Flip dropped her eyes. Lance had got his other arm around her waist, but her resisting little hand was still potent.
"Listen," she said at last without looking up, but apparently talking to the intruding arm, "when Dad comes I"ll get him to send you to watch the diamond pit. It isn"t far; it"s warm, and"--
"What?"
"I"ll come, after a bit, and see you. Quit foolin" now. If you"d only have come here like yourself--like--like--a white man."
"The old man," interrupted Lance, "would have just pa.s.sed me on to the summit. I couldn"t have played the lost fisherman on him at this time of year."
"Ye could have been stopped at the Crossing by high water, you silly,"
said the girl. "It was." This grammatical obscurity referred to the stage coach.
"Yes, but I might have been tracked to this cabin. And look here, Flip,"
he said, suddenly straightening himself, and lifting the girl"s face to a level with his own, "I don"t want you to lie any more for me. It ain"t right."
"All right. Ye needn"t go to the pit, then, and I won"t come."
"Flip!"
"And here"s Dad coming. Quick!"
Lance chose to put his own interpretation on this last adjuration. The resisting little hand was now lying quite limp on his shoulder, He drew her brown, bright face near his own, felt her spiced breath on his lips, his cheeks, his hot eyelids, his swimming eyes, kissed her, hurriedly replaced his wig and blanket, and dropped beside the fire with the tremulous laugh of youth and innocent first pa.s.sion. Flip had withdrawn to the window, and was looking out upon the rocking pines.
"He don"t seem to be coming," said Lance, with a half-shy laugh.
"No," responded Flip demurely, pressing her hot oval cheek against the wet panes; "I reckon I was mistaken. You"re sure," she added, looking resolutely another way, but still trembling like a magnetic needle toward Lance, as he moved slightly before the fire, "you"re SURE you"d like me to come to you?"
"Sure, Flip?"
"Hush!" said Flip, as this rea.s.suring query of reproachful astonishment appeared about to be emphasized by a forward amatory dash of Lance"s; "hush! he"s coming this time, sure."
It was, indeed, Fairley, exceedingly wet, exceedingly bedraggled, exceedingly sponged out as to color, and exceedingly profane. It appeared that there was, indeed, a tree that had fallen in the "run," but that, far from diverting the overflow into the pit, it had established "back water," which had forced another outlet. All this might have been detected at once by any human intellect not distracted by correspondence with strangers, and enfeebled by habitually scorning the intellect of its own progenitor. This reckless selfishness had further only resulted in giving "rheumatics" to that progenitor, who now required the external administration of opodeldoc to his limbs, and the internal administration of whiskey. Having thus spoken, Mr. Fairley, with great prompt.i.tude and infantine simplicity, at once bared two legs of entirely different colors and mutely waited for his daughter to rub them. If Flip did this all unconsciously, and with the mechanical dexterity of previous habit, it was because she did not quite understand the savage eyes and impatient gestures of Lance in his encompa.s.sing wig and blanket, and because it helped her to voice her thought.
"Ye"ll never be able to take yer watch at the diamond pit to-night, Dad," she said; "and I"ve been reck"nin" you might set the squaw there instead. I can show her what to do."
But to Flip"s momentary discomfiture, her father promptly objected.
"Mebbee I"ve got suthin" else for her to do. Mebbee I may have my secrets, too--eh?" he said, with dark significance, at the same time administering a significant nudge to Lance, which kept up the young man"s exasperation. "No, she"ll rest yer a bit just now. I"ll set her to watchin" suthin" else, like as not, when I want her." Flip fell into one of her suggestive silences. Lance watched her earnestly, mollified by a single furtive glance from her significant eyes; the rain dashed against the windows, and occasionally spattered and hissed in the hearth of the broad chimney, and Mr. David Fairley, somewhat a.s.suaged by the internal administration of whiskey, grew more loquacious. The genius of incongruity and inconsistency which generally ruled his conduct came out with freshened vigor under the gentle stimulation of spirit. "On an evening like this," he began, comfortably settling himself on the floor beside the chimney, "ye might rig yerself out in them new duds and fancy fixin"s that that Sacramento shrimp sent ye, and let your own flesh and blood see ye. If that"s too much to do for your old dad, ye might do it to please that digger squaw as a Christian act." Whether in the hidden depths of the old man"s consciousness there was a feeling of paternal vanity in showing this wretched aborigine the value and importance of the treasure she was about to guard, I cannot say. Flip darted an interrogatory look at Lance, who nodded a quiet a.s.sent, and she flew into the inner room. She did not linger on the details of her toilet, but reappeared almost the next moment in her new finery; b.u.t.toning the neck of her gown as she entered the room, and chastely stopping at the window to characteristically pull up her stocking. The peculiarity of her situation increased her usual shyness; she played with the black and gold beads of a handsome necklace,--Lance"s last gift,--as the merest child might; her unbuckled shoe gave the squaw a natural opportunity of showing her admiration and devotion by insisting upon buckling it, and gave Lance, under that disguise, an opportunity of covertly kissing the little foot and ankle in the shadow of the chimney; an event which provoked slight hysterical symptoms in Flip, and caused her to sit suddenly down in spite of the remonstrances of her parent. "Ef you can"t quit gigglin" and squirmin" like an Injin baby yourself, ye"d better git rid o" them duds," he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed with peevish scorn.
Yet, under this perfunctory rebuke, his weak vanity could not be hidden, and he enjoyed the evident admiration of a creature whom he believed to be half-witted and degraded all the more keenly because it did not make him jealous. She could not take Flip from him. Rendered garrulous by liquor, he went to voice his contempt for those who might attempt it. Taking advantage of his daughter"s absence to resume her homely garments, he whispered confidentially to Lance,--
"Ye see these yer fine dresses, ye might think is presents. Pr"aps Flip lets on they are? Pr"aps she don"t know any better. But they ain"t presents. They"re only samples o" dressmaking and jewelry that a vain, conceited shrimp of a feller up in Sacramento sends down here to get customers for. In course I"m to pay for "em. In course he reckons I"m to do it. In course I calkilate to do it; but he needn"t try to play "em off as presents. He talks suthin" o" coming down here, sportin" hisself off on Flip as a fancy buck! Not ez long ez the old man"s here, you bet." Thoroughly carried away by his fancied wrongs, it was perhaps fortunate that he did not observe the flashing eyes of Lance behind his lank and l.u.s.treless wig; but seeing only the figure of Lance, as he had conjured him, he went on: "That"s why I want you to hang around her.
Hang around her ontil my boy,--him that"s comin" home on a visit,--gets here, and I reckon he"ll clear out that yar Sacramento counter-jumper.
Only let me get a sight o" him afore Flip does, eh? D"ye hear? Dog my skin if I don"t believe the d----d Injin"s drunk." It was fortunate that at that moment Flip reappeared, and, dropping on the hearth between her father and the infuriated Lance, let her hand slip in his with a warning pressure. The light touch momentarily recalled him to himself and her, but not until the quick-witted girl had had revealed to her in one startled wave of consciousness the full extent of Lance"s infirmity of temper. With the instinct of awakened tenderness came a sense of responsibility, and a vague premonition of danger. The coy blossom of her heart was scarce unfolded before it was chilled by approaching shadows. Fearful of, she knew not what, she hesitated. Every moment of Lance"s stay was imperiled by a single word that might spring from his suppressed white lips; beyond and above the suspicions his sudden withdrawal might awaken in her father"s breast, she was dimly conscious of some mysterious terror without that awaited him. She listened to the furious onslaught of the wind upon the sycamores beside their cabin, and thought she heard it there; she listened to the sharp fusillade of rain upon roof and pane, and the turbulent roar and rush of leaping mountain torrents at their very feet, and fancied it was there. She suddenly sprang to the window, and, pressing her eyes to the pane, saw through the misty turmoil of tossing boughs and swaying branches the scintillating intermittent flames of torches moving on the trail above, and KNEW it was there!
In an instant she was collected and calm. "Dad," she said, in her ordinary indifferent tone, "there"s torches movin" up toward the diamond pit. Likely it"s tramps. I"ll take the squaw and see." And before the old man could stagger to his feet she had dragged Lance with her into the road.
CHAPTER VI.
The wind charged down upon them, slamming the door at their backs, extinguishing the broad shaft of light that had momentarily shot out into the darkness, and swept them a dozen yards away. Gaining the lee of a madrono tree, Lance opened his blanketed arms, enfolded the girl, and felt her for one brief moment tremble and nestle in his bosom like some frightened animal. "Well," he said, gayly, "what next?" Flip recovered herself. "You"re safe now anywhere outside the house. But did you expect them tonight?" Lance shrugged his shoulders. "Why not?" "Hush!" returned the girl; "they"re coming this way."
The four flickering, scattered lights presently dropped into line. The trail had been found; they were coming nearer. Flip breathed quickly; the spiced aroma of her presence filled the blanket as he drew her tightly beside him. He had forgotten the storm that raged around them, the mysterious foe that was approaching, until Flip caught his sleeve with a slight laugh. "Why, it"s Kennedy and Bijah?"
"Who"s Kennedy and Bijah?" asked Lance, curtly.
"Kennedy"s the Postmaster and Bijah"s the Butcher."
"What do they want?" continued Lance.
"Me," said Flip, coyly.
"You?"
"Yes; let"s run away."
Half leading, half dragging her friend, Flip made her way with unerring woodcraft down the ravine. The sound of voices and even the tumult of the storm became fainter, an acrid smell of burning green wood smarted Lance"s lips and eyes; in the midst of the darkness beneath him gradually a faint, gigantic nimbus like a lurid eye glowed and sank, quivered and faded with the spent breath of the gale as it penetrated their retreat. "The pit," whispered Flip; "it"s safe on the other side,"
she added, cautiously skirting the orbit of the great eye, and leading him to a sheltered nest of bark and sawdust. It was warm and odorous.
Nevertheless, they both deemed it necessary to enwrap themselves in the single blanket. The eye beamed fitfully upon them, occasionally a wave of lambent tremulousness pa.s.sed across it; its weirdness was an excuse for their drawing nearer each other in playful terror.
"Flip."
"Well?"
"What did the other two want? To see you, TOO?"
"Likely," said Flip, without the least trace of coquetry. "There"s been a lot of strangers yer, off and on."
"Perhaps you"d like to go back and see them?"
"Do you want me to?"
Lance"s reply was a kiss. Nevertheless he was vaguely uneasy. "Looks a little as if I were running away, don"t it?" he suggested.
"No," said Flip; "they think you"re only a squaw; it"s me they"re after." Lance smarted a little at this infelicitous speech. A strange and irritating sensation had been creeping over him--it was his first experience of shame and remorse. "I reckon I"ll go back and see," he said, rising abruptly.
Flip was silent. She was thinking. Believing that the men were seeking her only, she knew that their attention would be directed from her companion when it was found out he was no longer with her, and she dreaded to meet them in his irritable presence.
"Go," she said, "tell Dad something"s gone wrong in the diamond pit, and say I"m watching it for him here."
"And you?"
"I"ll go there and wait for him. If he can"t get rid of them, and they follow him there, I"ll come back here and meet you. Anyhow, I"ll manage to have Dad wait there a spell."
She took his hand and led him back by a different path to the trail. He was surprised to find that the cabin, its window glowing from the fire, was only a hundred yards away. "Go in the back way, by the shed. Don"t go in the room, nor near the light, if you can. Don"t talk inside, but call or beckon to Dad. Remember," she said, with a laugh, "you"re keeping watch of me for him. Pull your hair down on your eyes so." This operation, like most feminine embellishments of the masculine toilet was attended by a kiss, and Flip, stepping back into the shadow, vanished in the storm.
Lance"s first movements were inconsistent with his a.s.sumed s.e.x. He picked up his draggled skirt, and drew a bowie knife from his boot. From his bosom he took a revolver, turning the chambers noiselessly as he felt the caps. He then crept toward the cabin softly and gained the shed. It was quite dark but for a pencil of light piercing a crack of the rude, ill-fitting door that opened on the sitting-room. A single voice not unfamiliar to him, raised in half-brutal triumph, greeted his ears.