The Eagle's Heart

Chapter 24

Kelly shook heartily. "Oh! do ye know Tom? He"s a rare lump of a b"y, is Tom. We"ve seen great times together on the plains and on the hills.

It"s all gone now. It"s tame as a garden since the buffalo went; they"ve made it another world, b"y."

"Come along, Kelly, and we"ll have it out at my office."

As the three went out into the street they confronted a close-packed throng. The word had pa.s.sed along that the marshal was being "done," and now, singularly silent, the miners waited the opening of the door.

The marshal called from the doorstep: "It"s all right. Don"t block the street. Break away, boys, break away." The crowd opened to let them pa.s.s, fixing curious eyes upon Mose.

As the three men crossed the street the woman in the carriage came driving slowly along. Kelly and the marshal saluted gallantly, but Mose did not even bow.

She leaned from her carriage and called:

"What"s that I hear, marshal, about your getting shot?"

"All a mistake, Madam. I thought I recognized this young man and was politely ordering him out of town when he pulled his gun and nailed me to the cross."

The woman turned a smiling face toward Mose. "He must be a wonder.

Introduce me, please."

"Certain sure! This is Mrs. Raimon, Mose; "Princess Raimon," this is my friend, Mose Harding, otherwise known as "Black Mose.""

"Black Mose!" she cried; "are _you_ that terrible man?"

She reached out her little gloved hand, and as Mose took it her eyes searched his face. "I think we are going to be friends." Her voice was affectedly musical as she added: "Come and see me, won"t you?"

She did not wait for his reply, but drove on with a sudden a.s.sumption of reserve which became her very well.

The three men walked on in silence. At last, with a curious look at Kelly, the marshal said, "Young man, you"re in luck. Anything you want in town is yours now. How about it, Kelly?"

"That"s the thrue word of it."

"What do you mean?" asked Mose.

"Just this--what the princess asks for she generally gets. She"s taken a fancy to you, and if you"re keen as I think you are, you"ll call on her without much delay."

"Who is she? How does she happen to be here?"

"She came out here with her husband--and stays for love of men and mines, I reckon. Anyhow, she always has a man hangin" on, and has managed to secure some of the best mines in the camp. She works "em, too. She"s a pretty high roller, as they call "em back in the States, but she helps the poor, and pays her debts like a man, and it"s no call o" mine to pa.s.s judgment on her."

The marshal"s office was an old log shanty, one of the first to be built on the trail, and pa.s.sing through the big front room in which two or three men were lounging, the marshal led his guests to his inner office and sleeping room. A fire was blazing in a big stone fireplace. Skins and dingy blankets were scattered about, and on the mantle stood a bottle and some dirty gla.s.ses.

"Sit down, gentlemen," said the marshal, "and have some liquor."

After they were served and cigars lighted, the marshal began:

"Mose, I want you to serve as my deputy."

Mose was taken by surprise and did not speak for a few moments. The marshal went on:

"I don"t know that you"re after a job, but I"m sure I need you. There"s no use hemming and hawing--I"ve made a cussed fool of myself this evenin", and the boys are just about going to drink up my salary for me this coming week. I can"t afford _not_ to have you my deputy because you unlimbered your gun a grain of a second before me--beat me at my own trick. I need you--now what do you say?"

Mose took time to reply. "I sure need a job for the winter," he admitted, "but I don"t believe I want to do this."

The marshal urged him to accept. "I"ll call in the newspaper men and let them tell the whole story of your life, and of our little jamboree to-day--they"ll fix up a yarn that"ll paralyze the hold-up gang.

Together we"ll swoop down on the town. I"ve been planning a clean-out for some weeks, and I need you to help me turn "em loose."

Mose arose. "I guess not; I"m trying to keep clear of gun-play these days. I"ve never hunted that kind of thing, and I won"t start in on a game that"s sure to give me trouble."

The marshal argued. "Set down; listen; that"s the point exactly. The minute the boys know who you are we won"t _need_ to shoot. That"s the reason I want you--the reporters will prepare the way. Wherever we go the "bad men" will scatter."

But Mose was inexorable. "No, I can"t do it. I took just such a job once--I don"t want another."

Haney was deeply disappointed, but shook hands pleasantly. "Well, good-night; drop in any time."

Mose went out into the street once more. He was hungry, and so turned in at the princ.i.p.al hotel in the city for a "good square meal." An Italian playing the violin and his boy accompanying him on the harp, made up a little orchestra. Some palms in pots, six mirrors set between the windows, together with tall, very new, oak chairs gave the dining room a magnificence which abashed the bold heart of the trailer for a moment.

However, his was not a nature to show timidity, and taking a seat he calmly spread his damp napkin on his knee and gave his order to the colored waiter (the Palace Hotel had the only two colored waiters in Wagon Wheel) with such grace as he could command after long years upon the trail.

As he lifted his eyes he became aware of "the princess" seated at another table and facing him. She seemed older than when he saw her in the carriage. Her face was high-colored, and her hair a red-brown. Her eyes were half closed, and her mouth drooped at the corners. Her chin, supported on her left hand, glittering with jewels, was pushed forward aggressively, and she listened with indifference to the talk of her companion, a dark, smooth-featured man, with a bitter and menacing smile.

Mose was oppressed by her glance. She seemed to be looking at him from the shadow as a tigress might glare from her den, and he ate awkwardly, and his food tasted dry and bitter. Ultimately he became angry. Why should this woman, or any woman, stare at him like that? He would have understood her better had she smiled at him--he was not without experience of that sort, but this unwavering glance puzzled and annoyed him.

Putting her companion aside with a single gesture, the princess arose and came over to Mose"s table and reached her hand to him. She smiled radiantly of a sudden, and said, "How do you do, Mr. Harding; I didn"t recognize you at first."

Mose took her hand but did not invite her to join him. However, she needed no invitation, and taking a seat opposite, leaned her elbows on the table and looked at him with eyes more inscrutable than ever--despite their nearness. They were a mottled yellow and brown, he noticed, unusual and interesting eyes, but by contrast with the clear deeps of Mary"s eyes they seemed like those of some beautiful wild beast. He could not penetrate a thousandth part of a hair line beyond the exterior shine of her glance. The woman"s soul was in the unfathomable shadow beneath.

"I know all about you," she said. "I read a long article about you in the papers some months ago. You stood off a lot of bogus game wardens who were going to butcher some Shoshonees. I liked that. The article said you killed a couple of them. I hope you did."

Mose was very short. "I don"t think any of them died at my hands, but they deserved it, sure enough."

She smiled again. "After seeing you on the street, I went home and looked up that slip--I saved it, you see. I"ve wanted to see you for a long time. You"ve had a wonderful life for one so young. This article raked up a whole lot of stuff about you--said you were the son of a preacher--is that so?"

"Yes, that part of it was true."

"Same old story, isn"t it? I"m the daughter of a college professor--sectarian college at that." She smiled a moment, then became as suddenly grave. "I like men. I like men who face danger and think nothing of it. The article said you came West when a mere boy and got mixed up in some funny business on the plains and had to take a sneak to the mountains. What have you been doing since? I wish you"d tell me the whole story. Come to my house; it"s just around the corner."

As she talked, her voice became more subtly pleasing, and the lines of her mouth took on a touch of girlish grace.

"I haven"t time to do that," Mose said, "and besides, my story don"t amount to much. You don"t want to believe all they say of me. I"ve just knocked around a little like a thousand other fellows, that"s all. I pull out to-night. I"m looking up an old friend down here on a ranch."

She saw her mistake. "All right," she said, and smiled radiantly. "But come some other time, won"t you?" She was so winning, so frank and kindly that Mose experienced a sudden revulsion of feeling. A powerful charm came from her superb physique, her radiant color, and from her beautiful, flexile lips and sound white teeth. He hesitated, and she pressed her advantage.

"You needn"t be afraid of me. The boys often drop in to see me of an evening. If I can be of any use to you, let me know. I"ll tell you what you do. You take supper with me here to-morrow night. What say?"

Mose looked across at the scowling face of the woman"s companion and said hesitatingly:

"Well, I"ll see. If I have time--maybe I will."

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