"Well, I won"t finish that, but I"ll ask a question even more impertinent, if I may. Frankly, I"m dying of curiosity to know."
Weir turned his head to listen to the approach of a horseman. He could see the man galloping towards them for town, having turned into the road from a lane a short distance off, his horse"s hoofs striking an occasional spark from a stone. Then the engineer looked smilingly at Janet Hosmer.
"I"ll tell you anything--or almost anything." One subject alone was sealed.
"It"s that name."
"Name?"
""Cold Steel." How did you get it?"
"It was just pinned on me a few years ago. I"m not particularly proud of it. I don"t even know the rogue who gave me the label. And it means nothing."
"Even your enemies are using it,--and I understand what it signifies."
She bent her eyes upon him for a time. "That is, what it signifies to your friends."
"And to my enemies?"
"More gossip. They say it"s because you"re a gun-man and a knife-man.
Oh, I wish I didn"t have to have my ears filled with such vicious slander! But it means the same to enemies as to friends if they would but admit it. I"ll wait until this rider pa.s.ses, then I must go."
No thought of friends or foes, both, or of any such person as Ed Sorenson in particular, was in Steele"s mind as he made answer.
"I"d stand here forever if you didn"t go," he said, with a low eagerness that caused her breath to flutter in spite of herself.
On her part, her mind was whispering, "He means it, I believe he really means it." Which caused her to lift and lower her eyes hurriedly, and feel a peculiar sense of trepidation and excitement.
Odd to state, she, too, just then had no recollection of any such being as Ed Sorenson, which was the extreme of unloverliness.
"Before I do go, I"ve something to tell you," she said hurriedly, dropping her voice. "It"s this: the dead man"s name was"--here her tone went down to a mere sibilance--"Pete Ortez."
He leaned forward, once again the hard fierce man she had seen in Martinez" office the night of the shooting.
"How did you learn that?"
"It--well, it was let slip inadvertently in my presence."
Weir would not press her further. Nor was there need, for the sudden embarra.s.sment on her face and indeed the information itself could have but one source, the man who knew, Ed Sorenson.
"You"re the equal of a thousand ordinary friends," he declared. "I can make use of that item. Step aside, please; we"re in the middle of the road." And he drew her from in front of the horseman advancing upon them.
They said nothing, but waited for the man to pa.s.s. But he pulled his mount from a gallop to a trot, and from a trot to a foot pace, and at last when squarely even with them came to a full stop. From under his broad hat brim he silently considered the girl in white summer dress and the bare-headed engineer.
Then he began to shake with laughter, which lasted but an instant. So insulting, so sinister was that noiseless laugh that Janet"s hand had flown to Weir"s arm, which she nervously clutched. As for Weir, his limbs stiffened--she felt the tightening of the arm she grasped--as a tiger"s body grows taut preparatory to a spring.
The short, fleshy, insolent rider sitting there in the moonlight was Burkhardt.
"Ed Sorenson better keep an eye on his little turtledove," he remarked. And touching heel to his animal he swung ahead for town.
For one dazed minute they stared after him.
"Shoot him!" she suddenly said, through shut teeth.
"I haven"t my gun along, or I"d be glad to oblige you."
"He deserves killing, the wretch!"
"On more accounts than one," he replied, quietly.
So quietly and so gravely, in truth, that her gust of rage subsided before the low-spoken menace of the words. No quick anger was his but a steady and deadly purpose. Again she felt the hard-held force, the mystery of the man, as if flowing suddenly upward from subterranean channels. What wrong had he suffered, what undeserved torture at the hands of this man and others thus to freeze his soul?
But he immediately turned to her, asking, "Does that upset the broth?"
A wan smile greeted his words.
"I expect it will keep the cook busy, anyway," she said.
CHAPTER X
BY RIGHT OF POSSESSION
Janet Hosmer made no effort to guess what her fiance would say when next he called, or to prepare a defense of explanations and excuses.
She was not that kind. What was necessary to be stated at the proper time would arise to her lips. Nevertheless she had a heaviness of heart, a natural distress as to the unpleasantness in prospect; and had only the slightest hope that Ed would ignore or refuse to hear Burkhardt"s story. The man would tell her lover, of that she might rest a.s.sured, out of hatred for the engineer if for no other reason.
She knew how pa.s.sionately Ed was set against Steele Weir, for a score of times she had heard his incensed opinions, increasing lately to tirades. It had seemed strange at first that one could be so bitter over a simple difference like that of who should work at the dam. But ever since Weir had uttered his hoa.r.s.e exclamation regarding her engagement, words so full of protest and amazed indignation, she was aware the cause went deeper.
At that moved e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of her companion that night something, too, had settled on her heart like a weight--an indefinable foreboding. The anxiety aroused about Ed"s father and his integrity came to include Ed likewise. Loyalty of course required that she accept the man she had promised to marry, without reservations. As between him and others there should be but one choice. But did she really know him? Was he simply the open, jolly, generous, upright adoring fellow he appeared?
Or were there less pleasant, more ign.o.ble sides to his character? Was he, as well as his father, capable of a mean, unworthy, selfish persecution of another?
The engineer had made no open accusation against him--or against any one, for that matter. She had done her best to get him to express himself, but he had refused. Enemies he might have, but he would not discuss the fact beyond admitting it was true. Only at moments when his restraint slipped could she measure his feelings. Quite different that from Ed Sorenson"s voluble, heated denunciations of the other.
Yet, heavens, how appalled this reserved man had been at hearing of her engagement! Far more than words, far more than any open charge, did his face and incredulity, both so patently sincere, bespeak the mistake she was making and justify gnawing doubts of her lover.
As she approached her home Ed Sorenson came dashing out to spring into his runabout waiting before the gate. At sight of her he pulled up short.
"Ah, here you are," he said.
"Yes, here I am," was her reply.
"You doubtless know what I"ve been told," he stated, significantly.
"No, I don"t. I can only suspect."
"Is it true you"ve been meeting this man Weir on the quiet? Meeting him while engaged to me? You know what I think of him, and what every other respectable person thinks of him."
"Was that Mr. Burkhardt"s report? That I am meeting Mr. Weir on the quiet, to use your words?" she countered.