At this Lord Nick very frankly frowned in turn. And when he frowned his face grew marvelously dark, like some wrathful G.o.d, for there was a n.o.ble, a Grecian purity to the profile of Henry Nicholas Reardon, and when he frowned he seemed to be scorning, from a distance, ign.o.ble, earthly things which troubled him.
"I know it isn"t exactly easy for you, Garry," he admitted. "You have your own pride; you have your own position here in The Corner. But I want you to notice that mine is different. You"ve spent a day for what you have in The Corner, here. I"ve spent ten years. You"ve played a prank, acted a part, and cast a jest for what you have. But for the place which I hold, brother mine, I"ve schemed with my wits, played fast and loose, and killed men. Do you hear? I"ve bought it with blood, and things you buy at such a price ought to stick, eh?"
He banished his frown; the smile played suddenly across his features.
"Why, I"m arguing with myself. But that look you gave me a minute ago had me worried for a little while."
At this Donnegan, who had allowed his head to fall, so that he seemed to be nodding in acquiescence, now raised his face and Lord Nick perceived the same white pain upon it. The same look which had been on the face of the cripple so often in the other days.
"Henry," said the younger brother, "I give you my oath that my pride has nothing to do with this. I"d let you drive me barefoot before you through the street yonder. I"d let every soul in The Corner know that I have no pride where you"re concerned. I"ll do whatever you wish--with one exception--and that one is the unlucky thing you ask. Pardner, you mustn"t ask for Jack Landis! Anything else I"ll work like a slave to get for you: I"ll fight your battles, I"ll serve you in any way you name: but don"t take Landis back!"
He had talked eagerly, the words coming with a rush, and he found at the end that Lord Nick was looking at him in bewilderment.
"When a man is condemned to death," said Lord Nick slowly, "suppose somebody offers him anything in the world that he wants--palaces, riches, power--everything except his life. What would the condemned man say to a friend who made such an offer? He"d laugh at him and then call him a traitor. Eh? But I don"t laugh at you, Garry. I simply explain to you why I have to have Landis back. Listen!"
He counted off his points upon the tips of his fingers, in the confident manner of a teacher who deals with a stupid child, waiting patiently for the young mind to comprehend.
"We"ve been bleeding Jack Landis. Do you know why? Because it was Lester who made the strike up here. He started out to file his claim. He stopped at the house of Colonel Macon. That old devil learned the location, learned everything; detained Lester with a trick, and rushed young Landis away to file the claims for himself. Then when Lester came up here he found that his claims had been jumped, and when he went to the law there was no law that could help him. He had nothing but his naked word for what he had discovered. And naturally the word of a ruffian like Lester had no weight against the word of Landis. And, you see, Landis thought that he was entirely in the right. Lester tried the other way; tried to jump the claims; and was shot down by Landis. So Lester sent for me. What was I to do? Kill Landis? The mine would go to his heirs. I tried a different way--bleeding him of his profits, after I"d explained to him that he was in the wrong. He half admitted that, but he naturally wouldn"t give up the mines even after we"d almost proved to him that Lester had the first right. So Landis has been mining the gold and we"ve been drawing it away from him. It looks tricky, but really it"s only just. And Lester and Lebrun split with me.
"But I tell you, Garry, that I"d give up everything without an afterthought. I"ll give up the money and I"ll make Lebrun and Lester shut up without a word. I"ll make them play square and not try to knife Landis in the back. I"ll do all that willingly--for you! But, Garry, I can"t give up taking Landis back to Lebrun"s and keeping him there until he"s well. Why, man, I saw him in the hut just now. He wants to go. He"s afraid of the old colonel as if he were poison--and I think he"s wise in being afraid."
"The colonel won"t touch him," said Donnegan.
"No?"
"No. I"ve told him what would happen if he does."
"Tush. Garry, Colonel Macon is the coldest-blooded murderer I"ve ever known. But come out in the open, lad. You see that I"m ready to listen to reason--except on one point. Tell me why you"re so set on this keeping of Landis here against my will and even against the lad"s own will? I"m reasonable, Garry. Do you doubt that?"
Explaining his own mildness, the voice of Lord Nick swelled again and filled the room, and he frowned on his brother. But Donnegan looked on him sadly.
"There is a girl--" he began.
"Why didn"t I guess it?" exclaimed Lord Nick. "If ever you find a man unreasonable, stubborn and foolish, you"ll always find a woman behind it! All this trouble because of a piece of calico?"
He leaned back, laughing thunderously in his relief.
"Come, come! I was prepared for a tragedy. Now tell me about this girl.
Who and what is she?"
"The daughter of the colonel."
"You"re in love with her? I"m glad to hear it, Garry. As a matter of fact I"ve been afraid that you were hunting in my own preserve, but if it"s the colonel"s daughter, you"re welcome to her. So you love the girl? She"s pretty, lad!"
"I love her?" said Donnegan in an indescribably tender voice. "I love her? Who am I to love her? A thief, a man-killer, a miserable play actor, a gambler, a drunkard. I love her? Bah!"
If there was one quality of the mind with which Lord Nick was less familiar than with all others, it was humbleness of spirit. He now abased his magnificent head, and resting his chin in the mighty palm of his hand, he stared with astonishment and commiseration into the face of Donnegan. He seemed to be learning new things every moment about his brother.
"Leave me out of the question," said Donnegan.
"Can"t be done. If I leave you out, dear boy, there"s not one of them that I care a hang about; I"d ride roughshod over the whole lot. I"ve done it before to better men than these!"
"Then you"ll change, I know. This is the fact of the matter. She loves Landis. And if you take Landis away where will you put him?"
"Where he was stolen away. In Lebrun"s."
"And what will be in Lebrun"s?"
"Joe Rix to guard him and the old negress to nurse him.""
"No, no! Nelly Lebrun will be there!"
"Eh? Are you glancing at her, now?"
"Henry, you yourself know that Landis is mad about that girl."
"Oh, she"s flirted a bit with him. Turned the fool"s head. He"ll come out of it safe. She won"t break his heart. I"ve seen her work on others!"
He chuckled at the memory.
"What do I care about Landis?" said Donnegan with unutterable scorn.
"It"s the girl. You"ll break her heart, Henry; and if you do I"ll never forgive you."
"Steady, lad. This is a good deal like a threat."
"No, no, no! Not a threat, heaven knows!"
"By heaven!" exclaimed Lord Nick. "I begin to be irritated to see you stick on a silly point like this. Listen to me, lad. Do you mean to say that you are making all! this trouble about a slip of a girl?"
"The heart of a girl," said Donnegan calmly.
"Let Landis go; then take her in your arms and kiss her worries away. I warrant you can do it! I gather from Nell that you"re not tongue-tied around women!"
"I?" echoed Donnegan, turning pale. "Don"t jest at this, Henry. I"m as serious as death. She"s the type of woman made to love one man, and one man only. Landis may be common as dirt; but she doesn"t see it. She"s fastened her heart on him. I looked in on her a little while ago. She turned white when she saw me. I brought Landis to her, but she hates me because I had to shoot him down."
"Garry," said the big man with a twinkle in his eye, "you"re in love!"
It shook Donnegan to the core, but he replied instantly; "If I were in love, don"t you suppose that I would have shot to kill when I met Landis?"
At this his brother blinked, frowned, and shook his head. The point was apparently plain to him and wiped out his previous convictions. Also, it eased his mind.
"Then you don"t love the girl?"
"I?"
"Either way, my hands are cleared of the worry. If you want her, let me take Landis. If you don"t want her, what difference does it make to you except silly sentiment?"
Donnegan made no answer.