From there, disdaining the towel, they made rapid transit to the porch and the presence of the stranger. All along their enforced walk home they had laid plans of vengeance, among which "tommyhawking" and "shootin" chock full o" arrers" were the wildest. But, alas! Now that their enemy was in their very power, they had no fiercer weapons than four grimy little fists. Better these than nothing, was Ned"s instant decision, and Luis was but Ned"s second thought. As Ned"s right descended upon Mr. Hale"s shoulders, Luis" left delivered a telling blow upon the gentleman"s hand, uplifted toward his lips.
This was small a.s.sistance to the yellow-haired chief, for the spoon fled straight from the victim"s fingers and landed squarely in Ned"s face.
This created intense diversion. The blows intended for the guest were now bestowed upon each other, and so impartially that neither side was worsted. Mrs. Trent rose in her place, flushed and apologetic, though the stranger was far more surprised than offended, while the sister had once more appeared and terminated a battle almost before it was begun.
With a strength of which she did not look capable she caught up and lifted a child into each of the two high chairs in waiting--but wisely placed at opposite sides of the board. There they settled themselves composedly, beaming and smiling upon each other like a pair of wingless cherubs, while Ned thrust forth a tin basin and demanded:
"Give me my soup, mother."
"Gimmesoup!" echoed Luis, choking over a piece of bread he had filched from Jessica"s plate.
"Children!"
"Oh! Huh! Please give me my soup, mother."
"Plea" gimmesoup, _madr"_."
"Isn"t your _madre_, Luis Garcia. Isn"t n.o.body"s mother but mine, so there!"
"Humph!" remarked Jessica. "What about me?"
This set Ned off into a giggle, in which Luis dutifully joined, and the laughter restored the best of feelings all around. The meal over, Mrs.
Trent offered the guest the use of a room in which to rest, and this he gladly accepted; adding that he wished he might be able to make some arrangement with her by which he could occupy it indefinitely, till his health was restored and the business which had brought him to that region was completed. Any terms she would make would be most satisfactory to him, for he was charmed with Sobrante and most anxious to sojourn there for a time.
Jessica was already clearing the table, yet watching her mother closely, and was surprised to see a moment"s hesitation on the dear face before the expected and customary answer came:
"We are always glad to make our friends welcome at Sobrante, and for as long as our simple life suits them, but we could not accept payment for our hospitality. I am glad you like our home, and Jessica will show you to the friend"s room at once. Tell Pasqual, my dear, to attend Mr.
Hale and see that he has all which he requires. All that may be supplied at this isolated spot, that is," she added, with a smile.
Mr. Hale thanked his hostess and withdrew, but he felt that he had practically been dismissed from the ranch and that he had no past friendship to urge as a plea for any but the briefest visit there.
Yet the cool chamber into which the traveler was shown proved so restful that the "forty winks only" which he intended were prolonged till sunset. Then he hastily descended to the lower floor to find that the early supper of the household was over; though Mrs. Trent had kept his own portion hot, and smilingly waved aside his apologies as she placed before him a dish of delicately broiled quail, prepared by her own skillful hands.
"Why, this is a luxury! and to be expected only at some great hotel.
By the way, where is the nearest one? I should have been on my way long ago."
"I hope not. And you cannot well reach any hotel to-night. The nearest is thirty miles away, and for a long distance the road is a mere track across the plain. Even those who are used to it, would find it difficult to keep it on a moonless night, as this will be."
"Oh! I"m so sorry."
The hostess" face grew anxious. "Is it so important? I thought----"
"Humph! That"s another of my blunders. My regret is that I must force myself upon your hospitality after----"
Mrs. Trent interrupted with a laugh.
"I imagine we"re talking at cross-purposes. While I cannot make any guest comfortable at Sobrante "indefinitely," as you proposed, I should be disappointed to have you leave us hurriedly, I"d like you to inspect the ranch, thoroughly, and that will require at least a week.
Besides, since I"ve learned from your card that you are a lawyer, I would like to ask your advice. Of course, if you are willing to give it in a business way."
"I shall be happy to serve you and more than happy to stay for the week you propose, I came----"
But he did not finish his sentence. There rang through the quiet room the echoes of rifle shots, repeated singly and in volleys, and accompanied by shouts and shrieks, so fierce and unearthly that Mr. Hale sprang to his feet while his hand sought his own pistol pocket.
"Horrible! In the midst of this peace--an Indian outbreak!"
A curious thrill ran through his veins, as if his sixty years had suddenly turned backward to sixteen, and, with an answering cry, he leaped through the open window and rushed straight into the arms of a man who had already reached the porch and was making for the very room that the stranger had just quitted.
CHAPTER V
COUNTER REVOLT
The collision staggered both men and gave Mrs. Trent time to reach the side of her guest and to lay a restraining hand upon his arm. Her voice was tremulous with laughter as she explained:
"It"s only a rifle practice. The ranchmen and the children--all children in this sport--and always noisy. I"m sorry it disturbed you, but--Indians! How could you imagine it. Ah! Antonio, good-evening.
Have you had supper?"
"No, senora. I need it."
"It is waiting. This visitor, Mr. Hale, Senor Antonio Bernal, the manager of Sobrante."
The gentlemen bowed, one with the brevity of a busy man, the other with the profound salutation of his race. But they parted immediately, for the Easterner was anxious to witness the shooting and the superintendent to break his long fast; and with disgust at his own readiness to fancy danger where none existed, Mr. Hale followed the sound of the yells and cheers.
"Hi! hi! for the little one! Hit him again, blue jacket!" shrieked Samson, as, steadying upon a tie-post the rifle he was too small to support, Ned sighted the bull"s-eye of a distant target, took a careless aim, yet struck it squarely.
Whereupon the strong ex-sailor thrust the weapon aside and tossed the lad in the air as if he had been a ball. Yet caught him as he lightly descended, and placed him astride his own shoulders.
"Who"ll beat the little master? Three times out o" seven, with an iron heavy as that, how"s the showing for an eight-year-old?"
But Ned slipped from the ranchman"s back, picked up his own tiny, perfectly finished gun, and swung it over his head.
"Huh! That"s nothing! Huh! This the feller! Huh! Guess "tis. Shot more"n forty-"leven quails this day "t ever was. Had "em for my supper. Had "em for the man broke his horse"s leg and stole Scruff.
h.e.l.lo, Mister! Had your supper? Wasn"t them good birds? I shot "em for you. I did."
"You?" demanded the gentleman, astonished. He had now joined the group surrounding the three children, and his presence caused a lull in the uproar which had preceded his arrival. "You! Why you aren"t big enough to do such a thing."
"I did! I did! I never told a lie in all my life--never, never, never!
So, there!" and unable to endure such an imputation, the child rushed upon his traducer and pounded him well with the b.u.t.t of his little rifle.
"Ned! Edward Trent! Stop! You--a little gentleman--mother"s son!"
Jessica"s arms were about her brother, restraining his movements and for a moment making him drop his head in shame. The next he had broken from her grasp, caught up another gun and dragged it toward her.
"Your turn, Jess. Hurry up. There"s just an inch of sun left--I mean there was a minute ago--hurry up! Me an" Luis"s got to go to bed quick as a wink! Hurry--hurry!"
"Hurry up!" echoed Luis, with a yawn, and dropping down where he stood, was instantly asleep.
John Benton crossed to the visitor"s side and remarked: