"You"re a real friend, John," he said. "But here we stick. And, when you come down to dollars and cents, I"ll eat your new hat for you if I can"t make ten times your ten thousand in the first year."
Before such amazing confidence Carr stalled. But he did not give up; it wasn"t his habit of thought to relinquish anything which he had undertaken. Still for a little he was silent, studying his man. Again Helen was staring out through the open door.
"Some one is coming," she announced. Then, her tone quickening, "It is Mr. Howard; I knew he would be riding over before night. I know his horse," she explained hastily, flushing a trifle under Carr"s eyes which told her that he was surprised that she could tell who it was at such a distance. "It is the horse he rode the first time we ever saw him. There is some one with him. It looks like----"
She did not say whom it looked like. Carr and Longstreet looked out.
The second rider was a woman; her horse was not Sanchia Murray"s white mare, but none the less they all knew that with Alan Howard came Sanchia. Carr"s heavy brows gathered blackly. The flush died out of Helen"s face and her lips tightened. Longstreet sprang up and went to the door.
"If it is Mrs. Murray," he called back, something like triumph in his excited voice, "and if she is coming here--why, then maybe there was a mistake after all."
"She is not coming here!" cried Helen hotly. "Papa, I will not have that woman in the house. After the way she has cheated you, fooled you, lied to you----"
"Come, come, my dear," chided Longstreet. "No one must be judged and condemned unheard. And remember that she is coming with Mr. Howard."
Helen looked hopelessly at Carr. There were times when she utterly despaired of her father. But she could find comfort in the thought that if that Sanchia woman sought to perpetrate any more of her villainy and deceit, she was going to stand at her father"s side through all of it. Meantime the two riders came on swiftly. As they drew up at the door Helen saw that Howard looked worried and ill at ease and that Sanchia Murray"s eyes were red as though with copious weeping. Whereas Helen sniffed audibly.
"The horrid cat," she said.
Sanchia began pouring out a torrent of confused words which Howard"s curt speech interrupted. As he lifted his hat his eyes were for Helen alone: she flashed him a scornful look and turned away from him. Then he turned to Longstreet.
"Mr. Longstreet," he said sharply, "I want you to know my position in this matter. As I was starting Mrs. Murray came to the ranch. I was naturally astonished when she said that she was on her way to see you.
I had thought, from what has happened, that you would be the last man in the world whom she would care to meet. She said, however, that she must speak with you and that she hoped she could do something to right matters. When she asked for a fresh horse I loaned her one. That," he concluded harshly, "is all that I have to do with Sanchia Murray and all that I want to do with her. The rest is up to you."
The spite in Sanchia"s quick sidelong look was for Howard alone.
"Alan is rather hard on me, I think," she said quite simply as she turned her eyes upon the three at the cabin door. "Especially," and again she gave him that look for him alone, "after what has been between us. But I must not think of that now. Oh, Mr. Longstreet, if you only knew how this thing has nearly killed me----"
She broke off, hiding her face in her hands, her body swaying in the saddle as though surely she would fall. Longstreet looked concerned.
"Get down and come in," he exclaimed. "You are utterly exhausted.
Helen, my dear, a cup of coffee, quick. This poor lady looks as though she hadn"t slept or rested or eaten since we saw her last."
"How could I eat or rest or sleep?" cried Sanchia brokenly. "After all that has happened? Oh, I wish I were dead!"
Helen did not budge for the coffee. Her eyes were blazing. Sanchia slid down from the saddle and came to the door. Longstreet hastened to her side and the two went in together. Helen, without looking toward Howard, followed, determined that she would hear whatever it was that Sanchia Murray had to say.
"Come in, Howard," Longstreet remembered to say. "We"re having supper.
Both you and Mrs. Murray will eat with us."
Sanchia bathed her eyes and they all sat down. When Howard looked toward Helen she ignored him. Outside Carr had demanded, "What in h.e.l.l"s name made you bring that woman here?" and Alan had rejoined, "I couldn"t stop her coming, could I?" And now the two had nothing to say to each other. Longstreet, nervous and impatient for whatever explanations were coming, fidgeted constantly until Sanchia began speaking.
"When I learned what had happened," she said, "I thought at first that I could not live to endure it. I could have shrieked; I could have killed myself. To think that I had been the cause of it all. Oh, it was hideous! But then I knew that I must live and that I must seek somehow to make reparation. All of my life, as long as I live, I shall hope and try and work to undo what I have done."
She was watching them all through her handkerchief, which she was using to dab her eyes; of Longstreet she never for an instant lost sight.
She saw the eagerness in his eyes and knew that it was an eagerness to believe in her. She saw Helen"s anger and contempt; she saw Carr"s black looks; she saw, too, how Howard kept his eyes always on Helen"s face, and she read what was so easy to read in them. It was her business, her chief affair in life just now, to keep her two eyes wide open; hence she saw, too, the look which Helen had flashed at the cattleman. And while she observed all of this she was speaking rapidly, almost incoherently, as though her one concern lay in the tragic error she had made. Had she been less than a very clever woman who had long lived, and lived well, by her wits, she must have found the situation too much for her. But no one of her hearers, excepting possibly the one chiefly interested, failed to do Sanchia Murray justice for her cleverness. As it was, she did not fear the outcome from the outset.
She told how she had been so overjoyed at Longstreet"s news; how, for that dear child Helen"s sake, she had rejoiced; how she had for a little felt less lonely in sharing a secret meant for a wonderful birthday surprise; how she had yearned to help in this glowing hour of happiness. She had tried to help Mr. Longstreet with Mr. Harkness at the court-house; she had learned that he was out of town; she had been told that his a.s.sistant was at the Montezuma House. In spite of her abhorrence of going to such a place she had gone, carried away by the high tide of excitement. And there she had been tricked into introducing Mr. Longstreet to no less a terrible creature than Monte Devine. She hastened to add that she told Mr. Longstreet that she did not know this man; he would bear her out in this; she too had been tricked. But she would never, never forgive herself.
"Nor," said Helen"s voice coldly, "will I ever forgive you. Nor am I the fool to believe all these tales. Maybe you can make a fool of my father, but----"
"Helen, Helen," expostulated Longstreet sternly, "you are being hasty.
At times like this one should seek to be kind and just."
Again Helen"s sniff was audible and eloquent.
"Do you mean," she demanded, "that you believe all of this nonsense?"
"I mean, my dear, that one should be deliberate. Mrs. Murray has made an explanation, she is plainly sick with grief at what has occurred.
She has ridden straight to us. What more could one do? When you are older, my dear, and have seen more of life you will know that the world sometimes makes terrible mistakes."
"You are so great-hearted!" sobbed Sanchia. "So wonderful! There is not another man in the world who would be even tolerant at a time like this. And to think that it is you--you whom I have hurt." Her sobs overcame her.
Helen flung herself angrily to her feet.
"Papa," she cried, "can"t you see, can"t you understand that this woman is determined to make a fool of you again? Hasn"t she done it once already? Oh, are you going to be just a little baby in her hands?"
Sanchia lowered her handkerchief for a swift glance at Helen and then at the other faces in the room. The sternness on Howard"s and Carr"s faces did not greatly concern her, for she saw written across Longstreet"s countenance just about what she had counted on. And Helen"s words had simply succeeded in drawing his indignation toward his daughter. Hence, wisely, Sanchia was content to be silent for a spell. Matters seemed to be going well enough left alone.
Helen had meant to run out of doors, to close her ears to this maddening discussion. She felt that it was either that or deliberately slap Sanchia Murray"s face. Now, however, she sat down again, deciding with a degree of ac.u.men that Sanchia would prefer nothing to a _tete-a-tete_ with Longstreet.
"After all," said Helen more quietly and with a look which was hard as it flashed across Sanchia"s face to Howard"s and then on, "threshing all this over is valueless. Forgive her, father," she went on contemptuously, "if either of you will feel better for it, and don"t detain her. We are going back East in a few days, anyway."
Howard stared at her wonderingly as Carr nodded his approval of the speech. But Longstreet spoke with considerable emphasis.
"Aren"t you rather premature in your announcement, my dear? I am not going back East at all."
There might have been no discussion of the matter had he ended there.
But seeing the various expressions called by his words to the faces about the table, he added the challenge:
"Why should I go? Haven"t I already demonstrated that I know what I am doing? Isn"t this the place for me?"
Helen answered him first and energetically. He should go, she cried hotly, because he had demonstrated nothing at all save that he was a lamb in a den of wolves. He was a university man and not a mountaineer or desert Indian; he knew books and he did not know men; it was his duty to himself and to his daughter to return home. The girl"s colour deepened and grew hot with her rapid speech, and Sanchia, sitting back, watching and listening, lost never a word. Before Longstreet could shape a reply John Carr added his voice to Helen"s plea. He said all that he had said once before to-day; he elaborated his argument, which to him appeared unanswerable. When he had done, always speaking quietly, he turned to Howard.
"Don"t you think I am right, Al?" he asked.
"No!" replied Howard emphatically. "I don"t. Mr. Longstreet does know his business. He has located one mine in this short time. It was not chance; it was science. There is more gold left in these hills. Give him time and a free swing, and he"ll find it."
Carr appeared amazed.
"I can"t imagine what makes you talk like that, Al," he said shortly.
"It"s rather a serious thing with the Longstreets which way they move now. You are deliberately encouraging him to buck a game which he ought to leave to another type of man."
"Deliberately is the right word," said Howard. "And I can"t quite understand what makes you seek to discourage him and pack him off to the East again."
Carr was silent. Sanchia"s eyes, very bright, grew brighter with a keen look of understanding. Very innocently she spoke.
"Are you thinking of going East, too, Mr. Carr?" she asked.