"Say, what"s happened to you? It can"t be those clothes and a little bronze on your face.... d.i.c.k, you"re older--you"ve changed. You"re not so thickly built. By Gad, if you don"t look fine!"
"Thanks. I"m sorry I can"t return the compliment. You"re about the seediest, hungriest-looking fellow I ever saw.... Say, old man, you must have had a tough time."
A dark and somber fire burned out the happiness in Thorne"s eyes.
"d.i.c.k, don"t make me--don"t let me think of that fiend Rojas!.... I"m here now. I"ll be well in a day or two. Then!..."
Mercedes came in, radiant and soft-voiced. She fell upon her knees beside Thorne"s bed, and neither of them appeared to see Nell enter with a tray. Then Gale and Nell made a good deal of unnecessary bustle in moving a small table close to the bed. Mercedes had forgotten for the moment that her lover had been a starving man. If Thorne remembered it he did not care. They held hands and looked at each other without speaking.
"Nell, I thought I had it bad," whispered d.i.c.k. "But I"m not--"
"Hush. It"s beautiful," replied Nell, softly; and she tried to coax d.i.c.k from the room.
d.i.c.k, however, thought he ought to remain at least long enough to tell Thorne that a man in his condition could not exist solely upon love.
Mercedes sprang up blushing with pretty, penitent manner and moving white hands eloquent of her condition.
"Oh, Mercedes--don"t go!" cried Thorne, as she stepped to the door.
"Senor d.i.c.k will stay. He is not mucha malo for you--as I am."
Then she smiled and went out.
"Good Lord!" exclaimed Thorne. "How I love her. d.i.c.k, isn"t she the most beautiful, the loveliest, the finest--"
"George, I share your enthusiasm," said d.i.c.k, dryly, "but Mercedes isn"t the only girl on earth."
Manifestly this was a startling piece of information, and struck Thorne in more than one way.
"George," went on d.i.c.k, "did you happen to observe the girl who saved your life--who incidentally just fetched in your breakfast?"
"Nell Burton! Why, of course. She"s brave, a wonderful girl, and really nice-looking."
"You long, lean, hungry beggar! That was the young lady who might answer the raving eulogy you just got out of your system.... I--well, you haven"t cornered the love market!"
Thorne uttered some kind of a sound that his weakened condition would not allow to be a whoop.
"d.i.c.k! Do you mean it?"
"I sh.o.r.e do, as Laddy says."
"I"m glad, d.i.c.k, with all my heart. I wondered at the changed look you wear. Why, boy, you"ve got a different front.... Call the lady in, and you bet I"ll look her over right. I can see better now."
"Eat your breakfast. There"s plenty of time to dazzle you afterward."
Thorne fell to upon his breakfast and made it vanish with magic speed.
Meanwhile d.i.c.k told him something of a ranger"s life along the border.
"You needn"t waste your breath," said Thorne. "I guess I can see.
Belding and those rangers have made you the real thing--the real Western goods.... What I want to know is all about the girl."
"Well, Laddy swears she"s got your girl roped in the corral for looks."
"That"s not possible. I"ll have to talk to Laddy.... But she must be a wonder, or d.i.c.k Gale would never have fallen for her.... Isn"t it great, d.i.c.k? I"m here! Mercedes is well--safe! You"ve got a girl!
Oh!.... But say, I haven"t a dollar to my name. I had a lot of money, d.i.c.k, and those robbers stole it, my watch--everything. d.a.m.n that little black Greaser! He got Mercedes"s letters. I wish you could have seen him trying to read them. He"s simply nutty over her, d.i.c.k.
I could have borne the loss of money and valuables--but those beautiful, wonderful letters--they"re gone!"
"Cheer up. You have the girl. Belding will make you a proposition presently. The future smiles, old friend. If this rebel business was only ended!"
"d.i.c.k, you"re going to be my savior twice over.... Well, now, listen to me." His gay excitement changed to earnest gravity. "I want to marry Mercedes at once. Is there a padre here?"
"Yes. But are you wise in letting any Mexican, even a priest, know Mercedes is hidden in Forlorn River?"
"It couldn"t be kept much longer."
Gale was compelled to acknowledge the truth of this statement.
"I"ll marry her first, then I"ll face my problem. Fetch the padre, d.i.c.k. And ask our kind friends to be witnesses at the ceremony."
Much to Gale"s surprise neither Belding nor Ladd objected to the idea of bringing a padre into the household, and thereby making known to at least one Mexican the whereabouts of Mercedes Castaneda. Belding"s caution was wearing out in wrath at the persistent unsettled condition of the border, and Ladd grew only the cooler and more silent as possibilities of trouble multiplied.
Gale fetched the padre, a little, weazened, timid man who was old and without interest or penetration. Apparently he married Mercedes and Thorne as he told his beads or mumbled a prayer. It was Mrs. Belding who kept the occasion from being a merry one, and she insisted on not exciting Thorne. Gale marked her unusual pallor and the singular depth and sweetness of her voice.
"Mother, what"s the use of making a funeral out of a marriage?"
protested Belding. "A chance for some fun doesn"t often come to Forlorn River. You"re a fine doctor. Can"t you see the girl is what Thorne needed? He"ll be well to-morrow, don"t mistake me."
"George, when you"re all right again we"ll add something to present congratulations," said Gale.
"We sh.o.r.e will," put in Ladd.
So with parting jests and smiles they left the couple to themselves.
Belding enjoyed a laugh at his good wife"s expense, for Thorne could not be kept in bed, and all in a day, it seemed, he grew so well and so hungry that his friends were delighted, and Mercedes was radiant. In a few days his weakness disappeared and he was going the round of the fields and looking over the ground marked out in Gale"s plan of water development. Thorne was highly enthusiastic, and at once staked out his claim for one hundred and sixty acres of land adjoining that of Belding and the rangers. These five tracts took in all the ground necessary for their operations, but in case of the success of the irrigation project the idea was to increase their squatter holdings by purchase of more land down the valley. A hundred families had lately moved to Forlorn River; more were coming all the time; and Belding vowed he could see a vision of the whole Altar Valley green with farms.
Meanwhile everybody in Belding"s household, except the quiet Ladd and the watchful Yaqui, in the absence of disturbance of any kind along the border, grew freer and more unrestrained, as if anxiety was slowly fading in the peace of the present. Jim Lash made a trip to the Sonoyta Oasis, and Ladd patrolled fifty miles of the line eastward without incident or sight of raiders. Evidently all the border hawks were in at the picking of Casita.
The February nights were cold, with a dry, icy, penetrating coldness that made a warm fire most comfortable. Belding"s household usually congregated in the sitting-room, where burning mesquite logs crackled in the open fireplace. Belding"s one pa.s.sion besides horses was the game of checkers, and he was always wanting to play. On this night he sat playing with Ladd, who never won a game and never could give up trying. Mrs. Belding worked with her needle, stopping from time to time to gaze with thoughtful eyes into the fire. Jim Lash smoked his pipe by the hearth and played with the cat on his knee. Thorne and Mercedes were at the table with pencil and paper; and he was trying his best to keep his attention from his wife"s beautiful, animated face long enough to read and write a little Spanish. Gale and Nell sat in a corner watching the bright fire.
There came a low knock on the door. It may have been an ordinary knock, for it did not disturb the women; but to Belding and his rangers it had a subtle meaning.
"Who"s that?" asked Belding, as he slowly pushed back his chair and looked at Ladd.
"Yaqui," replied the ranger.
"Come in," called Belding.
The door opened, and the short, square, powerfully built Indian entered. He had a magnificent head, strangely staring, somber black eyes, and very darkly bronzed face. He carried a rifle and strode with impressive dignity.