"Well, Ephraim, I"ve seen your spectre!"
"You--have!"
"And it"s no more a "ghost" than I am."
"What do you mean?" he demanded, hastily; ashamed of himself for half regretting that the supernatural view of the matter might not be the right one. "It isn"t? Well, what is it, then?"
"It"s Antonio Bernal and his horse, Nero."
"Huh! How do you fetch that? When both of them are black as my hat."
Her last, lingering uneasiness banished by his presence and the sound of her own words, with firmer conviction she declared to him and the others who had now gathered about her:
"I "fetch it" fast enough. This was the way dear old Pedro used to ride; and this is the way your "spook" sat his horse," she announced, so vividly mimicking both men that all who had known them recognized the likeness, and Ephraim exclaimed:
"That"s them to a t-i-o-n-tion! Can seem to see "em right here before me. Well--what next?"
"Pedro wore his blanket like a king. Antonio has covered his head with that white thing, and even so wasn"t half Pedro"s height. I shall not soon forget that splendid Old Century, the last time I saw him ride away, that night. A hundred years old, yet as straight in his saddle as a rod."
"Antonio Bernal was a magnificent horseman, darling," suggested Mrs.
Trent, from the chair into which she had sunk, as if weakened by the series of startling events which had befallen her home.
"Even so, mother, dear, he couldn"t match old Pedro. Antonio sat forward, so, with a careless sort of slouch--just like the "spook"
had."
"What could possibly be his motive for such foolishness, daughter, granting you are right?"
The captain laughed.
"Upon my word, mother, even you, as well as Ephraim, seem sorry it isn"t a truly ghost, after all."
"No, no, indeed. I"m sorry, rather, to think it may be Antonio, as you fancy, and that he still persists in troubling us, even by so silly a disguise."
"It hasn"t been so silly, Mrs. Trent, if it has hoodwinked a lot of sensible people, and you are right--there must be a motive for it in the actor"s mind. I hope Jessica"s judgment in the case is correct, for back there in Los Angeles, we didn"t find the manager a difficult person to deal with," remarked Mr. Sharp.
The girl went on:
"Then that horse. Don"t you remember, mother, and you, Ephraim, the curious little switch Nero used to give his tail whenever he was turned around? Well, this "spook" horse did just the same thing. Oh, I know, I know I"m right!"
"But how could he turn a black horse snow white, even if you are? As I remember Nero he wouldn"t stand much nonsense, even from his own master," said "Forty-niner."
"Pooh! If lack-wit Ferd could paint Prince, as he did--another spirited horse, if you please--Antonio could do what he liked with Nero. It"s paint, of course, or something like it."
"But the eyes? The eyes as we saw them on the road, a few hours back, were all on fire. You could see them almost before you could make out that it was a man on horseback was coming. Isn"t that so, Sharp?"
demanded Ephraim, persistent to the last.
Jessica turned upon him, triumphantly:
"There! I knew from the way you two looked when we were talking a little while ago that you"d seen something out of common! Do tell me about it, please. Do, do!"
Ninian laughed, glanced at his hostess" face, and replied:
"That"s a story will keep, and you should be in bed. I don"t want to have my coming harm you when I meant it to do you good. Even such a courageous child as you ought to sleep a great deal."
She had been courageous, indeed, and had astonished him by a coolness and readiness of observation which would have done credit to a much older person. He began to realize how different she was from other children of her age, and how the hardihood of her rearing had developed qualities that were quite unchildlike. He wondered how she would adapt herself to the habits and thoughts of other girls of her own age, and was not surprised that Mrs. Trent craved such society for her. He wished that he might see her placed in some good school, yet was doubtful if just the right one could be selected for a pupil so different from ordinary. However, that was not his affair, and to relieve the family of his further presence at that late hour undoubtedly was. So he bade them all good-night and went to his room, and very shortly afterward everybody under that roof was sound asleep.
"Oh, what a dreamless, delicious rest I"ve had!" was the visitor"s waking thought. His next, that it must be very late and that he had put his hostess to unnecessary trouble. Then he turned over "for just one more wink" and slumbered on for another couple of hours. This time he had dreams in plenty; and finally roused from one, of beautiful gardens peopled by harmless "spooks," to a sound of sweet music. By his watch he saw that it was eleven o"clock and remembered that it was Sunday. Also, the music was that of a familiar hymn, played upon a fine piano, which was taken up and sung by a choir of mixed voices, from the childish treble of the two little lads to the stentorian ba.s.s of Samson, the mighty.
Hastily dressing, Ninian slipped quietly down the stairs and entered the sunny parlor; where Jessica motioned to a chair which had evidently been reserved for him, and softly approached him with an open hymn book.
It was Mrs. Trent at the piano and her rich soprano voice faultlessly led her straggling chorus, filled for the most part by the men grouped outside on the wide porch. He could see them through the long, French windows, sitting or standing as each felt inclined, but all with that earnest seriousness of demeanor which befitted the day and the task. For task it evidently was to some of them; John Benton, for example. He stood alone, at the most upright post attainable, his book at arm"s length, and his head moving from side to side, following the lines, with a little upward toss of it as he reached the end of each, while from his throat issued most startling tones.
Afterwards, Aunt Sally explained, for she had seen Ninian"s amused survey of her "boy," that:
"John can no more carry a tune than he can fly, and I"d rather hear him sawin" his boards than tryin" to sing. But he feels it"s his duty to help the others along by singing at it and sort of keepin"
Gabriell" in countenance, seems if. Sweet, ain"t it?"
It had been "sweet" in the guest"s opinion--the whole of the short service; conducted with such simple dignity and reverence by the Madonna-like ranch mistress; the music so well chosen, the few prayers so feelingly offered, and the brief exhortation read from the words of a famous divine who had the rare gift of touching men"s hearts. And he so expressed himself, as well as his surprise, over the belated breakfast which Mrs. Benton served him when the service was over and the household dispersed.
"Yes, I think it"s the nicest thing there is about this dear Sobrante.
There"s always been the best sort of inflooence here and that"s why I like my boy, John, to belong. Ca.s.s"us, he used to hold the meeting, and after he died I feared Gabriella wouldn"t be equal to it. But bless your soul! if down she didn"t come that first Sunday "at ever was, and her not havin" left her bed sence it happened, and sent Wun Lungy out to have the old mission bell rung, a signal. I"ll ever forget it to my dyin" day, I shan"t. Her like a spirit all in white and a face was both the saddest and the upliftedest ever I see; and them rough men all crowdin" up to their places, so soft you"d thought they was barefoot "stead of heavy shod; and Jessie with her arms round the two little ones, and her mother pitchin" the tune, same as usual, and--and--I declare I can"t keep the tears back yet, rememberin".
Before she was done the whole kerboodle of us was sobbin" and cryin"
like a pa.s.sel of young ones, and there was she, with her broken heart, as calm and serene as an angel. Angel is what she is, mostly; with just enough old human natur" in her to keep her from soarin" right away. Gabriell"s one them scurce kind makes you glad every time she does a wrong or thoughtless thing, "cause then you know she ain"t quite perfected yet, and you"re surer of keepin" her "on earth. My!
the good that woman does beats all. This very day, when she"d lots rather stay to home and visit with you, she"s give orders for Ephraim to have the buck-board got ready to take her twenty miles to see a neighbor who"s sick. She"s fixing a basket of things now, and is in a hurry. So that"s the reason she didn"t come to keep you company herself. Have another piece of chicken--do."
"Thank you, no. I"ve enjoyed my breakfast hugely, and feel as if I"d never known a moment"s illness."
There was the sound of wheels just then and Ninian strolled out to offer his service as escort to the ranch mistress in case she might desire it. But the offer was not made, though the lady greeted him with evident pleasure, and even herself glanced toward the vehicle, as if wishing he might ride with her. But there was Ephraim Marsh, in the glory of a white shirt and brilliant necktie, brushed and speckless, and beaming benevolently upon all less favored mortals. It was only upon such errands of mercy that the mistress ever left her home, and there was not a ranchman in her employ but esteemed it an honor to drive for her whither she would.
Ninian saw the state of affairs plainly enough, and, possibly, so did "Forty-niner" himself; who might, under some circ.u.mstances, have sacrificed his pleasure for that of the young man. But not now. Ever since he had returned from his long stay in the city, the sensitive old fellow had felt a difference in his surroundings. There was n.o.body mean enough to tell him of the base suspicions that his fellow workmen had harbored about him, and they fancied that by treating him with more than former friendliness they could offset the unknown injury they had done him. It was this very effusiveness that had roused his suspicions that something was wrong, and he saw in this solitary drive with his beloved mistress a chance to unburden his mind and get her wise opinion on the matter.
So he merely "pa.s.sed the time of day" with the guest, helped the lady to her place, and stepped up beside her; then chirruped to his horse and was off.
But Ninian was not allowed much disappointment, for there was Lady Jess, clasping his hand and looking up into his face with the brightest of smiles, as she exclaimed: "Just think of it, dear Mr.
Sharp! We are to have a long, delightful day together. Mother will not be home before nightfall and I am to do everything I can to make you happy. As if I wouldn"t, even without being bidden! But what shall it be first? Where would you like to walk or ride? Or would you rather rest and read?"
"First, I would like to walk around to that curious hedge yonder, that you told me before had been planted by the old padres. Everything about these ancient missions interests me."
"Oh! I love them, too, and I"m so glad we live on one, or the place where one used to be. That hedge is p.r.i.c.kly-pear and was meant to keep the Indians out of the inclosure, if they were ugly. But it"s a hundred years old, and Pedro could remember when it was ever so much smaller than now."
It was a weird stretch of the repellent cactus, whose great gnarled branches locked and intertwined themselves in a verdureless ma.s.s of thorns and spikes which well might have daunted even an Indian. The hedge was many feet in width and higher than Ninian"s shoulder, still green on top, but too unlovely to have been preserved for any reason save its antiquity and history. One end of it was close to the kitchen part of the house, and the other reached beyond the fall of the farthest old adobe.
"A formidable barrier, indeed! It reminds me of some of Dore"s fantastic pictures," said the reporter.
"Doesn"t it? My mother has books with his drawings in, and I have thought that, too. It is a trouble sometimes, because anybody coming across the field from yonder must go either way around the quarters or all along the back of the house, before he can get in here; when if it weren"t there at all, it wouldn"t be two steps. But we will never have it cut down because my father said so. He wouldn"t have anybody break a single leaf, if he could help it, and--oh, oh!"
Mr. Sharp lifted his head from his close examination of a branch that had particularly interested him and saw Jessica pointing in astonishment at the very heart of the great hedge.