He found himself laughing.
She moved about the room, ordering it.
Then she returned to Putnam"s to seek her daughter.
After the National Boy had emerged from the cloud which had long covered her.
She returned home, radiant and impenitent.
"I"ve been thinking things over," she said on the morning after her return. "And I"ll forgive you, mother, for your lack of faith."
"Thank you, my dear," replied the other laconically.
"This once," added Boy firmly. "Now, mind!"
Mrs. Woodburn now gave her daughter Joses"s message.
The girl said nothing, but visited the cottage next morning.
She stood in the door, firm and fresh, the colour in her hair, the bloom on her cheeks, and looked at that ma.s.s of decaying man upon the bed.
"Are you bad?" she asked, anxious as a child.
"I suppose I"m not very good," he answered.
She s.n.a.t.c.hed her eyes away.
"Well, I congratulate you," he said at last, quietly.
She sought for irony in his voice and eyes, and detected none.
"What on?"
"Your victory."
Her face softened.
"Thank you."
"You deserved to win," continued the other, with genuine admiration.
"You rode a great race. I couldn"t have believed a girl could have got the course if I hadn"t seen it with my own eyes." His gaze met hers quite honestly. "You see I didn"t count on the double fake. I knew you were going to ride as Albert, but I"d quite forgotten the corollary--that Albert might dress as you. That"s where you beat me."
The girl"s chest was rising and falling.
"Mr. Joses," she said, "I didn"t ride the horse."
His eyes sought hers, dissatisfied, and then wandered to the window.
"Well, well," he said. "We won"t argue about it. Anyway, you won."
Boy looked out of the window.
"I _did_ try and deceive you into thinking I was going to ride," she said with a quake in her voice. "That was partly deviltry and partly to put you off. I thought if you believed you could get back on us _after_ the race you"d not try it on before. Besides, I could never ride the course. Three miles was my limit over fences at racing speed when I was at my best, and that"s some years since."
He was quite unconvinced.
"I give you best, Miss Woodburn," he said. "But Albert could never have ridden that race. Never! It was a good win. And you deserved it. But it wasn"t that I wanted to see you about." He looked round the little room.
"It"s not much of a place perhaps, you may think. But there"s the window, and the sight of gra.s.s, and cows grazing and folks pa.s.sing on the path. And in this house there"s Mrs. Boam, and Jenny, and the p.u.s.s.y-cat. I should miss it." He lifted those suffering eyes of his. "I don"t want to pa.s.s what little time I"ve left in the cage."
"But they won"t hurt you now," cried Boy. "They couldn"t."
The other laughed his dreadful laughter.
"Couldn"t they?" he said. "You don"t know "em. It"s the cat-and-mouse business all the time. I"m the mouse. I"ve been there."
"But you"ve done nothing," said Boy.
Joses moved his head on the pillow.
"There"s just one thing," he said, dropping his voice. "Mr. Silver"s got a little bit of paper that might make trouble for me."
"But he shall give it up!" cried the girl.
"Will he?" grunted the other.
"Of course he will. He"s as kind as kind."
Joses shook a dubious head.
"Men are men," he said. "And when men get across each other they are tigers."
"He"s a tame one," said the girl. "I"ll see to that."
"He might be," muttered the other. "In the hands of the right tamer."
Boy went straight back to Putnam"s and discovered Mr. Silver smoking in the saddle-room.
She told him what had pa.s.sed.
"I know," he said. "Here it is." He produced the bit of paper. "I"ll burn it," and he held it to the bowl of his pipe.
"No!" cried the girl. "Give it me."
She took it straight back to the sick man.