CHAPTER V
THEIR OWN DECEIVINGS
Johnny Ramsay was put to bed in the Bar S ranch house. Kate Saltoun promptly installed herself as nurse. Loudon, paid off by the now regretful Mr. Saltoun, took six hours" sleep and then rode away on Ranger to notify the Cross-in-a-box of Ramsay"s wounding.
An angry man was Richie, manager of the Cross-in-a-box, when he heard what Loudon had to say.
The following day Loudon and Richie rode to the Bar S. On Loudon"s mentioning that he was riding no longer for the Bar S, Richie immediately hired him. He knew a good man, did Jack Richie of the Cross-in-a-box.
When they arrived at the Bar S they found Johnny Ramsay conscious, but very weak. His weakness was not surprising. He had lost a great deal of blood. He grinned wanly at Loudon and Richie.
"You mustn"t stay long," announced Miss Saltoun, firmly, smoothing the bed-covering.
"We won"t, ma"am," said Richie. "Who shot yuh, Johnny?"
"I dunno," replied the patient. "I was just a-climbin" aboard my hoss when I heard a shot behind me an" I felt a pain in my neck. I pulled my six-shooter an" whirled, an" I got in one shot at a gent on a hoss.
He fired before I did, an" it seems to me there was another shot off to the left. Anyway, the lead got me on the side of the head an" that"s all I know."
"Who was the gent on the hoss?" Loudon asked.
"I dunno, Tom. I hadn"t more"n whirled when he fired, an" the smoke hid his face. It all come so quick. I fired blind. Yuh see the chunk in my neck kind o" dizzied me, an" that rap on the head comin" on top of it, why, I wouldn"t "a" knowed my own brother ten feet away. I"m all right now. In a couple o" weeks I"ll be ridin" the range again."
"Sh.o.r.e yuh will," said Loudon. "An" the sooner the quicker. You"ve got a good nurse."
"I sh.o.r.e have," smiled Johnny, gazing with adoring eyes at Kate Saltoun.
"That will be about all," remarked Miss Saltoun. "He"s talked enough for one day. Get out now, the both of you, and don"t fall over anything and make a noise. I"m not going to have my patient disturbed."
Loudon went down to the bunkhouse for his dinner. After the meal, while waiting for Richie, who was lingering with Mr. Saltoun, he strove to obtain a word with Kate. But she informed him that she could not leave her patient.
"See you later," said Miss Saltoun. "You mustn"t bother me now."
And she shooed him out and closed the door. Loudon returned to the bunkhouse and sat down on the bench near the kitchen. Soon Jimmy appeared with a pan of potatoes and waxed loquacious as was his habit.
"Who plugged Johnny? That"s what I"d like to know," wondered Jimmy.
"Here! leave them Hogans be! They"re to eat, not to jerk at the windmill. I never seen such a kid as you. Yo"re worse than Chuck Morgan, an" he"s just a natural-born fool. Oh, all right. I ain"t a-goin" to talk to yuh if yuh can"t act decent."
Jimmy picked up his pan of potatoes and withdrew with dignity. The grin faded from Loudon"s mouth, and he gazed worriedly at the ground between his feet.
What would Kate say to him? Would she be willing to wait? She had certainly encouraged him, but---- Premonitory and unpleasant shivers crawled up and down Loudon"s spinal column. Proposing was a strange and novel business with him. He had never done such a thing before.
He felt as one feels who is about to step forth into the unknown. For he was earnestly and honestly very much in love. It is only your philanderer who enters upon a proposal with cold judgment and a calm heart.
Half an hour later Loudon saw Kate at the kitchen window. He was up in an instant and hurrying toward the kitchen door. Kate was busy at the stove when he entered. Over her shoulder she flung him a charming smile, stirred the contents of a saucepan a moment longer, then clicked on the cover and faced him.
"Kate," said Loudon, "I"m quittin" the Bar S."
"Quitting? Oh, why?" Miss Saltoun"s tone was sweetly regretful.
"Lot o" reasons. I"m ridin" for the Cross-in-a-box now."
He took a step forward and seized her hand. It lay in his, limp, unresponsive. Of which lack of sympathetic warmth he was too absorbed to be conscious.
"Kate," he pursued, "I ain"t got nothin" now but my forty a month. But I sh.o.r.e love yuh a lot. Will yuh wait for me till I make enough for the two of us? Look at me, Kate. I won"t always be a punch. I"ll make money, an" if I know yo"re a-waitin" for me, I"ll make it all the faster."
According to recognized precedent Kate should have fallen into his arms. But she did nothing of the kind. She disengaged her fingers and drew back a step, ingenuous surprise written large on her countenance.
Pure art, of course, and she did it remarkably well.
"Why, Tom," she breathed, "I wasn"t expecting this. I didn"t dream, I----"
"That"s all right," Loudon broke in. "I"m tellin" yuh I love yuh, honey. Will yuh wait for me? Yuh don"t have to say yuh love me. I"ll take a chance on yore lovin" me later. Just say yuh"ll wait, will yuh, honey?"
"Oh, Tom, I can"t!"
"Yuh can"t! Why not? Don"t love anybody else, do yuh?"
"Oh, I can"t, Tom," evaded Kate. "I don"t think I could ever love you.
I like you--oh, a great deal. You"re a dear boy, Tommy, but--you can"t make yourself love any one."
"Yuh won"t have to make yoreself. I"ll make yuh love me. Just give me a chance, honey. That"s all I want. I"d be good to yuh, Kate, an" I"d spend my time tryin" to make yuh happy. We"d get along. I know we would. Say yes. Give me a chance."
Kate returned to the table and leaned against it, arms at her sides, her hands gripping the table-edge. It was a pose calculated to display her figure to advantage. She had practised it frequently. Kate Saltoun was running true to form.
"Tom," she said, her voice low and appealing, "Tom, I never had any idea you loved me. And I"m awfully sorry I can"t love you. Truly, I am. But we can be friends, can"t we?"
"Friends! Friends!" The words were like a curse.
"Why not?"
Loudon, head lowered, looked at her under his eyebrows.
"Then it all didn"t mean nothin"?" He spoke with an effort.
"All? All what? What do you mean?"
"Yuh know what I mean. You"ve been awful nice to me. Yuh always acted like yuh enjoyed havin" me around. An" I thought yuh liked me--a little. An" it didn"t mean nothin" "cept we can be friends. Friends!"
Again the word sounded like a curse. Loudon turned his head and stared unseeingly out of the window. He raised his hand and pushed his hair back from his forehead. A great misery was in his heart. Kate, for once in her life swayed by honest impulse, stepped forward and laid a hand on his arm.
"Don"t take it so hard, Tom," she begged.
Loudon"s eyes slid around and gazed down into her face. Kate was a remarkably handsome girl, but she had never appeared so alluring as she did at that moment.
Loudon stared at the vivid dark eyes, the parted lips, and the tilted chin. Her warm breath fanned his neck. The moment was tense, fraught with possibilities, and--Kate smiled. Even a bloodless cuc.u.mber would have been provoked. And Loudon was far from being a cuc.u.mber.
His long arms swept out and about her body, and he crushed her gasping against his chest. Once, twice, three times he kissed her mouth, then, his grasp relaxing, she wrenched herself free and staggered back against the table. Panting, hands clenched at her throat, she faced him. Loudon stood swaying, his great frame trembling.
"Kate! Oh, Kate!" he cried, and stretched out his arms.