"This room was reserved--"
"Pish! keep that explanation for some one else. You wanted the room for some purpose. Who have you got out there?" she pointed at the window.
"Whether there be any one or not," he answered, leaning against the window frame, and thus barring the pa.s.sage, "I fail to see wherein you are concerned."
She laughed.
"Which remark is equivalent to a confession. Dave," suddenly changing, "why should we quarrel, and misjudge each other? You cannot suppose I have forgotten the past, or am indifferent. Cannot you forgive the mistake of a thoughtless girl? Is there any reason why we should not be, at least, friendly?"
There was an appeal in her voice, but the man"s face did not respond.
"I cannot say that I feel any bitterness over the past," he answered lightly. "I am willing enough to blot that out. What I am interested in is the present. I should like to understand your purpose here at Dodge."
"Surely that is sufficiently clear. I am merely an exile from home, on account of Indian depredations. What more natural than that I should take refuge in my uncle"s house."
"You mean Major McDonald?"
"Certainly--he was my mother"s only brother."
"I think I have heard somewhere that the Major"s only sister married a man named Counts."
She drew in her breath sharply.
"Yes, of course--her first husband."
"You were a daughter then of her first marriage?"
"Of course."
"But a.s.sumed the name of Carson when she married again?"
"That was when you met me."
"The change was natural enough," he went on.
"But why did you also become Vera in place of Sarah?"
"Oh, is that it? Well, never attempt to account for the vagaries of a girl," she returned lightly, as though dismissing the subject. "I presume I took a fancy to the prettier name. But how did you know?"
"Garrison rumor picks up nearly everything, and it is not very kind to you, Mrs. Dupont. I hope I am doing you a favor in saying this. Your rather open flirtation with Lieutenant Gaskins is common talk, even among enlisted men, and I have heard that your relations with Major McDonald are peculiar."
"Indeed!" with a rising inflection of the voice. "How kind of you, and so delicately expressed." She laughed. "And poor Major McDonald!
Really, that is ridiculous. Could you imagine my flirting with him?"
"I have no recollection of using that term in this connection. But you have strange influence over him. For some reason the man is apparently afraid of you."
"Afraid of me? Oh, no! Some one has been fooling you, Dave. I am merely Major McDonald"s guest. I wonder who told you that? Shall I guess?"
Before he could realize her purpose the woman took a hasty step forward, and swept aside the curtain, thrusting her head past to where she could gain a view outside. Hamlin pressed her back with one hand, planting himself squarely before the window. She met his eyes spitefully.
"I was mistaken this time," she acknowledged, drawing away, "but I "d like to know why you were so anxious to prevent my looking out. Do you know whom I thought you had there?"
"As you please," rejoicing that the girl had escaped notice.
"That little snip of a Molly. You made a hit with her all right, and she certainly don"t like me. Well, delightful as it is to meet you again, I must be going." She turned away, and then paused to add over her shoulder. "Don"t you think it would be just as safe for you to attend to your own business, Sergeant Hamlin?"
"And let you alone?"
"Exactly; and let me alone. I am hardly the sort of woman it is safe to play with. It will be worth your while to remember that."
He waited, motionless, until a.s.sured that she had pa.s.sed down the hall as far as the door of the dining-room. The sound of shuffling chairs evidenced the breaking up of the party, in preparation to return to the ballroom. If Miss McDonald"s absence were to escape observation, she would have to slip out now and rejoin the others as they left the house. He again turned down the light, and held back the curtain.
"The way is clear now, Miss Molly."
There was no response, no movement. He stepped outside, thinking the girl must have failed to hear him. The porch was empty. He stepped from one end to the other, making sure she was not crouching in the darkness, scarcely able to grasp the fact of her actual disappearance.
This, then, was why Mrs. Dupont had failed to see any one when she glanced out. But where could the girl have gone? How gotten away? He had heard no sound behind him; not even the rustle of a skirt to betray movement. It was not far to the ground, five or six feet, perhaps; it would be perfectly safe for one to lower the body over the rail and drop. The matted prairie gra.s.s under foot would render the act noiseless. No doubt that was exactly the way the escape had been accomplished. Alarmed by the presence of those others, suspecting that the woman within would insist on learning whom Hamlin was attempting to conceal, possibly overhearing enough of their conversation to become frightened at the final outcome, Miss McDonald, in sudden desperation, had surmounted the rail, and dropped to the ground. The rest would be easy--to hasten around the side of the house, and slip in through the front door.
a.s.sured that this must be the full explanation, the Sergeant"s cheerfulness returned. The company of officers and guests had already filed out through the hall; he could hear voices laughing and talking in the street, and the band tuning up their instruments across in the dance hall. He would go over and make certain of her presence, then his mind would be at ease. He pa.s.sed out through the deserted hallway, and glanced in at the dining-room, where a number of men were gathering up the dishes. Beyond this the barroom was crowded, a riffraff lined up before the sloppy bar, among these a number in uniform--unattached officers who had loitered behind to quench their thirst. Hamlin drank little, but lingered a moment just inside the doorway, to observe who was present. Unconsciously he was searching for Dupont, half inclined to pick a quarrel deliberately with the fellow or with Connors, determined if he found the little rat alone to frighten whatever knowledge he possessed out of him. But neither worthy appeared.
Having a.s.sured himself of their absence, Hamlin turned to depart, but found himself facing a little man with long hair, roughly dressed, who occupied the doorway. The hooked nose, and bright eyes, peering forth from a ma.s.s of untrimmed gray whiskers, were familiar.
"You keep the junk shop down by the express office, don"t you?"
"Yep," briskly, scenting business in the question. "I "m Kaplan; vot could I do for you--hey?"
"Answer a question if you will, friend. Do you recall selling a haversack to a traveller on the last stage out for Santa Fe in June?"
"Vel, I do" no; vas he a big fellow? Maybe de von vat vas killed--hey?"
"Yes; his name was Moylan, post-sutler at Fort Marcy."
"Maybe dot vos it. Why you vant to know--hey?"
"No harm to you, Kaplan," the Sergeant explained. "Only I picked it up out there after Moylan was killed, and discovered by some writing on the flap that it originally belonged to a friend of mine. I was curious to learn how it got into your hands."
The trader shrugged his shoulders.
"Vud it be worth a drink?" he asked cannily.
"Of course. Frank, give Kaplan whatever he wants. Now, fire away."
"Vel," and the fellow filled his gla.s.s deliberately, "It vas sold me six months before by a fellow vat had a black beard--"
"Dupont?"
"Dat vos de name ov de fellar, yes. Now I know it. I saw him here again soon. You know him?"
"By sight only; he is not the original owner, nor the man I am trying to trace. You know nothing of where he got the bag, I presume?"