"I allow that you are an angel!" he enthusiastically declared.
"You have a low conception of angels. I can"t imagine one meeting a man in this surrept.i.tious fashion. Really, Buck, when you come to think of it, it is almost as bad as--as--what you did at Connelly"s, you know!"
"Not on your life, it isn"t! It"s the thing I knew you would do--and there isn"t any truer or better girl whatever on this earth!"
"I am glad you think so, Buck."
The Westerner was trembling as much now with delight and pleasure as he had before been trembling with apprehension. The fear that Winnie would cast him off when she knew the truth about the _Crested Foam_ affair, that had so distressed him, had given place to a deep satisfaction.
"It would be dreadful if father should discover us here. I am really getting scared!" she continued.
"I reckon that there isn"t any other place whatever where we can go?" he anxiously asked.
"No. But we can stand and talk here a little while. Then I shall have to hurry back into the house before my absence is noticed. One of the servants I can trust to help me, but, I am afraid, not the others."
"And Elsie and Inza?"
"Yes, of course, all they can. They have just heard about the trouble I have been having. They thought I was sick. I don"t know what they can do."
"Carry notes," Badger suggested.
"Yes. Oh, they will do what they can! They sent me a key that fits the door of my room. And they are coming up to see me to-night and to-morrow, they said in their note, in spite of the prohibition. But, of course, they will have to be careful. Father is very set when he makes up his mind to do anything, and he is very stern at times, though he loves me. He thinks he is doing the thing that he ought to do, and that he is really keeping me from throwing myself away----"
"On a drunkard!" said the Westerner bitterly.
"But you don"t drink now, Buck! And you never were a drunkard!"
"Perhaps I oughtn"t to blame him any whatever!" he grumbled.
"His intentions are good, but it is going to make it hard for us, for, of course, I do not mean to give you up, if he keeps on ordering me to do so from now until the day of----"
"Our marriage!"
She laughed.
"I was going to say the day of my death!"
"I allow that the day of our marriage sounds a good deal better."
"I think it does myself," she admitted, and the Kansan took this as an excuse to kiss her again.
"We"ll pull out of this snarl in some way," he hopefully declared. "I don"t know just how, but we"ll plan something."
"Oh, I"m afraid of father!" and she shivered.
"I don"t see just how we are to get round the old man"s objections myself at this moment, but something may come our way. If we can continue to meet, I reckon we can plan something."
"We can meet to-morrow evening right here."
"Good. That"s all right."
"And many more nights, if we are not discovered. I"ll be as nice to father as I can, and perhaps he will not dream I am such a disobedient thing, after all. But I do hate to deceive him! I never did before in my life, and it strikes me as something awful. He doesn"t dream that I would do such a thing."
"I think he does, or he wouldn"t have locked you in. If he had trusted you, there would have been no need of that."
"True," she admitted.
"And I shall be a living lie, just as you were, Buck, when you made me think I knew all about that _Crested Foam_ affair. So you see I am not much better than you were, if any. But you will never deceive me about anything again, will you, Buck?"
"Never!" the Kansan a.s.serted.
"And if you should find out who told father?"
"I"ll punch his head."
"And get into more trouble? You mustn"t!"
"I know who it was. Don Pike did that, I"m certain, and if I don"t pay him for it, I allow it will be because I don"t get a chance."
"Don"t get into more trouble!" she begged.
"There won"t be any trouble--for me!"
Her fear of discovery was so great that she would not remain out long, but crept back into the house and up to her room. Badger, however, lingered, staring up at the house and vainly endeavoring to think of some plan which would enable them to overcome the violent objections of Mr. Lee.
"I allow I am in a hole," he grumbled. "But as long as Winnie has no notion of throwing me over, I shall not let any coyote weakness get the better of me! Not on your life!"
He was about to leap the fence and make his way back to the campus, when he saw a man sneak into the yard and drop down behind some shrubbery not far from the front door. He could not make out the man"s face and form because of the darkness.
"Mighty queer, that is!" thought the Westerner, staring at the spot where the man had disappeared. "He don"t act as if he intended to try to rustle the ranch. I reckon I"ll wait a bit."
Badger had not long to wait. Fairfax Lee came down the walk from the street scarcely a minute later.
"If this wasn"t New Haven, in the great and cultivated East, I should say the fellow is laying for Lee with a gun, or a lariat!"
As Lee came down the path, the man appeared from behind the shrubbery, as if he had just returned from a visit to one of the side doors, and placed himself in front of the politician. Lee stopped in a hesitating way, and it was clear to Badger that he was afraid of this intruder.
"What are you doing here?" Lee demanded. The man advanced a step, with a threatening whine.
"You wouldn"t see me at your office, and I have come here, Lee. When are you going to get me that appointment?"
Lee was one of New Haven"s prominent politicians.
"I have told you that I can"t do anything for you, Gaston!" he declared.
"But you said before the election that you"d git me a job!"
"I said nothing of the kind!"