"Tonight."
"Your friends won"t let you go."
"I"ll steal away and leave a note behind me."
"And you"ll go alone?"
She caught at a hope.
"Unless you"ll go with me, d.i.c.k?"
"I? Take you--to Pierre?"
She did not speak to urge him, but in the silence her beauty pleaded for her.
He said: "Mary, how lovely you are. If I go I will have you for a few days--for a week at most, all to myself."
She shook her head. From the window behind her the sunset light flared in her hair, flooding it with red-gold.
"All the time that we are gone, you will never say things like this, d.i.c.k?"
"I suppose not. I should be near you, but terribly far away from your thoughts all the while. Still, you will be near. You will be very beautiful, Mary, riding up the trail through the pines, with all the scents of the evergreens blowing about you, and I--well, I must go back to a second childhood and play a game of suppose--"
"A game of what?"
"Of supposing that you are really mine, Mary, and riding out into the wilderness for my sake."
She stepped a little closer, peering into his face.
"No matter what you suppose, I"m sure you"ll leave that part of it merely a game, d.i.c.k!"
He laughed suddenly, though the sound broke off as short and sharp as it began.
"Haven"t I played a game all my life with the fair ladies? And have I anything to show for it except laughter? I"ll go with you, Mary, if you"ll let me."
"d.i.c.k, you"ve a heart of gold! What shall I take?"
"I"ll make the pack up, and I"ll be back here an hour after dark and whistle. Like this--"
And he gave the call of Boone"s gang.
"I understand. I"ll be ready. Hurry, d.i.c.k, for we"ve very little time."
He hesitated, then: "All the time we"re on the trail you must be far from me, and at the end of it will be Pierre le Rouge--and happiness for you. Before we start, Mary, I"d like to--"
It seemed that she read his mind, for she slipped suddenly inside his arms, kissed him, and was gone from the room. He stood a moment with a hand raised to his face.
"After all," he muttered, "that"s enough to die for, and--" He threw up his long arms in a gesture of resignation.
"The will of G.o.d be done!" said Wilbur, and laughed again.
CHAPTER 26
She was ready, crouched close to the window of her room, when the signal came, but first she was not sure, because the sound was as faint as a memory. Moreover, it might have been a freakish whistling in the wind, which rose stronger and stronger. It had piled the thunder-clouds higher and higher, and now and again a heavy drop of rain tapped at her window like a thrown pebble.
So she waited, and at last heard the whistle a second time, unmistakably clear. In a moment she was hurrying down to the stable, climbed into the saddle, and rode at a cautious trot out among the sand-hills.
For a time she saw no one, and commenced to fear that the whole thing had been a gruesomely real, practical jest. So she stopped her horse and imitated the signal whistle as well as she could. It was repeated immediately behind her--almost in her ear, and she turned to make out the dark form of a tall horseman.
"A bad night for the start," called Wilbur. "Do you want to wait till tomorrow?"
She could not answer for a moment, the wind whipping against her face, while a big drop stung her lips.
She said at length: "Would a night like this stop Pierre--or McGurk?"
For answer she heard his laughter.
"Then I"ll start. I must never stop for weather."
He rode up beside her.
"This is the start of the finish."
"What do you mean?" "Nothing. But somewhere on this ride, I"ve an idea a question will be answered for me."
"What question?"
Instead of replying he said: "You"ve got a slicker on?"
"Yes."
"Then follow me. We"ll gallop into the wind a while and get the horses warmed up. Afterward we"ll take the valley of the Old Crow and follow it up to the crest of the range."
His horse lunged out ahead of hers, and she followed, leaning far forward against a wind that kept her almost breathless. For several minutes they cantered steadily, and before the end of the gallop she was sitting straight up, her heart beating fast, a faint smile on her lips, and the blood running hot in her veins. For the battle was begun, she knew, by that first sharp gallop, and here at the start she felt confident of her strength. When she met Pierre she could force him to turn back with her.
Wilbur checked his horse to a trot; they climbed a hill, and just as the rain broke on them with a rattling gust they swung into the valley of the Old Crow. Above them in the sky the thunder rode; the rain whipped against the rocks like the rattle of a thousand flying hoofs; and now and again the lightning flashed across the sky.
Through that vast accompaniment they moved on in the night straight toward the heart of the mountains which sprang into sight with every flash of the lightning and seemed toppling almost above them, yet they were weary miles away, as she knew.
By those same flashes she caught glimpses of the face of Wilbur. She hardly knew him. She had seen him always big, gentle, handsome, good-natured; now he was grown harder, with a stern set of the jaw, and a certain square outline of face. It had seemed impossible. Now she began to guess how the law could have placed a price upon his head. For he belonged out here with the night and the crash of the storm, with strong, lawless things about him. An awe grew in her, and she was filled half with dread and half with curiosity at the thought of facing him, as she must many a time, across the camp-fire.
In a way, he was the ladder by which she climbed to an understanding of Pierre le Rouge, Red Pierre. For that Pierre, she knew, was to big Wilbur what d.i.c.k himself was to the great ma.s.s of law-abiding men.
Accident had cut Wilbur adrift, but it was more than accident which started Pierre on the road to outlawry; it was the sheer love of dangerous chance, the glory in fighting other men. This was Pierre.
What was the man for whom Pierre hunted? What was McGurk? Not even the description of Wilbur had proved very enlightening. Her thought of him was vague, nebulous, and taking many forms. Sometimes he was tall and dark and stern. Again he was short and heavy and somewhat deformed of body. But always he was everywhere in the night about her.