John Mark bowed with a sardonic smile, but his face was colorless.
Plainly he had been hard hit. "Later on," he continued, "we"ll see more of each other, I expect--a great deal more, Doone."
"It"s something I"ll sure wait for," said Ronicky savagely. "I got more than one little thing to talk over with you, Mark. Maybe about some of them we"ll have to do more than talking. Good-by. Lady, I"ll be waiting for you down by the front door of the house."
Caroline Smith nodded, flung one frightened and appealing glance to Ruth Tolliver for direction, then hurried out to her room to dress.
Ronicky Doone turned back to Ruth.
"In my part of the country," he said simply, "they"s some gents we know sort of casual, and some gents we have for friends. Once in a while you b.u.mp into somebody that"s so straight and square-shooting that you"d like to have him for a partner. If you were out West, lady, and if you were a man--well, I"d pick you for a partner, because you"ve sure played straight and square with me tonight."
He turned, hesitated, and, facing her again, caught up her hand, touched it to his lips, then hurried past John Mark and through the doorway. They could hear his rapid footfalls descending the stairs, and John Mark was thoughtful indeed. He was watching Ruth Tolliver, as she stared down at her hand. When she raised her head and met the glance of the leader she flushed slowly to the roots of her hair.
"Yes," muttered John Mark, still thoughtfully and half to himself, "there"s really true steel in him. He"s done more against me in one half hour than any other dozen men in ten years."
Chapter Fourteen
_Her Little Joke_
A brief ten minutes of waiting beside the front door of the house, and then Ronicky Doone heard a swift pattering of feet on the stairs.
Presently the girl was moving very slowly toward him down the hall.
Plainly she was bitterly afraid when she came beside him, under the dim hall light. She wore that same black hat, turned back from her white face, and the red flower beside it was a dull, uncertain blur. Decidedly she was pretty enough to explain Bill Gregg"s sorrow.
Ronicky gave her no chance to think twice. She was in the very act of murmuring something about a change of mind, when he opened the door and, stepping out into the starlight, invited her with a smile and a gesture to follow. In a moment they were in the freshness of the night air. He took her arm, and they pa.s.sed slowly down the steps. At the bottom she turned and looked anxiously at the house.
"Lady," murmured Ronicky, "they"s nothing to be afraid of. We"re going to walk right up and down this street and never get out of sight of the friends you got in this here house."
At the word "friends" she shivered slightly, and he added: "Unless you want to go farther of your own free will."
"No, no!" she exclaimed, as if frightened by the very prospect.
"Then we won"t. It"s all up to you. You"re the boss, and I"m the cow-puncher, lady."
"But tell me quickly," she urged. "I--I have to go back. I mustn"t stay out too long."
"Starting right in at the first," Ronicky said, "I got to tell you that Bill has told me pretty much everything that ever went on between you two. All about the correspondence-school work and about the letters and about the pictures."
"I don"t understand," murmured the girl faintly.
But Ronicky diplomatically raised his voice and went on, as if he had not heard her. "You know what he"s done with that picture of yours?"
"No," she said faintly.
"He got the biggest nugget that he"s ever taken out of the dirt. He got it beaten out into the right shape, and then he made a locket out of it and put your picture in it, and now he wears it around his neck, even when he"s working at the mine."
Her breath caught. "That silly, cheap snapshot!"
She stopped. She had admitted everything already, and she had intended to be a very sphinx with this strange Westerner.
"It was only a joke," she said. "I--I didn"t really mean to--"
"Do you know what that joke did?" asked Ronicky. "It made two men fight, then cross the continent together and get on the trail of a girl whose name they didn"t even know. They found the girl, and then she said she"d forgotten--but no, I don"t mean to blame you. There"s something queer behind it all. But I want to explain one thing. The reason that Bill didn"t get to that train wasn"t because he didn"t try. He did try. He tried so hard that he got into a fight with a gent that tried to hold him up for a few words, and Bill got shot off his hoss."
"Shot?" asked the girl. "Shot?"
Suddenly she was clutching his arm, terrified at the thought. She recovered herself at once and drew away, eluding the hand of Ronicky. He made no further attempt to detain her.
But he had lifted the mask and seen the real state of her mind; and she, too, knew that the secret was discovered. It angered her and threw her instantly on the aggressive.
"I tell you what I guessed from the window," said Ronicky. "You went down to the street, all prepared to meet up with poor old Bill--"
"Prepared to meet him?" She started up at Ronicky. "How in the world could I ever guess--"
She was looking up to him, trying to drag his eyes down to hers, but Ronicky diplomatically kept his attention straight ahead.
"You couldn"t guess," he suggested, "but there was someone who could guess for you. Someone who pretty well knew we were in town, who wanted to keep you away from Bill because he was afraid--"
"Of what?" she demanded sharply.
"Afraid of losing you."
This seemed to frighten her. "What do you know?" she asked.
"I know this," he answered, "that I think a girl like you, all in all, is too good for any man. But, if any man ought to have her, it"s the gent that is fondest of her. And Bill is terrible fond of you, lady--he don"t think of nothing else. He"s grown thin as a ghost, longing for you."
"So he sends another man to risk his life to find me and tell me about it?" she demanded, between anger and sadness.
"He didn"t send me--I just came. But the reason I came was because I knew Bill would give up without a fight."
"I hate a man who won"t fight," said the girl.
"It"s because he figures he"s so much beneath you," said Ronicky. "And, besides, he can"t talk about himself. He"s no good at that at all. But, if it comes to fighting, lady, why, he rode a couple of hosses to death and stole another and had a gunfight, all for the sake of seeing you, when a train pa.s.sed through a town."
She was speechless.
"So I thought I"d come," said Ronicky Doone, "and tell you the insides of things, the way I knew Bill wouldn"t and couldn"t, but I figure it don"t mean nothing much to you."
She did not answer directly. She only said: "Are men like this in the West? Do they do so much for their friends?"
"For a gent like Bill Gregg, that"s simple and straight from the shoulder, they ain"t nothing too good to be done for him. What I"d do for him he"d do mighty p.r.o.nto for me, and what he"d do for me--well, don"t you figure that he"d do ten times as much for the girl he loves?
Be honest with me," said Ronicky Doone. "Tell me if Bill means anymore to you than any stranger?"
"No--yes."
"Which means simply yes. But how much more, lady?"