"He ought to be at the well--putting it out. G.o.d! What a sight! I see it yet!"
"The well is out!" Allie returned and seated herself beside the bed.
"You probably won"t understand it or believe it--I can scarcely believe it myself, for it"s a miracle. All the same, it is out, shut in, and not much damage done. You"re not ruined, either, for Buddy says they"re short of fuel here, and a ga.s.ser this size is worth a good deal--"most as much as a fair oil well.""
"How can it be shut in? It was blazing, roaring--a tower of flame. The derrick itself was going--"
"I know, but the strangest thing--" Allie spoke breathlessly. "Let me do the talking, please. You remember the drill stems were standing over in one corner? Well, the fire drove everybody off, of course; there was no facing it, and they thought sure they"d have a job--have to send for boilers and smother it down with steam, maybe, or tunnel under, or something--work for days, maybe weeks, and spend a fortune. Anyhow, they were in a panic, but when the derrick went down what do you think?
That stack of drill stems fell in such a way as to close the gate valve at the top of the casing."
Gray frowned, he shook his head. "Impossible. You"re trying to ease my mind."
"Of course it"s impossible. But it happened, just as I tell you. Buddy had a bar fixed in the valve wheel, like a long handle, so that a half turn, or maybe a quarter, would shut it. Anyhow, those drill stems caught that bar in falling and closed the valve. Somebody said it happened once before, to an oil well over in Louisiana--"
"It--sounds incredible." The speaker made an effort to collect himself, he raised an uncertain hand to his bandaged head. "What ails me? I recall a lot of things, but they"re pretty well confused."
Allie made known, the nature of the accident resulting in Gray"s injury, and he nodded his understanding. "So Buddy saved my life!" He smiled. "Great boy, Buddy! I"ll know better than to mix it with him again--he learns too quickly."
"Oh, it was terrible! I"ve been so--so frightened!" Allie Briskow suddenly lost control of herself and, bowing her head, she hid her face in the musty patchwork quilt. Her shoulders shook, her whole strong body twitched and trembled. "You"ve b-been awful sick. I did the best I could, but--"
"There, there!" Gray placed his hand upon the girl"s head; he took her palm in his and stroked it. "I"m not worth your tears, child. And, anyhow, I"m all right again; I am, indeed. I"m as well as ever, so far as I can tell. By the way, what set the well afire?"
"Buddy thinks somebody must have dropped a cigarette when the stampede came." The girl raised her face and wiped the tears from it. "It doesn"t seem possible anybody would be so careless as to smoke near a well that was coming in, but--Just think, Mr. Gray, those drill stems shut it off! Why, it was the hand of G.o.d!"
"It seems so. My luck hasn"t run out, that"s plain." The speaker pondered briefly, then he said: "Shut in! Safe! Jove, it"s wonderful!
Buddy can take me to the railroad to-night and--"
"Oh, you can"t leave. You"re not able."
"I must. This ga.s.ser was a great disappointment to me. I allowed myself to count on a big well, and now I have a serious problem to meet. It must be met without delay. Buddy will soon be back, I dare say?" Allie undertook to evade the speaker"s eye, but unsuccessfully, and he inquired, sharply: "What"s wrong? What"s happened to him?"
"Nothing. He"s all right, but"--Gray"s evident alarm demanded the truth, therefore she explained--"but I don"t know when he"ll be back.
That"s why I"ve been so frightened. It has been raining cats and dogs; the creek has overflowed and everything is under water."
"Under water? Here? Why, that can"t be." Gray insisted upon rising, and Allie finally consented to his doing so; then, despite his protest that he was quite able to take care of himself, she helped him to the window. From that position he beheld a surprising scene.
The Briskow farm lay in a flat, saucerlike valley, arid and dusty at most seasons of the year, but now a shallow lake, the surface of which was broken by occasional fences, misty clumps of bushes, or the tops of dead weeds. The nearest Briskow derrick was dimly visible, its floor awash, its shape suggestive of the battle mast of a sunken man-of-war.
"It"s not more than a foot or two deep on the level," Allie explained, "but that"s enough. And it has come up six inches since Buddy left.
He"d have been back before this if he could have made it."
"Did you ever see it like this before?"
"Once, when I was a little girl. Some years the creek never has a drop in it."
"Then we"re marooned."
"We were cut off for three days that time."
Gray frowned. What next? he asked himself. Here was a calamity that could not be dodged. He shrugged, finally. "No use to fret. No use to crouch beneath a load. I"d give my right arm to be back in Dallas, but--this is our chance to cultivate the Christian virtue of submission. So be it! One must have a heart for every fate, but," he smiled at the girl, "it is hard to be philosophical when you"re hungry.
And I"m hungry."
"Oh, you _are_ better!"
"I"m well, I tell you, except for the bruises bequeathed me by your brutal brother. Three days--a week, maybe! My G.o.d! By the way, is there any food in the house?"
"Plenty."
"Then--we"ve nothing to do except get better acquainted, and that is something I"ve wanted to do for some time."
Allegheny Briskow sang while she prepared supper, for the reaction from the strain of the last twelve hours was like an intoxication. Mr. Gray was in no further danger; he was well except for a bandaged head and some bruises. And he was here alone with her. They were as completely cut off from the outside world as if shipwrecked on some island, and, for the time being at least, he was hers to look out for, hers to wait upon and to guard. Allie laughed at the drumming of the rain upon the kitchen roof, and she thrilled at memory of some of the things she had done. She could feel again Gray"s head upon her bosom, his lips against hers, his body strained to hers. She had listened to his heartbeats; with her own abundant strength she had shielded him, fought for him, drawn him, by very force of her will, back to life; the anguish she had suffered during those long hours became, in retrospect, a poignant pleasure.
She wondered if by any chance he would remember--there had been times when he had seemed to be almost rational. She hoped not. And yet--why not? If he did remember, if indeed he had felt her kisses or heard her pleadings, that memory, even if subconscious, might serve to awaken him. It might evoke some response to the flaming pa.s.sion that had finally escaped her control. Gray was a strong man; his emotions, once roused, were probably as wild as hers, therefore who could tell what might happen? Irresistible forces, fire and flood, had thrown them together. They were at the mercy of elemental powers, and they were alone with each other--a man and a woman. Allie hoped against hope; she prayed recklessly, defiantly, that her hour had struck.
Gray came into the kitchen after a while to warm himself over the stove. He was still a little bit unsteady on his feet, and his head felt queer; but he a.s.sumed a certain gayety and insisted upon bearing an awkward hand with the cooking and the dishes. He had never seen Allie as she was now, nor in a mood to compare with this, and for the first time he realized how fully she had developed. It was not surprising that her metamorphosis had escaped his attention, for he had never taken time to do more than briefly appraise her. With leisure for observation, however, he noted that she had made good her promise of rare physical charm, and that her comeliness had ripened into real beauty--beauty built on an overwhelming scale, to be sure, and hence doubly striking--moreover, he saw that all traces of her stolidity had vanished. She was an intelligent, wide-awake, vibrant person, and at this moment a genial fire, a breathless excitement, was ablaze within her. Gray complimented her frankly, and she was extravagantly pleased.
"Buddy said almost the same thing," she told him. "I don"t care whether it"s true or not, if you believe it."
"Oh, it"s true! I saw great things in you, but--"
"Even when you saw me hoeing in the garden that first day?"
"Even then; but I wasn"t prepared for a miracle. You were an enchanted princess, and it required only a magic word to break the spell."
"It is all your doings, Mr. Gray. Whatever I am I owe it all to you.
And it"s the same with the rest of the family. I--" Allie hesitated, looked up from her work, then shook her head smilingly.
"What?"
"I feel as if--well, as if you"d made me and I--belonged to you." It was dusk by this time; the girl"s face was lit only by the indirect glow from the open door of the stove, therefore Gray could make nothing of her expression.
"How very flattering!" he laughed. "As a real matter of fact, I had almost nothing to do with it."
"All the same that"s how I feel--as if I owed you everything and had to give something back. Women are queer, I guess. They love to give. And yet they"re selfish--more selfish than men."
"I wouldn"t say so."
"You don"t know how bad hurt you were, Mr. Gray. I saved your life as much as Buddy did. You"d have died only for--only I wouldn"t let you."
"I believe it. So, you see, you have more than evened the score. After all, I merely awakened the Sleeping Beauty, while you--"
"The prince woke her up with a kiss, didn"t he?" Allie said, with a smile.
"So the story goes. Fairy stories, by the way, are the only kind one can afford to believe."
"Then I"ve got--something coming to me, haven"t I?"
This time the girl turned her face invitingly to the speaker and waited.