As the days pa.s.sed Hare learned many other things. For a while illness confined him to his bed on the porch. At night he lay listening to the roar of the river, and watching the stars. Twice he heard a distant crash and rumble, heavy as thunder, and he knew that somewhere along the cliffs avalanches were slipping. By day he watched the cotton snow down upon him, and listened to the many birds, and waited for the merry show at recess-time. After a short time the children grew less shy and came readily to him. They were the most wholesome children he had ever known.
Hare wondered about it, and decided it was not so much Mormon teaching as isolation from the world. These children had never been out of their cliff-walled home, and civilization was for them as if it were not. He told them stories, and after school hours they would race to him and climb on his bed, and beg for more.
He exhausted his supply of fairy-stories and animal stories; and had begun to tell about the places and cities which he had visited when the eager-eyed children were peremptorily called within by Mother Mary. This pained him and he was at a loss to understand it. Enlightenment came, however, in the way of an argument between Naab and Mother Mary which he overheard. The elder wife said that the stranger was welcome to the children, but she insisted that they hear nothing of the outside world, and that they be kept to the teachings of the Mormon geography--which made all the world outside Utah an untrodden wilderness. August Naab did not hold to the letter of the Mormon law; he argued that if the children could not be raised as Mormons with a full knowledge of the world, they would only be lost in the end to the Church.
Other developments surprised Hare. The house of this good Mormon was divided against itself. Precedence was given to the first and elder wife--Mother Mary; Mother Ruth"s life was not without pain. The men were out on the ranges all day, usually two or more of them for several days at a time, and this left the women alone. One daughter taught the school, the other daughters did all the ch.o.r.es about the house, from feeding the stock to chopping wood. The work was hard, and the girls would rather have been in White Sage or Lund. They disliked Mescal, and said things inspired by jealousy. Snap Naab"s wife was vindictive, and called Mescal "that Indian!"
It struck him on hearing this gossip that he had missed Mescal. What had become of her? Curiosity prompting him, he asked little Billy about her.
"Mescal"s with the sheep," piped Billy.
That she was a shepherdess pleased Hare, and he thought of her as free on the open range, with the wind blowing her hair.
One day when Hare felt stronger he took his walk round the farm with new zest. Upon his return to the house he saw Snap"s cream pinto in the yard, and Dave"s mustang cropping the gra.s.s near by. A dusty pack lay on the ground. Hare walked down the avenue of cottonwoods and was about to turn the corner of the old forge when he stopped short.
"Now mind you, I"ll take a bead on this white-faced spy if you send him up there."
It was Snap Naab"s voice, and his speech concluded with the click of teeth characteristic of him in anger.
"Stand there!" August Naab exclaimed in wrath. "Listen. You have been drinking again or you wouldn"t talk of killing a man. I warned you. I won"t do this thing you ask of me till I have your promise. Why won"t you leave the bottle alone?"
"I"ll promise," came the sullen reply.
"Very well. Then pack and go across to Bitter Seeps."
"That job"ll take all summer," growled Snap.
"So much the better. When you come home I"ll keep my promise."
Hare moved away silently; the shock of Snap"s first words had kept him fast in his tracks long enough to hear the conversation. Why did Snap threaten him? Where was August Naab going to send him? Hare had no means of coming to an understanding of either question. He was disturbed in mind and resolved to keep out of Snap"s way. He went to the orchard, but his stay of an hour availed nothing, for on his return, after threading the maze of cottonwoods, he came face to face with the man he wanted to avoid.
Snap Naab, at the moment of meeting, had a black bottle tipped high above his lips.
With a curse he threw the bottle at Hare, missing him narrowly. He was drunk. His eyes were bloodshot.
"If you tell father you saw me drinking I"ll kill you!" he hissed, and rattling his Colt in its holster, he walked away.
Hare walked back to his bed, where he lay for a long time with his whole inner being in a state of strife. It gradually wore off as he strove for calm. The playground was deserted; no one had seen Snap"s action, and for that he was glad. Then his attention was diverted by a clatter of ringing hoofs on the road; a mustang and a cloud of dust were approaching.
"Mescal and Black Bolly!" he exclaimed, and sat up quickly. The mustang turned in the gate, slid to a stop, and stood quivering, restive, tossing its thoroughbred head, black as a coal, with freedom and fire in every line. Mescal leaped off lightly. A gray form flashed in at the gate, fell at her feet and rose to leap about her. It was a splendid dog, huge in frame, almost white, wild as the mustang.
This was the Mescal whom he remembered, yet somehow different. The sombre homespun garments had given place to fringed and beaded buckskin.
"I"ve come for you," she said.
"For me?" he asked, wonderingly, as she approached with the bridle of the black over her arm.
"Down, Wolf!" she cried to the leaping dog. "Yes. Didn"t you know?
Father Naab says you"re to help me tend the sheep. Are you better? I hope so-- You"re quite pale."
"I--I"m not so well," said Hare.
He looked up at her, at the black sweep of her hair under the white band, at her eyes, like jet; and suddenly realized, with a gladness new and strange to him, that he liked to look at her, that she was beautiful.
V. BLACK SAGE AND JUNIPER
AUGUST NAAB appeared on the path leading from his fields.
"Mescal, here you are," he greeted. "How about the sheep?"
"Piute"s driving them down to the lower range. There are a thousand coyotes hanging about the flock."
"That"s bad," rejoined August. "Jack, there"s evidently some real shooting in store for you. We"ll pack to-day and get an early start to-morrow. I"ll put you on Noddle; he"s slow, but the easiest climber I ever owned. He"s like riding... What"s the matter with you? What"s happened to make you angry?"
One of his long strides spanned the distance between them.
"Oh, nothing," said Hare, flushing.
"Lad, I know of few circ.u.mstances that justify a lie. You"ve met Snap."
Hare might still have tried to dissimulate; but one glance at August"s stern face showed the uselessness of it. He kept silent.
"Drink makes my son unnatural," said Naab. He breathed heavily as one in conflict with wrath. "We"ll not wait till to-morrow to go up on the plateau; we"ll go at once."
Then quick surprise awakened for Hare in the meaning in Mescal"s eyes; he caught only a fleeting glimpse, a dark flash, and it left him with a glow of an emotion half pleasure, half pain.
"Mescal," went on August, "go into the house, and keep out of Snap"s way. Jack, watch me pack. You need to learn these things. I could put all this outfit on two burros, but the trail is narrow, and a wide pack might b.u.mp a burro off. Let"s see, I"ve got all your stuff but the saddle; that we"ll leave till we get a horse for you. Well, all"s ready."
Mescal came at his call and, mounting Black Bolly, rode out toward the cliff wall, with Wolf trotting before her. Hare bestrode Noddle. August, waving good-bye to his women-folk, started the train of burros after Mescal.
How they would be able to climb the face of that steep cliff puzzled Hare. Upon nearer view he discovered the yard-wide trail curving upward in cork-screw fashion round a projecting corner of cliff. The stone was a soft red shale, and the trail had been cut in it at a steep angle. It was so steep that the burros appeared to be climbing straight up. Noddle pattered into it, dropped his head and his long ears and slackened his pace to patient plodding. August walked in the rear.
The first thing that struck Hare was the way the burros in front of him stopped at the curves in the trail, and turned in a s.p.a.ce so small that their four feet were close together; yet as they swung their packs they scarcely sc.r.a.ped the wall. At every turn they were higher than he was, going in the opposite direction, yet he could reach out and touch them.
He glanced up to see Mescal right above him, leaning forward with her brown hands clasping the pommel. Then he looked out and down; already the green cl.u.s.ter of cottonwoods lay far below. After that sensations pressed upon him. Round and round, up and up, steadily, surely, the beautiful mustang led the train; there were sounds of rattling stones, and click of hoofs, and sc.r.a.pe of pack. On one side towered the iron-stained cliff, not smooth or glistening at close range, but of dull, dead, rotting rock. The trail changed to a zigzag along a seamed and cracked b.u.t.tress where ledges leaned outward waiting to fall. Then a steeper incline, where the burros crept upward warily, led to a level ledge heading to the left.
Mescal halted on a promontory. She, with her windblown hair, the gleam of white band about her head, and a dash of red along the fringed leggings, gave inexpressible life and beauty to that wild, jagged point of rock, sharp against the glaring sky.
"This is Lookout Point," said Naab. "I keep an Indian here all the time during daylight. He"s a peon, a Navajo slave. He can"t talk, as he was born without a tongue, or it was cut out, but he has the best eyes of any Indian I know. You see this point commands the farm, the crossing, the Navajo Trail over the river, the Echo Cliffs opposite, where the Navajos signal to me, and also the White Sage Trail."
The oasis shone under the triangular promontory; the river with its rising roar wound in bold curve from the split in the cliffs. To the right white-sloped Coconina breasted the horizon. Forward across the Canyon line opened the many-hued desert.
"With this peon watching here I"m not likely to be surprised," said Naab. "That strip of sand protects me at night from approach, and I"ve never had anything to fear from across the river."
Naab"s peon came from a little cave in the wall; and grinned the greeting he could not speak. To Hare"s uneducated eye all Indians resembled each other. Yet this one stood apart from the others, not differing in blanketed leanness, or straggling black hair, or bronze skin, but in the bird-of-prey cast of his features and the wildness of his glittering eyes. Naab gave him a bag from one of the packs, spoke a few words in Navajo, and then slapped the burros into the trail.
The climb thenceforth was more rapid because less steep, and the trail now led among broken fragments of cliff. The color of the stones had changed from red to yellow, and small cedars grew in protected places.