she laughed.
"No, I mean what do you want me to do--myself."
She could not wholly misunderstand his look, though little did he realize how she feared it; or what a dread respect she secretly had for the grave eyes so closely bent on her own. She laughed really to gather courage, and it was easy to laugh a little because he did look so odd as he stood before her, with the platter in both hands, but terribly in earnest. "Set the platter on the table before you burn yourself," she pleaded.
"You must want me to do something," he persisted, "get off the earth or stay on it--now, don"t you? Say what you want me to do, and, by----"
He checked himself. "And I"ll do it."
She could restrain him but she could not turn him. He did put the platter on the table without getting any answer but now that his mind was set, it reverted stubbornly to the one subject and when supper was over and they sat opposite each other in the little dining-room talking, she said she knew he had burned his hands. "I wouldn"t mind if I had," he remarked frankly. "Almost every time I"ve talked with you I"ve held the hot end of a poker; I"m getting to look for it." He drew a deep breath. "You never liked me, did you, Kate?"
"That isn"t so."
"You always kind of held off."
"Perhaps I was a little afraid of you."
"You"re not afraid of me now--are you--with one arm out of commission?
Are you?"
She looked at him in a troubled sort of way: "Why, no--not very," she returned, half laughing.
"You were never half as much afraid of me as I was of you," he murmured.
His eyes across the table were growing very importunate. She could not realize how flushed and soft and tantalizing her own eyes were, framed by the warm color high in her cheeks. She rose with a hurried exclamation and looked dismayed at him, her hands tilted on the table, her brows high and her burning eyes still laughing: "We"ve left the light on by the stove all this time," she whispered. "Belle will be furious!"
She slipped hurriedly out into the kitchen and turned off the light.
Her face was hot. She was thirsty and stepping to the water faucet she picked up a gla.s.s. The mountain water tasted so cold and good; in some way it made her think of great peaks and the crisp, clear air of his home far up among them. She had not realized how heated she was. "Do you want a drink?" she called back to the dining room.
He was standing directly behind her. She turned only to stumble against him and before she knew what had happened he was raining kisses on her resisting cheeks. Then his lips found hers and, faint with the moment, she resisted no more.
After a long time she got one hand around his neck and laid the other across his mouth: "Don"t make so much noise," she whispered wildly.
"Belle will hear us!"
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII
THE UNEXPECTED CALL
The hush that followed the brain storm in the kitchen put Belle, quite unsuspecting, to sleep. Laramie, with a tread creditable to a cat--and a stealth natural to most carnivorous animals--closed the door without breaking her heavy breathing. The shades, always drawn at nightfall, called for no attention. In the living-room, there was preliminary tiptoeing, and there were futile efforts on Kate"s part to cool her rebellious cheeks by applying her open hands to them--when she could get possession of either one to do so. The small couch which served as sofa was drawn out of range of even the protected windows, and the floodgates were opened to the first unrestrained confidences together.
When they could talk of more serious things, Kate could not possibly see how she could marry him; but this, in the circ.u.mstances, seemed to cause Laramie no alarm. She admitted she had tried not to like him and confessed how she had failed. "Every time I met you," she murmured, "you seemed to understand me so well--you knew how a woman would like to be treated--that"s what I kept thinking about."
"You used to talk and laugh with Van Horn," he complained, jealously.
"When I came around, I couldn"t drag a smile out of you with a lariat."
"You"re getting a smile now that he isn"t getting, aren"t you?"
"Somehow you never acted natural with me."
"Jim!" It was the word he most wanted to hear, even if the reproach implied the quintessence of stupidity. "Don"t you understand, I wasn"t afraid of him, and I was of you!"
"And I only trying to get a chance to eat out of your hand!"
"How could I tell--after all I used to hear--but that you"d begin by eating out of my hand and finish by eating me?"
He had to be told every word of her troubles at home, but her uneasiness turned to the dangers threatening him. These, she protested, he belittled too much. Ever since he had come in wounded she had been the prey of fears for him. "It"s a mystery how you escaped." He had to tell every detail of his flight down the canyon.
"By rights," he said in conclusion, "they ought to have got me. No man should have got out of that sc.r.a.pe as well as I did. Van Horn didn"t get into action quick enough. And it seemed to me as if Stone himself was a little slow." The way he spoke the things strengthened her confidence. And his arm held her so close!
"I"ll tell you, Kate," he added. "You can easy enough hire a fellow to kill a man. But you can"t really hire one to hate a man. And if he doesn"t really hate him, he won"t be as keen on your job as you"d be yourself. These hired men will booze once in awhile--or go to sleep, maybe. It"s work for a clear head and takes patience to hide in the rocks day after day and wait for one certain man to ride by so you can shoot him. If you doze off, your man may pa.s.s while you snore. And the kind of man you can hire isn"t as keen on getting a man as the man himself is on not getting "got"--that"s where the chance is, sometimes, to pull out better than even."
Because his aim was to rea.s.sure, to relieve her anxiety, he did not tell her that all the unfavorable conditions he had named, while never before arrayed against him at one time, were now pretty much all present together. Kate herself, he knew, stood more than ever between him and Van Horn. Stone had been twice publicly disgraced by Laramie at Tenison"s--he would never forgive that. He had the patience of the a.s.sa.s.sin and when hatred swayed him he did not sleep--these were still, Laramie knew in his heart, bridges to be crossed.
But why spoil an hour"s happiness with the thought of them now?
Laramie drew his hand across his heated forehead as if to clear his eyes and look again down into the face close to his and a.s.sure himself he was not really dreaming. "What do I care about them all, Kate," he would say, "now that I"ve got you? No, now that you"ve given yourself to me--that"s what I"ll say--what do I care what they do?"
But she would look up, sudden with apprehension: "But don"t you think _I_ care? Jim, let"s leave this country soon, soon."
Laramie laughed indulgently: "Somebody"ll have to leave it pretty soon--that"s certain."
A rude knock at the door broke into his words. Kate threw her hands against his breast. She stared at him thunderstruck, and sprang from the sofa like a deer, looking still at him with wide-open eyes and then glancing apprehensively toward the door.
Laramie sat laughing silently at her get-away as he called it, yet he was not undisturbed.
Nothing, in the circ.u.mstances, could have been less welcome than any sort of an intrusion. But a knock at the door, almost violent, and coming three times, stirred even Laramie"s temper.
The door was not locked. Laramie rose, his fingers resting on the b.u.t.t of his revolver, and stepping lightly into the dining-room, turned down the lamp. He stood in the shadow and beckoned Kate to him. His face indicated no alarm.
"This may be something, or it may be nothing. You step into the kitchen. I"ll go to the door."
She clung to him, really terror-stricken, begging him not to go. As he tried to quiet her fears the heavy knock shook the flimsy door the second time. Kate, declaring she would go, would not be denied.
Laramie told her exactly what to do.
She reached the door on tiptoe and stood to the right of it. The key was in the lock. Kate, reaching out one hand, turned the key. With the door thus locked and standing close against the wall she called out to know who was there. Laramie had followed behind her. He stepped to where he could look from behind the window shade out on the porch. He turned to Kate just as an answer came from outside, and signed to her to open. Standing where she was, Kate turned the key swiftly back in the lock and threw the door wide open.
Stooping slightly forward to bring his hat under the opening, and looking carefully about him, her father walked heavily into the room.
Laramie had disappeared. Kate, dumb, stood still. Barb closed the door behind him, walked to the table, put down his hat and turned to Kate. "Well?" he began, snapping the word in his usual manner, his stupefied daughter struggling with her astonishment. "You don"t act terrible glad to see me."
Kate caught her breath. "I was so surprised," she stammered.
"What are you staying in town so long for?" demanded Barb. His voice had lost nothing of its husky heaviness.
She answered with a question: "Where else have I to stay, father? I"ve been waiting for money to get East with and it hasn"t come yet."
"What do you want to go East for?"
"I"ve nowhere else to go."