But Longstreet had sighted them and was out in the road calling to them, and Carr made no answer.
Chapter VII
Waiting for Moonrise
For upward of two hours Longstreet and Helen were at the store, making their purchases. Carr said good-bye, promising to look them up at their camp at the ridge by the time they should be ready for callers; he shook hands warmly with the professor, and for a moment stood over Helen, looking steadily into her eyes. She returned his regard frankly and friendlily, but in the end flushed a little. When Carr went out, Howard, saying that he would be back presently, went out with him.
"Two bang-up, square-shooting gents!" cried Longstreet warmly. Helen turned upon him in amazement.
"Papa!" she gasped. "Where on earth did you get that sort of talk?"
Longstreet smiled brightly.
"Haven"t I told you, my dear." he explained, "that when in Rome one should learn from the Romans?"
He led the way to the counter. It was heaped high with all sorts of merchandise, dry goods and groceries, and hardware--anything the purchaser might desire from ham and bacon and tinned goods to shirts and overalls, spurs and guns. Behind it stood the proprietor, a slant-eyed, thievish-looking Mexican, while behind him were his untidy shelves--a further jumble of commodities. He looked his approval at the girl, his professional interest at the father.
Longstreet frankly turned out the contents of his purse upon the counter, his ready way of computing their resources and judging the proper cash outlay for the present. The slant eyes grew narrower with speculation.
"One hundred and eighty-odd dollars," he computed approximately.
"We"ll spend about a hundred with you to-day, my friend."
"_Bueno, senor_," agreed the Mexican. And he waved to his shelves.
Helen, who knew only too well her father"s carelessness in money matters, was not satisfied with an approximate estimate of their resources. She counted carefully.
"You should have had nearer two hundred dollars, pops," she told him gently. "Have you felt in all your pockets? I am afraid that you have lost a five or ten-dollar piece."
He evaded. "It"s of no moment." he said hastily. "A few bucks one way or the other won"t plug a hole in a "dobe wall. And this _hombre_ is waiting."
This time Helen did not even gasp. Something had occurred to work havoc with her father"s accustomed fine academic speech. This smacked, she thought, of the influence of Barbee.
But soon she forgot this and with it the discrepancy in cash; she had begun to purchase, to barter with the storekeeper, to fairly revel in delights of camp preparations. For, after all, life was not all seriousness, and here, offering itself for the morrow, was a rare lark.
A spice of recklessness entered the moment; the dollars went skipping across the counter, and packages and boxes came heaped up in their places.
Howard looked in on them once; they did not see him. He went his way, and still Longstreet made new suggestions and Helen and the Mexican bargained. The first coolness of the late afternoon was stirring, the broad sun had gone down, leaving the land in soft, grateful shadow, something over a hundred dollars had been spent, when with a sigh Helen put the residue of the family fortune into the old purse, and the purse, though reluctantly, into her father"s pocket. She did not want to hurt his feelings now; but she really thought that once they were settled in their new home, she ought to employ some tactful method of acquiring custody.
They went down the dusty street arm in arm and in gay spirits. Tod Barstow had driven off to a stable somewhere; the goods were to be called for to-morrow morning; now they could go down to the hotel, to the chairs on the shady porch, and then to dinner. And, thought Helen, with more than a flicker of interest, she would see the "widow."
As though she were awaiting them, Mrs. Murray was on the porch. With her was Barbee, who rose promptly and elaborately performed the ceremony of introduction.
"Mr. Longstreet," he said formally, "shake hands with my friend, Mrs.
Murray. Miss Longstreet, make you acquainted with my friend, Mrs.
Murray."
Mrs. Murray shook hands with them both, exclaiming brightly at her delight. Then, as they all sat down, she and Helen considered each other. Oddly, Helen had known all along that she would not like Mrs.
Murray; now, and after the first probing glance, she was prepared for downright dislike. Longstreet, on the other hand, was obviously very favourably impressed. Nor without more than a little to be said on his side of the question. The woman was young, pet.i.te, dark and unusually pretty. Her teeth flashed in engaging smiles, her eyes were large and quick and bright; she was all vivacity; her glance could be at one moment limpid, humid, haunting, and at the moment hold a gleam and sparkle of mirth. Even Helen could find no fault with her little travelling suit.
Plain to be read by anyone with a claim to eyesight was Yellow Barbee"s devotion; equally plainly decipherable, thought Helen, was the fact of Mrs. Murray"s amus.e.m.e.nt at Barbee"s infatuation. It meant nothing to her; she was playing with him as, no doubt, she had played with many another susceptible youngster. Helen was sure she read that in the eyes which the young woman turned now and then upon the languishing young cowboy.
Presently Alan Howard put in his appearance, freshly shaven and shorn, and they all went in together to supper. Helen was unaffectedly glad to see him; she had seen all that she cared to see of Mrs. Murray and something more than that of Barbee. Howard greeted Mrs. Murray casually; she cried a friendly, "Oh, h.e.l.lo, Al!" and he stepped to Helen"s side. Barbee hastened to place his big palm under Mrs.
Murray"s elbow and steered her, after the approved fashion of the community, in to the table. She allowed him the liberty; but while Barbee"s eyes devoured her face, Helen managed to mark that the "widow"
was studying Alan Howard.
At table Alan and Helen found a variety of subjects to interest them; Mrs. Murray stared at them a moment, then shrugged her plump shoulders and made Barbee transcendently happy and miserable by turns; Longstreet ate his dried beef stew abstractedly. Barbee and Mrs. Murray, who finished first, excused themselves and went back to the gathering dusk of the porch, whence her light laughter came now and then trilling back into the dining-room.
"Who is she?" asked Helen, her eyes full upon Howard"s.
"Mrs. Murray?" He shrugged. "That is all I know of her; or that anyone I know knows of her. I don"t fancy," he added coolly, "that you will like her."
"I don"t," the girl announced briefly.
"Mind you," he hurried to continue, "I don"t know a blessed thing against her. I just meant that I didn"t think her your kind."
"Thank you," Helen replied, accepting the statement as a satisfactory compliment. He laughed. Then he looked toward the professor, whose thoughts were plainly a thousand miles away.
"I"ve caught an inspiration," he said softly.
"What is it?" smiled Helen.
There"ll be a moon in two or three hours. At best the accommodations here are bad; rooms stuffy and close and hot. If you are not too tired-----"
He saw that she understood what he meant, and further that she gave her glad acceptance.
"It will be fun!" she told him. He even detected a something of eagerness in her tone; he had already thought that it would be just he and she this time--they two alone riding together out through the glorious night, chaperoned only by the knowledge that somewhere in the distance behind them the wagon jolted along. He wondered if she, too, had thought of this?
When the three at table finished and went out into the cool of the porch they found only empty chairs; a half-silhouette showed where Barbee leaned against a pepper tree by the roadside. Helen settled herself comfortably, wandering if Mrs. Murray had re-entered the hotel by some side door or if she had business elsewhere. Howard made the suggestion of the return to Desert Valley. Longstreet hesitated, then objected, saying that by now the store would be closed and that the wagon was still to be loaded.
"Tod Barstow will be up at the saloon, probably looking for a game of cribbage," said Howard. "It will take me about three shakes to locate him. The store will be open; old Mexican Pete lives in the back. I"ll have Tod hitch up at the first peep of the moon; he can load your stuff on in twenty minutes."
Helen added her voice to Alan"s. Longstreet"s eyes travelled out to the listless figure against the pepper tree. At the moment Barbee"s silhouette disengaged itself from the tree"s shadowy trunk and started up the road.
"All right," said Longstreet. "But you needn"t trouble about looking up Barstow; I"d enjoy the walk. If you and Helen will wait here, I"ll see that the wagon is ready about moonrise." And as though he had just remembered an important engagement, he hurried away.
They saw him overtake Barbee; they heard his cheerful voice, and then a surly rejoinder from the boy. Then, far across the sky, a star fell and their eyes went to it together and they fell silent. When the brief silence was gone, and they talked in lowered voices, they had both forgotten Longstreet and Barbee. And, for one, Alan Howard was in no haste for the rising moon.
Chapter VIII
Poker and the Scientific Mind
Barbee, as he himself would have expressed it, was soured on life. At least for the moment, and after all that is about all that life is, the instant that it is pa.s.sing. When Longstreet called to him he grunted in disgust. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and spat out the cold stump of his cigarette. It was Barbee"s natural way to swing along with his hat far back, so that he might see the stars. Now his hat brim was dragged low, and for Barbee the stars were only less remote and frigid than a certain fickle woman.
"I say, Barbee," called the professor a second time.