"Well see if it is equal to this demand--What would be the consequences if you and I were to start off and scour the country "on our own hook,"
as people say?"
"I think "our hook" would draw two people after us," said Faith, looking very much amused and a little afraid of being overheard.
"That is a melancholy fact! And my self-indulgence needs to be kept in check. Miss Faith," he said dropping his voice still more, "Stranger regrets very much that he must now go through that figure of the cotillion called "Ladies change"!" And with a low and laughing bow, Mr.
Linden reined back his horse and returned to his former place with all the soberness that circ.u.mstances allowed.
There was no soberness whatever in the face with which Faith recommenced her tete-a-tete with Miss Harrison. The doctor was perfectly in order.
"I have been thinking," he said, "since my question of how the world went with you, what a very insignificant thing, as to extent, "_the world_" of any one person is."
"Compared with the universe," said Mr. Linden.
"What sort of a world have you got into?" said Dr. Harrison somewhat impatiently. "No--the actual extent of your and my consciousness--of that field of action and perception which we magnificently call our world! What a mighty limited field it is!"
"I think you describe it correctly," said Mr. Linden: "it is both mighty and limited. A little s.p.a.ce railed off for every man--and yet larger than that man can ever fill."
"It seems to me too insignificant to be worth filling."
"There is a little outlet on every side that makes it impossible to fill!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that while our action at every step touches other people, and their consequent action moves on with like effect, the limits of our power in this world can never be known."
"Will you think me impertinent if I ask once more what you mean?--or rather, ask you to enlarge a little?"
"If a man plants the first clover seed or thistle-down in some great continent," said Mr. Linden, "from whose little field is it, that in a hundred years the whole land bears thistles or clover?"
"It won"t," said the doctor, "if a hundred other things are sown at the same time. And so it seems to me in life--that one action is counteracted by another, universally,--and nothing makes anything!--of any avail."
"If _nothing_ is of any avail, things don"t counteract each other. You are proving my position."
The doctor smiled, not unpleasantly.
"I see," he said, "you can maintain any position you choose to take,--on the ground or in the air! I must give way to you on _this_ ground." And Dr. Harrison reined back his horse and came into Faith"s neighbourhood.
"Miss Derrick, the road is getting too contracted for such a procession--will you draw bridle?"
"I don"t want to ride behind, Dr. Harrison," said Faith looking laughingly back at him. "I"ll go on in front." Which she did, so briskly that the doctor had to bestir himself to come up with her.
"I didn"t know," he said, and he spoke somewhat in earnest,--"I didn"t know that you cared anything about eminence or preeminence."
"Didn"t you, Dr. Harrison?"
"_Do_ you?"
"I don"t know--" said Faith gravely. "Eminence?--yes, I should care very much for that, in some things. Not for preeminence, I think.
There"s Mr. Simlins!--and I must speak to him." Faith"s horse which had been on an easy canter, came to a stand; and so must the doctor. Mr.
Simlins too was on horseback.
"Mr. Simlins," said Faith after giving him her hand, "will you have half a day"s leisure Monday or Tuesday?"
"Leisure?" said the farmer with his best growl--"no, I sha"n"t have it if you take it."
"Do you think I may take it?"
"I don"t suppose there"s anybody that can hinder you," said Mr.
Simlins--"without excepting my own ident.i.ty. _I_ can"t. Do you want to go up yonder again?"
The doctor interposed to make offers of his father"s horses, carriage, and servants; but Faith quietly negatived them all.
"How did you get home the other night?" said the farmer. "Did you get over the river?" Then shifting his ground as Miss Harrison and Stranger came up into the group, he changed his question.
"I say Mr. Linden!--I heerd Quapaw creek was choked up the other night--how did you get home?"
"The same way I expect to now," said Mr. Linden. "How did _you_, Mr.
Simlins."
"The harness was all right," said Mr. Simlins--"if anything else was in a disorganized state, "twas somebody"s fault besides yourn. That lynch-pin made trouble though; it didn"t fit more places than one. Did you get across Quapaw creek on your horses?"
"Do you suppose I crossed on foot?" said Mr. Linden smiling. "Do you take me for a witch, Mr. Simlins?"
"I haven"t just made up my mind about that," said the farmer. "I"ve a temptation to think you air. What"s that you"re on?"
"Only a broomstick in disguise, Mr. Simlins. As he belongs to Dr.
Harrison, I am willing to own so much."
"He"s as well-shaped a broomstick as ever I see," said the farmer consideratively. "I shouldn"t mind puttin" him in harness. Well good-day! I"m glad this girl didn"t have to go all round again the other night--I was afeard she had. I"ll take you over creation," he sung out after her as they parted company,--"and I"ll be along Monday."
"Quapaw creek?" said Dr. Harrison, as the interrupted procession took up its line of march again,--"I think I remember that. What was the matter?"
"The bridge was broken, with a loaded wagon upon it," Faith explained.
"And you crossed by fording?"
"Yes."
"Isn"t it rather a difficult ford? If I remember right, the bed of the stream is uneven and rough; doesn"t it require some guiding of the horses?"
"I believe so--yes. It isn"t safe for an ignorant rider."
"I didn"t give you credit," said he looking at her, "for being such a horsewoman. That is quite a feat for a lady."
Faith coloured high. But she was not going a second time to fight the doctor "with his own weapons." A very little she hesitated, then she said boldly, though not in very bold tones it must be confessed,--
"I am not a horsewoman--Mr. Linden carried me over."