Expertly Mrs. Burr stripped the wrappings from Loudon"s ankle.
"Thought so!" she grunted, and took the dishpan from its hook.
"Is it very bad?" queried Kate.
"Not near so bad as he"s tryin" to make it with his hoppin" "round.
Land alive! He"ll be lucky if it ain"t lame the rest of his life.
Now, Tom, I"m goin" to use hotter water"n I did before. Yuh deserve to have that foot good an" scalded, yuh do. I"ll get the swellin" down, too, if I have to parboil yuh. Don"t yuh make no mistake about that.
Say, I don"t see how steppin" on this here could "a" made yuh faint, unless---- Say, Tom, when did yuh eat last?"
"Why, ma"am, I don"t--well, I guess it was yesterday some time."
Kate uttered a soft exclamation.
"Yesterday some time!" cried Mrs. Burr, hurrying to the stove.
"Yesterday mornin" too, I"ll bet. I might "a" knowed it. You fellers didn"t take much grub with yuh when yuh went north. An" I never thought to ask when yuh et last. A sprained ankle, a fifty-mile ride, an" nothin" to eat on top of it. No wonder yuh fainted. Yuh poor feller. An" here I been a-callin" yuh all kinds o" names. We won"t wait for Dorothy. I"ll have somethin" to eat for yuh in a minute."
"No hurry, ma"am," remarked Loudon. "I ain"t a bit hungry."
"Kate," said Mrs. Burr, paying him no attention, "cut some bread, will yuh, an" start feedin" him. The b.u.t.ter"s yonder."
Fifteen minutes later Loudon was sitting at the table devouring steak and potatoes. He was hungry. With great satisfaction Mrs. Burr watched him tuck away the food.
"There," she announced, filling his coffee cup for the second time, "I guess that"ll hold yuh for awhile. I"ll just set the coffeepot back on the stove an" Kate can give yuh some more when yuh want it. I"m goin"
down street a minute."
When Mrs. Burr had gone Kate sat down opposite Loudon and locked her fingers under her chin. Loudon steadfastly kept his eyes glued to his plate. Confound the girl! Why must she pursue him in this brazen fashion? Couldn"t she realize--but apparently she realized nothing save the importance of her own desires. Man-like, Loudon hardened his heart. Curiously enough, the strictly impersonal tone of Kate"s opening remark gave him a distinct feeling of annoyance.
"Isn"t Mrs. Burr great?" said Kate.
"Sh.o.r.e," mumbled Loudon.
"And Dorothy, too. I like her an awful lot. She came over to Lil"s this morning, and we sewed and gossiped, and had a perfectly lovely time. She--Dorothy, I mean--showed me a new st.i.tch--but, of course, you aren"t interested in embroidery. Tell me, how do you like the new job?"
"All right."
"I"m glad. Is Mr. Mackenzie a good boss?"
"Fine. Couldn"t beat him--that is--er--yore dad always treated me white."
"I know," nodded Kate, her black eyes twinkling. "Don"t apologize. I quarrel with Dad myself sometimes. Tom," she added, her expression sobering, "have you had any news from Farewell lately?"
"Ain"t heard a word since I left. Why?"
"I received a letter from Dad to-day. He says there"s a warrant for rustling out for you."
"That"s good hearin"," said Loudon, cheerfully. "I"m one popular jigger in the Lazy River country. They just can"t get along without me, can they?"
"Apparently not. Dad told me to tell you. Listen, it isn"t generally known in Farewell or anywhere else in Fort Creek County, for that matter, that a warrant is out for you. It was issued by Judge Allison in Marysville. Block"s keeping it as dark as possible."
"Goin" to spring it on me when I ain"t lookin", I suppose. He won"t try fetchin" any warrant up here, that"s a cinch."
"Hardly. I always hated that man."
"I never liked him a whole lot, neither. Say, how did yore dad hear about that warrant?"
"He didn"t say, but I imagine somebody in Marysville wrote him. He has friends there, you know."
"I didn"t know, but I"m sh.o.r.e glad he has. Next time yuh write yuh might thank yore dad for me."
"I will, of course. I"m awfully glad you"re safe up here, Tom. All the straight people in the Lazy River country know you didn"t have any hand in the branding of those Crossed Dumbbell cattle, but that doesn"t help much when Block and his friends are in the majority."
"Yo"re right, it don"t; but I got to go to Farewell anyway in about five weeks."
"What?" Kate"s eyes widened with something very like fear.
"Sh.o.r.e," nodded Loudon. "I got a little business to attend to that can"t be put off."
"Put it off," begged Kate, stretching out a pleading hand. "Put it off, Tom. You mustn"t--you can"t go back to Farewell now. Some day everything will be all right again, and then you can go back. But not now, Tom. Your life is much more important than any silly business.
Please wait."
"Can"t be did," said Loudon with finality. "I just got to go, an"
that"s all there is to it."
"But, Tom," cried Kate, "don"t you understand? They"ll--they"ll h-hang you."
"They"ll have to catch me first. "Tain"t legal otherwise."
"Oh, how can you make fun? I could cry. I could, indeed. I will, too, in a minute--only, you are fooling, aren"t you? You don"t really intend to go back."
"I never fool. Dunno how. I"m goin" back, an" if Farewell gets gay, why, I"ll just naturally rope that village o" tinhorns an" scatter it over a full section o" land. That"ll cure "em o" gettin" out warrants for peaceable folks, won"t it now?"
CHAPTER XV
A HIDDEN TRAIL
A pounding at his door woke Loudon in the morning.
""Lo," he called, sleepily.
"Time for yore dinner!" shouted Mrs. Burr through the panels. "It"s noon."
"I"ll get right up."
"Yuh will not. Yuh"ll stay right where yuh are. I"m comin" in."