"Yes, she"s back, safe and sound. Says she"s been in a cave, though where it is or whether she"s just flighty in her head, land knows.
She"s sleepin" now, and it won"t be healthy for any you lumberin" men to be makin" a noise round the house before she wakes up, of her own accord."
Nor when Pedro and the subdued dwarf came slowly over the road would they make any further explanation. Indeed, they were both utterly silent; the Indian forcing his captive before him into the deserted office where he intrenched himself, with his basket and staff, until such time as it should be his mistress" pleasure to receive him.
Thus, with time on her hands and nothing else to do, Aunt Sally collared Wun Lung and withdrew to her kitchen, whence, presently, there arose such various and appetizing odors that the weary ranchmen scented a feast, and sought repose for themselves till it was ready.
Samson and John, however, were called upon for aid, and, whereas they were ordered to "dress six of the plumpest fowl in the hennery," they brought a dozen, and for "one likely shoat," they made ready two. Nor, when they were upbraided for wastefulness, were they a whit abashed, but John demanded, with unfilial directness:
"Why, mother, what"s got your common sense? Tisn"t only our own folks you"re cookin" for, but fifty others, more or less. Do you s"pose Ca.s.sius Trent would skimp victuals on such a day as this? My advice to you is: Put on all the pork and bacon you"ve got, to bile; and roast the lamb that was butchered for our mess; and set to bakin"
biscuit by the cartload, and----"
"John Benton, hold your tongue, or I"ll----"
"No, you won"t, mother! I"ve outgrown spankin" though I"d be most willin" to submit if "twould be any relief to your feelin"s, or mine either. I tell you this here"s the greatest day ever shone on Sobrante Ranch, not barrin" even the one when the "captain" came home with the t.i.tle in her hand."
"You misguided boy, don"t I know it? Ain"t I clean druv out my wits a-thinkin" ever"thing over, and where in the name of natur" am I goin"
to do it all, with them horrid gasoline stoves no bigger"n an old maid"s thimble, and Pasqually gone off s"archin" with the rest, and no"count the heft of the time and my sins!"
"Had to take breath, or bust, hadn"t you?" cried her disrespectful son, catching the portly matron about the spot where her waist should have been and hilariously whirling her about in a waltz which his own lameness rendered the more grotesque. "And where can you cook "em?
Why, right square in them old ovens at the mission. Full now of saddles and truck, but Samson and me"ll clear "em out lively. I"ll make you a fire in "em, and they"ll see cookin" like they haven"t since the padres put out their own last fires. They weren"t any fools, them fellers. They knew a good thing when they saw it, and if they tackled a job they did it square. The ovens they built, just out of baked mud and a few stones, are as tight to-day as they were a hundred years ago; and, whew! won"t old Pedro, that found her, relish his meat cooked in "em?"
Nor was Benton to be outdone in suggestion on the matter of providing.
Some of the searchers had brought back a quant.i.ty of game, with which the country teemed, and which it had delayed them but little to shoot.
This was levied upon without ado, and in the preparation of the great feast Aunt Sally"s helpers forgot their fatigue, and were as deftly efficient as women would have been.
Indeed, between sleep and labor, the hours of Jessica"s unbroken rest pa.s.sed quickly, after all; and the good news having spread almost as swiftly as the ill, the grounds were full of people when, at last, she awoke. But, even yet, Mrs. Trent"s consideration for others refused a prior or full hearing of the story to which her faithful helpers had as good a right as she, if not as intense an interest in it. She made the child eat and drink, and went with her to her favorite rostrum when addressing her "company" of soldierly "boys"--the horse block.
Here the girl stood up and told her simple tale.
"You see, dear folks, it was just this way: Aunt Sally and I were on the porch, and we found Elsa"s ring, all crooked. We couldn"t guess how it came there, and I"d just been made pretty angry about the way you felt toward "Forty-niner." Oh! it was dreadful, dreadful of you all, and I never was so ashamed of my "boys," not in all my life."
"Go on with the story, captain. Never mind us," cried somebody.
"And a little way farther I found a piece of Elsa"s knitted bag. That made me think a lot. Then the tackers came, all paint, and with Mr.
Hale"s horse, that had been on the mesa ever since he was here. That made me think some more, and I told auntie if she wouldn"t scold the little ones I"d try to find their clothes. I didn"t find them, though, Aunt Sally."
"Go on! Go on! What next?" demanded an impatient listener.
"Then I saw Ferd. Oh, mother! If I tell I"m afraid they"ll hurt him."
"He shall be protected, daughter, and you must tell," said the mother, though she now shrank from the hearing.
"I asked him about the horse and the children, and he said "yes," he had fixed them. He had driven Prince down from the mesa, when Pedro didn"t see him, and had "showed that old carpenter" something to pay for kicks and hard words. He knew something I"d like to know. So I asked him what, and he said it was Elsa"s money. But if I didn"t go with him without saying anything to anybody he wouldn"t tell me how to find it. I begged to tell my mother, but he said her least of all. It wouldn"t take long, only a few rods up the canyon; so, of course, I went. I thought I should be back long before dinner-time, and that mother would tell me to do anything which would clear old Ephraim"s name from your cruel suspicions. And, oh, boys! You were wrong, you were wrong! He never took a cent that wasn"t his own, and Elsa"s money is found!"
Absolute silence followed this announcement, then Samson"s great voice started the wild "Hurrahs" which made the wide valley ring. The cheers were long and l.u.s.ty, but when they subsided at last, Mrs. Trent bade her daughter finish the tale.
"It wasn"t a little, but a long way up the canyon; yet I was so eager to right Ephraim"s wrong that I didn"t feel afraid, though I never have liked Ferd. He can"t help being queer, maybe, with his queer body to keep his half mind in----"
The hisses that interrupted her were almost as loud as the cheers had been, and it would have fared ill with the dwarf had he at that moment been visible. Fortunately, he was still under the surveillance of the grim shepherd, in the locked office, and the majority of those present were ignorant of his whereabouts.
"Quit hindering the captain. Her story is what we want!" cried "Marty." "The dwarf can wait."
"So we went on and on, and into a strange, dark tunnel, that scared me a little, yet made me more curious than ever to see the end of it all.
The tunnel led to a cave, and in the cave there was a deep hole; and before I knew what he was doing, Ferd had slung a lariat about me and dropped me into it."
Again an interruption of groans and howls, that were promptly suppressed by a wave of the mistress" white hand; then Jessica continued:
"As soon as he had put me there, he told me he would keep me till my mother paid him great money to let me up. Yet he wouldn"t even go to her and ask for it. He said I must promise, and that she would do anything I said. He told about a boy in "Frisco, he"d heard the men say, was taken from his folks and kept till they paid lots for his release--even thousands of dollars! Antonio had taught him that money was the best thing to have. He believed it. He took it whenever he could find it. That"s what made him take Elsa"s, and blame it upon Ephraim. And I wouldn"t promise. How could I? My dear has no money to give wicked men, and I knew the dear G.o.d would take me back to her when He saw fit. As He did, indeed. For it must have been He who put it into Pedro"s heart to seek the cave just when I needed him most.
Only the Lord could see through all that darkness and lead the shepherd by that crooked way."
She paused, and, turning to her mother, laid her sunny head upon the shoulder that was shaken by such sobs as moved her faithful ranchmen to thoughts of deep revenge. Eyes that had not wept for years grew dim, and out of that circle of listening men rose a low and ominous sound. Some, remembering their own idle talk of kidnaping and the like, shuddered at the practical application the dwarf"s dim mind had made of their words; and various plans for punishment were forming when the captain clapped her hands for fresh attention.
"Hear me, "boys."Do you belong to me?"
"Ay, ay! Heart and soul!"
"Then you must mind me. You must let Ferd alone. You must do even more to please me--and teach him to be good, not bad."
None answered these clear, commanding sentences, which, as the strangers present thought, came so oddly from such childish lips, and they wondered at the effect produced upon the Sobrante men. These glanced at one another in doubt, each questioning the decision of his neighbor; and then again at the lovely girl who had never before seemed so wholly angelic.
"Will you do this?"
"Hold on, little one. Let the "admiral" speak. Has she forgiven that human coyote?"
The unexpected question startled Mrs. Trent. She was a strictly truthful woman, and found her answer difficult. She had never liked the wretched creature who had just brought such misery to her, and she now loathed him. She had already resolved that, while she would protect Ferd from personal injury, she would see to it that he was put where he could never again injure her or hers. Her momentary hesitation told. The whole a.s.semblage waited for her next word amid a silence that could be felt, when, suddenly, there burst upon that silence a series of ear-splitting shrieks which effectually diverted attention from the perplexed ranch mistress.
CHAPTER VI.
BEHIND LOCKED DOORS
The shrieks were uttered by Elsa Winkler, who frantically rushed to the horse block, demanding: "Where? Where?"
Mrs. Trent gave one glance at the rough, unkempt woman, and sternly remarked:
"Elsa, you forget yourself! Go back indoors, at once."
The unhappy creature shivered at this unfamiliar tone, yet abated nothing of her outcry:
"My money! My money! My money!"
She had come to the ranch thinking only of Jessica"s mysterious absence, and meaning to do something, anything, which might help or comfort the child"s mother; but the long walk, for one so heavy and unaccustomed to exercise, had made her physically ill by the time she reached Sobrante. Which state of things was wholly satisfactory to Aunt Sally, who, having received the visitor with dismay, now promptly suggested bed and rest, saying:
"You poor creatur"! You"re clean beat out! If you don"t take care, you"ll have a dreadful fit of sickness, and I don"t know who"d wait on you if you did. Not with all this trouble on hand. You go right straight up into one them back chambers, where the bed is all made up ready, and put yourself to bed, and--stay there! Don"t you dast get up again till I say so; else I won"t answer for the consequences.
You"re as yeller as saffron, and as red as a beet. Them two colors mixed on a human countenance means--somethin"! To bed, Elsa Winkler; to bed right away. I"ll fetch you up a cup of tea and a bite of victuals. Don"t tarry."
"But--the mistress!" Elsa had panted. "I come so long for to speak her good cheer. I must see the mistress, then I rest."