"Yes, else why"d I ask?"
"Come," said Wingate, and led the way to Molly"s little cart. The girl was startled when she saw the old scout, her wide eyes asking her question.
"Mornin", Miss Molly!" he began, his leathery face wrinkling in a smile.
"Ye didn"t expect me, an" I didn"t neither. I"m glad ye"re about well o"
that arrer wound. I kerried a arrerhead under my shoulder blade sever"l years oncet, ontel Preacher Whitman cut hit out. Hit felt right crawly all the time till then.
"Yes, I jest sorntered up couple hundred mile this mornin", Miss Molly, ter see how ye all was gettin" along--one thing er another."
Without much regard to others, he now led Molly a little apart and seated her on the sage beside him.
"Will Banion and Bill Jackson has went on to Californy, Miss Molly,"
said he. "You know why."
Mollie nodded.
"Ye"d orto! Ye told him."
"Yes, I did."
"I know. Him an" me had a talk. Owin" you an" me all he"ll ever make, he allowed to pay nothin"! Which is, admittin" he loves you, he don"t take no advice, ter finish that weddin" with another man substertuted.
No, says he, "I kain"t marry her, because I love her!" says he. Now, that"s crazy. Somethin" deep under that, Miss Molly."
"Let"s not talk about it, please."
"All right. Let"s talk erbout Sam Woodhull, huh?"
"No!"
"Then mebbe I"d better be goin". I know you don"t want ter talk erbout me!" His wrinkling smile said he had more to tell.
"Miss Molly," said he at last, "I mout as well tell ye. Sam Woodhull is on the way atter Will Banion. He"s like enough picked out a fine bunch o" horse thiefs ter go erlong with him. He knows somethin" erbout the gold--I jest found out how.
"Ye see, some men ain"t above shinin" up to a Injun womern even, such bein" mebbe lonesome. Sam Woodhull wasn"t. He seed one o" my fam"ly wearin" a shiny thing on her neck. Hit were a piece o" gold Kit give me atter I give you mine. He trades the womern out o" her necklace--fer all o" two pesos, Mexican. But she not talkin" Missoury, an" him not talkin"
Shoshone, they don"t git fur on whar the gold come from.
"She done told him she got hit from me, but he don"t say a word ter me erbout that; he"s too wise. But she did tell him how Will Banion gits some mules an" packs o" me. From then, plain guessin", he allows ter watch Banion.
"My womern keeps sayin"--not meanin" no harm--thet thar"s plenty more necklaces in Cal"for; because she"s heard me an" Banion say that word, "Californy."
"Slim guessin" hit were, Miss Molly, but enough fer a man keen as Sam, that"s not pertickler, neither. His plan was ter watch whar the packs went. He knowed ef Banion went ter Oregon he"d not use packs.
"Huh! Fine time he"ll have, follerin" that boy an" them mules with wagons! I"m easier when I think o" that. Because, Miss Molly, ef them two does meet away from friends o" both, thar"s goin" to be trouble, an"
trouble only o" one kind."
Again Molly Wingate nodded, pale and silent.
"Well, a man has ter take keer o" his own self," went on Bridger. "But that ain"t all ner most what brung me here."
"What was it then?" demanded Molly. "A long ride!"
"Yeh. Eight hunderd mile out an" back, ef I see ye across the Snake, like I allow I"d better do. I"m doin" hit fer you, Miss Molly. I"m ol"
an" ye"re young; I"m a wild man an" ye"re one o" G.o.d"s wimern. But I had sisters oncet--white they was, like you. So the eight hunderd mile is light. But thet ain"t why I come, neither, or all why, yit."
"What is it then you want to tell me? Is it about--him?"
Bridger nodded. "Yes. The only trouble is, I don"t know what it is."
"Now you"re foolish!"
"Sh.o.r.e I am! Ef I had a few drinks o" good likker mebbe I"d be foolisher--er wiser. Leastways, I"d be more like I was when I plumb forgot what "twas Kit Carson said to me when we was spreein" at Laramie.
He had somethin" ter do, somethin" he was goin" ter do, somethin" I was ter do fer him, er mebee-so, next season, atter he got East an" got things done he was goin" ter do. Ye see, Kit"s in the Army."
"Was it about--him?"
"That"s what I kain"t tell. I jest sorntered over here a few hunderd mile ter ask ye what ye s"pose it is that I"ve plumb fergot, me not havin" the same kind o" likker right now.
"When me an" Bill was havin" a few afore he left I was right on the p"int o" rememberin" what it was I was fergittin". I don"t make no doubt, ef Kit an" me er Bill an" me could only meet an" drink along day er so hit"d all come plain to me. But all by myself, an" sober, an" not sociable with Dang Yore Eyes jest now, I sw"ar, I kain"t think o"
nothin". What"s a girl"s mind fer ef hit hain"t to think o" things?"
"It was about--him? It was about Kit Carson, something he had--was it about the gold news?"
"Mebbe. I don"t know."
"Did he--Mr. Banion--say anything?"
"Mostly erbout you, an" not much. He only said ef I ever got any mail to send it ter the Judge in the Willamette settlements."
"He does expect to come back to Oregon!"
"How can I tell? My belief, he"d better jump in the Percific Ocean. He"s a d.a.m.n fool, Miss Molly. Ef a man loves a womern, that"s somethin" that never orto wait. Yit he goes teeterin" erroun" like he had from now ter doomsday ter marry the girl which he loves too much fer ter marry her.
That makes me sick. Yit he has resemblances ter a man, too, some ways--faint resemblances, yes. Fer instance, I"ll bet a gun flint these here people that"s been hearin" erbout the ford o" the Snake"d be a hull lot gladder ef they knew Will Banion was erlong. Huh?"
Molly Wingate was looking far away, pondering many things.
"Well, anyways, hit"s even-Stephen fer them both two now," went on Bridger, "an" may G.o.d perteck the right an" the devil take the him"mostest. They"ll like enough both marry Injun wimern an" settle down in Californy. Out o" sight, out o" mind. Love me little, love me long.
Lord Lovell, he"s mounted his milk-white steed. Farewell, sweet sir, partin" is such sweet sorrer; like ol" Cap"n Bonneville uster say. But o" all the messes any fool bunch o" pilgrims ever got inter, this is the worstest, an" hit couldn"t be no worser.
"Now, Miss Molly, ye"re a plumb diserpintment ter me. I jest drapped in ter see ef ye couldn"t tell me what hit was Kit done told me. But ye kain"t. Whar is yer boasted superiorness as a womern?
"But now, me, havin" did forty mile a day over that country yan, I need sustenance, an" I"m goin" to see ef ol" Cap" Grant, the post trader, has ary bit o" Hundson Bay rum left. Ef he has. .h.i.t"s mine, an" ef not, Jim Bridger"s a liar, an" that I say deliberate. I"m goin" to try to git inter normal condition enough fer to remember a few plain, simple truths, seein" as you all kain"t. Way hit is, this train"s in a h.e.l.l of a fix, an" hit couldn"t be no worser."
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII
WHEN THE ROCKIES FELL