"Is this the lad with the injured arm?" asked the gentleman meeting the pair, and glancing toward Jim"s bandaged arm, with the coat sleeve hanging loose above it.
"Yes, sir, but it"s nothing. It doesn"t need any attention," said Jim, ungraciously.
"Behave yourself, Jim. Yes, Doctor--I suppose you"re that?--he is so badly hurt that he"s cross. But it"s wonderful to find a doctor away up here," said Dorothy. Her odd little air of authority over the great, loutish lad, and her gay smile to himself, instantly won the stranger"s liking, and he answered warmly:
"Wonderful, maybe, but no more so than all of Dan Ford"s doings. Step this way, my son, and Miss, I fancy you"d best not follow just yet.
Nurse Melton will a.s.sist me, if I need a.s.sistance."
"A nurse, too? How odd!" said Dorothy turning to join her mates.
She did not see Jim Barlow again that night. When the examination was made the doctor found the injured arm in bad shape, swollen and inflamed to a degree that made great care a necessity unless much worse were to follow.
So, for the first time in his healthy life, Jim found himself an invalid; sent to bed and ministered to by a frail, sweet-faced woman in a white uniform, whose presence on that far away ranch was a puzzle to him. Until, seeing his evident curiosity, she satisfied it by the explanation:
"Oh! I"m merely another of Mr. Ford"s beneficiaries. My brother is an engineer on one of his railroads, and he heard that I was threatened with consumption. So he had me sent to Denver for a time, till San Leon was ready. Then I came here. I"m on hand to attend any sick folks who may need me, though you"re the first patient yet. I can tell you that you"re fortunate to number Daniel Ford among your friends. He"s the grandest man in the world."
Jim lay quiet for a time, till his supper was brought in. But he could not taste that. The dressing of his wounded arm had been painful in extreme, though he had borne the pain without a groan, and for that been greatly admired by both the surgeon and the nurse. He was now feverish and discontented. The "happy summer" of which Dorothy had boasted was beginning anything but happily for him. He was angry against his own weakness and disappointed that he could not at once begin his work of studying the rocks of this region. To do so had been his chief reason for accepting Mr. Ford"s genial invitation, for his shyness shrank from meeting strangers and accepting favors from them. Dr. Sterling had talked him "out of his nonsense" for the time being, but he now wished himself back in his familiar room at Deerhurst lodge, with Hans and Griselda Roemer. They were humble folk and so was he. He had no business in this rich man"s "shack" that was, in reality, a palace; where pleasure was the rule and work the exception. Well--things might happen!
He"d take care they should! He was among the mountains--for that part he was glad; only regretful of the debt to another which had brought him there.
The hum of voices in and about the big house ceased. Even the barking dogs were silent at last, and the music from the men"s quarters, stopped. There was where he, Jim belonged, by right. Out in some of the many buildings at the rear; so many, in fact, that they were like a village. He guessed he"d go there. Yes. In the morning, maybe the Boss would give him a job, and he could work to pay his keep. His thoughts grew wilder and more disordered, his head ached.
The nurse was sitting silent in an adjoining room. Actual watching was unnecessary and she understood her patient"s mood, that her presence in his chamber worried him. It was his time--now or never. He crept from his bed and stepped out of the low window upon the wide porch.
Even in his delirious confusion it struck him that he had never seen such wonderful moonlight, nor such a big, inviting world. The vagary of thought altered. He would not seek the workmen"s quarters, after all.
The mountains were better. They called him. They did not seem far away.
He would not feel so hot and then so shivery if he could lie down on their cool tops, with only the sky above him. Aye, they called him; and blindly answering to their silent summons the sick boy went. The things he prophesied had surely begun to "happen."
CHAPTER VI
A MARTINET OF THE ROCKIES
San Leon ranch was a large one. The dwelling house and many outbuildings were upon a rich plateau topping a spur from the great mountain beyond.
On one side, the land sloped to the valley of the Mismit, utilized for the sheep farming; and across the river, or run, rose gra.s.sy fields, climbing one above another till they ended in rocky, verdureless soil.
Here were the cattle ranges, and here the herds of horses lived their free life. The extent of the property amazed the newcomers, even Lady Gray herself.
She was exploring the premises escorted by Leslie and her young guests, and piloted by the talkative Lem Hunt. For once he had attentive listeners. There was no fellow ranchmen to ridicule his oft-told tales, but eager ears to which they were new; and eyes as eager to behold the scenes of these same marvellous stories.
All began and ended with "The Boss, he." Evidently, for old Lem, there existed but one man worth knowing and that was the "Boss, he."
"I s"pose, Ma"am, you know how the Boss, he come to buy S" Leon. No? You don"t? By the Great Horned Spoon! Ain"t that great? Just like him. The Boss, he never brags of his doin"s, that"s why I have to do it for him.
Well, Ma"am, I can"t help sayin" "twas a deed o" charity. Just a clean, simon-pure piece of charity. Yes, Ma"am, that"s what it was, and you can bite that off an" chew it."
Mrs. Ford smiled. She was always delighted to hear of her husband"s generous deeds but rarely heard of them from himself. Also, she had supposed that the purchase of San Leon had been a recent one and was amazed now to learn it had been owned by Mr. Ford for several years. Not as it then was, for no improvements had been made to the home-piece till after he had found her that last winter in San Diego. Then, at once, preparations had been made for this home-coming, with the result of all the beauty that now greeted her eyes.
"Tell us, Lemuel. I"m anxious to hear."
Lem switched some hay from a wagon seat, that stood upon the ground, and motioned the lady to be seated. The youngsters grouped about her, Lem cut off a fresh "chaw," rubbed his hands and began. He stood with legs far apart, arms folded, an old sombrero pushed back on his head, a riding crop in hand, and an air of a king. Was he not a free-born American citizen, as good as could be found in all the country? Lemuel adored his "Boss" but he had not learned the manners which that "Boss"
would have approved in the presence of the Gray Lady; who, by the way, was never more truly the "Lady" than in her intercourse then, and always, with the toilers at San Leon.
"Well, sir, Ma"am, I mean--"twas really a deed o" gift. There was another railroader, rich once, done somethin" he hadn"t ought to. I don"t rightly know what that was. The Boss never told, course, and it never leaked out otherwise. That"s no more here nor there. But he, the other feller, had his bottom dollar into S" Leon, and some dollars "t wasn"t his "n. He was countin" on this range bein" chock full o" silver an" he"d wheedled the rest to takin" his word for it. Silver? Not on your life. The sheriffs got after him. He hadn"t a friend in the world.
He lit out a-foot and got as far as Denver city an" aboard a train.
Leastwise, under a baggage car, stealin" a ride. Course he got hurt.
Happened the Boss, he was on hand. He"s a way of bein" when other folks is in trouble. Heard the feller"s story. Had knowed him out east and "lowed he was more fool than knave. Long-short was--S" Leon swopped owners. The first named had had to take his medicine an" I"ve been told he took it like a little man. The Boss paid in full, on condition "t all hands round got their level dues. Atterwards, the Boss made this a dumpin"-ground for all the down-in-the-world unfortunates he knew.
"The doctor"s one. He was just dyin" back yonder, same as Miss Melton. Doc, he took the place o" book-keeper, sort o" manager--I claim to be that myself--but to do anything needed. The"s always somebody gettin" broke, legs, an" arms, and such. But as for gineral sickness, why there ain"t never been none o" that to San Leon. No wonder that Dan Ford"s a prosperous man! He lives his religion--he ain"t no preachin"-no-practice-sky-pilot, the Boss, he ain"t.
"Ma"am? Like to see where the boys hang out? Well, come along. If things ain"t the way I"d like to have "em, you c"n allow "t I"m the only one"s been in the ranks. Yes, Ma"am. I have that. Used to belong to a crack comp"ny out home and was one the picked men to shoot at Seagirt, New Ja.r.s.ey. The National Rifle Range, Ma"am, as maybe you know. I"ve scored highest, more "n once. That"s how I come to sort o" set up in business out here. Shootin" an" hosses; them"s my business; and every tenderfoot strikes S" Leon comes under my teachin" first or last."
With that remark he cast a critical eye upon the a.s.sembled young folks and noted the kindling gleam of seven pairs of eyes. Only Jim Barlow"s blue orbs were missing; but, of course, that nurse or doctor had made him stay in bed, which was a shame, the others thought, and Dorothy loyally expressed:
"Course! That"s one the things we"re all wild to do--learn to handle a rifle. But don"t let"s begin till Jim gets well."
A curious expression pa.s.sed over Mrs. Ford"s face. She was the only one present who knew of Jim"s midnight escape. The knowledge had almost miraculously been kept from Lemuel and by the master"s express orders.
Whatever that talkative ranchman knew, all the world knew, as fast as his tongue could tell it.
All had been so quiet in the sick room that the nurse had supposed her patient fallen asleep; and it was not till daybreak that she discovered his absence. She had immediately informed Dr. Jones, and he, in turn, the "Boss," who understanding the shy nature of the truant and knowing how he would dislike to be talked about, had inst.i.tuted a quiet but thorough search. Only the trustiest men had been set upon this search, Mr. Ford taking the most active part in it. By his request the matter had been kept from his young guests, also; and they were to be made as happy as possible in their ignorance. As he said to Lady Gray, before leaving her:
"Of course, we shall find him in a very little while. He can"t have gone far afield, and we"ll have him back in bed before any of those youngsters get wind of his performance. Nurse says he was flighty and feverish and I don"t wonder. Doctor claims he"d rather have had a clean, sharp break to mend than all those bruised and torn ligaments. However, don"t you worry. This party is going to be a success--don"t doubt. Sorry to leave you with seven young folks on your hands--a little world in themselves, of varying ideas and wills. They can easily spend this first half-day in inspecting the ranch and, if they"re as healthy and happy as they seem, will be too interested to give much thought to Master James.
Good-by, don"t worry."
However, although they felt it would be well to wait for the injured Jim before beginning their lessons in shooting, Lemuel himself took the matter out of their hands, explaining:
"I"ve lived long enough to know there ain"t never but one time to do one thing, an" that if a feller don"t s.n.a.t.c.h it then, afore it gets out o"
reach, he"ll be sorry forever atterwards. We"ll go inspect the boys"
quarters first hand. That"s a part o" my business, anyway. Makes "em mad, sometimes, but it"s for their good. Nothin" like the army for trainin" folks right, an" so I tell "em. Get jawed for it a pretty consid"able, but Lemuel G. W. Hunt--I"m named for the Father of my Country, Ma"am--Lemuel G. W. Hunt always does his duty, let come what follers atterwards. Right this way, Ma"am. Hep, hep, hep, right face!"
The odd fellow led off with a military step and catching his humor the boys did likewise. Then, the girls laughed and marched, Herbert gallantly escorting Mrs. Ford, as the eighth of the little "Company A,"
as Leslie immediately named the new "awkward squad."
"And I say, Lem, it"ll be just rippin" if you"ll drill us in regular "tactics." Once a day, anyhow. I"ll get Dad to furnish the uniforms and it"ll be a help because, you know, I"m bound for West Point sometime,"
cried Leslie.
Lady Gray"s face resumed its look of anxiety that had pa.s.sed for a moment, listening to Lemuel"s talk. This West Point ambition of her son"s was a sore subject with her, though his great desire for a military life had never been hidden from her.
"If I can pa.s.s the physical exam., and the book one--either," he added, with a grimace.
"Well, you"ll have to know a power more "n you do now, if you get into that place," said truthful Alfy. "I"ve heard Mis" Judge Satterlee, up-mounting, tell "t her boy near studied his head off, an" then got shut out. It"s a terrible fine thing, though, if a body could. Why, up-mounting, we can hear the bands playin", guns firin", and Dolly there, she"s seen "em drill. Seen the battery-drill, she called it, and didn"t guess how in the world them gray-coated boys could hop on-an"-off their gun wagons like they did. When I get home, I mean to go over to the Point myself and see "em. If you should be there I"d take you something to eat."
Leslie was now much more interested in hearing about the place of his dreams than in the present inspection of San Leon; and encouraged by this Alfaretta made Dolly tell how she and Molly had once visited the Academy and Molly"s cadet cousin, Tom Hungerford.
Molly interrupted the narrative with frequent comments and they all paused at the entrance to the Barracks, as Lemuel had named the long building of the workmen, while the story was told. Lemuel and Leslie were the most eager listeners, both faces alight with enthusiasm, as the two girls described their day at the military school.
"Tom got leave off, to show us around, and Aunt Betty with Mrs.
Hungerford--"