"A mission? No, sirree! Too slow fer me!" Gelly moved away, humming a ditty popular in low-cla.s.s music-halls of the locality.
"Stop!" Scarlett sharply reprimanded. "Sing if you will! Sing all you can! The world has need of singing--but sing decent songs!" As a stirring hymn, accompanied by Bill"s concertina, just then sounded from the tent, he went on: "Go in and help them! They need a woman"s voice."
"What!" Gelly was genuinely astonished. "Such as me--in church!"
"My poor girl, churches are for such as you."
Gelly looked in, uncertainly, then hurriedly drew back. "I can"t, mister. Pop"s in thar--and pop has sworn ter kill me on sight! Pop"s the bully of the district," she added, proudly.
"Hm!" Scarlett considered a moment, then felt in his pocket. "Here"s needle and thread. Go mend your clothes!"
Gelly stared at him as she took the proffered housewife. "Say, you"re a real white man. I never before----" Breaking into sudden sobbing, she went back to her cabin.
Sergeant Scarlett gave a comprehensive glance at the scenery, nature"s magnificent setting for this squalid drama.
"This district has the name of being the hottest proposition this side of Hades," he reflected. "It contains an unsurveyed number of square miles and crooked inhabitants. And it needs just three things to clean it out. First, G.o.dliness, which only gets this way for a flying visit once a year. Next--and it"s only modesty prevented my putting it first--law, which is just myself; and last, but foremost, women! And all the womenkind we can muster are a travesty of the name--sketches the Lord seems to have blotted in the making and thrown away." With tender impatience he touched a cl.u.s.ter of wild roses with the toe of his military boot. "Oh, why can"t ye stop running to flowers and blossom girls instead! h.e.l.lo! Is this an answer to prayer, or a deceiving dream?" Sure enough, among the crimson petals a girl"s face laughed, sparkling back at him. "By the St. Colmcille, a young lady at me feet!
Permit me to reverse the positions, miss!" Picking up the miniature, he scanned the features closely. "Young? Yes, the right age, just; still in her teens, but not too teeny! Pretty? Verdict unanimous, without leaving the jury-box; guilty of wholesale manslaughter wherever those eyes set foot! Good? As good as virgin gold! Perhaps a trifle too well pleased with herself. Here, young lady, give an account of yourself! What are you doing in my district? Are you visiting father, brother, sweetheart, or do you intend to stake a claim on some poor wretch"s unprospected heart? Oh, here"s a bit of writing on the back. "For dear daddy, from Evelyn," Evelyn. A pretty name. Sounds like Eve with a little flounce on. Daddy. I"m glad it"s a mere father ye belong to. Now since ye"ve dropped like manna from heaven to the wilderness, will ye think it a liberty if I----" He approached the picture to his lips, then put it resolutely aside. "No! I"m not the coward to kiss a girl anyway but to her face!" In his absorption he had failed to observe a uniformed rider coming at full gallop along the trail, and he had barely time to conceal the miniature in his breast as Barney, his a.s.sistant and devoted personal follower, dismounted a few paces from him.
Instead of greeting his chief with the proper military salute, Barney pushed him arrogantly aside.
"Out av the shadow av your supariors, ye hulking son av a tiligraph pole!"
"Back into your own skin, you jacka.s.s, you!" Scarlett returned the push with interest.
Recognizing the other through his disguise, "Bejabers," exclaimed Barney, ""tis Himself!"
"You"re late in coming up to time," remarked Scarlett, absently, his thoughts still on the portrait.
"Sure, sorr, an" "twas the word from yourself I"ve been delaying for!
Ivery moment av the last four-an"-twenty hours I"ve slept at attintion with me boots on and nary a wink on me! As me own flesh is livin"
witness, I"ve never moved me hindquarters from the saddle!"
"I wish you"d learn to keep your headquarters in the saddle," returned Scarlett. "Didn"t I instruct ye if ye hadn"t heard from me by the day appointed to start the day before?"
Barney scratched a puzzled head. He could interpret his own Irish bulls readily enough, defending them, if needful, with his fists to a jury of his peers, but those of his chief often pa.s.sed him. Tactfully, he changed the conversation. "The mail arrived, Sergeant, and was distributed impartially. Only this remains unclaimed; a registhry package, with duty to pay on it."
Sergeant Scarlett examined the address on the parcel. "From E. Durant, New York City, to Matthew Durant, owner of the Rainbow Mine---- Where under the shining heavens is the Rainbow Mine, Barney?" he broke off to ask.
"In the clouds, for aught I know, sorr. I searched the books, but in all the disthrict there"s not even a claim recorded by the name, far less a mine."
"H"m! Well, the man, if not his mine, may be sojourning in our bally.
Step inside the tent, Barney, and when the parson pauses for breath, whisper to him to inquire for one Matthew Durant!"
When Barney had gone on his errand, Scarlett performed the official act of unfastening the dainty package to appraise its contents. "White neckties, doubtless," he soliloquized. "That is what folk on the outside are by way of sending their kin to pull them through a Klondike winter.
No, but almost as bad: an embroidered cigar-case, with jeweled clasp.
Now I"m wondering if the fellow it"s intended for can always muster up a pipeful of tobacco! Well, Barney, what success?"
"Just at this present, sorr, the howly man has got his teeth well into the Evil Wan, but he tipped me the wink he"d find our man the moment he darst let go. Oh, by the way--I hate to decompose ye, Sergeant--but here"s a letther for yourself!"
"A letter for me, is it? Now, who the mischief would be writing to me?"
"The mischief it is, indade, sorr! "Tis a lawyer!"
"A lawyer!" Scarlett scrutinized the name of the Dublin firm on the missive Barney handed him. "Now I"d give something to know what that means! I"ve always lived within the law, and without a lawyer!"
"Sure, that"s your offence, Sergeant. Depind on ut, that"s phwat they"re afther charging ye for!"
""Tis their inflated cheek, then!" Resentfully, Scarlett tore open the envelope. "If "tis a bill they"re sending me they can go to the divvle!"
"Faith, sorr, that"s exactly where they"ll have ye! That"s phwat they"re afther counting on!"
Barney watched his chief with affectionate solicitude while the latter read, and, crossing himself, began a prayer in which pious invocations mingled strangely with unflattering estimates of legal lights. "Howly Mary, full av grace---- The dirthy blackguards, I wish I"d lost the letther for the lad! Blessed art thou among---- Bad cess to yez, ye black limbs av an onreputable body, if "tis only nearer ye were, or meself less far away, rest aisy "tis outwitted ye"d be intoirely, if there"s anny diplomacy in the fists av this Mick at all. Name av the Father, Son an" Howly----"
"Phew!" At last Scarlett broke through the stupor with which the perusal of his letter seemed to have encompa.s.sed him. "Is it I standing here in my five senses, or the fool of a deceiving dream? Barney, man, listen to this and p.r.o.nounce on it. "By the demise of your uncle"--that"s my uncle, you understand?"
"Sure, sorr, your uncle is my uncle; and many"s the accommodation we"ve had off him, thanks be!"
"Oh, this doesn"t refer to that impartial relative of all impoverished humanity! This is, or was, the man who prevented my father from being the eldest son and only child of his parents! By his demise----"
"Precisely, sorr. And which av his qualifications may his demise be?"
"The final one. Demise means death. Oh, not the commonplace, every-day occurrence as we up here experience it; it is applied to those who have something of value besides life to leave behind."
"Faith, then, sergeant, it"s ourselves will be immune."
"That"s what I"m doubting. Five minutes since, I was n.o.body of nowhere.
Now I suddenly find myself gazetted Sir Gerald Scarlett of Dunshinannon, owner of a picturesque, if ruined, castle; three acres that might be profitable under cultivation, and a cow!"
Barney shook his head. "A grand dream, Sergeant. May the blissed saints soften the awakening to ye," he added, with commiseration.
"But, man--here, look at this, will ye?" Before his astonished eyes Scarlett held a draft for a substantial sum. "A luck-slice from the rent-roll. Oh, that proves it no dream, since money talks, but never in its sleep!"
Barney removed his regimental hat. "Hurrah for Sir Gerald, the castle, including the ruins, the acres, and ivery blissed pertaty, past, present and to come, adorning them!"
"And the cow, G.o.d bless her!" Scarlett also bared his head.
"Amen!" Barney supplemented, fervently. "I"m wid ye, sorr, in prosperity, as in adversity! How soon do we quit the service, me lordship?"
"Not till we"ve finished out our term, you lazy vagabond! Meanwhile, sink the t.i.tle. I travel on my soldiership, and you"re in the same boat!"
"Amen! if it has to be," acquiesced Barney, with philosophic resignation, saluting meekly. "And phwat"s the next orders, me lord--Sergeant, I should say?"
"For the present you can take charge and administer the law, unless anything demanding a judicial mind comes up, while I wander on incog., and do a little prospecting to identify the toughs and crooks that give this the name of the blackest district in all the great Northwest! I"ve begun rather well; I"ve just rounded up Bully Nick and his sharp-shooting gang!"
"Ye have?" Barney"s jaw dropped with amazement. "Single-handed?"
"Aye; but forewarned is four-armed, you know!"
"Even so. Mother of Grace----"