"I"ll go with you, d.i.c.k, and take our team to the corral," said Roger.
"Don"t be a fool!" growled d.i.c.k. "I"ll take them without any help. If I"ve got to board "em, I"ll do the work for "em. Don"t you b.u.t.t in!" He mounted one of his own horses and stringing the others behind, he rode off under the starlight.
"For the Lord"s sake!" exclaimed Roger, following Ernest into the tent, "what"s the matter with d.i.c.k?"
Ernest tossed a pile of mail onto the trunk beside the candle. "I haven"t the remotest idea. He was as jolly as usual when we had our supper at sunset. About an hour ago I spoke to him and he took my head off. I haven"t tried him since. Sweet for poor Charley."
"I didn"t know he was subject to grouches," mused Roger. "Say, Ern, before I read the mail, I"ve got some news for you."
"Qui-tha done some real work?" asked Ernest with a yawn.
"Oh, Qui-tha! I"d forgotten him. He departed that morning without a farewell. We have, however, another guest, who is at this moment asleep in her own tent, near the cook house."
"Get out, Roger! It"s too late for joking. Let me get to bed."
"A regular lady, Ern, six feet two or three in height and as near as I can make out she"s here for keeps. She"s Von Minden"s wife."
Ernest stopped yawning. "Who the deuce is Von Minden?"
"Oh, I forgot to mention him. He"s the man who tried to shoot me yesterday."
Ernest stared at Roger incredulously. "Rog, what"s the matter with you?
You"re positively maudlin."
Roger chuckled. "Next time you want excitement, Ernie, don"t go to Archer"s Springs. Stay right at home here in the G.o.d-forsakenest spot on earth. Now I"ll make my story as short as I can, but you"ve got to hear it to-night. I can"t sleep with it on my chest and she"s liable to break loose with something any time."
He finished his story as rapidly as possible, Ernest"s consternation growing as he proceeded.
"But, my Lord, Rog, she can"t stay here!" he cried.
"So I told her. So Charley told her. But she"s here. In her tent. On her air mattress. Her rocking chair beside her. Her books on occultism at her head."
"I was going to ask you to read that letter from Washington to-night,"
said Ernest, feebly, "but I feel that I need immediate rest. I"ll go up in the morning to see d.i.c.k and if he still has his grouch with him, I"ll bring him back to tackle the lady."
Roger yawned. "Guess I will leave the mail until morning. That woman has exhausted me more than any job we"ve tackled yet."
He blew out the candle and in a few moments the little camp was silent in the star glow.
CHAPTER VI
THE LETTER FROM WASHINGTON
In spite of his weariness, Roger could not sleep. He scarcely had closed his eyes when the memory of d.i.c.k"s curious ugliness made him open them and stare into the darkness. What in the world could induce a seemingly pleasant fellow like d.i.c.k to go off apparently without cause into a deep seated grouch?
Roger shook himself. What a fool he was to lie awake over a thing as trivial as this. All men were moody. Roger told himself that, excepting Ernest, every man he knew had unaccountable grouches. Then he closed his eyes and opened them again. Would d.i.c.k row Charley? It was unthinkable that a man should row a woman of her type. Roger had discovered that he admired his old time playmate very much. She was so calm, so clear headed and keen thinking. With all the dignity of her splendid boyish physique added to her splendid intelligence, it was very unpleasant to think of her having to submit to bullying.
Roger turned over with a sigh. After a time of tossing, moved by an unaccountable impulse, he crept out of bed and peered from the tent flap toward the ranch house. A faint speck of light flecked the darkness. He scratched a match and looked at his watch. It was half past two. He went back to bed, where he lay for a half hour, wondering what was going on at the ranch house.
This was an unusual proceeding for Roger. Like most only children Roger had grown up self-centered and more or less selfish. His work had tended to increase these characteristics. Not since his mother"s death, with the single exception of his thoughtful affection for Mamma Wolf, had Roger spent so much of himself on another"s problem as he now was spending on Charley"s.
He rose again. The light still shone from the adobe. He slipped into his clothes and noiselessly left the tent. It was nipping cold and he walked as fast as the heavy sand permitted. As he neared the ranch, a second light appeared and moved down to the corral. A few minutes later Roger had reached the bars.
"d.i.c.k," he cried softly to the dark figure that was pulling the harness off one of the horses. "It"s Roger! Anything the matter? I saw the light." The figure dropped the harness and ran over to the bar. As the "bug" light caught her face, Roger saw that it was Charley.
"Oh, Roger!" she exclaimed. "I"m so glad, so glad to see you!"
He vaulted over the bar.
"Hush," she said, "d.i.c.k"s sick and I"ve just gotten him to sleep."
"Sick! That accounts for his grouch then! Why couldn"t he say so! Shall I go for the doctor, Charley?"
"No! No! He"s subject to these attacks. Did--did Ernest mind his being cross?" In the candlelight Charley looked anxiously into Roger"s face.
"Not a bit. He just wondered about it because the change came on so suddenly. What is it? His stomach?"
"Yes, his stomach," replied Charley.
"Sure you don"t want me to go for the doctor?"
Charley"s voice trembled a little. "Very sure! But you can hang up the harness for me while I hold the light." Then, as Roger obeyed with alacrity, she asked: "What made you come up this hour of the night?"
"I couldn"t sleep. Then I began to think about your brother"s grouch. I got up and took a look in this direction and saw the light. I don"t know just why I came. Restless, I guess!"
He tossed the lines over a peg and came back to take the lantern from Charley. As the light flashed on her face he saw that she looked very tired and that her lip was quivering. A wordless surprise swept over Roger. The feeling he had had that Charley was like an interesting boy whom he would wish to keep for a friend was rudely shocked by that quivering lip. Only a girl"s lip could tremble so.
"Something _is_ wrong," he said, anxiously. "Let me help you."
"You have helped me, more than you can know. Go home to bed now or you won"t be fit for work to-morrow. And that work is just about the most important thing in this valley."
Roger could think of no adequate reply. He lowered the bars for Charley and put them up again. The two stood in silent contemplation of the desert night. The night wind was dying as dawn approached. Above and below was one perfect blending of dusky blue, with only the faint fleck of star silver to mark the sky from the earth. Roger"s nerves quickened to the wonder of the night. He turned to Charley.
"I don"t feel as if I"d ever lived before," he half whispered.
"I know," replied the girl. "I don"t believe a person could be a real agnostic in the desert, do you?"
"No," said Roger, simply.
"You must go to bed," repeated Charley. "And you mustn"t worry any more about me." She turned to run quickly up the trail to the adobe.
Roger started campward.
He was wakened later in the morning by the sound of conversation.