"I couldn"t go barefooted. My feet would hurt so. I"ll have to risk the shoes. I have others in my suit-case, wherever it is."
"Well, come on then. You can step light through the ma"sh and "twon"t be so bad. Wait till I fetch a lantern."
"A lantern, in this moonlight?"
"Sure. "Twon"t shine into the woods. The trees are awful thick and though I could go straight there and back, without stumbling once, you"re new to the way an" the light"s for you. I don"t want you to get hurt just goin" for a mess o" fish!"
"Thank you, Mattie. That is very considerate of you. Shall I carry it?"
Mattie was pleased by the other girl"s "thank you." Such small courtesies were almost unknown to her, but she determined to remember how "good" it had made her feel and to experiment with it upon somebody else, sometime. Even as Helena"s table-setting had also been a lesson in neatness; and with her eagerness to learn she felt that she had been amply repaid for giving up her sleep. Chattering as if she had always known the stranger she led the way safely to the pool, deep in the woods; and Helena never forgot that scene. Except for the slight illumination of the lantern the blackness of the forest was intense, and the rustling of wild things among the tree-tops startled her.
Mattie looked up and saw her fear, then laughed hilariously:
"Two "fraid-cats together, you an" the birds! Likely, they never saw a lantern before and hate to be disturbed even more "n I did, listenin" to Alfaretta in the kitchen. But don"t you like it? Ain"t it awful solemn in such woods in the night-time? Makes a body think of all the hateful things she"s done and sort of wish she hadn"t done "em. But there ain"t no livin" thing in these woods"ll hurt you, nowadays, though onct they was chock full o" grizzlies an" such. Now I guess that"s enough. Don"t suppose your folks"d eat a bigger mess "n that, do you? "Cause I could take a few more if you say so."
Helena looked at the big basket of trout and laughed, then shivered at the echo of her own laughter in that place, which seemed full as "solemn" to her as it did to the more accustomed Mattie.
They were soon back at the inn, Mattie at once proceeding to show Alfaretta that she could do some fine cooking herself; and between them they made Mrs. Roderick"s larder suffer, so eager was each to outdo the other and to suggest some further delicacy for that wonderful meal.
Mrs. Ford paced in and out of the living-room, watchful and still anxious, though greatly amused at the doings of the three girls, and wondering, as well, how the landlady could sleep through all that din and chatter. For Helena, too, had gone into the kitchen and seizing a pitcher of cream Mattie was carrying to the table, demanded a chance to "whip" it.
"It"s such an improvement, or will be for that good coffee you"ve made, and Herbert likes it so much."
Mattie put her arms akimbo and stared; then demanded, in turn:
"Can"t you do anything sensibler than "whip" cream? As if it was bad.
You make me laugh, though I don"t know what you mean."
Helena soon showed her, even with a two-tined steel fork beating the rich cream into a heaped-up, foamy ma.s.s, which Mattie declared was the "wonderfulest thing" she had ever seen. They were still discussing the matter, and each sampling the delicacy with relish, when Mrs. Ford"s excited voice was heard, calling:
"They"re coming! Oh! they"re coming at last! Away down the road! I can hear them--beyond the turn of the road. Only it seems that they come slowly. Is it so? Or is it my own impatience?"
Only Alfaretta stopped to push the pans and pots to the cool, safe end of the great stove, now glowing red in front from the hot fire they had made. The other girls rushed outward to see for themselves, and Alfy reached the piazza just in time to hear Mattie remark:
"Yes, they do travel powerful slow. They ain"t in no hurry to get here.
Somethin"s happened. You can just believe me--somethin"s happened!"
CHAPTER V
THE CALL OF THE MOUNTAINS
As the approaching company came around the bend of the road into sight of the inn, a "calico" pony detached itself from the group of riders and before those watching on the porch could hear her words, Molly was shouting to them:
"We"re all right! Everybody is all right--except the one that isn"t! And he--Wait, I"m coming!"
The three girls ran down the road to meet her, and even Lady Gray walked swiftly after, and in a moment more they had encircled the truant with their loving arms, forgetting that she had given them a needless anxiety.
"They weren"t Indians at all. They were just our own folks, but Leslie and I were frightened half to death! I don"t know what would have become of us except the pony told our story. And he"s only smashed up a little some way. They had to hold him on the horse--"
"What! Leslie, my Leslie, my boy!" gasped Mrs. Ford.
"Leslie? No, indeed! Nothing the matter with him only riding the rack-o"-bones. The "Tenderfoot" man, and the cowboys say it served him right. Only he got off too easy with just a broken collar bone, and a sprained ankle, and some teeth gone--and a few other trifles like that.
He--"
"You can get off Chiquita now, Molly. I want to rub her down. Ain"t she the best ever?" said Mattie, calmly lifting the rider down from the saddle.
"Indeed she is! And how strong you are, to lift a big girl like me!"
cried Molly, eagerly. "I do believe your little Chiquita saved our lives, Leslie"s and mine."
"Tell me what you mean, child. Where is Leslie?" demanded the Gray Lady, placing her hand on Molly"s shoulder and peering into her eyes.
"Why--I mean, what I say, course, Mrs. Ford. But Leslie"s all right now.
He"s scratched with the briars and torn his clothes and has had to ride double with a cowboy, or drover, because he couldn"t stand Beelzebub again. Mr. Roderick is riding that creature and--Here, here they are!"
Once in sight of the house most of the party came up at a canter, Mr.
Ford cheerfully saluting his wife, and the others waving their hats and showing off a few tricks of their steeds--while Dorothy was handed down from riding-pillion behind her host. Everybody"s tongue was loosened at once and such a hubbub arose that Mrs. Ford clapped her hands to her ears, then caught hold of Leslie as he slid to the ground and ran like a girl to the house. She wanted a chance to kiss him before the rest came in and had learned long before this that her boy "hated coddling."
However, he submitted to a little of it that night with a better grace than usual, understanding that he had given his mother anxiety; and told her as briefly as possible the whole story.
"You see, Lady Gray, that "Sorrel Tenderfoot" was too smart, so came to grief."
"A good lesson to remember, son."
"Course. Well, he drove into a road, a trail, and got stuck. The horses bolted, the wagon went to smash and he was hurt. Pretty bad, I guess.
The others weren"t at all, only frightened and sort of stunned. They were in a tight fix. So dark in there they didn"t know which way was out and made up their minds to stay till daylight. That Jim Barlow--I tell you he"s great!--he fixed a bed with the wagon cushions and laid "Sorrel" on it. Then he felt the man all over and saw his legs and arms were sound. After that he got the box of the buckboard right side up and made Dorothy get into that and lie down. He covered her with the robes and made Manuel promise to stay right beside her while he went back for help. Dorothy wouldn"t let him go, at first, till he made her ashamed thinking about the "Tenderfoot."
"He made his way back all that distance to the main road, just by noticing the branches that had been broken by their driving in. He was going to walk back to Denver for help, thinking that was the quickest way, but when he got out of the woods he couldn"t go any further. He"d hurt his arm some way--Dad says it"s broken--and the pain made him faint. We found him there--I mean the searchers did, and when he came to be told them the rest.
"Lem Hunt and Roderick knew exactly where to look. They found the runaway blacks and captured them, or some of the cowboys did, and they made a litter of the wagon box, covered it with branches and carried him out of the woods. They"ve brought him all the way here for he insisted on coming. Said he"d be better cared for by Mrs. Roderick than at any hospital in Denver. He was sort of crazy and they didn"t dare oppose him. That"s why they are so slow. But they"ll be here soon and he"ll be put to bed. Lemuel says the man"ll take a blazed trail the rest of his life, and will have time to get over his smartness while his bones heal.
But I think it"s too bad. I"m sorry for him, and so is Dad. Now, come.
They"re going to table and I"m hungry as a bear. Isn"t it fine of Mrs.
Roderick to get a meal this time of night, or day, or whatever hour it is?"
"It wasn"t Mrs. Roderick. Alfy was the moving spirit and the other girls helped. But not one mouthful shall you have till you confess your own fault. Why did you, Leslie, run away into all that danger against my wishes?"
"Why, Molly--" began the lad, then checked himself for shame. "Why, Lady Gray, I couldn"t let a girl like Molly ride away alone, could I?
And she would go--just would. And the funny part was--we heard "lions"
or "panthers", or something in the woods behind us. We"d stopped to rest and we thought so. Then we saw the searchers coming back and thought they were Indians! and the way we took to the woods would make you laugh. That"s how I got to look like this. We might have been in them yet if little Chiquita hadn"t stood like a post right beside the rock where we"d been sitting. Her being there, and Molly"s hat and jacket that she"d taken off because she was too warm, told the truth. Dorothy saw the hat and knew it at once. So when Roderick came up and recognized Chiquita they made another search and found--us. But I tell you, Lady Gray, I"ve had all the lecturing I need just now from the other head of the family. I think Dad would have liked me to ride with him, at first, but he gave me his opinion of a boy who would "sneak" off and "leave his mother unprotected in a strange house at night." Just forgive me this once, motherkin, and I"ll be good in future; or till next time, any way. Now, come."
Such a meal as followed had rarely been eaten even in that land of hungry people, where the clear air so sharpens appet.i.te; and in the midst of it came the landlady herself, not even showing surprise, and certainly not offence, at the liberties which had been taken in her house. Fortunately, Jim"s arm had been bruised and strained, only; not broken as Mr. Ford had feared.
Then to bed and a few hours of sleep; another breakfast, as good as the first; after which buckboards were driven round and horses saddled; Herbert, Jim, and Manuel electing to ride while Monty was to travel in the wagon with Silent Pete, as driver. He was the better suited thus because Mr. Ford and Leslie were to be his companions, the gentlemen having arranged matters this time without any casting of lots.
Lemuel drove the four-in-hand as on the day before, having as pa.s.sengers Mrs. Ford and Miss Milliken--who had slept soundly through all the events of the night--with the four girls. Jedediah, Mr. Ford"s colored "boy" also rode beside the driver, for the greater protection of the feminine travelers, should any need arise.