Lee didn"t hear the rest. It had been his intention to come in and smoke with the boys, and perhaps play a game of whist. Anything to keep from thinking. But now, moving on impulse, he turned and left the shack, going swiftly up the knoll to the ranch-house.
Just stepping into the courtyard soft under the moon, tinkling with the play of the fountains, stirred his heart to quicker beating. He had not set foot here for over two months, not since that night which he knew he should forget and yet to whose memory he clung desperately.
This was the first time in many a long week that he had gone out of his way to seek Judith. And now words which Judith herself had spoken to him one day were now at least a part of the cause sending him to speak with her. She had said that he was loyal, that she needed loyal men.
He still took her wage, he was still a Blue Lake ranch-hand, he still owed her his loyalty, though it came from a sore heart.
If she were hard driven in some way which she had not seen fit to confide to him, if she were forced to make this tremendous sale, if she were mad or had at last lost her nerve, frightened at the thought of the heavy sums of money to be raised at the end of the winter, well, then it still could do no harm for him to speak his mind to her.
Hampton had told him the price which the horses were to bring; it was pitifully small and Lee meant to tell her so, to tell her further that he would guarantee an enormous gain over it if she gave him time. He would be doing his part though she called him meddler for his pains.
Marcia Langworthy, hidden in a big chair on the veranda, watched him approach with interest, though Lee was unconscious of her presence. He had lifted a hand to rap at the door when she called to him, saying:
"Good evening, Mr. Mysterious Lee. Have you forgotten me?"
Though he had pretty well forgotten her, it was not necessary to tell her that he had. He came toward her, putting out his hand.
"Good evening, Miss Langworthy," he said cordially. "I haven"t seen much of you this time, have I? Two reasons, you know: busy all day and half the night, for one thing, and for another, Hampton has monopolized you, hasn"t he?"
Marcia laughed softly.
"To a man your size the second reason is absurd. . . . Will you sit down? You see, I am taking it for granted that you come here to see me. Unless," and her eyes twinkled brightly up at him, "you were surrept.i.tiously calling on Mrs. Simpson?"
"I"d love to talk with you," he a.s.sured her. "But, as I"ve just hinted, my work here has got into the habit of running away with me into the night. I really came up for a word with Miss Sanford."
"Oh, didn"t you know?" asked Marcia. "Judith isn"t here."
"Isn"t here?" He frowned. "No, I didn"t know. I haven"t seen much of her lately and didn"t know her plans. Where is she?"
"In San Francisco. Her lawyers sent for her, you know. Something about a tangle in her father"s business. Funny you hadn"t heard; she left Sat.u.r.day night."
Sat.u.r.day? This was Tuesday evening. Judith had been away three full days. Lee, thinking hurriedly, thought that he saw now the explanation of Judith"s ordering a sale like this. Her lawyers had found what Marcia called a "tangle" in Luke Sanford"s affairs; there had been an insistent call for a large sum of money to straighten it out, and Judith had accepted the only solution.
Still, it didn"t seem like Judith to sell like this at a figure so ridiculously low. Doan, Rockwell & Haight were not the only buyers on the coast. Lee himself could get more for the horses if he had two days" time to look around; the cattle were worth a great deal more than they were being sold for, even with the market down.
"Did she have an idea what the trouble was before she left?" he asked finally.
"Why," said Marcia, "I don"t know. You see, she slipped out late Sat.u.r.day night after we"d all gone to bed. There was a message for her over the telephone; she got up, dressed, saddled her own horse and rode into Rocky Bend alone, just leaving a note for me that she might be gone a week or two."
Just why he experienced a sense of uneasiness even then, Lee did not know. It was like Judith to act swiftly when need be; to go alone and on the spur of the minute to catch her train; to slip out quietly without disturbing her guest.
"You have heard from her since?" he demanded abruptly.
"Not a word," said Marcia. "She doesn"t like letter-writing and so I haven"t expected to hear from her."
Lee chatted with her for a moment, then claiming work still to be done, turned to go back down the knoll. A new thought upon him, he once more came to Marcia"s side.
"I expect I"d better see Hampton," he said. "Do you know where he is?"
"Where he has been every night since Judith left," laughed Marcia.
"He"s old Mr. Business Man these days. In the office."
There Lee found him. Hampton, his hair ruffled, Judith"s table littered with market reports, and many sheets of paper covered with untidy figures, looked up at Lee"s entrance.
"h.e.l.lo, Bud," he said, reaching for cigarette and match. "Got everything ready for to-morrow?"
"Why didn"t you tell me Miss Sanford had gone away?" was Lee"s sharp rejoinder. Hampton flushed.
"Devil take those two eyes of yours, Bud," he said testily. "They"ve got a way of boring through a man until he feels like they were scorching the furniture behind him. Well, I"ll tell you. While Judith is away I am running this outfit. And if the men think I"m coming straight from her with an order they obey it. If they get the notion she isn"t here, they"re apt to ask questions. That"s why."
"This sale to Doan, Rockwell & Haight," said Lee quickly. "You didn"t cook that up, did you, Hampton?"
"Lord, no!" cried Hampton. From its place on a file he took a yellow slip of paper, tossing it to Lee. "She sent me that this morning."
It was a Western Union telegram, saying briefly:
POLLOCK HAMPTON, Blue Lake Ranch.
Am forced to sell heavily. Sending Doan, Rockwell & Haight Wednesday morning, one hundred horses; as many beef cattle as Carson can round up. Accept terms made in their letter to you last week.
JUDITH SANFORD.
The date-line upon the message gave the sending point as San Francisco.
"They wrote _you_ a letter offering to buy?" said Lee thoughtfully, his eyes rising slowly from the paper in his fingers. "How"d it happen they didn"t write to _her_?"
"Well, it"s a natural enough mistake, isn"t it? Knowing that she and I were both part-owners, knowing that we were both here, isn"t it quite to be expected that they would write to the man instead of to the woman? Of course I gave her the letter as soon as I had opened it."
"Of course," answered Lee.
But his thoughts were not with his answer. They were with Bayne Trevors. He knew that Trevors had long ago sold to these people; he knew, too, that at least two of the heavy shareholders in the Western Lumber Company were interested in Doan, Rockwell & Haight. Tom Rockwell himself was second vice-president of the lumber company.
"Have you had any other word from Miss Sanford?" he asked.
"No."
"Know who her lawyers are?"
"No. I don"t."
"Anything in her papers here that would tell us?"
"No. Her papers are in the safe yonder and it"s locked and I don"t know the combination."
"Know what hotel she is stopping at in the city?"
"No. Look here, Bud; what are you driving at? I don"t get you."
"No?" answered Lee absently.
What Bud Lee was thinking was: "Here are too many coincidences!"