"Oh, well, have it your own way, stupid! Only, go on over to the living tent while I clean up here." This with a curious glance at Roger"s preoccupied eyes; those fine, steady, clear-seeing eyes, that saw so much and so little of life.
"Just one thing more, Roger," she said. He paused in the doorway and looked at her with a smile. "Yes, ma"am."
"Ernest told me on the way out about your money troubles. I don"t want you to worry about the cost of keeping me. I can pay my way. I had to come against Papa"s wishes, of course, but I had my own little chunk of savings and Mamma had a little. And I just made up my mind I was going to get away from home for a while if it was the last act of my life. And I know I can do lots of things to make you all comfortable."
"I"m as glad as I can be to have you here, Elsa. And after all you folks have done for me, it makes me sick not to be able to do everything for you. But I swear I"m right up against it. Some day I"ll make it all up to you and Ern. See if I don"t. If you can keep homesick old Ern bucked up you"ll be doing your bit. Your father need have had no fear. Ern"ll be back in the University when this is done contented to teach the rest of his life."
"I know it. And how about you, Roger?"
"Me? Oh, I"ve struck my gait down here. I"m going to follow heat problems round the world, see if I don"t."
He looked off over the desert with a glow in his face that the girl never had seen there before. She gave a wistful little sigh, and began to unroll the kitchen ap.r.o.n she had brought under her arm.
"Run along while I try to make the place fit for white people to live in," she said.
It was a comfort to have a woman about the camp. The three men testified to this at supper time as they ate the meal she had prepared in an immaculate kitchen. That evening after Roger had taken Elsa back up to the ranch, Ernest decided he would accompany Gustav into Archer"s to get some khaki for Elsa and to endeavor to locate some sulphur dioxide by telegraph. Elsa announced that although she would sleep and take breakfast at the ranch she would spend the day at the Plant as housekeeper.
It was perhaps four o"clock the next afternoon, that Roger, at work in the engine house, saw Felicia half running, half plodding through the sand. Elsa, sewing in the living tent, saw her at the same time.
"What can they mean by letting her come out in this awful heat?" she called to Roger.
Roger made no reply but shouted to Felicia, "Don"t run, child! It"s too hot!"
Felicia"s answer was to quicken her pace. With a sudden sense of apprehension Roger went to meet her. Felicia was sobbing when he reached her. He lifted her in his arms.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
Felicia was almost beyond words. "d.i.c.ky--he"s--sick again! And--he yelled at me--and slapped me, and he knocked Charley over with his fist.
And I ran away--to you--"
Roger"s lips stiffened. Elsa had joined them and as he set Felicia down, he said hurriedly, "Take her into the tent. Cool her down gradually.
Keep her there till I come."
And he set off as fast as he dared in the burning sun. As he neared the ranch house, he could hear d.i.c.k"s incoherent shouts and as he ran up the trail, d.i.c.k appeared on the porch.
"Get out of here, Roger!" he roared, thickly.
Roger ran up the steps. "Where"s Charley?"
d.i.c.k planted himself belligerently in the doorway, "Get out!" Roger moved slowly toward him. A heavy odor of cologne enveloped d.i.c.k. A quick surmise flashed over Roger.
"Felicia needs Charley, d.i.c.k, I"ve got to fetch her."
"Get out!" repeated d.i.c.k sullenly. He gave a lunge toward Roger and Roger met him with a quick undercut on the jaw that laid d.i.c.k flat. He dragged him down the trail to the seed and tool shack, where he turned the heavy b.u.t.ton on the door. Then he ran into the house.
Charley lay on the floor, her hair in disorder about her. Roger, with an oath, stooped over her, then ran for a cup of water and bathed her face.
In a moment she opened her eyes. Roger"s own eyes were black with excitement but he met her puzzled gaze with a twisted smile.
"There you are, Charley! Where are you hurt?"
She did not answer but struggled to rise and Roger putting an arm under her shoulder helped her to her feet where she leaned dizzily against him, for a moment, shoulder to shoulder.
"Where"s Felicia, Roger?"
"Safe with Elsa at the Plant. Sit down here on the couch, Charley. Where did d.i.c.k strike you?"
"He--he--where is he, Roger?" clinging suddenly to Roger"s hand as he laid her back on the couch.
"Locked in the tool house. Charley, you _must_ tell me what happened so I can help you."
"Why--he--he pushed me backward and I must have hit something when I fell. The back of my head is very sore and my head aches terribly--and I"m a little sick at my stomach."
"Let me see your head," said Roger peremptorily. He parted the ma.s.s of bronze brown hair, wondering even in his anger and pity at its softness and thickness. It was not difficult to locate the great lump at the base of the skull.
"He might have killed you if it hadn"t been for your hair. The skin isn"t broken. Be still, Charley, till I get a basin of water and a towel."
He was back in a moment and sitting down on the edge of the couch, he attempted to bathe the swelling. But Charley groaned in agony at the first touch, so he gave that up and bathed her face and wrist awkwardly but very gently.
"I guess it"s my turn to say "Poor Child,"" Roger murmured.
The quick tears sprang to Charley"s eyes. At this moment d.i.c.k gave an incoherent shout. Charley gripped Roger"s hand.
"It"s all right," he said. "He can"t get out, the whelp!"
"Roger! Don"t hurt him. Promise me you won"t hurt him!"
"Hurt him!" Roger burst forth. "How can you be so foolish! He ought to be beaten within an inch of his life. He"s gotten drunk on cologne!"
"Roger, he"s never been this bad before. He"s been growing slowly better all these years. He never struck me before."
"And you"ve been living with a drunkard all these years who might have killed you. You knew this, yet you let little Felicia come to you. How could you do it?" Roger paced up and down the floor.
Charley looked at him piteously, but he went on, his voice growing louder.
"You must know that a periodic drunkard is the worst kind and almost never cured. I thought you were unafraid of truth, but you"ve been living just like a sentimental woman, after all."
Charley raised her hands and dropped them as if in despair. "I promised mother I"d never leave him. And he"s put up a fight. Oh, you"ll never know what a fight! And I love him. He"s a dear when he"s not drinking."
d.i.c.k roared again and Roger stared at Charley"s sick white face.
"Promise me you won"t hurt him, Roger."
"How can I promise when I know if I get another glimpse of him I"ll break every bone in his carca.s.s?"
Again Charley dropped her hands with that despairing gesture. "Then how can I help fearing your dreadful temper as much as I do d.i.c.k"s drinking?
What difference is there?"
Roger jumped as if she had struck him. "You can"t mean that! You"re sick and unstrung and don"t know what you"re saying. I"ll go after Ern."