She straightened slowly, her cheeks flushing in the keen air, her eyes striving to smile back in response to his challenge.
"That was nothing," she protested, tramping about. "I only went down into the snow, but my arms were bound, and the pony fell on my foot--it feels quite natural now."
"Good. We shall have to tramp a little way. In which direction did Dupont go?"
"Across the ridge there; see, that is his trail."
"Then he never saw our horses out yonder. That is one piece or good luck, at least. The sooner we get to them the better. I have been guilty of enough foolishness to-day to be careful hereafter." He looked across at Hughes" body. "I wonder if that fellow meant to hit me? I never trusted him much, but I did n"t expect that. Did you see him fire?"
"Yes, but it was so sudden I could not even cry out. He was upon one knee, and his revolver waved like this as he tried to aim. Dupont saw it, and jumped just as he pulled the trigger."
"I thought so. The poor devil got the wrong man."
"Why? Were those two enemies?"
"They had been partners, stealing and running cattle. Dupont had cheated Hughes out of his share, and there was bad blood between them.
I ran across the fellow up on the Cimarron, waiting for Dupont to come back to his old range. Did you ever hear Dupont called by any other name?"
She shook her head questioningly.
"No; was n"t that his real name? The woman back there--wasn"t she his wife?"
"She was his wife, yes; but their name was not Dupont. That was a.s.sumed; the correct one was Le Fevre."
"Le Fevre! Why,--why, wasn"t that the name of the man you told me about once?--the officer who brought you those orders?"
"He is the same. I did not know him at Dodge; not until Hughes told me. He had changed greatly in appearance, and I only saw him at night.
But it was because I knew that I failed to kill him here; I wanted him alive, so I could compel him to tell the truth."
She gave a little sob, her hands clasped together. The man"s voice softened, and he took a step nearer, bending above her.
"And yet now I do not care quite as much as I did."
She looked up quickly into his face, and as swiftly lowered her lashes.
"You mean you have found other evidence?"
"No, but I have found you, dear. You need not try, for I am not going to let you get away. It is not the officer"s daughter and the enlisted man any more. Those barriers are all gone. I do not mean that I am indifferent to the stain on my name, or any less desirous of wringing the truth from Gene Le Fevre"s lips, but even the memory of that past can keep me silent no longer. You are alone in the world now, alone and in the shadow of disgrace--you need me."
He stopped, amazed at the boldness of his own words, and, in the silence of that hesitation, Molly lifted her eyes to his face.
"I think I have always needed you," she said simply.
He did not touch her, except to clasp the extended hands. The loneliness of the girl, here, helpless, alone with him in that wilderness of snow, bore in upon his consciousness with a suddenness that robbed him of all sense of triumph. He had spoken pa.s.sionately, recklessly, inspired by her nearness, her dependence upon him. He had faith that she cared; her eyes, her manner, had told him this, yet even now he could not realize all that was meant by that quiet confession.
The iron discipline of years would not relax instantly; in spite of the boldness of his utterance, he was still the soldier, feeling the chasm of rank. Her very confession, so simply spoken, tended to confuse, to mystify him.
"Do you mean," he asked eagerly, "that you love me?"
"What else should I mean?" she said slowly. "It is not new to me; I have known for a long while."
"That I loved you!"
"Yes," smiling now. "Love is no mystery to a woman. I do not care because you are in the ranks; that is only a temporary condition. I knew you out there, at the very first, as a gentleman. I have never doubted you. Here, in this wilderness, I am not afraid. It is not because my father is dead or because he has been guilty of crime, that I say this. I would have said it before, on the balcony there in Dodge, had you asked me. It is not the uniform I love, but the man.
Can you not understand?"
"Will you marry me--a sergeant of cavalry?"
She was still smiling, her eyes frankly looking into his own.
"I will marry David Hamlin," she answered firmly, "let him be what he may."
The man let out his suppressed breath in a sob of relief, his eyes brightening with triumph.
"Oh, Molly! Molly!" he cried, "I cannot tell you what this all means to me. There is no past now to my life, but all future."
"Am I that to you?"
"That! Yes, and a thousand times more! I had ambition once, opportunity, even wealth. They were swept away by a man"s lie, a woman"s perfidy. Out of that wreck, I crawled into the world again a mere thing. I lived simply because I must live, skulking in obscurity, my only inspiration the hope of an honorable death or an opportunity for vengeance. Mine was the life of the ranks in the desert, a.s.sociating with the lowest sc.u.m, in constant contact with savagery. I could not speak to a decent woman, or be a man among men. There was nothing left me but to brood over wrongs, and plot revenge. I became morose, savage, a mere creature of discipline, food for powder. It was no more when I first met you. But with that meeting the chains snapped, the old ambitions of life returned. You were a mere girl from the East; you did not understand, nor care about the sn.o.bbery of army life. No, it was not that--you were above it. You trusted me, treated me as a friend, almost as an equal. I loved you then, when we parted on the trail, but I went back to New Mexico to fight fate. It was such a hopeless dream, yet all summer long I rode with memory tugging at my heart. I grew to hate myself, but could never forget you."
She drew nearer, her hand upon his arm, her face uplifted.
"And you thought I did not care?"
"How could I dream you did?" almost bitterly. "You were gracious, kind--but you were a major"s daughter, as far away from me as the stars. I never heard from you; not even a rumor of your whereabouts came to me across the plains. I supposed you had returned East; had pa.s.sed out of my life forever. Then that night when we rode into Dodge I saw you again--saw you in the yellow lamp-light watching us pa.s.s, heard you ask what troops those were, and I knew instantly all my fighting out there in the desert had been vain--that you were forever the one, one woman."
"I remained for that," she confessed softly, her lashes wet.
"At Dodge?"
"Yes, at Dodge. I knew you would come, must come. Some intuition seemed to tell me that we should meet again. Oh, I was so happy the night you came! No one had told me your troop had been ordered in. It was like a dream come true. When I saw you leading your horse across the parade I could hardly refrain from calling out to you before them all. I did not care what they thought--for my soldier had come home from the wars."
"Sweetheart," the deep voice faltering, "may--may I kiss you?"
"Of course you may."
Their lips met, and she clung to him, as his arms held her closely. It was like a dream to him, this sudden, unexpected surrender. Perhaps she read this in his eyes.
"Do not misunderstand," she urged softly. "I do not come to you because of what has happened, because I am alone and helpless. If you had stepped from the ranks that night at Dodge, I would have answered even as I do now."
"You love me?--love me?" he repeated.
"Yes."
Even as he looked down into her upturned face, there was borne back upon him a realization of their predicament. His eyes swept over the surrounding desolation, the two dead bodies lying motionless in the snow, the stiffening pony, the drear hillside which shut them in. The sight brought him back to consciousness with a shock. Minutes might mean much now. Dupont had disappeared over that ridge to the right, in the direction of Black Kettle"s camp. How far away that might be was altogether guess-work, yet what would inevitably occur when the fugitive arrived among his friends, and told his story, could be clearly conceived. Even if the man believed Hamlin killed, he would recall to mind the girl, and would return to a.s.sure himself as to her fate. Knowing her helplessness, the practical impossibility of her escape alone, a return expedition might not be hurried, yet, beyond doubt, this isolated valley would have Indian visitors within a few hours. And when these discovered the truth they would be hot upon a trail where concealment was impossible. The only hope of escape, and that far from brilliant,--as he remembered the long desert ride from the distant cow-camp on the Cimarron,--lay in immediate departure.
Every moment of delay served to increase their peril. Even beyond the danger of Dupont"s report to Black Kettle, this snow-bound valley was not so far away from that chief"s camp as to be safe from invasion by young warriors in search of game. All this flashed upon Hamlin"s consciousness instantly, even as his heart thrilled to her frank avowal.
"This is so strange I can hardly realize the truth," he said gravely.
"But, dear one, we must talk elsewhere, and not here. Life was never before worth so much as it is now, and every instant we waste here may mean capture and death. Come, there are two ponies at the mouth of the valley."