"If you both will excuse me a moment I must run into the house. I have something to do before papa comes in."
Sanchia"s face glowed triumphantly, and her triumph was clearly one of sheer malevolence. Howard lifted his face to hers, letting her read his blazing wrath. She only shrugged her shoulders.
"I wish to G.o.d you were a man!" was all that he said.
"I don"t," she rejoined coolly. "It"s a whole lot more fun being a woman. Men are such fools."
She saw a tremor shake him from head to foot. He came a quick step toward her, even laid a tense hand on her horse"s mane as involuntarily his other hand was lifted; for the instant a wild fear thrilled through her. She thought that he was going to drag her from the saddle; she had driven him hard, perhaps too hard. But she saw beyond him Helen hurrying down the trail, she saw even that Helen was turning to glance back. Resourceful in a crisis had Sanchia Murray always been; resourceful now. She leaned forward, and, for Helen to see, patted the rigid hand on her horse"s neck. She laughed again as she saw that Helen was almost running now; she could fancy that she had heard a gasp catch in the girl"s throat.
"You"ll keep your hands off my affairs, Mr. Alan Howard," she said evenly. "Or I"ll spoil every dream of your life."
He held back his answer, his throat working. He saw the forsaken spurs and bridle near the bower which John Carr had constructed; he saw the sunlight and shadow across the trail down which Helen had vanished.
Then, his own spurs clanking to his long strides, he too went down the trail, his back and shoulders to Sanchia, stiff and belligerent.
Helen was in the cabin, the door closed. He called, and she did not answer. He could hear her within, rummaging about, evidently very busy with something or other; had it not been for the little s.n.a.t.c.h of song which came out to him he could have thought that she was in the grip of a frenzy no less than that riding him. He rapped on the door and called again.
"Is that you, papa?" Helen"s song was suspended briefly.
"No," answered Howard. "Won"t you let me have a word with you?"
"I"d love to," she rejoined. "But I"m terribly busy just now. I"ll be out in a minute." And again he heard her humming and stirring about.
He tried to open the door. It was locked. He turned away and sat down on the doorstep.
"I"ll wait here," he told her. "I"ll wait all day and all night if I have to."
But there is nothing harder than an indefinite waiting. He saw that Sanchia still sat upon her white mare where he had left her, that her head was bent, and she seemed to be in a profound study. Now and then he heard Helen; she appeared to be re-arranging their scant furnishings. Ten minutes pa.s.sed. He called softly:
"Aren"t you coming out, Helen?"
"Presently." By now Helen had commanded and subdued her agitation entirely to her own satisfaction. "I know it seems rude, but I simply _must_ get a few things done."
"What sort of things? Can"t I help you?"
"Help?" She laughed. "Men are such funny animals when it is a matter of helping indoors.
Sanchia had just said men were such fools. Well, come right down to it, he was rather inclined to accept the statement as largely true.
And women were so utterly beyond comprehension.
"Anyway, can"t I just come in and watch you?"
He wondered why she should seem so highly amused.
"In this little house you always seem about seven feet tall," she laughed at him. "You"d be terribly in my way. And you haven"t waited half a day yet, let alone all night."
He saw that Sanchia had suddenly lifted her head and had jerked her horse about in the trail. But she was not riding this way. She had turned toward the cliffs and was waving her hand. Then he saw Longstreet, grotesque in the various bits of Western accoutrement which he had incorporated into his wardrobe, humorously militant as to swinging revolver, miner"s pick in hand, high-booted and red-shirted.
"Your father is coming," he offered. "That Murray woman is going to meet him."
Helen had paused in her activities. But he could not guess how her expression had changed. "That Murray woman," as he spoke the words, did sound convincing. Still she did not come out. She knew that it would be a full ten minutes before Longstreet would make his way down the steep slope and come to the cabin. She resumed her occupation and remembered to accompany it with her tantalizing bit of song. Howard began to hate that air whole-heartedly.
The longest day has its end, the longest ten minutes fall something short of an eternity. At length, walking side by side, leading the white mare and chatting gaily, Longstreet and Sanchia approached the house. Longstreet saw Howard and put out a friendly hand.
"Glad to see you, my boy," he called warmly. "Helen and I have talked of you every day; we"ve missed you like the very mischief. Where is Helen, by the way?"
"Inside," Howard told him sombrely. "Changing things around and making them all over."
Helen opened the door. Howard wondered how she had found the time to lay aside her hat, give a new effect to her hair and pin on those field flowers. Her cheeks were only delicately flushed, her eyes were filled with dancing lights.
"Back again, pops?" She appeared to see only her father, though Howard still had a foot on the step and Sanchia was fluttering close at his elbow. "And no new gold mine to-day!" It was quite as though a gold mine were virtually an everyday occurrence. She patted his dusty shoulder.
"No," said Longstreet lightly. "No new mine to-day, my dear. But I"m right; I"m getting all the signs I want and expected. To-morrow or maybe the next day, we"ll have it. I know right where it is. Take the trail by----"
"Papa," said Helen hastily and a trifle impatiently, "can"t you ever learn, even after you have been bitten? If you do stumble on anything, I should think you would remember and not talk about it."
"But, my dear," he expostulated, "we are among friends."
"Are we?" Helen demanded coolly. "We were among the same friends before."
Longstreet looked frankly displeased, vaguely distressed. Sanchia was listening eagerly, her eyes stony in their covetousness. Howard, staring only at Helen, had hardly heard.
"Well, well," said Longstreet. "I haven"t found anything, so that"s all there is to to-day"s tale, anyway." He got his first view of the cabin"s interior. "What in the world has happened in there?" he demanded, in amazement.
"Nothing," answered Helen. "I"m just packing; that"s all."
"Packing, my dear? Packing what? And, pray, with what intention?"
"Packing everything, of course. And with the intention of travelling."
Longstreet looked perplexed. He turned to both Howard and Sanchia as though he suspected that they must share the secret.
"If you"ll come in, pops," Helen informed him, "we"ll arrange for everything. I wanted to get the worst of it done before you came, as you"re so frightfully upsetting when there"s anything like this to be done. Mr. Howard and Mrs. Murray," she added, explaining sweetly, "just ran in for a minute"s call. They are both in a hurry, and we had better not detain them."
Howard flushed. But his jaw muscles only bulged, and he did not withdraw his foot from the doorstep. Sanchia bestowed upon the girl a long searching look; it may have suggested itself to Sanchia"s open mind at that instant that Helen was likely to prove a more troublesome factor than she had counted on.
"If you don"t mind," Howard said with slow stubbornness, "I"d like just a few words with you and Miss Helen. Mrs. Murray came alone, and no doubt would prefer to return alone."
Sanchia"s eyes flashed and she bit her lip. Then, though her words came quickly, they were smooth and quiet and had a note of bantering laughter in them.
"Dear me, we must all be tired and hungry like a lot of children who have played too hard! We"ll be quarrelling in another moment. But I am not going to be so sensitive as to feel hurt and run off and cry; we are too good friends for that, as you"ve just said, Mr. Longstreet.
And I did so want to ask you some questions; I sent right away for the books you told me of, and I am simply mad over them. And I got one of yours, too; the one on south-western desert formations. It is the most splendid thing I ever read. But it is so erudite, so technical in places. I was going to ask if you would explain certain parts of it to me?"
"Delighted to," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Longstreet. His old beaming cheeriness enwrapped him like a rosy mist. "Come in, come in. And you, too, Alan."
They entered, Sanchia with a sidelong look at Helen, Howard grave and stubborn. Everything was in a state of confusion which Sanchia was quick to mark, while Howard saw nothing of it. He saw only Helen looking a far-off princess, cold and unapproachable. And only a few minutes ago she had been just a winsome girl who leaned toward him, whom he dared to hope he could gather up into his arms.
Helen"s expression was one of set determination. She breathed quickly and deeply. Her anger rose that her two guests had overridden her expressed wish. She watched her father hand Sanchia a chair. She saw them sit down together at the table, Longstreet beginning to talk largely upon his hobby, Sanchia encouraging him with her sympathetic smile and her pertinent questions. It appeared that Sanchia had really read and understood and was interested.
"Papa," said Helen quietly, though her voice shook a little, "I suppose that a time for very plain talking has come. We will never get anywhere without it. I have shown Mrs. Murray as plainly as I could that I don"t trust her and further that I do not like her. She should not come into my house. You should not ask her, if she has not enough pride to refuse your invitation. Do you want me to go? Or will you ask her to go?"