the roses nodding in at the window, the curtain blowing back and forth in the breeze and rippling open the leaves of a tiny Testament lying on her desk, as if it had been recently read. There was nothing to show that the owner of the room had taken a hasty flight. On the desk lay several sheets of note-paper with the peculiar watermark. These caught his attention, and he took them up and compared them with the papers in his pocket. It was a strange thing that that letter which had sent Margaret off into the wilderness with an unknown Indian should be written on the same kind of paper as this; and yet, perhaps, it was not so strange, after all. It probably was the only note-paper to be had in that region, and must all have been purchased at the same place.
The rippling leaves of the Testament fluttered open at the fly-leaf and revealed Rosa"s name and a date with Mrs. Brownleigh"s name written below, and Gardley took it up, startled again to find Hazel Brownleigh mixed up with the Rogers. He had not known that they had anything to do with each other. And yet, of course, they would, being the missionaries of the region.
The almost empty waste-basket next caught his eye, and here again were several sheets of paper written over with words and phrases, words which at once he recognized as part of the letter Mrs. Tanner had given him.
He emptied the waste-basket out on the desk, thinking perhaps there might be something there that would give a clue to where the elopers had gone; but there was not much else in it except a little yellowed note with the signature "Hazel Brownleigh" at the bottom. He glanced through the brief note, gathered its purport, and then spread it out deliberately on the desk and compared the writing with the others, a wild fear clutching at his heart. Yet he could not in any way explain why he was so uneasy. What possible reason could Rosa Rogers have for forging a letter to Margaret from Hazel Brownleigh?
Suddenly Rogers stood behind him looking over his shoulder. "What is it, Gardley? What have you found? Any clue?"
"No clue," said Gardley, uneasily, "but something strange I cannot understand. I don"t suppose it can possibly have anything to do with your daughter, and yet it seems almost uncanny. This morning I stopped at the Tanners" to let Miss Earle know I had returned, and was told she had gone yesterday with a couple of Indians as guide to meet the Brownleighs at Keams or somewhere near there, and take a trip with them to Walpi to see the Hopi Indians. Mrs. Tanner gave me this letter from Mrs. Brownleigh, which Miss Earle had left behind. But when I reached here and was waiting for you some papers blew out of your daughter"s window. When I picked them up I was startled to find that one of them was an exact copy of the letter I had in my pocket. See! Here they are!
I don"t suppose there is anything to it, but in spite of me I am a trifle uneasy about Miss Earle. I just can"t understand how that copy of the letter came to be here."
Rogers was leaning over, looking at the papers. "What"s this?" he asked, picking up the note that came with the Testament. He read each paper carefully, took in the little Testament with its fluttering fly-leaf and inscription, studied the pages of words and alphabet, then suddenly turned away and groaned, hiding his face in his hands.
"What is it?" asked Gardley, awed with the awful sorrow in the strong man"s att.i.tude.
"My poor baby!" groaned the father. "My poor little baby girl! I"ve always been afraid of that fatal gift of hers. Gardley, she could copy any handwriting in the world perfectly. She could write my name so it could not be told from my own signature. She"s evidently written that letter. Why, I don"t know, unless she wanted to get Miss Earle out of the way so it would be easier for her to carry out her plans."
"It can"t be!" said Gardley, shaking his head. "I can"t see what her object would be. Besides, where would she find the Indians? Mrs. Tanner saw the Indians. They came to the school after her with the letter, and waited for her. Mrs. Tanner saw them ride off together."
"There were a couple of strange Indians here yesterday, begging something to eat," said Rogers, settling down on a chair and resting his head against the desk as if he had suddenly lost the strength to stand.
"This won"t do!" said Gardley. "We"ve got to get down to the telegraph-office, you and I. Now try to brace up. Are the horses ready?
Then we"ll go right away."
"You better question the servants about those Indians first," said Rogers; and Gardley, as he hurried down the stairs, heard groan after groan from Rosa"s room, where her father lingered in agony.
Gardley got all the information he could about the Indians, and then the two men started away on a gallop to the station. As they pa.s.sed the Tanner house Gardley drew rein to call to Bud, who hurried out joyfully to greet his friend, his face lighting with pleasure.
"Bill, get on your horse in double-quick time and beat it out to camp for me, will you?" said Gardley, as he reached down and gripped Bud"s rough young paw. "Tell Jasper Kemp to come back with you and meet me at the station as quick as he can. Tell him to have the men where he can signal them. We may have to hustle out on a long hunt; and, Bill, keep your head steady and get back yourself right away. Perhaps I"ll want you to help me. I"m a little anxious about Miss Earle, but you needn"t tell anybody that but old Jasper. Tell him to hurry for all he"s worth."
Bud, with his eyes large with loyalty and trouble, nodded understandingly, returned the grip of the young man"s hand with a clumsy squeeze, and sprang away to get his horse and do Gardley"s bidding.
Gardley knew he would ride as for his life, now that he knew Margaret"s safety was at stake.
Then Gardley rode on to the station and was indefatigable for two hours hunting out addresses, writing telegrams, and calling up long-distance telephones.
When all had been done that was possible Rogers turned a haggard face to the young man. "I"ve been thinking, Gardley, that rash little girl of mine may have got Miss Earle into some kind of a dangerous position.
You ought to look after her. What can we do?"
"I"m going to, sir," said Gardley, "just as soon as I"ve done everything I can for you. I"ve already sent for Jasper Kemp, and we"ll make a plan between us and find out if Miss Earle is all right. Can you spare Jasper or will you need him?"
"By all means! Take all the men you need. I sha"n"t rest easy till I know Miss Earle is safe."
He sank down on a truck that stood on the station platform, his shoulders slumping, his whole att.i.tude as of one who was fatally stricken. It came over Gardley how suddenly old he looked, and haggard and gray! What a thing for the selfish child to have done to her father!
Poor, silly child, whose fate with Forsythe would in all probability be anything but enviable!
But there was no time for sorrowful reflections. Jasper Kemp, stern, alert, anxious, came riding furiously down the street, Bud keeping even pace with him.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII
While Gardley briefly told his tale to Jasper Kemp, and the Scotchman was hastily scanning the papers with his keen, bright eyes, Bud stood frowning and listening intently.
"Gee!" he burst forth. "That girl"s a mess! "Course she did it! You oughta seen what all she didn"t do the last six weeks of school. Miss Mar"get got so she shivered every time that girl came near her or looked at her. She sure had her goat! Some nights after school, when she thought she"s all alone, she just cried, she did. Why, Rosa had every one of those guys in the back seat acting like the devil, and n.o.body knew what was the matter. She wrote things on the blackboard right in the questions, so"s it looked like Miss Mar"get"s writing; fierce things, sometimes; and Miss Mar"get didn"t know who did it. And she was as jealous as a cat of Miss Mar"get. You all know what a case she had on that guy from over by the fort; and she didn"t like to have him even look at Miss Mar"get. Well, she didn"t forget how he went away that night of the play. I caught her looking at her like she would like to murder her. _Good night!_ Some look! The guy had a case on Miss Mar"get, all right, too, only she was onto him and wouldn"t look at him nor let him spoon nor nothing. But Rosa saw it all, and she just hated Miss Mar"get. Then once Miss Mar"get stopped her from going out to meet that guy, too. Oh, she hated her, all right! And you can bet she wrote the letter! Sure she did! She wanted to get her away when that guy came back. He was back yesterday. I saw him over by the run on that trail that crosses the trail to the old cabin. He didn"t see me. I got my eye on him first, and I chucked behind some sage-brush, but he was here, all right, and he didn"t mean any good. I follahed him awhile till he stopped and fixed up a place to camp. I guess he must "a" stayed out last night--"
A heavy hand was suddenly laid from behind on Bud"s shoulder, and Rogers stood over him, his dark eyes on fire, his lips trembling.
"Boy, can you show me where that was?" he asked, and there was an intensity in his voice that showed Bud that something serious was the matter. Boylike he dropped his eyes indifferently before this great emotion.
"Sure!"
"Best take Long Bill with you, Mr. Rogers," advised Jasper Kemp, keenly alive to the whole situation. "I reckon we"ll all have to work together.
My men ain"t far off," and he lifted his whistle to his lips and blew the signal blasts. "The Kid here "ll want to ride to Keams to see if the lady is all safe and has met her friends. I reckon mebbe I better go straight to Ganado and find out if them mission folks really got started, and put "em wise to what"s been going on. They"ll mebbe know who them Injuns was. I have my suspicions they weren"t any friendlies.
I didn"t like that Injun the minute I set eyes on him hanging round the school-house, but I wouldn"t have stirred a step toward camp if I"d "a"
suspected he was come fur the lady. "Spose you take Bud and Long Bill and go find that camping-place and see if you find any trail showing which way they took. If you do, you fire three shots, and the men "ll be with you. If you want the Kid, fire four shots. He can"t be so fur away by that time that he can"t hear. He"s got to get provisioned "fore he starts. Lead him out, Bud. We "ain"t got no time to lose."
Bud gave one despairing look at Gardley and turned to obey.
"That"s all right, Bud," said Gardley, with an understanding glance.
"You tell Mr. Rogers all you know and show him the place, and then when Long Bill comes you can take the cross-cut to the Long Trail and go with me. I"ll just stop at the house as I go by and tell your mother I need you."
Bud gave one radiant, grateful look and sprang upon his horse, and Rogers had hard work to keep up with him at first, till Bud got interested in giving him a detailed account of Forsythe"s looks and acts.
In less than an hour the relief expedition had started. Before night had fallen Jasper Kemp, riding hard, arrived at the mission, told his story, procured a fresh horse, and after a couple of hours, rest started with Brownleigh and his wife for Keams Canon.
Gardley and Bud, riding for all they were worth, said little by the way.
Now and then the boy stole glances at the man"s face, and the dead weight of sorrow settled like lead, the heavier, upon his heart. Too well he knew the dangers of the desert. He could almost read Gardley"s fears in the white, drawn look about his lips, the ashen circles under his eyes, the tense, strained pose of his whole figure. Gardley"s mind was urging ahead of his steed, and his body could not relax. He was anxious to go a little faster, yet his judgment knew it would not do, for his horse would play out before he could get another. They ate their corn bread in the saddle, and only turned aside from the trail once to drink at a water-hole and fill their cans. They rode late into the night, with only the stars and their wits to guide them. When they stopped to rest they did not wait to make a fire, but hobbled the horses where they might feed, and, rolling quickly in their blankets, lay down upon the ground.
Bud, with the fatigue of healthy youth, would have slept till morning in spite of his fears, but Gardley woke him in a couple of hours, made him drink some water and eat a bite of food, and they went on their way again. When morning broke they were almost to the entrance of Keams Canon and both looked haggard and worn. Bud seemed to have aged in the night, and Gardley looked at him almost tenderly.
"Are you all in, kid?" he asked.
"Naw!" answered Bud, promptly, with an a.s.sumed cheerfulness. "Feeling like a four-year-old. Get on to that sky? Guess we"re going to have some day! Pretty as a red wagon!"
Gardley smiled sadly. What would that day bring forth for the two who went in search of her they loved? His great anxiety was to get to Keams Canon and inquire. They would surely know at the trading-post whether the missionary and his party had gone that way.
The road was still almost impa.s.sable from the flood; the two dauntless riders picked their way slowly down the trail to the post.
But the trader could tell them nothing comforting. The missionary had not been that way in two months, and there had been no party and no lady there that week. A single strange Indian had come down the trail above the day before, stayed awhile, picked a quarrel with some men who were there, and then ridden back up the steep trail again. He might have had a party with him up on the mesa, waiting. He had said something about his squaw. The trader admitted that he might have been drunk, but he frowned as he spoke of him. He called him a "bad Indian." Something unpleasant had evidently happened.
The trader gave them a good, hot dinner, of which they stood sorely in need, and because they realized that they must keep up their strength they took the time to eat it. Then, procuring fresh horses, they climbed the steep trail in the direction the trader said the Indian had taken.
It was a slender clue, but it was all they had, and they must follow it.
And now the travelers were very silent, as if they felt they were drawing near to some knowledge that would settle the question for them one way or the other. As they reached the top at last, where they could see out across the plain, each drew a long breath like a gasp and looked about, half fearing what he might see.
Yes, there was the sign of a recent camp-fire, and a few tin cans and bits of refuse, nothing more. Gardley got down and searched carefully.