"Gale, Laddy tells me one of our neighbors, fellow named Carter, is going to Casita," put in Belding. "Here"s a chance to get word to your friend the soldier."
"Oh, that will be fine!" exclaimed d.i.c.k. "I declare I"d forgotten Thorne.... How is Miss Castaneda? I hope--"
"She"s all right, Gale. Been up and around the patio for two days.
Like all the Spanish--the real thing--she"s made of Damascus steel.
We"ve been getting acquainted. She and Nell made friends at once. I"ll call them in."
He closed the door leading out into the yard, explaining that he did not want to take chances of Mercedes"s presence becoming known to neighbors. Then he went to the patio and called.
Both girls came in, Mercedes leading. Like Nell, she wore white, and she had a red rose in her hand. d.i.c.k would scarcely have recognized anything about her except her eyes and the way she carried her little head, and her beauty burst upon him strange and anew. She was swift, impulsive in her movements to reach his side.
"Senor, I am so sorry you were ill--so happy you are better."
d.i.c.k greeted her, offering his left hand, gravely apologizing for the fact that, owing to a late infirmity, he could not offer the right.
Her smile exquisitely combined sympathy, grat.i.tude, admiration. Then d.i.c.k spoke to Nell, likewise offering his hand, which she took shyly.
Her reply was a murmured, unintelligible one; but her eyes were glad, and the tint in her cheeks threatened to rival the hue of the rose she carried.
Everybody chatted then, except Nell, who had apparently lost her voice.
Presently d.i.c.k remembered to speak of the matter of getting news to Thorne.
"Senor, may I write to him? Will some one take a letter?... I shall hear from him!" she said; and her white hands emphasized her words.
"a.s.suredly. I guess poor Thorne is almost crazy. I"ll write to him.... No, I can"t with this crippled hand."
"That"ll be all right, Gale," said Belding. "Nell will write for you.
She writes all my letters."
So Belding arranged it; and Mercedes flew away to her room to write, while Nell fetched pen and paper and seated herself beside Gale"s bed to take his dictation.
What with watching Nell and trying to catch her glance, and listening to Belding"s talk with the cowboys, d.i.c.k was hard put to it to dictate any kind of a creditable letter. Nell met his gaze once, then no more.
The color came and went in her cheeks, and sometimes, when he told her to write so and so, there was a demure smile on her lips. She was laughing at him. And Belding was talking over the risks involved in a trip to Casita.
"Sh.o.r.e I"ll ride in with the letters," Ladd said.
"No you won"t," replied Belding. "That bandit outfit will be laying for you."
"Well, I reckon if they was I wouldn"t be oncommon grieved."
"I"ll tell you, boys, I"ll ride in myself with Carter. There"s business I can see to, and I"m curious to know what the rebels are doing. Laddy, keep one eye open while I"m gone. See the horses are locked up.... Gale, I"m going to Casita myself. Ought to get back tomorrow some time. I"ll be ready to start in an hour. Have your letter ready. And say--if you want to write home it"s a chance.
Sometimes we don"t go to the P. O. in a month."
He tramped out, followed by the tall cowboys, and then d.i.c.k was enabled to bring his letter to a close. Mercedes came back, and her eyes were shining. d.i.c.k imagined a letter received from her would be something of an event for a fellow. Then, remembering Belding"s suggestion, he decided to profit by it.
"May I trouble you to write another for me?" asked d.i.c.k, as he received the letter from Nell.
"It"s no trouble, I"m sure--I"d be pleased," she replied.
That was altogether a wonderful speech of hers, d.i.c.k thought, because the words were the first coherent ones she had spoken to him.
"May I stay?" asked Mercedes, smiling.
"By all means," he answered, and then he settled back and began.
Presently Gale paused, partly because of genuine emotion, and stole a look from under his hand at Nell. She wrote swiftly, and her downcast face seemed to be softer in its expression of sweetness. If she had in the very least been drawn to him-- But that was absurd--impossible!
When d.i.c.k finished dictating, his eyes were upon Mercedes, who sat smiling curious and sympathetic. How responsive she was! He heard the hasty scratch of Nell"s pen. He looked at Nell. Presently she rose, holding out his letter. He was just in time to see a wave of red recede from her face. She gave him one swift gaze, unconscious, searching, then averted it and turned away. She left the room with Mercedes before he could express his thanks.
But that strange, speaking flash of eyes remained to haunt and torment Gale. It was indescribably sweet, and provocative of thoughts that he believed were wild without warrant. Something within him danced for very joy, and the next instant he was conscious of wistful doubt, a gravity that he could not understand. It dawned upon him that for the brief instant when Nell had met his gaze she had lost her shyness. It was a woman"s questioning eyes that had pierced through him.
During the rest of the day Gale was content to lie still on his bed thinking and dreaming, dozing at intervals, and watching the lights change upon the mountain peaks, feeling the warm, fragrant desert wind that blew in upon him. He seemed to have lost the faculty of estimating time. A long while, strong in its effect upon him, appeared to have pa.s.sed since he had met Thorne. He accepted things as he felt them, and repudiated his intelligence. His old inquisitive habit of mind returned. Did he love Nell? Was he only attracted for the moment?
What was the use of worrying about her or himself? He refused to answer, and deliberately gave himself up to dreams of her sweet face and of that last dark-blue glance.
Next day he believed he was well enough to leave his room; but Mrs.
Belding would not permit him to do so. She was kind, soft-handed, motherly, and she was always coming in to minister to his comfort. This attention was sincere, not in the least forced; yet Gale felt that the friendliness so manifest in the others of the household did not extend to her. He was conscious of something that a little thought persuaded him was antagonism. It surprised and hurt him. He had never been much of a success with girls and young married women, but their mothers and old people had generally been fond of him. Still, though Mrs.
Belding"s hair was snow-white, she did not impress him as being old.
He reflected that there might come a time when it would be desirable, far beyond any ground of every-day friendly kindliness, to have Mrs.
Belding be well disposed toward him. So he thought about her, and pondered how to make her like him. It did not take very long for d.i.c.k to discover that he liked her. Her face, except when she smiled, was thoughtful and sad. It was a face to make one serious. Like a haunting shadow, like a phantom of happier years, the sweetness of Nell"s face was there, and infinitely more of beauty than had been transmitted to the daughter. d.i.c.k believed Mrs. Belding"s friendship and motherly love were worth striving to win, entirely aside from any more selfish motive. He decided both would be hard to get. Often he felt her deep, penetrating gaze upon him; and, though this in no wise embarra.s.sed him--for he had no shameful secrets of past or present--it showed him how useless it would be to try to conceal anything from her.
Naturally, on first impulse, he wanted to hide his interest in the daughter; but he resolved to be absolutely frank and true, and through that win or lose. Moreover, if Mrs. Belding asked him any questions about his home, his family, his connections, he would not avoid direct and truthful answers.
Toward evening Gale heard the tramp of horses and Belding"s hearty voice. Presently the rancher strode in upon Gale, shaking the gray dust from his broad shoulders and waving a letter.
"h.e.l.lo, d.i.c.k! Good news and bad!" he said, putting the letter in d.i.c.k"s hand. "Had no trouble finding your friend Thorne. Looked like he"d been drunk for a week! Say, he nearly threw a fit. I never saw a fellow so wild with joy. He made sure you and Mercedes were lost in the desert. He wrote two letters which I brought. Don"t mistake me, boy, it was some fun with Mercedes just now. I teased her, wouldn"t give her the letter. You ought to have seen her eyes. If ever you see a black-and-white desert hawk swoop down upon a quail, then you"ll know how Mercedes pounced upon her letter... Well, Casita is one h.e.l.l of a place these days. I tried to get your baggage, and I think I made a mistake. We"re going to see travel toward Forlorn River. The federal garrison got reinforcements from somewhere, and is holding out.
There"s been fighting for three days. The rebels have a string of flat railroad cars, all iron, and they ran this up within range of the barricades. They"ve got some machine guns, and they"re going to lick the federals sure. There are dead soldiers in the ditches, Mexican non-combatants lying dead in the streets--and buzzards everywhere! It"s reported that Campo, the rebel leader, is on the way up from Sinaloa, and Huerta, a federal general, is coming to relieve the garrison. I don"t take much stock in reports. But there"s h.e.l.l in Casita, all right."
"Do you think we"ll have trouble out here?" asked d.i.c.k, excitedly.
"Sure. Some kind of trouble sooner or later," replied Belding, gloomily. "Why, you can stand on my ranch and step over into Mexico.
Laddy says we"ll lose horses and other stock in night raids. Jim Lash doesn"t look for any worse. But Jim isn"t as well acquainted with Greasers as I am. Anyway, my boy, as soon as you can hold a bridle and a gun you"ll be on the job, don"t mistake me."
"With Laddy and Jim?" asked d.i.c.k, trying to be cool.
"Sure. With them and me, and by yourself."
d.i.c.k drew a deep breath, and even after Belding had departed he forgot for a moment about the letter in his hand. Then he unfolded the paper and read:
Dear d.i.c.k,--You"ve more than saved my life. To the end of my days you"ll be the one man to whom I owe everything. Words fail to express my feelings.
This must be a brief note. Belding is waiting, and I used up most of the time writing to Mercedes. I like Belding. He was not unknown to me, though I never met or saw him before. You"ll be interested to learn that he"s the unadulterated article, the real Western goods.
I"ve heard of some of his stunts, and they made my hair curl. d.i.c.k, your luck is staggering. The way Belding spoke of you was great. But you deserve it, old man.
I"m leaving Mercedes in your charge, subject, of course, to advice from Belding. Take care of her, d.i.c.k, for my life is wrapped up in her. By all means keep her from being seen by Mexicans. We are sitting tight here--nothing doing. If some action doesn"t come soon, it"ll be darned strange. Things are centering this way. There"s sc.r.a.pping right along, and people have begun to move. We"re still patrolling the line eastward of Casita. It"ll be impossible to keep any tab on the line west of Casita, for it"s too rough. That cactus desert is awful. Cowboys or rangers with desert-bred horses might keep raiders and smugglers from crossing. But if cavalrymen could stand that waterless wilderness, which I doubt much, their horses would drop under them.
If things do quiet down before my commission expires, I"ll get leave of absence, run out to Forlorn River, marry my beautiful Spanish princess, and take her to a civilized country, where, I opine, every son of a gun who sees her will lose his head, and drive me mad. It"s my great luck, old pal, that you are a fellow who never seemed to care about pretty girls. So you won"t give me the double cross and run off with Mercedes--carry her off, like the villain in the play, I mean.
That reminds me of Rojas. Oh, d.i.c.k, it was glorious! You didn"t do anything to the Dandy Rebel! Not at all! You merely caressed him--gently moved him to one side. d.i.c.k, harken to these glad words: Rojas is in the hospital. I was interested to inquire. He had a smashed finger, a dislocated collar bone, three broken ribs, and a fearful gash on his face. He"ll be in the hospital for a month. d.i.c.k, when I meet that pig-headed dad of yours I"m going to give him the surprise of his life.
Send me a line whenever any one comes in from F. R., and inclose Mercedes"s letter in yours. Take care of her, d.i.c.k, and may the future hold in store for you some of the sweetness I know now!