"Do you know ... do you guess ... have you the faintest suspicion how I love you?"
"The--the coffee!" gasped Gloria. "It"s boiling over!"
He laughed joyously at that, and finally, when he had set her down, Gloria, bright and flushed, laughed too.
"Burning bacon last night, boiling coffee this morning!" he chuckled.
And then, there in the kitchen, they sat down to breakfast. "It"s sweet of you," he told her softly, "to get up and come down and see me off."
"Oh," said Gloria, "I am going with you."
Not once had King dared think of a thing like that. He had thought that at best he would be with her again in four or five days. But that she should go with him into the mountains on this quest of his? He sat and pondered and stared at her.
"Don"t you want me?" asked Gloria. "Aren"t you glad, Mark?"
She was serenely prepared for objections, should they be forthcoming.
For it was not on any spur of the moment, but after long deliberation, that she had decided that she would go with him. She wanted no scandal in the papers; she meant that there should be none. If it were rumoured that she had gone out of town with Gratton; if Gratton wanted to be ugly and feed rumour; then on top of that if she appeared within reach of a reporter without a husband, there would be talk. If it were answered that she was married to Mark King, there would be the question: "And where, my dear, is this Mark King?" Those girl friends in San Francisco who had met him at her birthday-party would be fairly squirming with excited curiosity to know _everything_. Among themselves they would make insinuations about the Bear Tamer or the Animal Trainer, as Gloria knew that they would variously and mirthfully designate him. They would find it unusual that King had married her one day and had gone off the next without her. They would hazard endless unpleasant explanations; they would get their heads together; they would make an astonishing patchwork of sc.r.a.ps of distorted rumour and bits of wild speculation.... From upstairs last night she had heard fragmentary outbursts from the "judge." "Irregular; no licence." Now Gloria meant to kill the snake outright, not to allow the scotched reptile to writhe free. She was married; she was going with her husband into the wilderness on the most romantic of all honeymoons. The papers were free to make much of that.
"Of course I want you," said King slowly. "Glad? Glad that you want to come with me? Can"t you see that I am the gladdest man on earth?
But----"
"I have already written a message I wanted to send to a girl friend in San Francisco...." It was to Miss Mildred Carter, who was engaged to be married to Bob Dwight of the _Chronicle_.... "I was going to have it phoned in to her. It tells her I"m--married. To you, Mark. And that we"re off on the most wonderful trip together into the heart of the wild country."
"G.o.d bless you," he said heartily. But Gloria, glancing at him swiftly, saw that his eyes were clouded with perplexity.
"Of course," she said, "if you don"t want a girl along----"
"Gloria!"
"Well, then? It"s settled? I"m to go?"
"Only I"m afraid it isn"t the sort of a trip for a girl. It"s hard going, and--Oh, it"s a cursed shame I can"t put it off."
"You said last night that you weren"t afraid of anything Brodie and his men could do? That they didn"t even know where to go? That they"d never know where to find you?"
"Yes. And I meant it. But----"
He wanted her with him; she wanted to come. Further, it pained him to think that those first glorious days should be spent with the mountains between them. He was tempted, sorely tempted. Gloria knew; she smiled at him across the table; she tempted him further. ...Was there really any danger, would there be danger to her? If he thought so, that there was the faintest likelihood of harm to her, he would say no, no matter what the yearning in his heart. But if they made a quick dash in and out; two days each way, not over one day at Gus Ingle"s caves? If they went on horseback nearly all the way, and travelled light? He carried a rifle nowadays, and he rather believed he might carry it ten years without ever firing a shot at any man of their hulking crowd. They could go in one way, come out another. They had at least a full day"s head start of any possible followers. No, in his heart he did not believe that there would be any danger to Gloria. Further, the thought struck him that she would not be altogether safe here; there was venom in Gratton, G.o.d only knew how virulent. And there was sinister significance in the fact that Gratton was hand in glove now with Swen Brodie. Then, too, Gratton knew from Gloria"s own lips that she had brought the message from her father in Coloma; hence Gratton might suspect, and Brodie after him, that Gloria was in possession of old Loony Honeycutt"s secret. Instead of seeming hazardous to take Gloria with him, it began to appear that his new responsibility of guarding her from all harm had begun already, and that he could best protect her from any possible evil by having her always with him. He could not allow her to go to her parents in Coloma; he thought of that, but that was Brodie"s hangout, and Ben was in no condition to send for her. Nor was it advisable for her to go alone to San Francisco; her mother was not there, and Gratton might be looked on to follow her....So with himself communed Mark King, never a man overly given to caution, but seeking now to measure chances, to set them in the scales over against the desire of his heart. A fanciful thought insisted on being heard: had Gus Ingle"s treasure hidden itself all these years, awaiting the time when he and Gloria together came to it? Their wedding gift! How much more precious then than mere gold!
"We"d travel light," he said thoughtfully, and Gloria knew that she had won. "We"d go in quick, out quick. It"s getting late in the year," he added with a smile, "and we"d have to hurry, Brodie or no Brodie. I"ve no notion for a prolonged honeymoon snow-bound in those mountains."
Her eyes danced.
"Wouldn"t that be fun!"
His smile quickened. Her childish ignorance of what such an adventure would mean was in keeping with her vast inexperience with matters of the outdoors; she had merely begun, in his company, to glimpse the true meanings of the solitudes. She would learn further--with him. And a warm glow of pleasure came with the thought that Gloria wanted to go.
The pearl-grey dawn was flowering into a still pink morning when they locked the door behind them and stepped out into the crisp, sweet freshness of the autumn air. He had made two small packs, provisions rolled into the bedding and the whole wrapped in pieces of canvas; he estimated they would be gone five days, and then, making due allowance for any reasonable delay, provisioned for ten. When he saw that Gloria had noted how for the first time on a woodland jaunt with her he carried a very businesslike-looking rifle, he explained laughingly that if they developed abnormal appet.i.tes there were both deer and bear to be had.
She was much interested in everything, and looked out to the mountains eagerly when King had swung her up to her saddle on Blackie, the tall, sober-faced horse, where she sat with a roll of blankets at her back and with the horn before her decorated with a miscellany of camp equipment--a frying-pan, a short-handled axe in its sheath, an overcoat done into a compact bundle. Here was another moment when thoughts were too slow processes to emphasize themselves; she was swayed by emotions provoked by the moment. Where were the trunks and suitcases and hat-boxes to accompany the young bride? In their stead, a coat tied into a tight bundle and a frying-pan before her. King looked at her and marvelled; her cheeks were roses, her eyes were Gloria"s own, wonderful and big and deep beyond fathoming. From his own saddle on the buckskin he nodded his approval of her.
"You are not afraid that I can"t take care of you, are you, Gloria?" he asked.
And Gloria laughed gaily, answering:
"My dear Mr. Man, I am not the least little bit afraid of anything in all the world this morning!"
So with the glorious day brightening all about them they turned away from the log house and into the trail which straightway King dubbed "Adventure Trail." And as they went he sang out joyously:
"The Lord knows what we"ll find, dear heart, and the deuce knows what we"ll do.
But we"re back once more on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail, And Life runs large on the Long Trail--the trail that is always new."
_Chapter XVII_
The magnificent wilderness into which rode Mark and Gloria King seemed to prostrate its august self to do them honour upon this their wedding morning. Succeeding the paler tints of the earlier hour came the rare blue day. Last night"s clouds had vanished; the air was clear and crisp, with still a hint of frost. On all hands had October in pa.s.sing splashed the world with colour. Along the creek the aspens danced and played and shivered in bright golden raiment; through the bushes there was a glimpse of vivid scarlet where the leaves of a dwarf maple were as bright as snow-plants. A little grove of gracefully slender poplars trembled in yellow against the azure above. The clear, thin sunlight p.r.i.c.ked out colours until it made the woods a riot of them, greens dark and light, the grey of sage, the white of a granite seam, the black of a lava rock, and in the creek spray a brilliant vari-coloured rainbow sheen. They two, riding side by side, while the broad trail permitted, pa.s.sed over the ridge and out of sight of the house. Immediately the solitudes shut down about them with t.i.tanic walls. They rode down into a long, shadowy hollow, out through a tiny verdant meadow fringed with the rusty brown of sunflower leaves, and on up to the crest of the second ridge. Already they were alone in the world, a man and his mate, with only infinity and its concrete symbols embracing them, ancient and ageless trees, limitless sky, mile after mile of ridge and precipice and barren peak. And upon them and about them and within them the utter serene hush of the Sierra.
With every swinging step of the horses taking them on, a new gladness blossomed in King"s heart. For they were pushing ever further into the portion of the world which he knew best, loved best. The present left him nothing to wish for; he had Gloria, and Gloria had elected to come with him. Until high noon they would wind along, for the most part climbing pretty steadily with the old trail--Indian trail, miners"
trail, trail which even to-day seems to lead from the first generation of the twentieth century straight back into the heart of 1850 and beyond. Here men did not penetrate save at long intervals; here was true solitude. And soon, when they should leave this trail to travel as straight a line as the broken country would allow toward Gus Ingle"s caves, they would enter a region given over entirely to the wild"s own bright-eyed, shy inhabitants.
There were red spots in Gloria"s cheeks when they started. King sought to guess at what might be the emotions of a young girl going on with Gloria"s present emotional adventure--vain task of a mere man seeking to fathom those troubled feminine depths!--marking that she was a little nervous and distrait.
"I know the place Gus Ingle tried to describe," he said, "as well as I know my old hat. Or at least I"d have said so until he mentioned the third cave. I"ve been there dozens of times, too, but I"ve got to see more than two caves there yet."
Together they had read the crabbed lines in the Bible; they had been silent thereafter as to each came imagined pictures like ghosts from the past; ghosts of greed and envy and despair. Now Gloria mused aloud:
"I wonder--do you suppose we"ll find it as he says?"
"At least we"ll see about it. And whether there be heaps and piles of red, red gold, as the tale telleth, be sure our trip is going to be worth the two days" ride. I"ll show you such chasms and gorges and crags as you"ve never turned those two lovely eyes of yours upon, Mrs. Gloria King." (He couldn"t abstain absolutely from all love-making.) "And a little grove of sequoias which belongs to me. Or, at least, I believe I am the only man who knows where they are. Friends of mine, those big fellows are, five old n.o.ble-souled monarchs."
She looked interested and treated him to a fleeting smile, but asked curiously:
"How can a man speak of a tree that way? As though it were alive--" She broke off, laughing, and amended: "But they _are_ alive, aren"t they? I mean--human."
"Why, you poor little city-bred angel," he cried heartily. "You will answer your own question inside of two days. No doubt I"m going to grow jealous of old Vulcan and Thor and Majesty. Sure, I"ve named them," he chuckled. "And you"ll come with me into their dim cathedral to-morrow at dusk and listen with me to their old sermon. A man ought to go to church to them at least once a year, to keep his soul cleaned out and growing properly."
Gloria appeared thoughtful; that she was interested just now less in that of which he spoke than in the man himself he did not suspect. She was noting how he spoke of trees as friends; how he was different from other men whom she knew in that he stood so much closer to the ancient mother, the wilderness now embracing them. Instinctively she knew that it behoved her to penetrate as deeply as she might into the inner nature of this man who, hardly more than a pleasant, attractive stranger yesterday, was to-day her husband.
"What is the oldest thing in the world?" he asked her abruptly.
She wrinkled her brows prettily at him.
"Church to-morrow evening and school now?" she countered lightly.
"Answer," insisted King. "Just at a rough guess what would you say was the oldest thing in the world?"