Hicks chuckled behind his beard.
"Sh.o.r.e we have thet--all ther comforts o" home. Nice place fer a picnic, ain"t it? But I reckon as how them gals will have ter take pot-luck with the rest o" us. Leastways, I don"t see no chance now ter get shuck o" "em. I "ll tell ye how it happened, Mr. Winston; it "d take Stutter, yere, too blame long ter relate ther story, only I hope he won"t fly off an" git mad if I chance ter make mention o" his gal "long with the other. He "s gittin" most d.a.m.n touchy, is Stutter, an"
I "m all a-tremble fer fear he "ll blow a hole cl"ar through me. It"s h.e.l.l, love is, whin it gits a good hol" on a d.a.m.n fool. Wal, these yere two bloomin" females came cavortin" up the trail this mornin", just afore daylight. n.o.body sent "em no invite, but they sorter conceived they had a mission in ther wilderness. I wa"nt nowise favorable ter organizin" a reception committee, an" voted fer shovin"
"em back downhill, bein" a bit skeery o" that s.e.x, but it seems that, all unbeknownst ter me, Stutter, yere, hed bin gittin" broke ter harness. An" what did he do but come prancin" inter the argument with a gun, cussin" an" swearin", and insistin" they be received yere as honored guests. Oh, he "s got it bad. He "ll likely "nough go down ter San Juan soon as ever ther road is cl"ar, an" buy one o" them motters "G.o.d Bless Our Home" ter hang on ther cabin wall, an" a door-mat with "Welcome" on it. That"s Stutter--gone cl"ar bug-house jist "cause a little black-haired, slim sort o" female made eyes at him. Blame a fool, anyhow. Wal, one o" them two was Stutter"s catch, a high-kickin" Mexican dancin" gal down ter San Juan. I ain"t goin"
ter tell yer what I think o" her fer fear o" gittin" perforated. She hed "long with her another performer, a darn good-looker, too, as near as I could make out in the dark. Wal, them two gals was purtendin" ter be huntin" arter you; wanted ter warn yer agin Farnham, er some sich rot. You was down ther mine, jist then, so that"s the whole o" it up ter date."
"Where are they now?"
"In the cabin yonder, sleepin" I reckon."
Winston turned hastily toward Brown, his lips quivering, his eyes grown stern.
"Who was it with Mercedes?" he questioned sharply. "Did you learn her name?"
"Sh-she told me d-d-down at San Juan," replied Stutter, striving hard to recollect. "It w-w-was N-N-Nor-vell."
With the utterance of the word the young engineer was striding rapidly toward the cabin.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE CONFESSION
Through the single unglazed window Beth Norvell saw him coming, and clutched at the casing, trembling violently, half inclined to turn and fly. This was the moment she had so greatly dreaded, yet the moment she could not avoid unless she failed to do her duty to this man. In another instant the battle had been fought and won, the die cast. She turned hastily toward her unconscious companion, grasping her arm.
"Mr. Winston is coming, Mercedes; I--I must see him this time alone."
The Mexican"s great black eyes flashed up wonderingly into the flushed face bending over her, marking the heightened color, the visible embarra.s.sment. She sprang erect, her quick glance through the window revealing the figure of the engineer striding swiftly toward them.
"Oh, si, senorita; dat iss all right. I go see Mike; he more fun as dose vat make lofe."
There was a flutter of skirts and sudden vanishment, even as Miss Norvell"s ears caught the sound of a low rap on the outer door. She stood breathing heavily, her hands clasped upon her breast, until the knock had been repeated twice. Her voice utterly failing her, she pressed the latch, stepping backward to permit his entrance. The first swift, inquiring glance into his face frightened her into an impulsive explanation.
"I was afraid I arrived here too late to be of any service. It seems, however, you did not even need me."
He grasped the hand which, half unconsciously, she had extended toward him; he was startled by its unresponsive coldness, striving vainly to perceive the truth hidden away beneath her lowered lids.
"I fear I do not altogether understand," he returned gravely. "They merely said that you were here with a message of warning for me. I knew that much only a moment ago. I cannot even guess the purport of your message, yet I thank you for a very real sacrifice for my sake."
"Oh, no; truly it was nothing," the excitement bewildering her. "It was no more than I would have done for any friend; no one could have done less."
"You, at least, confess friendship?"
"Have I ever denied it?" almost indignantly, and looking directly at him for the first time. "Whatever else I may seem, I can certainly claim loyalty to those who trust me. I wear no mask off the stage."
Even as she spoke the hasty words she seemed to realize their full import, to read his doubt of their truth revealed within his eyes.
"Then," he said slowly, weighing each word as though life depended on the proper choice, "there is nothing being concealed from me? Nothing between you and this Farnham beyond what I already know?"
She stood clinging to the door, with colorless cheeks, and parted lips, her form quivering. This was when she had intended to speak in all bravery, to pour forth the whole miserable story, trusting to this man for mercy. But, O G.o.d, she could not; the words choked in her throat, the very breath seemed to strangle her.
"That--that is something different," she managed to gasp desperately.
"It--it belongs to the past; it cannot be helped now."
"Yet you came here to warn me against him?"
"Yes."
"How did you chance to learn that my life was threatened?"
She uplifted her eyes to his for just one instant, her face like marble.
"He told me."
"What? Farnham himself? You have been with him?"
She bowed, a half-stifled sob shaking her body, which at any other time would have caused him to pause in sympathy. Now it was merely a new spur to his awakened suspicion. He had no thought of sparing her.
"Where? Did he call upon you at the hotel?"
She threw back her shoulders in indignation at his tone of censure.
"I met him, after the performance, in a private box at the Gayety, last evening," she replied more calmly. "He sent for me, and I was alone with him for half an hour."
Winston stood motionless, almost breathless, looking directly into the girl"s face. He durst not speak the words of rebuke trembling upon his lips. He felt that the slightest mistake now would never be forgiven.
There was a mystery here unsolved; in some way he failed to understand her, to appreciate her motives. In the brief pause Beth Norvell came back to partial self-control, to a realization of what this man must think of her. With a gesture almost pleading she softly touched his sleeve.
"Mr. Winston, I truly wish you to believe me, to believe in me," she began, her low voice vibrating with emotion. "G.o.d alone knows how deeply I appreciate your friendship, how greatly I desire to retain it unsullied. Perhaps I have not done right; it is not always easy, perhaps not always possible. I may have been mistaken in my conception of duty, yet have tried to do what seemed best. There is that in the pages of my past life which I intended to tell you fully and frankly before our final parting. I thought when I came here I had sufficient courage to relate it to you to-day, but I cannot--I cannot."
"At least answer me one question without equivocation--do you love that man?" He must ask that, know that; all else could wait.
An instant she stood before him motionless, a slight color creeping back into her cheeks under his intense scrutiny. Then she uplifted her eyes frankly to his own, and he looked down into their revealed depth.
"I do not," the low voice hard with decision. "I despise him."
"Have you ever loved him?"
"As G.o.d is my witness--no."
There was no possible disbelieving her; the absolute truthfulness of that utterance was evidenced by trembling lips, by the upturned face.
Winston drew a deep breath of relief, his contracted brows straightening. For one hesitating moment he remained speechless, struggling for self-control. Merciful Heavens! would he ever understand this woman? Would he ever fathom her full nature? ever rend the false from the true? The deepening, baffling mystery served merely to stimulate ambition, to strengthen his unwavering purpose. He possessed the instinct that a.s.sured him she cared; it was for his sake that she had braved the night and Farnham"s displeasure. What, then, was it that was holding them apart? What was the nature of this barrier beyond all surmounting? The man in him rebelled at having so spectral an adversary; he longed to fight it out in the open, to grapple with flesh and blood. In spite of promise, his heart found words of protest.
"Beth, please tell me what all this means," he pleaded simply, his hands outstretched toward her. "Tell me, because I love you; tell me, because I desire to help you. It is true we have not known each other long; yet, surely, the time and opportunity have been sufficient for each to learn much regarding the character of the other. You trust me, you believe in my word; down in the secret depths of your heart you are beginning to love me. I believe that, little girl; I believe that, even while your lips deny its truth. It is the instinct of love which teaches me, for I love you. I may not know your name, the story of your life, who or what you are, but I love you, Beth Norvell, with the life-love of a man. What is it, then, between us? What is it? G.o.d help me! I could battle against realities, but not against ghosts. Do you suppose I cannot forgive, cannot excuse, cannot blot out a past mistake? Do you imagine my love so poor a thing as that? Do not wrong me so. I am a man of the world, and comprehend fully those temptations which come to all of us. I can let the dead past bury its dead, satisfied with the present and the future. Only tell me the truth, the naked truth, and let me combat in the open against whatever it is that stands between us. Beth, Beth, this is life or death to me!"
She stood staring at him, her face gone haggard, her eyes full of misery. Suddenly she sank upon her knees beside a chair, and, with a moan, buried her countenance within her hands.