He had made allowances for a hard drive. Nevertheless the actuality was a sterner matter than he had foreseen. All along the way the feed was scant. Water was low in the holes, Rio Frio for the first time in years was a mere series of shallow pools. The blazing heat was such that men and horses and steers all suffered terribly.
At the end of the second day he ordered a full dozen of the less hardy of his beasts cut out from the herd and turned into a neighboring range; it was questionable if they would have been able to drag on the two remaining days and even had they done so they would have brought no top price from the buyer.
The drive was made on schedule time. Circ.u.mstances not only permitted but insisted. There were no places for loitering, there were only the major water-holes upon which Steve had counted, the distances between them regulating each day"s progress. And so the stock was in San Juan a full two days before the time for Doan"s coming.
For Steve the two days dragged heavily. He camped with his herd on the edge of the settlement, allowing the boys to disport themselves as they saw fit a large part of the time, himself having little desire for the bad whiskey and crooked gaming of La Casa Blanca.
Tuesday morning Doan was to arrive. Steve met the stage and one glance showed him that Doan was not on it. He asked the driver if he knew anything of Doan and the man shook his head. Steve supposed that he was coming up from the railroad by auto and so idled about the town all forenoon, waiting.
By midday, when Doan still failed to put in an appearance, Steve had grown impatient. By the middle of the afternoon his impatience gave place to anger. He had kept his appointment bringing his herds over a hard trail, and Doan with nothing to do but travel luxuriously, had failed him.
But it was not until the stage came in Wednesday morning and again brought no Doan and no word of Doan that Steve telephoned a message to the nearest Western Union office at Bidwell demanding to know what the trouble was. Not only was he on heavy expenses; his mood never had been one to take kindly to the long waiting game. And yet he was forced to wait all that day and all the next day with no word from Doan.
He telegraphed again Wednesday night, a third time Thursday morning.
No answers came. But a little before noon, Thursday, Doan came. Came by automobile from the railroad, a man with him. Steve saw them as they drove into town; he noted Doan"s thin face and his tall form in the gray linen duster; then he marked the man with him. The man was Blenham.
Steve, raw-nerved through these long hours of inaction and uncertainty, pushed straightway to Doan bent upon demanding an explanation. He got an inkling of one from an unexpected quarter, Blenham"s lips.
"We sure appreciate this, Mr. Doan," Blenham said, getting down and offering his hand to the cattle-buyer. "Count on me an" ol" man Packard doin" you a favor any time. So long."
And casting to Steve a look of blended triumph and venom he hurried down to the stable and his horse.
"Mr. Doan," said Steve bluntly, "what in h.e.l.l"s name do you mean by treating me this way?"
Doan turned his thin impa.s.sive face with the hawk-eyes toward young Packard.
"Who do you happen to be?" he asked coolly.
"I"m Steve Packard from Ranch Number Ten. And I"ve got a herd of steers out here that"s been waiting for you some time now."
"Oh, yes," said Doan, still very cool. "Got my wire, didn"t you, saying that I was unavoidably detained?"
"I did not!" snapped Steve. "Detained by what? Blenham?"
"Strange," murmured Doan.
He got down from his car and stretched his long legs.
"I"ve had a new secretary, Mr. Packard. I found out that he drank. He has been discharged. Hem. Let me see: you"ve got about fifty steers, haven"t you?"
"I"ve got a hundred and eighty-six," Steve said sharply, staring at Doan"s inscrutable face and wondering just what was up.
"A hundred and eighty-six!" Doan shook his head. "I couldn"t take that many on just now; I"ve made other plans. Unless, of course, you are in a position to tempt me to buy by making me a very attractive figure!"
Steve came a sudden step nearer, his eyes blazing, his two fists clenched.
"What"s this game of yours?" he demanded. "Out with it. What are you up to? You wired me an offer of ten to twelve cents, twelve and a half for the fancy."
"What!" cried Doan. "Why, my dear fellow, you must have lost your senses! With the market the way it is now I don"t have to pay more than seven and eight cents."
Steve waited for no more. His days of waiting were past. He drew back, swung from the shoulder and struck with all of his might. His fist against Doan"s chin hurled the lean body of the cattle-buyer half across the street.
"Barbee," said Steve quietly, "round up the boys. We start our herd back in ten minutes."
And Barbee, taking stock of Steve"s white face, went hastily on his errand.
CHAPTER XXIII
STEVE RIDES BY THE TEMPLE PLACE
"Dear me, Mr. Man! How savage you do look!"
Steve started and whirled. No; this time he was not dreaming. It was Terry.
Terry laughed lightly, deliciously. She had grown prettier. She had learned a new way to smile. No, it was just the old way, after all.
But she had discovered a new way to do her hair, an amazingly charming way. Her lips were redder than ever before; her eyes were gayer and grayer and softer and sweeter. Her voice tinkled with new, thrilling music. She was just exactly perfect in Steve Packard"s eyes.
"You"re super," said Steve. "You"re superlative. You haven"t done a thing all these long, weary months except grow more devilishly attractive."
"Are you as savage as you looked?" she asked swiftly.
For a brief instant he turned his eyes away from her and gazed after a herd that was moving slowly toward the north, Barbee and the other boys heading again toward the home range. But, no matter what rage and sullen chagrin lay in his heart, his eyes, returning to Terry, showed that already her coming had worked its change. He appeared almost content.
"Are you going to shake hands?" he asked.
"Shall I?" she asked. "We are to be good friends after all?"
"Or, are you going to kiss me?"
Terry arched her brows at him. But there was a live fire in her eyes and a crimsoning tide under her lovely skin.
"Smarty!" cried the old Terry. "Just try getting fresh with me and you"ll get your face slapped!"
Whereupon Steve"s laughter boomed out joyously.
"It"s Terry come home again!" he announced to the open meadow about them. "Terry herself."
Was it Terry herself? She seemed strangely embarra.s.sed all of a sudden. Just why? Terry didn"t know.
"We are going out in my car," she said hurriedly. It seemed that she must hasten to make some safe remark each time that his eyes, busied with her, rested upon her eyes. "We"ll be at the ranch long before you get your cows home. You may come to see me--if you please to."
"Who is we?" he asked.
"Oh," said Terry, "that means Mrs. Randall who is going to be cook and chaperon."