"Better not," he advised apprehensively.
"But I want to."
"Ya-as," Simon drawled again. "_Hyas kloshe tenas klootchman_--ah-ha.
What name you callum?"
"Missee Clyde Bullaby," Feng replied, making a manful attempt at Clyde"s surname, which was quite beyond his lingual attainments.
"Clyde!" Simon repeated, in accents of incredulity. "Me savvy "Clyde."
Him big man-horse _hyas skook.u.m_ man-horse. Him _mammook_ plow, _mammook_ haul wagon!"
"You _hyas_ damfool Injun!" said his host politely. "Missee Clyde Chlistian gal"s name, catchum in Chlistian Bible; all same Swede Annie, all same Spokane Sue, all same Po"tland Lily."
Simon digested this information with preternatural gravity. "Ya-as,"
said he. "Casey like Clyde?"
"Clyde likee Casey," Feng responded knowingly. "Casey call um woman fliend. Lats! All same big Melican bluff, makee me sick. Bimeby some time she makee mally him. Bimeby baby stop. Then me quit. Me go back to China."
The prophet"s last words blurred in Clyde"s ringing ears. The friendly darkness hid her flaming cheeks. Why, oh why, had she listened? She was not even shocked by Casey"s muttered curse. She felt his hand on her arm, drawing her gently back into the deeper shadows. In silence she followed.
"I"ll fire that infernal yellow scoundrel to-morrow," he growled.
"No, no, it was my own fault," she declared. "Absolutely and entirely my own. I--I----Oh, don"t _look_ at me, please!"
"I won"t," he promised, but his voice shook slightly.
"You"re laughing!" she accused him tragically.
"Indeed I"m not," he denied; but with the words came an involuntary sound strongly resembling a chuckle.
"Shame!" she cried.
"Yes, yes!" he gasped. "I know it. It"s too bad. Ha-ha! I really beg your pardon. I----Oh, good Lord!"
But Clyde gathered up her skirts and fled, whirling up the veranda steps and into the house like a small cyclone, never pausing until a locked door lay between her and a ribald, unfeeling world.
CHAPTER XXIV
It was after midnight when Clyde awoke. She pa.s.sed from slumber to wakefulness instantly, without the usual intervening stages of drowsiness.
Outside a gale was blowing, and volleys of rain pattered like spent shot on windows and roof. Thunder rumbled ceaselessly. A vivid flash rent the outer darkness, illuminating the room, and the succeeding crack shook the house. It was a storm, rare in the dry belt, of which there were not more than one or two in the year. For Casey"s sake she hoped that there would be no hail with it. Better continued drought than a ruinous bombardment of frozen pellets from the heavens which would beat the crops to the ground, utterly destroying them.
As she lay listening she seemed to hear sounds not of the storm, as of some one moving on the veranda. Then came a loud, insistent knocking.
She heard the door of Wade"s room open, and a long crack of light beneath her own showed that he had lit a lamp.
"h.e.l.lo! Who"s there?" he asked.
The reply was indistinguishable. A violent blow on the door followed it. She sprang out of bed, threw on a dressing gown, thrust her feet into slippers, opened her door, and peered out.
A single hand lamp on the table showed Wade, clad in pajamas and slippers, standing before the door. His att.i.tude expressed uncertainty.
He glanced back and saw Clyde.
"What is it?" she asked. "Who is there?"
"I don"t know," he replied. "There are men out there. They want me to open the door. Do you know where there"s a gun in the house? I haven"t----"
The impact of a heavy body cut him short. The lock gave way, and the door swung inward. Wade sprang back and caught up a chair. Framed in the door, silhouetted against the outer blackness, appeared a man. His hat was pulled low over his eyes. A handkerchief cut with eyeholes concealed his face. His right hand held a six-shooter, with which he covered Wade. Back of him, pressing forward, were other armed men.
"Put that chair down!" he ordered. "n.o.body"s goin" to hurt you."
"Glad to hear it!" snapped Wade, who was the fortunate owner of unlimited sand. "What do you mean by breaking into a house in the middle of the night and frightening women? If you want money I"ve got about fifty dollars, and that"s all. You"re welcome to it if you"ll clear out."
"Keep it," the intruder returned contemptuously. He stepped into the room, followed by four others. "I guess your name is Wade. We don"t want you. We want McHale."
"Well, I haven"t got him," said Wade.
"Where is he?"
"What do you want with him?"
"That"s none of your business."
"All right. If that"s so it"s none of my business where he is."
"You"d better make it your business," said the other suggestively.
"Well, I won"t," Wade retorted. "He isn"t here, and that"ll have to do you."
"On general principles it don"t do to believe a lawyer. Where"s Dunne?"
"He isn"t here, either."
"I reckon we"ll make sure of that." He took a step in the direction of Clyde"s room. Wade stepped in front of him.
"No, you don"t, my friend," said he. "That room belongs to a lady. You keep out of it."
The leader stopped. "Well," he said, "I don"t want to scare no women; but all the same I"m goin" to see the inside of every room in this house. S"pose you knock and tell that lady to fix herself up so"s she won"t mind my takin" a look in. I"m goin" to make mighty sure her name ain"t McHale."
Clyde opened the door, and walked into the room. She was surprised to find that she was not in the least frightened. Said she:
"Good evening, gentlemen. Do you think I resemble Mr. McHale?"
"No, ma"am," said the leader; "I don"t reckon you favour him much."
Admiration was apparent in his voice. Clyde smiled at him.