Beyond the hill showed a gray pall of rain, coming slowly, charged with a low roar. The whisper of the sweeping wheat was swallowed up.
Lenore stood her ground until heavy rain drops fell thick and fast upon her, sinking through her thin waist to thrill her flesh; and then, with a last gay call to those two man lovers of wheat and storms, she ran for the porch.
There they joined her, Anderson puffing and smiling, Dorn still with that rapt look upon his face. The rain swept up and roared on the roof, while all around was streaked gray.
"Boy, there"s your thirty-thousand-dollar rain!" shouted Anderson.
But Dorn did not hear. Once he smiled at Lenore as if she were the good fairy who had brought about this miracle. In his look Lenore had deeper realization of him, of nature, and of life. She loved rain, but always, thenceforth, she would reverence it. Fresh, cool fragrance of a renewed soil filled the air. All that dusty gray hue of the earth had vanished, and it was wet and green and bright. Even as she gazed the water seemed to sink in as it fell, a precious relief to thirsty soil. The thunder rolled away eastward and the storm pa.s.sed. The thin clouds following soon cleared away from the western sky, rain-washed and blue, with a rainbow curving down to bury its exquisite hues in the golden wheat.
CHAPTER VIII
The journey homeward held many incalculable differences from the uncertain doubts and fears that had tormented Lenore on the outward trip.
For a long time she felt the warm, tight clasp of Dorn"s hand on hers as he had said good-by. Very evidently he believed that was to be his last sight of her. Lenore would never forget the gaze that seemed to try to burn her image on his memory forever. She felt that they would meet again. Solemn thoughts revolved in her mind; still, she was not unhappy.
She had given much unsought, but the return to her seemed growing every moment that she lived.
The dust had been settled by the rain for many miles; however, beyond Palmer there began to show evidences that the storm had thinned out or sheered off, because the road gradually grew dry again. When dust rose once more Lenore covered her face, although, obsessed as she was by the deep change in herself, neither dust nor heat nor distance affected her greatly. Like the miles the moments sped by. She was aware through closed eyes when darkness fell. Stops were frequent after the Copper River had been crossed, and her father appeared to meet and question many persons in the towns they pa.s.sed. Most of his questioning pertained to the I.W.W. And even excited whispering by her father and Jake had no power to interest her. It was midnight when they reached "Many Waters"
and Lenore became conscious of fatigue.
Nash crowded in front of Jake as she was about to step out, and a.s.sisted her. He gave her arm a hard squeeze and fiercely whispered in her ear, "To-morrow!"
The whisper was trenchant with meaning and thoroughly aroused Lenore.
But she gave no sign and moved away.
"I seen strangers sneakin" off in the dark," Jake was whispering to Anderson.
"Keep your eyes peeled," replied Anderson. "I"ll take Lenore up to the house an" come back."
It was pitch black up the path through the grove and Lenore had to cling to her father.
"Is there--any danger?" she whispered.
"We"re lookin" for anythin"," replied Anderson, slowly.
"Will you be careful?"
"Sure, la.s.s. I"ll take no foolish risks. I"ve got men watchin" the house an" ranch. But I"d better have the cowboys down. There"s Jake--he spots some prowlin" coyotes the minute we reach home."
Anderson unlocked and opened the door. The hall was dark and quiet. He turned on the electric light. Lenore was detaching her veil.
"You look pale," he said, solicitously. "No wonder. That was a ride. But I"m glad we went. I saved Dorn"s wheat."
"I"m glad, too, father. Good-night!"
He bade her good-night, and went out, locking the door. Then his rapid footsteps died away. Wearily Lenore climbed the stairs and went to her room.
She was awakened from deep slumber by Kathleen, who pulled and tugged at her.
"Lenorry, I thought you was dead, your eyes were shut so tight,"
declared the child. "Breakfast is waiting. Did you fetch me anything?"
"Yes, a new sister," replied Lenore, dreamily.
Kathleen"s eyes opened wide. "Where?"
Lenore place a hand over her heart.
"Here."
"Oh, you do look funny.... Get up, Lenorry. Did you hear the shooting last night?"
Instantly Lenore sat up and stared.
"No. Was there any?"
"You bet. But I don"t know what it was all about."
Lenore dispelled her dreamy state, and, hurriedly dressing, she went down to breakfast. Her father and Rose were still at the table.
"h.e.l.lo, big eyes!" was his greeting.
And Rose, not to be outdone, chirped, "h.e.l.lo, old sleepy-head!"
Lenore"s reply lacked her usual spontaneity. And she felt, if she did not explain, the wideness of her eyes. Her father did not look as if anything worried him. It was a way of his, however, not to show stress or worry. Lenore ate in silence until Rose left the dining-room, and then she asked her father if there had been shooting.
"Sure," he replied, with a broad smile. "Jake turned his guns loose on them prowlin" men last night. By George! you ought to have heard them run. One plumped into the gate an" went clear over it, to fall like a log. Another fell into the brook an" made more racket than a drownin"
horse. But it was so dark we couldn"t catch them."
"Jake shot to frighten them?" inquired Lenore.
"Not much. He stung one I.W.W., that"s sure. We heard a cry, an" this mornin" we found some blood."
"What do you suppose these--these night visitors wanted?"
"No tellin". Jake thinks one of them looked an" walked like the man Nash has been meetin". Anyway, we"re not takin" much more chance on Nash. I reckon it"s dangerous keepin" him around. I"ll have him drive me to-day--over to Vale, an" then to Huntington. You can go along. That"ll be your last chance to pump him. Have you found out anythin"?"
Lenore told what had transpired between her and the driver. Anderson"s face turned fiery red.
"That ain"t much to help us," declared, angrily. "But it shows him up.... So his real name"s Ruenke? Fine American name, I don"t think!
That man"s a spy an" a plotter. An" before he"s another day older I"m goin" to corner him. It"s a sure go I can"t hold Jake in any longer."
To Lenore it was a further indication of her father"s temper that when they went down to enter the car he addressed Nash in cool, careless, easy speech. It made Lenore shiver. She had heard stories of her father"s early career among hard men.
Jake was there, dry, caustic, with keen, quiet eyes that any subtle, clever man would have feared. But Nash"s thought seemed turned mostly inward.