Chapter III
Payment in Raw Gold
"You were merely speaking by way of jest, I take it, Mr. Howard,"
remarked Longstreet, after he had interestedly watched the rancher put a third and fourth heaping spoonful of sugar in his tin cup of coffee.
"I refer, you understand, to your hinting a moment ago at there being any truth in the old Indian superst.i.tions. I am not to suppose, am I, that you actually give any credence to tales of supernatural influences manifested hereabouts?"
Alan Howard stirred his coffee meditatively, and after so leisurely a fashion that Longstreet began to fidget. The reply, when finally it came, was sufficiently non-committal.
"I said "_Quien sabe_?" to the question just now," he said, a twinkle in the regard bestowed upon the scientist. "They are two pretty good little old words and fit in first-rate lots of times."
"Spanish for "Who knows?" aren"t they?"
Howard nodded. "They used to be Spanish; I guess they"re Mex by now."
Longstreet frowned and returned to the issue.
"If you were merely jesting, as I supposed----"
"But was I?" demanded Howard. "What do I know about it? I know horses and cows; that"s my business. I know a thing or two about men, since that"s my business at times, too; also something like half of that about half-breeds and mules; I meet up with them sometimes in the run of the day"s work. You know something of what I think you call auriferous geology. But what does either of us know of the nightly custom of dead Indians and Indian G.o.ds?"
Helen wondered with her father whether there were a vein of seriousness in the man"s thought. Howard squatted on his heels, from which he had removed his spurs; they were very high heels, but none the less he seemed comfortably at home rocking on them. Longstreet noted with his keen eyes, altered his own squatting position a fraction, and opened his mouth for another question. But Howard forestalled him, saying casually:
"I have known queer things to happen here, within a few hundred yards of this place. I haven"t had time to go finding out the why of them; they didn"t come into my day"s work. I have listened to some interesting yarns; truth or lies it didn"t matter to me. They say that ghosts haunt the Pool just yonder. I have never seen a ghost; there"s nothing in raising ghosts for market, and I"m the busiest man I know trying to chew a chunk that I have bitten off. They tell you down at San Juan and in Poco Poco, and all the way up to Tecolote, that if you will come here a certain moonlight night of the year and will watch the water of the pool, you"ll see a vision sent up by the G.o.ds of the Underworld. They"ll even tell you how a nice little old G.o.d by the name of Pookhonghoya appears now and then by night, hunting souls of enemies--and running by the side of the biggest, strangest wolf that human eyes ever saw."
Helen looked at him swiftly. He had added the last item almost as an afterthought. She imagined that he had embellished the old tale from his own recent experience, and, further, that Mr. Alan Howard was making fun of them and was no adept in the science of fabrication.
"They go further," Howard spun out his tale. "Somewhere in the desert country to the north there is, I believe, a tribe of Hidden People that the white man has never seen. The interesting thing about them is that they are governed by a young and altogether maddeningly pretty G.o.ddess who is white and whose name is Yahoya. When they come right down to the matter of giving names," he added gravely, "how is a man to go any further than just say, "_Quien sabe_?""
"That is stupid." said Longstreet irascibly. "It"s a man"s chief affair in life to _know_. These absurd legends----"
"Don"t you think, papa," said Helen coolly, "that instead of taxing Mr.
Howard"s memory and--and imagination, it would be better if you asked him about our way from here on?"
Howard chuckled. Professor Longstreet set aside his cup, cleared his throat and agreed with his daughter.
"I am prospecting," he announced, "for gold. We are headed for what is known as the Last Ridge country. I have a map here."
He drew it from his pocket, neatly folded, and spread it out. It was a map such as is to be purchased for fifty cents at the store in San Juan, showing the main roads, towns, waterholes and trails. With a blue pencil he had marked out the way they planned to go. Howard bent forward and took the paper.
"We are going the same way, friend," he said as he looked up. "What is more, we are going over a trail I know by heart. There is a good chance I can save you time and trouble by making it a party of three.
Am I wanted?"
"It is extremely kind of you," said Longstreet appreciatively. "But you are on horseback and we travel slowly."
"I can spare the time," was the even rejoinder. "And I"ll be glad to do it."
During the half-hour required to break camp and pack the two horses, Alan Howard gave signs of an interest which now and then mounted almost to high delight. He made no remark concerning the elaborate system of water-bottles and canteens, but his eyes brightened as he aided the professor in making them fast. When the procession was ready to start he strode on ahead, leading his own horse and hiding from his new friends the widening grin upon his face.
The sun was up; already the still heat of the desert was in the air.
Behind the tall rancher and his glossy mare came Professor Longstreet driving his two pack animals. Just behind him, with much grave speculation in her eyes, came Helen. A new man had swum all unexpectedly into her ken and she was busy cataloguing him. He looked the native in this environment, but for all that he was plainly a man of her own cla.s.s. No illiteracy, no wild shy awkwardness marked his demeanour. He was as free and easy as the north wind; he might, after all, be likeable. Certainly it was _courtois_ of him to set himself on foot to be one of them. The mare looked gentle despite her high life; Helen wondered if Alan Howard had thought of offering her his mount?
They had come to the first of the low-lying hills.
"Miss Longstreet," called Howard, stopping and turning, "wouldn"t you like to swing up on Sanchia? She is dying to be ridden."
The trail here was wide and clearly defined; hence Longstreet and his two horses went by and Helen came up with Howard. Hers was the trick of level, searching eyes. She looked steadily at him as she said evenly:
"So her name is Sanchia?"
For an instant the man did not appear to understand. Then suddenly Helen was treated to the sight of the warm red seeping up under his tan. And then he slapped his thigh and laughed; his laughter seeming unaffected and joyous.
"Talk about getting absent-minded in my old age," he declared. "Her name did use to be Sanchia; I changed it to Helen. Think of my sliding back to the old name."
Helen"s candid look did not shift for the moment that she paused. Then she went on by him, following her father, saying merely:
"Thank you, I"ll walk. And if she were mine I"d keep the old name; Sanchia suits her exactly."
But as she hurried on after her father she had time for reflection; plainly the easy-mannered Mr. Alan Howard had renamed his mare only this very morning; as plainly had he in the first place called her Sanchia in honour of some other friend or chance acquaintance. Helen wondered vaguely who the original Sanchia was. To her imagination the name suggested a slim, big-eyed Mexican girl. She found time to wonder further how many times Mr. Howard had named his horse.
They skirted a hill, dipped into the hollow which gave pa.s.sageway between this hill and its twin neighbour, mounted briefly, and within twenty minutes came to the pool about which legends flocked. From their vantage point they looked down upon it. The sun searched it out almost at the instant that their eyes caught the glint of it. Fed by many hidden springs it was a still, smooth body of water in the bowl of the hills; it looked cool and deep and had its own air of mystery; in its ancient bosom it may have hidden bones or gold. Some devotee had planted a weeping willow here long ago; the great tree now flourished and cast its reflection across its own fallen leaves.
Helen"s eyes dreamed and sought visions; the spot touched her with its romance, and she, after the true style of youth, lent aid to the still influences. Alan Howard, to whom this was scarcely other than an everyday matter, turned naturally to the new and was content to watch the girl. As for Longstreet, his regard was busied with the stones at his feet, and thereafter with a washout upon a hill-side where the formation of the hills themselves was laid bare to a scientific eye.
"There"s gold everywhere about here," he announced placidly. "But not in the quant.i.ties I have promised you, Helen. We"ll go on to the Last Ridge country before we stop."
Howard turned from the daughter to consider the father long and searchingly, after the way of one man seeking another"s measure.
"As a rule I go kind of slow when it comes to cutting in on another fellow"s play," he said bluntly. "But I"m going to chip in now with this: I know that Last Ridge country from horn to tail, and all the gold that"s in it or has ever been in it wouldn"t buy a drink of bad whisky in Poco Poco."
The light of forensic battle leaped up bright and eager in Longstreet"s eyes. But Howard saw it, and before the professor"s unshaken positiveness could pour itself forth in a forensic flood the rancher cut the whole matter short by saying crisply:
"I know. And it"s up to you. I"ve shot my volley to give you the right slant and you can play out your string your own way. Right now we"d better be moseying on; the sun"s climbing, partner."
He pa.s.sed by them, leading his mare toward a crease in the hills which gave ready pa.s.sage out of the bowl and again to the sweep of the desert. Longstreet dropped in behind him, driving his two horses, while Helen stood a little alone by the pool, looking at it with eyes which still brooded. In her hatband was a bluebird feather; her fingers rose to it reminiscently. A faint, dying breeze just barely stirred the drooping branches of the willow; in one place the graceful pendant leaves merged with their own reflections below, faintly blurring them with the slightest of ripples. Here, in the sunlight, was a languid place of dreams; by mellow, magic moonlight what wonder if there came hither certain of the last remnants and relics of an old superst.i.tious people, seeking visions? And an old saw hath it, "What ye seek for ye shall find."
Helen looked up; already Howard had pa.s.sed out of sight; already her father"s two pack horses had followed the rancher"s mare beyond the brushy flank of the hill and Longstreet himself would be out of her sight in another moment. She turned a last look upon the still pond and hurried on.
Now again, as upon yesterday and the day before, the desert seemed without limit about them. The hot sun mounted; the earth sweltered and baked and blistered. Heat waves shimmered in the distances; the distances themselves were withdrawn into the veil of ultimate distances over which the blazing heat lay in what seemed palpable strata; crunching rock and gravel in the dry water-courses burned through thick sole-leather; burning particles of sand got into boots and irritated the skin; humans and horses toiled on, hour after hour, from early listlessness to weariness and, before noon, to parched misery. Even Howard, who confessed that he was little used to walking, admitted that this sort of thing made no great hit with him. During the forenoon he again offered his mount to Helen; when she sought to demur and hoped to be persuaded, he suggested a compromise; they would take turns, she, her father and himself. By noon, when they camped for lunch and a two hours" rest, all three had ridden.
Barely perceptibly the sweeps about them had altered during the last hour before midday. Here and there were low hills dotted occasionally by trees, covered with spa.r.s.e dry gra.s.s. Here, said Howard, were the outer fringes of the grazing land; his cattle sometimes strayed as far as this. The spot chosen for nooning was a suspicion less breathlessly hot; there was a sluggish spring ringed about with wiry green gra.s.s and shaded by a clump of mongrel trees.
Helen ate little and then lay down and slept. Longstreet, his knees gathered in his arms, his back to a tree, sat staring thoughtfully across the billowing country before them; Howard smoked a cigarette, stood a moment looking curiously down at the weary figure of the girl, and then strode off to the next shade for his own siesta.
"Rode pretty well all night," he explained half apologetically to Longstreet as he went. "And haven"t walked this much since last time."