So down, down, down they went. Dusk slowly gathered about them; and the white-gloved butler set the little tables, and brought in broiled chicken and grilled salmon and salad and hot rolls and peaches, and they were all very hungry. And Clover did not cry, but fell to work on her supper with an excellent appet.i.te, quite unconscious that they were speeding through another wonderful gorge without seeing one of its beauties. Then the car was detached from the train; and when she awoke next morning they were at the little station called Cimmaro, at the head of the famous Black Canyon, with three hours to spare before the train from Utah should arrive to take them back to St. Helen"s.
Early as it was, the small settlement was awake. Lights glanced from the eating-house, where cooks were preparing breakfast for the "through"
pa.s.sengers, and smokes curled from the chimneys. Close to the car was a large brick structure which seemed to be a sort of hotel for locomotives.
A number of the enormous creatures had evidently pa.s.sed the night there, and just waked up. Clover now watched their antics with great amus.e.m.e.nt from her window as their engineers ran them in and out, rubbed them down like horses, and fed them with oil and coal, while they snorted and backed and sidled a good deal as real horses do. Clover could not at all understand what all these manoeuvres were for,--they seemed only designed to show the paces of the iron steeds, and what they were good for.
"Miss Clover," whispered a voice outside her curtains, "I"ve got hold of a hand-car and a couple of men; and don"t you want to take a spin down the canyon and see the view with no smoke to spoil it? Just you and me and Miss Chase. She says she"ll go if you will. Hurry, and don"t make a noise.
We won"t wake the others."
Of course Clover wanted to. She finished her dressing at top-speed, hurried on her hat and jacket, stole softly out to where the others awaited her, and in five minutes they were smoothly running down the gorge, over high trestle-work bridges and round sharp curves which made her draw her breath a little faster. There was no danger, the men who managed the hand-car a.s.sured them; it was a couple of hours yet before the next train came in; there was plenty of time to go three or four miles down and return.
Anything more delicious than the early morning air in the Black Canyon it would be difficult to imagine. Cool, odorous with pines and with the breath of the mountains, it was like a zestful draught of iced summer.
Close beside the track ran a wondrous river which seemed made of melted jewels, so curiously brilliant were its waters and mixed of so many hues.
Its course among the rocks was a flash of foaming rapids, broken here and there by pools of exquisite blue-green, deepening into inky-violet under the shadow of the cliffs. And such cliffs!--one, two, three thousand feet high; not deep-colored like those about St. Helen"s, but of steadfast mountain hues and of magnificent forms,--b.u.t.tresses and spires; crags whose bases were lost in untrodden forests; needle-sharp pinnacles like the Swiss Aiguilles. The morning was just making its way into the canyon; and the loftier tops flashed with yellow sun, while the rest were still in cold shadow.
Breakfast was just ready when the hand-car arrived again at the upper end of the gorge, and loud were the reproaches which met the happy three as they alighted from it. Phil was particularly afflicted.
"I call it mean not to wake a fellow," he said.
"But a fellow was _so_ sound asleep," said Clover, "I really hadn"t the heart. I did peep in at your curtain, and if you had moved so much as a finger, _perhaps_ I should have called you; but you didn"t."
The return journey was equally fortunate, and the party reached St.
Helen"s late in the evening of the second day, in what Mr. Wade called "excellent form." Monday brought the young men from the ranch in again; and another fortnight pa.s.sed happily, Clover"s three "leaves" being most faithfully attentive to their central point of attraction. "Three is a good many," as Marian Chase had said, but all girls like to be liked, and Clover did not find this, her first little experience of the kind, at all disagreeable.
The excursion to the Marshall Pa.s.s, however, had an after effect which was not so pleasant. Either the high elevation had disagreed with Phil, or he had taken a little cold; at all events, he was distinctly less well. With the lowering of his physical forces came a corresponding depression of spirits. Mrs. Watson worried him, the sick people troubled him, the sound of coughing depressed him, his appet.i.te nagged, and his sleep was broken.
Clover felt that he must have a change, and consulted Dr. Hope, who advised their going to the Ute Valley for a month.
This involved giving up their rooms at Mrs. Marsh"s, which was a pity, as it was by no means certain that they would be able to get them again later. Clover regretted this; but Fate, as Fate often does, brought a compensation. Mrs. Watson had no mind whatever for the Ute Valley.
"It"s a dull place, they tell me, and there"s nothing to do there but ride on horseback, and as I don"t ride on horseback, I really don"t see what use there would be in my going," she said to Clover. "If I were young, and there were young men ready to ride with me all the time, it would be different; though Ellen never did care to, except with Henry of course, after they--And I really can"t see that your brother"s much different from what he was, though if Dr. Hope says so, naturally you--He"s a queer kind of doctor, it seems to me, to send lung patients up higher than this,--which is high already, gracious knows. No; if you decide to go, I shall just move over to the Shoshone for the rest of the time that I"m here. I"m sure that Dr. Carr couldn"t expect me to stay on here alone, just for the chance that you may want to come back, when as like as not, Mrs. Marsh won"t be able to take you again."
"Oh, no; I"m quite sure he wouldn"t. Only I thought," doubtfully, "that as you"ve always admired Phil"s room so much, you might like to secure it now that we have to go."
"Well, yes. If you were to be here, I might. If that man who"s so sick had got better, or gone away, or something, I dare say I should have settled down in his room and been comfortable enough. But he seems just about as he was when we came, so there"s no use waiting; and I"d rather go to the Shoshone anyway. I always said it was a mistake that we didn"t go there in the first place. It was Dr. Hope"s doing, and I have not the least confidence in him. He hasn"t osculated me once since I came."
"Hasn"t he?" said Clover, feeling her voice tremble, and perfectly aware of the shaking of Phil"s shoulders behind her.
"No; and I don"t call just putting his ear to my chest, listening. Dr.
Bangs, at home, would be ashamed to come to the house without his stethoscope. I mean to move this afternoon. I"ve given Mrs. Marsh notice."
So Mrs. Watson and her belongings went to the Shoshone, and Clover packed the trunks with a lighter heart for her departure.
The last day of July found Clover and Phil settled in the Ute Park. It was a wild and beautiful valley, some hundreds of feet higher than St.
Helen"s, and seemed the very home of peace. A Sunday-like quiet pervaded the place, whose stillness was never broken except by bird-songs and the rustle of the pine branches.
The sides of the valley near its opening were dotted here and there with huts and cabins belonging to parties who had fled from the heat of the plains for the summer. At the upper end stood the ranch house,--a large, rather rudely built structure,--and about it were a number of cabins and cottages, in which two, four, or six people could be accommodated. Clover and Phil were lodged in one of these. The tiny structure contained only a sitting and two sleeping rooms, and was very plain and bare. But there was a fireplace; wood was abundant, so that a cheerful blaze could be had for cool evenings; and the little piazza faced the south, and made a sheltered sitting place on windy days.
One pleasant feature of the spot was its nearness to the High Valley.
Clarence and Geoff Templestowe thought nothing of riding four miles; and scarcely a day pa.s.sed when one or both did not come over. They brought wild-flowers, or cream, or freshly-churned b.u.t.ter, as offerings from the ranch; and, what Clover valued as a greater kindness yet, they brought Phil"s beloved broncho, Sorrel, and arranged with the owner of the Ute ranch that it should remain as long as Phil was there. This gave Phil hours of delightful exercise every day; and though sometimes he set out early in the morning for the High Valley, and stayed later in the afternoon than his sister thought prudent, she had not the heart to chide, so long as he was visibly getting better hour by hour.
Sundays the friends spent together, as a matter of course. Geoff waited till his little home service for the ranchmen was over, and then would gallop across with Clarence to pa.s.s the rest of the day. There was no lack of kind people at the main house and in the cottages to take an interest in the delicate boy and his sweet, motherly sister; so Clover had an abundance of volunteer matrons, and plenty of pleasant ways in which to spend those occasional days on which the High Valley attaches failed to appear.
It was a simple, healthful life, the happiest on the whole which they had led since leaving home. Once or twice Mr. Thurber Wade made his appearance, gallantly mounted, and freighted with flowers and kind messages from his mother to Miss Carr; but Clover was never sorry when he rode away again. Somehow he did not seem to belong to the Happy Valley, as in her heart she denominated the place.
There was a remarkable deal of full moon that month, as it seemed; at least, the fact served as an excuse for a good many late transits between the valley and the park. Now and then either Clarence or Geoff would lead over a saddle-horse and give Clover a good gallop up or down the valley, which she always enjoyed. The habit which she had extemporized for her visit to the High Valley answered very well, and Mrs. Hope had lent her a hat.
On one of these occasions she and Clarence had ridden farther than usual, quite down to the end of the pa.s.s, where the road dipped, and descended to the little watering-place of Canyon Creek,--a Swiss-like village of hotels and lodging-houses and shops for the sale of minerals and mineral waters, set along the steep sides of a narrow green valley. They were chatting gayly, and had just agreed that it was time to turn their horses" heads homeward, when a sudden darkening made them aware that one of the unexpected thunder-gusts peculiar to the region was upon them.
They were still a mile above the village; but as no nearer place of shelter presented itself, they decided to proceed. But the storm moved more rapidly than they; and long before the first houses came in sight the heavy drops began to pelt down. A brown young fellow, lying flat on his back under a thick bush, with his horse standing over him, shouted to them to "try the cave," waving his hand in its direction; and hurrying on, they saw in another moment a shelving brow of rock in the cliff, under which was a deep recess.
To this Clarence directed the horses. He lifted Clover down. She half sat, half leaned on the slope of the rock, well under cover, while he stretched himself at full length on a higher ledge, and held the bridles fast. The horses" heads and the saddles were fairly well protected, but the hindquarters of the animals were presently streaming with water.
"This isn"t half-bad, is it?" Clarence said. His mouth was so close to Clover"s ear that she could catch his words in spite of the noisy thunder and the roar of the descending rain.
"No; I call it fun."
"You look awfully pretty, do you know?" was the next and very unexpected remark.
"Nonsense."
"Not nonsense at all."
At that moment a carriage dashed rapidly by, the driver guiding the horses as well as he could between the points of an umbrella, which constantly menaced his eyes. Other travellers in the pa.s.s had evidently been surprised by the storm besides themselves. The lady who held the umbrella looked out, and caught the picture of the group under the cliff. It was a suggestive one. Clover"s hat was a little pushed forward by the rock against which she leaned, which in its turn pushed forward the waving rings of hair which shaded her forehead, but did not hide her laughing eyes, or the dimples in her pink cheeks. The fair, slender girl, the dark, stalwart young fellow so close to her, the rain, the half-sheltered horses,--it was easy enough to construct a little romance.
The lady evidently did so. It was what photographers call an "instantaneous effect," caught in three seconds, as the carriage whirled past; but in that fraction of a minute the lady had nodded and flashed a brilliant, sympathetic smile in their direction, and Clover had nodded in return, and laughed back.
"A good many people seem to have been caught as we have," she said, as another streaming vehicle dashed by.
"I wish it would rain for a week," observed Clarence.
"My gracious, what a wish! What would become of us if it did?"
"We should stay here just where we are, and I should have you all to myself for once, and n.o.body could come in to interfere with me."
"Thank you extremely! How hungry we should be! How can you be so absurd, Clarence?"
"I"m not absurd at all. I"m perfectly in earnest."
"Do you mean that you really want to stay a week under this rock with nothing to eat?"
"Well, no; not exactly that perhaps,--though if you could, I would. But I mean that I would like to get you for a whole solid week to myself. There is such a gang of people about always, and they all want you. Clover," he went on, for, puzzled at his tone, she made no answer, "couldn"t you like me a little?"
"I like you a great deal. You come next to Phil and Dorry with me."
"Hang Phil and Dorry! Who wants to come next to them? I want you to like me a great deal more than that. I want you to love me. Couldn"t you, Clover?"
"How strangely you talk! I do love you, of course. You"re my cousin."
"I don"t care to be loved "of course." I want to be loved for myself.
Clover, you know what I mean; you must know. I can afford to marry now; won"t you stay in Colorado and be my wife?"