"No," said Olly, promptly, "I ain"t! Why, Lord! Mr. Hamlin, you don"t know that man; why, he does this sort o" thing every week!" Perceiving Jack stare, she went on, "Why, only last week, didn"t he send to me to meet him out on the corner of the street, and he my own brother, instead o" comin" here, ez he hez a right to do. Go to him at Wingdam? No! ketch me!"
"But suppose he can"t come," continued Mr. Hamlin.
"Why can"t he come? I tell you, it"s just foolishness and the meanest kind o" bashfulness. Jes because there happened to be a young lady here from San Francisco, Rosey Ringround, who was a little took with the old fool. If he could come to Wingdam, why couldn"t he come here,--that"s what I want to know?"
"Will you let me see that note?" asked Hamlin.
Olly handed him the note, with the remark, "He don"t spell well--and he won"t let me teach him--the old Muggins!"
Hamlin took it and read as follows:--
"DEAR OLLY,--If it don"t run a fowl uv yer lessings and the Maddam"s willin" and the young laddies, Brother Gab"s waitin"
fer ye at Wingdam, so no more from your affeshtunate brother, GAB."
Mr. Hamlin was in a quandary. It never had been part of his plan to let Olly know the importance of her journey. Mr. Maxwell"s injunctions to bring her "quietly," his own fears of an outburst that might bring a questioning and sympathetic school about his ears, and lastly, and not the least potently, his own desire to enjoy Olly"s company in the long ride to One Horse Gulch without the preoccupation of grief, with his own comfortable conviction that he could eventually bring Gabriel out of this "fix" without Olly knowing anything about it, all this forbade his telling her the truth. But here was a coil he had not thought of.
Howbeit, Mr. Hamlin was quick at expedients.
"Then you think Sophy can see me," he added, with a sudden interest.
"Of course she will!" said Olly, archly. "It was right smart in you to get acquainted with Gabe and set him up to writing that, though it"s just like him. He"s that soft that anybody could get round him. But there she is now, Mr. Hamlin; that"s her step on the stairs. And I don"t suppose you two hez any need of me now."
And she slipped out of the room, as demurely as she had entered, at the same moment that a tall, slim, and somewhat sensational young lady in blue came flying in.
I can, in justice to Mr. Hamlin, whose secrets have been perhaps needlessly violated in the progress of this story, do no less than pa.s.s over as sacred, and perhaps wholly irrelevant to the issue, the interview that took place between himself and Miss Sophy. That he succeeded in convincing that young woman of his unaltered loyalty, that he explained his long silence as the result of a torturing doubt of the permanence of her own affection, that his presence at that moment was the successful culmination of a long-matured and desperate plan to see her once more and learn the truth from her own lips, I am sure that no member of my own disgraceful s.e.x will question, and I trust no member of a too fond and confiding s.e.x will doubt. That some bitterness was felt by Mr. Hamlin, who was conscious of certain irregularities during this long interval, and some tears shed by Miss Sophy, who was equally conscious of more or less aberration of her own magnetic instincts during his absence, I think will be self-evident to the largely comprehending reader. Howbeit, at the end of ten tender yet tranquillising minutes Mr. Hamlin remarked, in low thrilling tones--
"By the aid of a few confiding friends, and playin" it rather low on them, I got that note to the Conroy girl, but the game"s up, and we might as well pa.s.s in our checks now, if she goes back on us, and pa.s.ses out, which I reckon"s her little game. If what you say is true, Sophy, and you do sometimes look back to the past, and things is generally on the square, you"ll go for that Olly and fetch her, for if I go back without that child, and throw up my hand, it"s just tampering with the holiest affections and playing it mighty rough on as white a man as ever you saw, Sophy, to say nothing of your reputation, and everybody ready to buck agin us who has ten cents to chip in on. You must make her go back with me and put things on a specie basis."
In spite of the mixed character of Mr. Hamlin"s metaphor, his eloquence was so convincing and effective that Miss Sophy at once proceeded with considerable indignation to insist upon Olly"s withdrawing her refusal.
"If this is the way you are going to act, you horrid little thing! after all that me and him"s trusted you, I"d like to see the girl in school that will ever tell _you_ anything again, that"s all!" a threat so appalling that Olly, who did not stop to consider that this confidence was very recent and had been forced upon her, a.s.sented without further delay, exhibited Gabriel"s letter to Madame Eclair, and having received that lady"s gracious permission to visit her brother, was in half an hour in company with Mr. Hamlin on the road.
CHAPTER V.
THE THREE VOICES.
Once free from the trammelling fascinations of Sophy and the more dangerous espionage of Madame Eclair, and with the object of his mission accomplished, Mr. Hamlin recovered his natural spirits, and became so hilarious that Olly, who attributed this exaltation to his interview with Sophy, felt constrained to make some disparaging remarks about that young lady, partly by way of getting even with her for her recent interference, and partly in obedience to some well known but unexplained law of the s.e.x. To her great surprise, however, Mr. Hamlin"s spirits were in no way damped, nor did he make any attempt to defend his Lalage. Nevertheless, he listened attentively, and when she had concluded he looked suddenly down upon her chip hat and thick yellow tresses, and said--
"Ever been in the Southern country, Olly?"
"No," returned the child.
"Never down about San Antonio, visiting friends or relations?"
"No," said Olly, decidedly.
Mr. Hamlin was silent for some time, giving his exclusive attention to his horse, who was evincing a disposition to "break" into a gallop. When he had brought the animal back into a trot again he continued--
"_There"s_ a woman! Olly."
"Down in San Antonio?" asked Olly.
Mr. Hamlin nodded.
"Purty?" continued the child.
"It ain"t the word," responded Mr. Hamlin, seriously. "Purty ain"t the word."
"As purty as Sophy?" continued Olly, a little mischievously.
"Sophy be hanged!" Mr. Hamlin here quickly pulled up himself and horse, both being inclined to an exuberance startling to the youth and s.e.x of the third party. "That is--I mean something in a different suit entirely."
Here he again hesitated, doubtful of his slang.
"I see," quoth Olly; "diamonds--Sophy"s in spades."
The gambler (in sudden and awful admiration), "Diamonds--you"ve just struck it! but what do _you_ know "bout cards?"
Olly, _pomposamente_, "Everything! Tell our fortunes by "em--we girls!
I"m in hearts--Sophy"s in spades--you"re in clubs! Do you know," in a thrilling whisper, "only last night I had a letter, a journey, a death, and a gentleman in clubs, dark complected--that"s you."
Mr. Hamlin--a good deal more at ease through this revelation of the universal power of the four suits--"Speakin" of women, I suppose down there (indicating the school) you occasionally hear of angels. What"s their general complexion?"
Olly, dubiously, "In the pictures?"
Hamlin, "Yes;" with a leading question, "sorter dark complected sometimes, hey?"
Olly, positively, "Never! always white."
Jack, "Always white?"
Olly, "Yes, and flabby!"
They rode along for some time silently. Presently Mr. Hamlin broke into a song, a popular song, one verse of which Olly supplied with such deftness of execution and melodiousness of pipe that Mr. Hamlin instantly suggested a duet, and so over the dead and barren wastes of the Sacramento plains they fell to singing, often barbarously, sometimes melodiously, but never self-consciously, wherein, I take it, they approximated to the birds and better cla.s.s of poets, so that rough teamsters, rude packers, and weary wayfarers were often touched, as with the birds and poets aforesaid, to admiration and tenderness; and when they stopped for supper at a wayside station, and Jack Hamlin displayed that readiness of resource, audacity of manner and address, and perfect and natural obliviousness to the criticism of propriety or the limitations of precedent, and when, moreover, the results of all this was a much better supper than perhaps a more reputable companion could have procured, she thought she had never known a more engaging person than this Knave of Clubs.
When they were fairly on the road again, Olly began to exhibit some curiosity regarding her brother, and asked some few questions about Gabriel"s family, which disclosed the fact that Jack"s acquaintance with Gabriel was comparatively recent.
"Then you never saw July at all?" asked Olly.
"July," queried Jack, reflectively; "what"s she like?"
"I don"t know whether she"s a heart or a spade," said Olly, as thoughtfully.
Jack was silent for some moments, and then after a pause, to Olly"s intense astonishment, proceeded to sketch, in a few vigorous phrases, the external characteristics of Mrs. Conroy.
"Why, you said you never saw her!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Olly.