Terry, her hands still tight pressed to her breast, came slowly down the steps. Though but a moment had pa.s.sed her face was now dead white in the moonlight.
"You are saying," and her eyes shone straight up into the old man"s, "that I am setting a trap for your grandson? That I, Teresa Arriega Temple, would for an instant consider a Packard, the son and the grandson of a Packard, as worthy of shining my boots for me? Why, I spit upon the two of you!"
She whirled and was gone into the house. Steve instead of watching her going kept his eyes hard upon his grandfather"s face. Now that the door closed he said quietly:
"Grandfather, we have seen rather little, of each other. I think we had better see even less from now on. You have insulted that girl in a way that makes me want to climb into your car and drag you down--and beat you half to death!"
His restraint was melting under the fire of his pa.s.sion; his voice grew less quiet and began to tremble.
"I am going to make that girl the next Mrs. Packard or know the reason why!"
"Defy me, do you? Defy me an" go an" run with a pack of thieves an"----"
"That"s enough!" shouted Steve. "I am going right straight and ask her----"
"Ask her an" h.e.l.l swallow you!" came the vociferous permission from the infuriated old man. "But remember one thing: Blenham has slipped up to-night, maybe, an" let you an" her an" her lyin", thievin", scoundrelly father steal a march on me. But it"s the last one; mark that! Blenham gets his orders straight from me to-night; he goes after you to break you, smash you, literally pull you to pieces root an"
branch--an" with me an" Blenham workin" on the job night an" day, stoppin" at nothin". Hear me? I mean it!" His two fists were now lifted high above his head. "Stoppin" at nothin" I"ll step on you an"
your Temple frien"s like you was a nest of caterpillars. You hear me, Stephen!"
But Stephen, his lips tight pressed as he fought with himself to keep his hands off his own father"s father, turned and went the way Terry had gone.
"You hear me, Stephen. There"s nothin" I"ll stop at to smash you!"
So his grandfather"s voice followed him mightily. But young Packard had already set his thought upon another matter. Before him in the tiny living-room of the ramshackle store building a kerosene lamp was burning palely and lying upon an old sofa, face down, shaken with sobs was Terry.
"Terry!" he called softly. "Your father isn"t----"
He thought that she had not heard. He came closer and laid his hand gently--there was a deep tenderness even in the action--upon her shoulder. But Terry had heard and now flung his hand violently aside and sprang to her feet, her eyes blazing angrily into his.
"My father is asleep. Doctor Bridges rather thinks there is nothing very much the matter with him," she remarked crisply. "I am sorry I troubled you in any way, Mr. Packard. You say you arranged matters with dad? Well, I want you to tear up the papers; I"ll see that your money is returned to you."
"Terry!" he muttered.
Then she flared out hotly, her two small hands clenched at her sides, her chin lifted, her voice a new voice in his ears, bitter and hostile.
"Don"t you Terry me, Steve Packard! Now or ever again. I am sorry that I ever saw you; I am ashamed that I ever spoke to you. I had rather be dead or--yes, I"d rather be in Blenham"s arms than have you look at me!"
"Good Lord!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Steve, utterly at sea. "I don"t understand."
"You don"t have to," snapped Terry. "All you"ve got to know is that I won"t have anything further in any way whatever to do with you. I won"t have you helping us with our mortgage; I won"t have you advancing money to us; I won"t stand one little minute for any of your--your wretched interference with our affairs! If you think you can--can b.u.t.t in on our side of any fight in the world----"
She ended abruptly, beginning to flounder, panting so that the swift rise and fall of her breast was an outward token of inward emotion.
Steve Packard stared and flushed hotly and began to feel his own anger mount quickly.
"b.u.t.t in on your affairs!" he snorted after a fashion more than vaguely reminiscent of his grandfather. "I like that! As if I"d have come a step without your invitation."
And so he blurted out the one thing he should have left unsaid, the thing which already rankled in Terry"s proud heart. She had asked him to come; she had in a way suggested a--a sort of partnership.
"Oh! how I hate you!" cried Terry. "You--you Packard!"
"If there"s some crime, some string of crimes that I have committed----"
"Will you tear up those papers? I"ll get you back your money. Will you tear up those papers?"
"Will you explain what"s gone wrong?"
"I will not."
He shrugged exasperatingly.
"I"ll keep the papers," he returned stonily. "I put over rather a good deal to-night, come to think of it."
He put on his hat, jamming it down tight, and half turned to go.
"When you want to talk ranch matters over with me--come to my ranch-house, little pardner!"
"Oh!" cried Terry. "Oh!"
CHAPTER XXII
THE HAND OF BLENHAM
"Each man"s life is what he shapes it for himself."
"A stupid, bare-faced, plat.i.tudinous lie!"
Steve Packard, grown irritable here of late, flung the offending book through an open window and got to his feet.
"A man"s life is what the evil little G.o.ds of chance make it, curse them. Or what a fool of a girl tangles and twists it into."
He shook himself viciously and went to his door, staring out across the hills vaguely moulded under the stars.
Life was just a very unsatisfactory sort of a proposition. It was a game that wasn"t worth the players" serious attention, a game all of chance and not in the least of skill, and not even interesting! So, in the sombre depths of his soul Steve Packard admitted freely. And, until a certain night only some six months ago, he had never divined this great truth.
That night Blenham had sneered, "Stuck on her yourself, are you?" and Steve had recognized a vital fact inelegantly expressed; that night Terry Temple had appeared to him more than just a "good little sport"; that night he had somewhat brusquely considered the sweet femininity of her under her a.s.sumed surface of _diablerie_ and had found her infinitely desirable; that same night Terry, for no reason in the world that Steve Packard could discover, had suddenly congealed into a thing of ice that had never since thawed save only briefly before burning fits of wrath.
Two hours after he had admitted to himself that he loved her she informed him with all of the emphasis she could summon for the occasion that she hated him. And life hadn"t been what he had made it at all.
The papers which Temple had signed were still in existence, safely deposited in a bank in San Juan. Steve had paid off the Temple mortgage to his grandfather; he had paid Temple a thousand dollars in cash; thereby he had acquired a half interest in the Temple ranch.
That had all been quite in accordance with Terry"s suggestions and entirely satisfactory.
Not being a thief, Steve counted upon relinquishing his right to his half at any time that Temple paid back just what had been advanced.
But it became evident very soon that Temple would never pay back anything. Though Doctor Bridges found nothing very much the matter with him, nevertheless Temple died less than two weeks later.
During those two weeks Steve had not seen Terry. With word of the girl"s bereavement, however, he had gone immediately to her. She looked at him curiously, saying quietly that the boys were doing all that was necessary and had asked him to go.