"Purty, ain"t he?"
"If you ain"t good he"ll get you," said Gale, a trifle cynically, at which Lee chuckled.
"I reckon there"s several of us in camp that ain"t been a whole lot too good," said he. "Has he tried to git anybody yet?"
"No, but he"s liable to. What would happen if he did? Suppose, for instance, he went after you--or me?"
The one-eyed man snorted derisively. "It ain"t wuth considerin"!"
"Why not?" insisted Gale, guardedly. "Maybe I"ve got a record--you don"t know."
"If you have, don"t tell me nothin" about it," hastily observed Lee.
"I"m a G.o.d-fearin" citizen myself, leanin" ever towards peace and quietudes, but what"s past is dead and gone, and I"d hate to see a lispin" child like that blue-and-yeller party try to reezureck it."
"He"s got the American army to back him up--at least five of them."
"Five agin a hundred. He aims to overawe us, don"t he?" snickered the unregenerate Lee, but his wrinkles changed and deepened as he leaned across the counter confidentially.
"You say the word, John, and I"ll take some feller along to help me, and we"ll transfer this military post. There"s plenty that would like the job if you give the wink."
"Pshaw! I"m just supposing," said the trader. "As long as they play around and drill and toot that horn, and don"t bother anybody, I allow they"re not in the way."
"All right! It"s up to you. However, if I happen to leap down on this pay streak before it sees me comin", I"m goin" to put my friends in first and foremost, and shut out these dressmakers complete. So long!"
He thrust his arms beneath the legs of a new pair of blue overalls that formed his pack-straps, wriggled the burden comfortably into place between his shoulders, and slouched out past Doret, to whom he nodded, ignoring the "dressmaker."
Having given Necia"s message to Poleon, the Lieutenant took up his business with the trader. It concerned the purchase of certain supplies that had been omitted from the military outfit, and when this was concluded he referred to the encounter of that morning.
"I don"t want you to think I bungle everything in that manner," he said, "for I don"t. I want to work with you, and I want to be friends with you."
"I"m willing," said Gale.
"n.o.body dislikes playing policeman more than I do, but it"s a part of my duty, and I"ll have to do it," continued the young man.
"I reckon you simply aim to keep peace, eh? You ain"t lookin" for n.o.body in particular?"
"Of course not--outside of certain notorious criminals who have escaped justice and worked north."
"Then there is a few that you want, eh?"
"Yes, certain old-timers. The officers at every post have descriptions of a few such, and if they show up we will take them in and hold them till courts are established."
"If you"ve got their names and descriptions, mebbe I could help you,"
said the trader, carelessly.
"Thank you, I"ll bring up the list and we"ll go over it together. You must have been here a good while."
"About ten years."
"Then Miss Necia was born out in the States?"
Gale shot a startled glance at the soldier before he answered in the affirmative, but Burrell was studying a pattern of sunlight on the floor and did not observe him. A moment later he inquired, hesitatingly:
"Is this your first marriage, Mr. Gale?" When the other did not answer, he looked up and quickly added:
"I beg your pardon, sir. What led me to ask was Miss Necia--she is so--well--she is such a remarkable girl."
Gale"s face had undergone a change, but he answered, quietly:
"I "ain"t never been married."
"What?"
"When I took Alluna it wasn"t the style, and neither one of us has thought much about it since."
"Oh, I see," exclaimed Burrell, hurriedly. "I"ll bring that list with me the first time I think about it," and, nodding amiably, he sauntered out. But his mind was in a whirl, and even after he had reached his quarters he found himself repeating:
"The other was bad enough. Poor little girl! Poor little girl!"
Gale likewise left the store and went into his house, the odd look still strong in his eyes, to find Necia posing in her new regalia for Poleon"s benefit. At sight of her he fell into a strange and unexpected humor, and to their amazement commanded her roughly to take the things off. His voice and manner were harsh and at utter variance with any mood he had ever displayed before; nor would he explain his unreasoning fury, but strode out again, leaving her in tears and the Frenchman staring.
CHAPTER IV
THE SOLDIER FINDS AN UNTRODDEN VALLEY
During the weeks that followed Meade Burrell saw much of Necia. At first he had leaned on the excuse that he wanted to study the curious freak of heredity she presented; but that wore out quickly, and he let himself drift, content with the pleasure of her company and happy in the music of her laughter. Her quick wit and keen humor delighted him, and the mystery of her dark eyes seemed to hold the poetry and beauty of all the red races that lay behind her on the maternal side. At times he thought of her as he had seen her that morning in the dance-girl"s dress, and remembered the purity of neck and breast it had displayed, but he attributed that to the same prank of heritage that had endowed her with other traits alien to her mother"s race.
He had experienced a profound sense of pity for her upon learning her father"s relation to Alluna, but this also largely vanished when he found that the girl was entirely oblivious to its significance. He had tried her in many subtle ways, and found that she regarded the matter innocently, as customary, and therefore in the light of an accepted convention; nor did she seem to see anything in her blood or station to render her inferior to other women. She questioned him tirelessly about his sister, and he was glad of this, for it placed no constraint between them. So that, as he explored her many quaint beliefs and pagan superst.i.tions, the delight of being with her grew, and he ceased to reason whither it might lead him.
As for her, each day brought a keener delight. She unfolded before the Kentuckian like some beautiful woodland flower, and through innumerable, unnoticed familiarities took him into her innermost confidence, sharing with him those girlish hopes and beliefs and aspirations she had never voiced till now.
A month of this went by, and then Runnion returned. He came on an up-going steamer which panted in for a rest from its thousand-mile climb, and for breath to continue its fight against the never-tiring sweep of waters. The manner of his coming was bold, for he stood fairly upon the ship"s deck, staring at the growing picture of the town, as he had watched it recede a month before, and his smile was evil now, as it had been then. With him was a stranger. When the boat was at rest Runnion sauntered down the gang-plank and up to the Lieutenant, who stood above the landing-place, and who noted that the scar, close up against his hat-band, was scarce healed. He accosted the officer with an insolent a.s.surance.
"Well, I"m back again, you see, and I"m back to stay."
"Very well, Runnion; did you bring an outfit with you?" The young man addressed him civilly, although he felt that the fellow"s presence was a menace and would lead to trouble.
"Yes, and I"m pretty fat besides." He shook a well-laden gold-sack at the officer. "I reckon I can rustle thirteen dollars a month most anywhere, if I"m left alone."
"What do you want in this place, anyhow?" demanded Burrell, curiously.
"None of your d.a.m.ned business," the man answered, grinning.
"Be sure it isn"t," retorted the Lieutenant, "because it would please me right down to the ground if it were. I"d like to get you."
"I"m glad we understand each other," Runnion said, and turned to oversee the unloading of his freight, falling into conversation with the stranger, who had been surveying the town without leaving the boat.