Halfway down the path she stopped, her heart beating a little faster.
Could this wan and ragged man with the unkempt beard be Art Ridley, always so careful of his clothes and his personal appearance? She was a child of impulse. Her sympathy went out to him with a rush, and she streamed down the path to meet him. A strong, warm little hand pressed his. A flash of soft eyes irradiated him. On her lips was the tender smile that told him she was still his friend.
"Where in the world have you been?" she cried. "And what have you been doing to yourself?"
His blood glowed at the sweetness of her generosity.
"I"ve been--camping."
With the shyness and the boldness of a child she pushed home her friendliness. "Why don"t you ever come to see a fellow any more?"
He did not answer that, but plunged at his mission. "Miss Ramona, I"ve got bad news for you. Your father has been hurt--not very badly, I think. He told me to tell you that the wound was only a slight one."
"Mona went white to the lips. "How?" she whispered.
"The Dinsmores shot him. The men are bringing him here."
He caught her in his arms as she reeled. For a moment her little head lay against his shoulder and her heart beat against his.
"A trifling flesh-wound, your father called it," went on Ridley. "He said you were to get a bed ready for him, and fix bandages."
She steadied herself and beat back the wave of weakness that had swept over her.
"Yes," she said. "I"ll tell Aunt. Have they sent for the doctor?"
"Quint Sullivan went."
A wagon creaked. "Mona flew into the house to tell her aunt, and out again to meet her father. Her little ankles flashed down the road. Agile as a boy, she climbed into the back of the buckboard.
"Oh, Dad!" she cried in a broken little voice, and her arms went round him in a pa.s.sion of love.
He was hurt worse than he was willing to admit to her.
"It"s all right, honeybug. Doc Bridgman will fix me up fine. Yore old dad is a mighty live sinner yet."
Ridley helped Jumbo carry the cattleman into the house. As he came out, the doctor pa.s.sed him going in.
Ridley slipped away in the gathering darkness and disappeared.
CHAPTER XVII
OLD-TIMERS
As soon as Captain Ellison heard of what had happened at Tascosa, he went over on the stage from Mobeetie to look at the situation himself.
He dropped in at once to see his old friends the Wadleys. Ramona opened the door to him.
"Uncle Jim!" she cried, and promptly disappeared in his arms for a hug and a kiss.
The Ranger Captain held her off and examined the lovely flushed face.
"Dog it, you get prettier every day you live. I wisht I was thirty years younger. I"d make some of these lads get a move on "em."
"I wish you were," she laughed. "They need some compet.i.tion to make them look at me. None of them would have a chance then--even if they wanted it."
"I believe that. I got to believe it to keep my self-respect. It"s all the consolation we old-timers have got. How"s Clint?"
"Better. You should hear him swear under his breath because the doctor won"t let him smoke more than two pipes a day, and because we won"t let him eat whatever he wants to. He"s worse than a sore bear," said Ramona proudly.
"Lead me to him."
A moment later the Ranger and the cattleman were shaking hands. They had been partners in their youth, had fought side by side in the Civil War, and had shot plains Indians together at Adobe Walls a few years since.
They were so close to each other that they could quarrel whenever they chose, which they frequently did.
"How, old-timer!" exclaimed the Ranger Captain.
"Starved to death. They feed me nothin" but slops--soup an" gruel an"
custard an" milk-toast. Fine for a full-grown man, ain"t it? Jim, you go out an" get me a big steak an" cook it in boilin" grease on a camp-fire, an" I"ll give you a deed to the A T O."
"To-morrow, Clint. The Doc says--"
"_Manana!_ That"s what they all say. Is this Mexico or G.o.d"s country?
What I want, I want now."
"You always did--an" you "most always got it too," said Ellison, his eyes twinkling reminiscently.
"Mona shook a warning finger at her father. "Well, he won"t get it now.
He"ll behave, too, or he"ll not get his pipe to-night."
The sick man grinned. "See how she bullies a poor old man, Jim. I"m worse than that Lear fellow in the play--most henpecked father you ever did see."
"Will she let you talk?"
"He may talk to you, Uncle Jim."
"What did I tell you?" demanded the big cattleman from the bed with the mock bitterness that was a part of the fun they both enjoyed. "You see, I got to get her permission. I"m a slave."
"That"s what a nurse is for, Clint. You want to be glad you got the sweetest one in Texas." The Captain patted Ramona affectionately on the shoulder before he pa.s.sed to the business of the day. "I want to know about all these ructions in Tascosa. Tell me the whole story."
They told him. He listened in silence till they had finished, asked a question or two, and made one comment.
"That boy Roberts of mine is sure some go-getter."
"He"ll do," conceded the cattleman. "That lucky shot of his--the one that busted Dinsmore"s arm--certainly saved my life later."
"Lucky shot!" exploded Ellison. "And you just through tellin" me how he plugged the dollars in the air! Doggone it, I want you to know there was no darned luck about it! My boys are the best shots in Texas."