"Weel," she said, "ye look quiet, anyway." She added, as if further satisfied, "I"ll make ye a cup of tea if ye can wait."
Sproatly a.s.sured her that they had not time to accept her hospitality.
The girl went into the house for a few moments and returned to the wagon with relief in her face.
"I think I owe Mr. Wyllard a good deal," she said.
Sproatly laughed. "You"re not exactly unusual in that respect," he declared as he started the horses. "But you had better hold tight. These beasts are less than half broken."
He flicked the horses with the whip, and they went across the track at a gallop, hurling great clods of mud left and right, while the group of loungers who still stood about the station raised a shout.
"Got any little pictures with nice motters on them?" asked one, and another flung a piece of information after the jolting wagon.
"There"s a Swede down at Branker"s wants a bottle that will limber up a wooden leg," he said.
Sproatly grinned, and waved his hands to them before he turned to Winifred.
"We have to get through before dark, if possible, or I"d stop and sell them something sure," he said. "Parts of the trail further on are simply horrible."
It occurred to Winifred that the road was far from good as it was, for spouts of mud flew up beneath the sinking hoofs and wheels, and she was already unpleasantly spattered.
"You think you would have succeeded making a sale?" she asked with amus.e.m.e.nt in her eyes.
"Oh, yes," Sproatly answered confidently. "If I couldn"t plant something on to them when they"d given me a lead like that, I"d be no use in this business. At present, my command of Western phraseology is my fortune."
"You sell things, then?"
Sproatly pointed to two big boxes in the bottom of the wagon. "Anything from cough cure to hair restorer, besides a general purpose elixir that"s specially prepared for me. It"s adaptable to any complaint and season. All you have to do"--and he lowered his voice confidently--"is to put on a different label."
Winifred laughed when she met his eyes.
"What happens to the people who buy it?" she inquired.
"Most of them are bachelors, and tough. They"ve stood their own cooking so long that they ought to be impervious to anything, and if anybody"s really sick I hold off and tell him to wait until he can get a doctor. A sensitive conscience," he added reflectively, "is quite a handicap in this business."
"You have always been in it?" asked Winifred.
"No," replied Sproatly, "although you mightn"t believe it, I was raised with the idea that I should have my choice between the Church and the Bar. The idea, however, proved--impracticable--which is rather a pity.
It has seemed to me that a man who can work off cough cures and cosmetics on to healthy folks and talk a scoffer off the field, ought to have made his mark in either calling."
He looked at her as if for confirmation of this view, but Winifred, who laughed again, glanced at the two wagons that, several miles away, moved across the gray-white sweep of prairie.
"Shall we overtake them?" she asked.
"We"ll probably come up with Gregory. I"m not sure about Wyllard."
"He drives faster horses?"
"That"s not quite the reason. Gregory has patched up one trace with a bit of string, and odd bolts are rather addicted to coming out of his wagon. Sometimes it makes trouble. I"ve known the team to leave him sitting on the prairie, thinking of endearing names for them, while they came home with the pole."
"Does he generally let things fall into that state?"
Sproatly was evidently on his guard.
"Well," he rejoined, "it"s certainly that kind of wagon."
He flicked the team again, and the jolting rendered it difficult for Winifred to ask any more questions. The prairie sod was soft with the thaw, and big lumps of it stuck to the wheels, which every now and then plunged into ruts the other vehicles had made.
In the meanwhile, Agatha and Hawtrey had found it almost impossible to sustain a conversation. It was a relief to the girl to be able to sit silent and observant beside the man whom she had promised to marry. The string-patched trace still held, and the wagon pole was a new one. The white gra.s.s was tussocky and long, and the trail here and there had been churned into quagmire. Hawtrey had packed the thick driving-robe high about Agatha and had slipped one arm about her waist beneath it; but she was conscious that she rather suffered this than derived any satisfaction from it. She strove to a.s.sure herself that she was jaded with the journey, which was, in fact, the case, and that the lowering sky, and the cheerless waste they were crossing, had occasioned the dejection that she felt. There was not a tree upon the vast sweep of bleached gra.s.s which ran all around her to the horizon. It was inexpressibly lonely, a lifeless desolation, with only the plowed-up trail to show that man had ever traversed it. The raw wind which came across the prairie set her shivering.
She was forced, however, to admit that her weariness and the dreary surroundings did not quite explain everything. Gregory"s first embrace had brought her no happiness, and now the close pressure of his arm left her quite unmoved. This was disconcerting; but while she would admit no definite reason for it, there was creeping upon her a vague consciousness that the man beside her was not the one of whom she had so often thought in England. He seemed different--almost, in fact, a stranger--though she could not exactly tell where the change in him began. His laughter jarred upon her. Some of the things he said appeared almost inane, and others were tinged with a self-confidence that did not become him. It seemed to her that he was shallow and lacking in comprehension. Once she found herself comparing him with another man. She broke off that train of thought abruptly, and once more endeavored to find the explanation in herself. Weariness had produced this captious, hypercritical fit, and by and by she would become used to him, she said.
Hawtrey was, at least, not effusive, for which she was thankful. When they reached a smoother stretch of road he began to talk of England.
"I suppose you saw a good deal of my folks when you were at the Grange,"
he said.
"No," answered Agatha, "I saw them once or twice."
"Ah!" he replied, with a trace of sharpness, "then they were not particularly agreeable?"
It seemed to Agatha that he was tactless in suggesting anything of the kind, but she replied candidly.
"One could hardly go quite so far as that," she told him. "Still, I couldn"t help a feeling that it was rather an effort for them to be gracious to me."
"They did what they could to make things pleasant when they were first told of our engagement."
Agatha was too weary to be altogether on her guard. His relatives"
att.i.tude had wounded her, and she answered without reflection.
"I have fancied that was because they never quite believed it would lead to anything."
She knew this was the truth now, though it was the first time the explanation had occurred to her. Gregory"s relatives, who were naturally acquainted with his character, had not expected him to carry out his promise. She felt that she had been injudicious in what she told him when she heard his harsh laugh.
"I"m afraid they never had a very great opinion of me," he remarked.
"Then," said Agatha, looking up at him, "it will be our business to prove them wrong; but I can"t help feeling that you have undertaken a big responsibility, Gregory. There must be so much that I ought to do, and I know so little about your work in this country." She turned, and glanced with a shiver at the dim, white prairie. "The land looks so forbidding and unyielding. It must be very hard to turn it into wheat fields--to break it in."
It was merely a hint of what she felt, and it was rather a pity that Hawtrey, who lacked imagination, usually contented himself with the most obvious meaning of the spoken word. Things might have gone differently had he responded with comprehending sympathy.
"Oh," he said, with a laugh that changed her mood, "you"ll learn, and I don"t suppose it will matter a great deal if you don"t do it quickly.
Somehow or other one worries through."
She felt that this was insufficient, though she remembered that his haphazard carelessness had once appealed to her. Now she realized that to undertake a thing light-heartedly was a very different matter from carrying it out successfully. Then it once more occurred to her that she was becoming absurdly hypercritical, and she strove to talk of other things.
She did not find it easy, nor, though he made the effort, did Hawtrey.
There was a restraint upon him, for when he first saw her he had been struck by the change in the girl. She was graver than he remembered her, and, it seemed, very much more reserved. He had tried and failed, as he thought of it, to strike any response in her. He became uneasily conscious that he could not talk to her as he could to Sally Creighton.
There was something wanting in him or her, but he could not at the moment tell what it was. Still, he a.s.sured himself, things would be different next day, for the girl was evidently very tired.
The creeping dusk settled down upon the wilderness. The horizon narrowed, and the stretch of gra.s.s before them grew dim. The trail they now drove into grew rapidly rougher, and it was quite dark when they came to the brink of a declivity still at least a league from the Hastings homestead. It was one of the steep ravines that seam the prairie. A birch bluff rose on either side, and a little creek flowed through the hollow.