"Lady?" shouted the old man, his voice fairly breaking with the emotion that went into it. "Lady? In my house? What do you mean?" Then, without waiting for an answer, "I don"t care who she is or what she is or what the two of you want. Get out! This fool pill-roller in here thinks he can beat me playin" chess; you"re in league with him to distract me, you traitor!"
Guy Little smiled broadly and winked again.
"Ain"t he got the manner of a dook?" he whispered admiringly. And to his employer, "Say, Packard, it"s the little Temple girl. Terry Temple, you know. An"----"
Even Terry started and drew back a quick step from the closed door.
She did not know that a man"s voice could pierce to one"s soul like that.
"An"," went on Guy Little hurriedly, knowing that he must rush his words now if he got them out at all, "she"s jus" drove all the way from Red Crick--in a Boyd-Merrill, Twin Eight car--had tire trouble on the road--an" done the trip in fifty-three minutes!"
He got it all out. A deep silence shut down after his words. A silence during which a man"s eyes might have opened and stared, during which a man"s mouth too might have opened and closed wordlessly, during which a man"s brain might estimate what this meant, to drive forty miles in fifty-three minutes over such roads as lay between the Packard ranch and Red Creek.
"It"s a lie!" shouted Packard. "She couldn"t do it."
"I want Doctor Bridges----"
"Sh!" Guy Little cut her short. "I got the ol" boy on the run. Leave it to me." And aloud once more: "She done it. She can prove it.
An"----"
There came a snort of fury from the locked room followed by the noise of a chess-board and set of men hurled across the room and by an old man"s voice shouting fiercely:
"It"s a cursed frame-up. Bridges, you"re a scoundrel and I can beat you any three games out of five and I"ll bet you ten thousan" dollars on it, any time! An" as for that thief of a Temple"s squidge-faced girl-- Come in. d.a.m.n it all, come in and be done with it!"
And as he unlocked the door with a hand that shook and flung it wide open he and Terry Temple confronted each other for the first time.
CHAPTER XX
A GATE AND A RECORD SMASHED
The man never yet lived and knew old man Packard who would have suggested that he was not a good and thorough-going hater. His enemy and all of his enemy"s household, wife and child, maid-servant and man-servant were all as the sp.a.w.n of Satan.
Now he stood back, his face flushed, his two hands on his hips, his beard thrust forward belligerently and fairly seeming to bristle.
Terry Temple, her heart beating like mad all of a sudden and for no reason which she would admit to herself, lifted her head and stepped across the threshold defiantly. For a very tense moment the two of them, old man and young girl, stared at each other.
Doctor Bridges still sat at the chess-table, his mouth dropping open, his expression one of pure consternation; Guy Little stood in the doorway just behind Terry, rubbing a slippered toe against his leg and watching interestedly.
"So you"re Temple"s girl, are you?" snorted the old man. "Well, I might have guessed it!"
And the manner of the statement, rather than the words themselves, was very uncomplimentary to Miss Teresa Arriega Temple.
And, as a mere matter of fact--and old man Packard knew it well enough down in his soul--he would have guessed nothing of the sort. So long had he held her in withering contempt, just because of her relationship to her father, so long had he invested her with all thinkably distasteful attributes, so long had he in his out-of-hand way named her squidge-nosed, putty-faced, pig-eyed, and so on, that in due course he had really formed his own image of her.
And now, suddenly confronted by the most amazingly pretty girl he had ever seen, he managed to snort that she was just what he knew she was--and in the snorting no one knew better than old man Packard that, as he could have put it himself, "He lied like a horse-thief!"
Terry had seen him once when she was a very little girl. He had been pointed out to her by one of her father"s cowboys who, for reasons of his own, heartily hated and a little feared the old man. Since then the girl"s lively imagination had created a most unseemly brute out of the enemy of her house, a beetle-browed, ugly-mouthed, facially-hideous being little short of a monstrosity.
And now Terry"s fine feminine perception begrudgingly was forced to set about constructing a new picture. The old man, black-hearted villain that he was, was the most upstanding, heroic figure of a man that she had ever seen.
Beside him Doctor Bridges was a spectacle of physical degeneracy while Guy Little became a grotesque dwarf. The grandfather was much like the grandson, and--though she vowed to like him the less for it--was in his statuesque, leonine way quite the handsomest man she had ever looked on.
Perhaps it was at just the same instant that each realized that rather too great an interest had been permitted to go into a long, searching look. For Terry suddenly affected a look of supreme contempt while the old man jerked his eyes away, transferring his regard to the serene Guy Little.
"You said, Guy Little----"
"Yes, sir, I said it!" Guy Little nodded vigorously. "Them forty miles in fifty-three minutes. In the dark. An" with tire trouble.
It"s a record. The best you ever done it in was fifty-seven minutes.
She beat you four minutes. Her!"
He indicated Terry.
"Doctor Bridges--" began Terry.
"It"s a lie!" cried the old man, smashing the table top with a clenched fist. "I don"t care who says it; she couldn"t do it! No girl could; no Temple could. It ain"t so!"
"Call me a liar?" cried Terry, a sudden flaming, surging, hot current in her cheeks, her eyes blazing. "You are a horrid old man. I always knew you were a horrid old man and you are a lot horrider than I thought you were. And--you just call me a liar again, h.e.l.l-Fire Packard, and I"ll slap your face for you!"
For a moment, gripped by his ever-ready rage, the old man stood towering over her, looking down with blazing eyes into eyes which blazed back, a little tremor visibly shaking him as though he were tempted almost beyond resistance to lay his hands on her and punish her impudence. A bright, almost eager, fearlessness shone in her eyes.
"I dare you," said Terry. "Old man that you are, I"ll slap you so that you"d know who it is you"re insulting. Pirate!" she flung at him.
"And land-hog-- Oh!
"Doctor Bridges, you are to come with me right now." She had flung about giving her shoulder to Packard"s inspection. "We must hurry back to Red Creek."
"Say, Packard," chimed in Guy Little. "Her car"s all shot to pieces.
An" her gas is all gone. An" her ol" man is awful sick in Red Creek an" needin" a doc in a hurry--or not any. You understan"----"
"What"s it got to do with me?" boomed h.e.l.l-Fire Packard. "What do I care whether her old thief of a father dies to-night or next week?
What do I----"
"Aw, rats," grunted Guy Little. "What"s eatin" you, Packard? Listen to me: She says how she done it in fifty-three minutes an" you can"t do it any better"n fifty-seven; how you ain"t no dead-game sport noways; how she"s short of change but would bet a man fifty dollars you couldn"t an" wouldn"t."
"She said them things?" roared the old man.
"I--" began Terry.
"She did!" answered Guy Little hastily and loudly. "She did!"
"Bridges," snapped old Packard, "grab your hat an" black poison bag an"
be ready in two minutes." Packard was on his way to the door. "Guy Little, you get my car at the front door--quick! An" as for you--" He was at the door and half turned to stare angrily into Terry"s eyes--"You can do what you please. I"m goin" to take the only pill-slinger in the country to the worst ol" thief I ever heard a man tell about."
"I"m going back with you," said Terry briefly.
Old man Packard shrugged. Then he laughed.
"If you ain"t scared," he grunted, "to ride alongside a man as swears, so help him G.o.d, in spite of smash-bang-an"-be-d.a.m.n", is goin" to make that little run back to Red Creek--in less"n fifty minutes!"