Since the death of her father she considered Garcia the head of her family in New Mexico; and Coronado had had the face to tell her that he made his offer with the approval of Garcia. Then she was under supposed obligations to him, and he was to be her protector across the desert.
She was as it were reeling in her saddle, when a truly Spanish idea saved her.
"Munoz!" she exclaimed. "Coronado, you forget my grandfather. He should know of this."
Although the man was unaccustomed to start, he drew back as if a ghost had confronted him; and even when he recovered from his transitory emotion, he did not at first know how to answer her. It would not do to say, "Munoz is dead," and much less to add, "You are his heir."
"We are Americans," he at last argued. "Spanish customs are dead and buried. Can"t you speak for yourself on a matter which concerns you and me alone?"
"Coronado, I think it would not be right," she replied, holding firmly to her position. "It is probable that my grandfather would be better pleased to have this matter referred to him. I ought to consider him, and you must let me do so."
"I submit," he bowed, seeing that there was no help for it, and deciding to make a grace of necessity. "It pains me, but I submit. Let me hope that you will not let this pa.s.s from your mind. Some day, when it is proper, I shall speak again."
He was not wholly dissatisfied, for he trusted that henceforward her head would be full of him, and he had not much hoped to gain more in a first effort.
"I shall always be proud and gratified at the compliment you have paid me," was her reply to his last request.
"You deserve many such compliments," he said, gravely courteous and quite sincere.
Then they cantered back in silence to meet the advancing train.
Yes, Coronado was partly satisfied. He believed that he had gained a firmer footing among the girl"s thoughts and emotions than had been gained by Thurstane. In a degree he was right. No sensitive, and pure, and good girl can receive her first offer without being much moved by it. The man who has placed himself at her feet will affect her strongly. She may begin to dread him, or begin to like him more than before; but she cannot remain utterly indifferent to him. The probability is that, unless subsequent events make him disagreeable to her, she will long accord him a measure of esteem and grat.i.tude.
For two or three days, while Clara was thinking much of Coronado, he gave her less than usual of his society. Believing that her mind was occupied with him, that she was wondering whether he were angry, unhappy, etc., he remained a good deal apart, wrapped himself in sadness, and trusted that time would do much for him. Had there been no rival, the plan would have been a good one; but Ralph Thurstane being present, it was less successful.
Ralph had already become more of a favorite than any one knew, even the young lady herself; and now that he found chances for long talks and short gallops with her, he got on better than ever. He was just the kind of youngster a girl of eighteen would naturally like to have ride by her side. He was handsome; at any rate, he was the handsomest man she had seen in the desert, and the desert was just then her sphere of society. You could see in his figure how strong he was, and in his face how brave he was. He was a good fellow, too; "tendir and trew" as the Douglas of the ballad; sincere, frank, thoroughly truthful and honorable. Every way he seemed to be that being that a woman most wants, a potential and devoted protector. Whenever Clara looked in his face her eyes said, without her knowledge, "I trust you."
Now, as we have already stated, Thurstane"s eyes were uncommonly fine and expressive. Of the very darkest blue that ever was seen in anybody"s head, and shaded, moreover, by remarkably long chestnut lashes, they had the advantages of both blue eyes and black ones, being as gentle as the one and as fervent as the other. Accordingly, a sort of optical conversation commenced between the two young people. Every time that Clara"s glance said, "I trust you," Thurstane"s responded, "I will die for you." It was a perilous sort of dialogue, and liable to involve the two souls which looked out from these sparkling, transparent windows. Before long the Lieutenant"s modest heart took courage, and his stammering tongue began to be loosed somewhat, so that he uttered things which frightened both him and Clara. Not that the remarks were audacious in themselves, but he was conscious of so much unexpressed meaning behind them, and she was so ready to guess that there might be such a meaning!
It seems ridiculous that a fellow who could hold his head straight up before a storm of cannon shot, should be positively bashful. Yet so it was. The boy had been through West Point, to be sure; but he had studied there, and not flirted; the Academy had not in any way demoralized him. On the whole, in spite of swearing under gross provocation, and an inclination toward strictness in discipline, he answered pretty well for a Bayard.
His bashfulness was such, at least in the presence of Clara, that he trembled to the tips of his fingers in merely making this remark: "Miss Van Diemen, this journey is the pleasantest thing in my whole life."
Clara blushed until she dazzled him and seemed to burn herself.
Nevertheless she was favored with her usual childlike artlessness of speech, and answered, "I am glad you find it agreeable."
Nothing more from Ralph for a minute; he was recovering his breath and self-possession.
"You cannot think how much safer I feel because you and your men are with us," said Clara.
Thurstane unconsciously gripped the handle of his sabre, with a feeling that he could and would ma.s.sacre all the Indians of the desert, if it were necessary to preserve her from harm.
"Yes, you may rely upon my men, too," he declared. "They have a sort of adoration for you."
"Have they?" asked Clara, with a frank smile of pleasure. "I wonder at it.
I hardly notice them. I ought to, they seem so patient and trusty."
"Ah, a lady!" said Thurstane. "A good soldier will die any time for a lady."
Then he wondered how she could have failed to guess that she must be worshipped by these rough men for her beauty.
"I have overheard them talking about you," he went on, gratified at being able to praise her to her face, though in the speech of others. "Little Sweeny says, in his Irish brogue, "I can march twic"t as fur for the seein" av her!""
"Oh! did he?" laughed Clara. "I must carry Sweeny"s musket for him some time."
"Don"t, if you please," said Thurstane, the disciplinarian rising in him.
"You would spoil him for the service."
"Can"t I send him a dish from our table?"
"That would just suit his case. He hasn"t got broken to hard-tack yet."
"Miss Van Diemen," was his next remark, "do you know what you are to do, if we are attacked?"
"I am to get into a wagon."
"Into which wagon?"
"Into my aunt"s."
"Why into that one?"
"So as to have all the ladies together."
"When you have got into the wagon, what next?"
"Lie down on the floor to protect myself from the arrows."
"Very good," laughed Thurstane. "You say your tactics well."
This catechism had been put and recited every day since he had joined the train. The putting of it was one of the Lieutenant"s duties and pleasures; and, notwithstanding its prophecy of peril, Clara enjoyed it almost as much as he.
Well, we have heard these two talk, and much in their usual fashion. Not great souls as yet: they may indeed become such some day; but at present they are only mature in moral power and in capacity for mighty emotions.
Information, mental development, and conversational ability hereafter.
In one way or another two or three of these tete-a-tetes were brought about every day. Thurstane wanted them all the time; would have been glad to make life one long dialogue with Miss Van Diemen; found an aching void in every moment spent away from her. Clara, too, in spite of maidenly struggles with herself, began to be of this way of feeling. Wonderful place the Great American Desert for falling in love!
Coronado soon guessed, and with good reason, that the seed which he had sown in the girl"s mind was being replaced by other germs, and that he had blundered in trusting that she would think of him while she was talking with Thurstane. The fear of losing her increased his pa.s.sion for her, and made him hate his rival with correlative fervor.
"Why don"t you find a chance at that fellow?" he muttered to his bravo, Texas Smith.
"How the h--l kin I do it?" growled the bushwhacker, feeling that his intelligence and courage were unjustly called in question. "He"s allays around the train, an" his sojers allays handy. I hain"t had nary chance."
"Take him off on a hunt."
"He ain"t a gwine. I reckon he knows himself. I"m afeard to praise huntin"
much to him; he might get on my trail. Tell you these army chaps is resky.
I never wanted to meddle with them kind o" close. You know I said so. I said so, fair an" square, I did."