"She your wife?" He pointed his thumb in Jennie"s direction.
"No, my sister."
"Oh! Well, then, you can bunk with me in this room." He indicated a door on the opposite side of the hall. "When she gets ready, bring her out to the kitchen. It"s hard lines to make her cook her own grub, but I tell you right now I think she"d better."
As Jennie met her brother a few moments later, she exclaimed, "Isn"t he handsome?"
"M--yes. He"s good-looking enough, but he"s just a little self-important, it seems to me."
"Are you going to let him know who you are?"
"Certainly not. I want to draw him out. I begin to suspect that this house is a rendezvous for all the interests we have to fight. These guns are all loaded and in prime order."
"What a big house you have here," said Jennie, ingratiatingly, as she entered the kitchen. "And what a nice kitchen."
"Oh, purty fair," replied the youth, busy at the stove. "Our ranch ain"t what we"d make it if these Injuns were out o" the way. Now, here"s the grub--if you can dig up anything you"re welcome."
He showed her the pantry, where she found plenty of bacon and flour, and some eggs and milk.
"I thought cattlemen never had milk?"
"Well, they don"t generally, but mother makes us milk a cow. Now, I"ll do this cooking if you want me to, but I reckon you won"t enjoy seein"
me do it. I can"t make biscuits, and we"re all out o" bread, as I say, and Hosy"s sinkers would choke a dog."
"Oh, I"ll cook if you"ll get some water and keep a good fire going."
"Sure thing," he said, heartily, taking up the water-pail to go to the spring. When he came back Jennie was dabbling the milk and flour. He stood watching her in silence for some minutes as she worked, and the sullen lines on his face softened and his lips grew boyish.
"You sure know your business," he said, in a tone of conviction. "When I try to mix dough I get all strung up with it."
She replied with a smile. "Is the oven hot? These biscuit must come out just right."
He stirred up the fire. "A man ain"t fitten to cook; he"s too blame long in the elbows. We have an old squaw when mother is home, but she don"t like me, and so she takes a vacation whenever the old lady does. That throws us down on Hosy, and he just about poisons us. A Mexican can"t cook no more"n an Injun. We get spring-poor by the time the old lady comes back." Jennie was rolling at the dough and did not reply to him.
He held the door open for her when she was ready to put the biscuit in the oven, and lit another bracket-lamp in order to see her better.
"Do you know, you"re the first girl I ever saw in this kitchen."
"Am I?"
"That"s right." After a pause he added: "I"m mighty glad I didn"t get home to eat Hosy"s supper. I want a chance at some of them biscuit."
"Slice this bacon, please--not too thick," she added, briskly.
He took the knife. "Where do you hail from, anyway?" he asked, irrelevantly.
"From the coast," she replied.
"That so? Born there?"
"Oh no. I was born in Maryland, near Washington."
"There"s a place I"d like to live if I had money enough. A feller can have a continuous picnic in Washington if he"s got the dust to spare, so I hear."
"Now you set the table while I make the omelette."
"The how-many?"
"The omelette, which must go directly to the table after it is made."
He began to pile dishes on the table, which ran across one end of the room, but found time to watch her as she broke the eggs.
"If a feller lives long enough and keeps his mouth shut and his eyes open he"ll learn a powerful heap, won"t he? I"ve seen that word in the newspaper a whole lot, but I"ll be shot if I ever knew that it was jest aigs."
Jennie was amused, but too hungry to spend much time listening. "You may call them in," she said, after a glance at the biscuit.
The young man opened the door and said, lazily, "Cap, come to grub."
Curtis was again examining the guns in the rack, "You"re well heeled."
"Haff to be, in this country," said the young fellow, carelessly. "Set down anywhere--that is, I mean anywhere the cook says."
Jennie didn"t like his growing familiarity, but she dissembled. "Sit here, George," she said, indicating a chair at the end. "I will sit where I can reach the coffee."
"Let me do that," said Calvin. "Louie, I guess you"re not in this game,"
he said to the boy looking wistfully in at the door.
"Oh, let him come--he"s as hungry as we are. Let him sit down,"
protested Jennie.
Young Streeter acquiesced. "It"s all the same to me, if _you_ don"t object to a "breed," he said, brutally. Louie took his seat in silence, but it was plain he did not enjoy the insolence of the cowboy.
Curtis was after information. "You speak of needing guns--there isn"t any danger, I hope?"
"Well, not right now, but we expect to get Congress to pa.s.s a bill removing these brutes, and then there may be trouble. Even now we find it safer to go armed. Every little while some Injun kills a beef for us, and we want to be prepared to skin "em if we jump "em up in time. I wouldn"t trust one of "em as far as you could throw a yearling bull by the tail."
"Are they as bad as that?" asked Jennie, with widely open eyes.
"They"re treacherous hounds. Old Elk goes around smiling, but he"d let a knife into me too quick if he saw his chance. Hark!" he called, with lifted hand.
They all listened. The swift drumming of hoofs could be heard, mingled with the chuckle of a carriage. Calvin rose. "That"s the old man, I reckon," and going to the door he raised a peculiar whoop. A voice replied faintly, and soon the buggy rolled up to the door and the new-comer entered the front room. A quick, sharp voice cried out:
"Whose hat is that? Who"s here?"
"A feller on his way to visit the agent. He"s in there eatin" supper."
A rapid, resolute step approached the door, and Curtis looked up to meet the keen eyes of a big, ruddy-faced man of fifty, with hair and beard as white as wool. His eyes were steel-blue and penetrating as fire.
"Good-evening, sir. Good-evening, madam. Don"t rise. Keep your seats.
I"ll just drop my coat and sit down with you."