"And in spite of my looks," he returned, "I"m not hunting a job--for a wonder."
But now that Kate wanted to hear more he took his turn at reticence.
"Where are you from?" she asked as unconcernedly as she could.
"Medicine Bend."
"From the marshal"s office?" It was foolish of her to ask. She fairly blurted out the words. He looked at her for the first time keenly--and just the change in his expression, undefinable but unmistakable, almost frightened her to death.
"I was in the marshal"s office yesterday," he answered, picking up a sandwich evasively. Kate was no longer doubtful. This was the man to serve the dreaded, summons. An instant of panic seized her.
Fortunately her persecutor was regarding his stubborn coffee as he stirred it. Her heart, which had stopped, started with a thump. Her thoughts cleared. Instinct, self-preservation, a.s.serted itself. She thought hard and fast. The first step was to temporize.
He looked up in time to see the blood sweeping back into her cheeks; and almost spoiled the first really good breath she was drawing. In his lean, bronzed hands he clasped his cup of coffee as if trying to put a degree of heat into it: "What would be the extra charge for a shot at that hot tank?" he asked, directing his glance first at the other tank, then at Kate"s burning face.
With all his confidence, he must have been surprised at the revulsion of manner that greeted him. Kate recovered her poise--her coldness vanished, a smile broke through her reserve and her confused regret was promptly expressed: "Did I give you coffee out of the cold tank? How stupid!"
"And never in my life," said her queer customer, as if continuing her words, "did I do anything mean to you."
"Oh, yes, you did," objected Kate, coupling nervous haste with the declaration as she tried to take the cold cup from between his hands.
The ease with which she a.s.sumed the role of a lunch-counter waitress astonished her.
"What did I do?" he drawled, resisting her attempt to make amends.
"You said I couldn"t go out that door," she answered, refusing to be denied the cup.
"I was hoping if you stayed a few minutes, you wouldn"t want to." A moment earlier she would have been indignant. Now she reconciled herself to necessity. She was, indeed, wildly hoping she might be able to coax him not to serve any paper. And she had to repress an absurd laugh at the thought as she set a fresh and steaming cup before him.
While he made ready to drink it she leaned with a.s.sured indifference against the buffet shelf behind her. She spread her left arm and hand innocently along its edge as she had seen waitresses do--and with her right hand, toyed with the loose collar of her crepe blouse--chatting the while like a perfectly good waitress with her suspect. The funny part seemed to her that he took it all with entire seriousness, hardly laughing; only a suspicion of a smile, playing at times around his eyes, relieved the somberness of his lean face. His parted lips showed regular teeth when he spoke, and gave a not unpleasant expression to his mouth. His eyes were as inoffensive as a mountain lake.
But there remained something stubborn in his dry manner and at times her heart misgave her as to the hope of dissuading him from his purpose. Trying to form some idea of how to act, she studied him with anxiety. All she could actually reach as a conclusion was that he might be troublesome to dissuade.
Yet with every moment she was the more determined to keep him from carrying out his mission and the more resolved to make him pay for his Western manners. All this was running through her head while the coffee was being sipped. Unhappily, her father was where she could not possibly reach him with a warning until Belle should reappear on the scene. She tendered her now tractable guest a second cup of coffee.
It was accepted; he talked on, asking many questions, which were answered more or less to his satisfaction. Not that his inquiries were impertinent; they were chiefly silly, Kate thought. He seemed most intent on establishing a friendly footing with a lunch-counter attendant.
When his third cup had been drunk and payment tendered for it, and for five or six sandwiches, Kate decided her time to escape had arrived.
She refused to accept his money: "No," she persisted, "I will not take a thing for your lunch. Positively not. Oh, you may leave your dollar on the counter, if you like--it will never go into the register."
"Why not?"
"I"ve told you."
"Say it again."
"You were very patient over my blunder in giving you cold coffee."
"To tell you the truth," he remarked with candor, "it didn"t look to me altogether like a blunder."
"Oh, it was," she insisted shamelessly; but she did not feel at all sure he believed her. "And I won"t take your money. I want you--" her eyes fell the least bit with her repentant words--"to have a better impression of this counter than cold coffee would give you. We"re trying so hard to build up a business."
"Golly!" observed her calm guest. "I thought a few minutes ago you were trying to wreck one."
"You Medicine Bend men always make fun of this valley," Kate complained.
"I don"t really belong in Medicine Bend," was his return.
"Where do you belong?"
"In the Falling Wall."
"Oh! that awful place?"
"Why knock the Falling Wall?"
"I never heard any good of it. No matter anyway; you may put up your money. And some time when I am up in your country," she added jestingly, "you can give _me_ a cup of cold coffee."
"We"ll say nothing more about the coffee," he declared in blunt fashion. "Just you come!" He yielded so honestly to deceit that Kate was half ashamed at imposing on him.
"Tell me," he went on, spinning his silver dollar in leisurely fashion on the smooth counter, "how am I going to get up to the mines today after I look around here for Barb--where can I get a horse?"
Kate reflected a moment. "I can get you _some_ kind of a horse," she said slowly. "But it would take you forever to get there on horseback--the trail runs around by the river. The train will get you there first. It goes up at four o"clock."
She knew she said it all blandly, though conscious of her duplicity.
It was not exactly falsehood that she spoke--but it was meant to mislead. The man was regarding her steadily with eyes that seemed to Kate not in the least double-dealing.
"What am I going to do till four o"clock?" he asked, making without discussion her subtle suggestion his own.
She lifted her eyebrows disclaimingly--even shrugged her shoulders: "What are you going to do?" he persisted. She was ready. She looked longingly out of the window. The sun blazed over the desert in a riot of gold.
"It"s my day off," she observed, adding just a suspicion of discontent and uncertainty to her words. She fingered her tie, too; then dropped her eyes; and added, "I thought I might take a ride."
He started: "Couldn"t get two horses, could you?"
"Two?" echoed Kate, looking surprised.
He rose: "I"ll turn up two if I have to steal "em," he declared, reaching for his hat.
"That would be too much trouble for one little ride," Kate said ironically. "I"ll see what I can do, first. But," she added, basely, "if you want to be sure of catching the train, I should advise you to stay right here. It backs down and doesn"t stay but a minute--just long enough to hook on to the empties."
Her warning had no effect. It was not meant to have any. She knew if he got to the mines and learned that her father was at the Junction he would return in no time to serve him. He was decently restrained now, but he swallowed her bait, hook and all: "Where do you think you can find horses?" he asked.
"Where I work."
"Where do you work?"
"Sometimes here and sometimes up at Mr. Doubleday"s cottage. The barn-boy gets up a horse for me any time."
He raised an unexpected difficulty: "I wouldn"t feel just right, today, riding a horse of Barb Doubleday"s," he said doubtfully.
The words only confirmed her suspicions. Her fears rose but her wits did not desert her: "Ride mine," she suggested. "I"ve got my own horse, of course."