"I--I guess my safety has lain in my getting an impersonal view of things," she said apologetically.
"There, the bread is burning!" exclaimed Jane.
Pen laughed reminiscently. "There"s a verse that says:
""Ice cream is very strange; so"s a codfish ball, But the people people marry is the strangest thing of all!""
"I guess you need me," said Jane, "as much as I need you. There comes Oscar and I haven"t set the table."
Oscar was coming up the dooryard. He stepped a little high, in the gait of one accustomed to walking in shifting sands. He was big and upstanding, with a look of honesty that Pen liked.
No one who has not known a desert farmer can realize what his acres meant to Oscar Ames. The farmer of northern lands loves his acres. But he did not create them--he did not fight nature for them, until he had made himself over along with his land.
Nature fights inch by inch every effort of man to harness the desert to his uses. She scorches the soil with heat. She poisons it with alkali.
She infests it with deadly vermin and--last and supreme touch of cruelty--she forbids the soil water unless she surrounds the getting of it with infinite travail and danger.
Heat and sandstorm, failure and famine, toil unutterable, these had been Oscar Ames" portion. When at last he had won his acres, had brought the barren sand to bearing, had made three hundred acres of desert a thing of breathing beauty from January to January, the ranch meant something to him that a northern farmer could not understand. And these three hundred acres were Oscar"s world. He could not see beyond them.
The dam was a mere adjunct to the Ames ranch. He would leave no stone unturned to see that it served his own ranch"s needs as he saw them. If Sara saw this quality in Oscar and had any motive for playing on it, he could do infinite harm to Jim.
It was something of all this that Pen was thinking as Oscar crossed the yard. He came into the kitchen in a leisurely way and greeted Pen with the cordiality that belongs to the desert country. Penelope helped Jane to put the dinner on the table and the three sat down to eat.
The two were eager to hear details of Iron Skull"s death, and after Pen had described it to them, Oscar began to talk about Sara.
"How long"s your husband been bedridden?" he asked.
"Oscar!" exclaimed Jane.
"Jane, you keep quiet. What"s the use of being secret about it? I guess both him and her know he"s bedridden."
Pen told them the story of the accident.
"Isn"t that fierce!" exclaimed Oscar. "He"s the smartest young fellow I"ve met in years. I wish even now he was running the dam instead of Manning."
"Why?" asked Penelope.
"He"d build it for the farmer and have some business sense about it."
"You don"t understand Mr. Manning," said Pen. "I wish you"d try to get to know him better."
Oscar grunted. "Does the doctors think your husband will get well?" he asked, finishing off his pie.
"Oscar!" cried Jane.
"Jane, you keep quiet. These are business questions. If Sardox and I are going to run this dam, we got to understand each other"s limitations. I can"t ask _him_ if he"s going to die."
"We just don"t know anything about it," said Pen, gently. "Mr. Ames, I"m curious to know just how you and Sara are going to run the dam."
Oscar closed his mouth importantly to open it again and say, "I never talk business with ladies."
Jane laughed suddenly. "Gracious, Oscar! I"m not worrying but what I"ll get all the details. He"s the original human sieve, Mrs. Penelope."
Oscar joined in Pen"s laugh and started for the door, shaking his head and picking his teeth. Pen looked after him uneasily.
That afternoon Pen and Jane went with Bill and Oscar for an automobile ride over the desert. The two women sat in the tonneau, Oscar in front with Bill. The desert road was rough, full of bowlders and ruts. But neither Oscar nor Bill was hampered by roads. Whenever some distant spot roused their curiosity, the machine left the road and plunged madly across the desert, through cactus thickets and yucca clumps, through draws and over sand drifts.
Oscar and Bill kept up a shouted conversation with each other. But Pen and Jane each clutched a side of the machine, braced their feet and gave their entire attention to keeping from being flung bodily from the car. Forewarned for miles, no living creature crossed their path. The din and the dust, the hairbreadth escapes made the discomfort of the ride for the two women indescribable.
When Bill finally drew up before the ranch house door with his usual flourish of staccato explosions, Oscar alighted and watched Pen and his wife crawl feebly from the tonneau.
"_Caramba!_" he said. "That was a fine ride! I"ve been wanting to get a look at that country and a talk with you, Bill, for a month. I feel well rested."
Pen and Jane looked at each other and at the two men"s grins of complaisance. Then, without a word, the two women sank against each other on the doorstep and laughed until the men, bewildered and exasperated, took themselves off to the barn. Finally Jane rose and wiped her eyes.
"There"s not an inch on my body that isn"t black and blue," she said weakly.
Pen pulled herself up by clinging to the door k.n.o.b. "That was a real "pleasure exertion,"" she whispered feebly. "But I"d do it twice over for a laugh like this. I haven"t laughed so for eight years."
Jane gave Pen a kitchen ap.r.o.n and tied one on herself while she nodded.
"Thank heaven! I always could laugh. It"s saved my reason many a time. I don"t want you to do a thing about getting supper, but you"ll be sitting round in the kitchen and that"ll keep your skirt clean."
Pen picked up a pan of cold boiled potatoes and began to peel them with more good will than skill. "I do like you, Jane Ames," she said. "Two people couldn"t laugh together like that and not have been meant to understand each other."
Jane set the tea kettle firmly on the stove. "We"ll see each other a lot if we have to walk. Peel them thin, dear child. I"m a little low on potatoes."
"I"m not very expert," apologized Pen. "Sara is putting up with a good deal just now, for I"m learning how to cook."
"I guess he don"t suffer in silence!" sniffed Jane.
The next morning, when Penelope climbed regretfully onto the front seat of the automobile, Oscar came hurriedly from the corral with a dark-mustached young man in a business suit.
"This is Mr. Fleckenstein, Mrs. Sardox," he said. "He"s a lawyer and him and I are going up to the dam with you. He just stopped here on his way.
I"m leaving his horse in the corral, Jane."
Jane and Penelope exchanged puzzled looks. "Your hair needs fixing, Mrs.
Penelope," said Jane. "Come in the house for a minute."
Pen clambered down obediently and Jane led her far into the parlor bedroom. "Your hair was all right," she whispered, "but I want to warn you. Oscar is just a great big innocent. He is crazy over anyone he thinks is smart. That Fleckenstein is a shyster lawyer. I wouldn"t trust a hot stove in his hands. You see that your husband don"t get thick with him. Do you trust your husband in business?"
Pen winced but she looked into Jane"s blue eyes and answered, "No."
"Do you like Mr. Manning and want him to succeed?"
"Yes," replied Pen.
"Well then, it"s time I took notice of things on this project and you can help me by watching things up there. I won"t take time to say any more right now. Oscar will be storming in here in a minute."
When they reached the dam that afternoon, Oscar and Fleckenstein called on Sara. Pen found that they would talk nothing but land values while she was in the tent, so she wandered out in search of Jim.