"What a mystery it all is! You turn from a splendid fellow like Landon to a "skate" like me. Landon worships you--you know that--don"t you?"
"I know--he--" she ended, vaguely distressed.
"Did he ask you to marry him?"
"Yes."
"Why didn"t you? He"s just the mate for you. He"s a man of high character and education." She made no answer to this, and he went on: "Dear girl, I"m not worth your care--truly I"m not. I resented your engagement to Belden, for he was a brute; but Landon is different. He thinks the world of you. He"ll go high in the service. I"ve never done anything in the world--I never shall. It will be better for you if I go--to-morrow."
She took his hand and pressed it to her cheek, then, putting her arm about his neck, drew him to her bosom and kissed him pa.s.sionately. "You break my heart when you talk like that," she protested, with tears. "You mustn"t say such gloomy things--I won"t let you give up. You shall come right home with me, and I will nurse you till you are well. It was all my fault. If we had only stayed in camp at the lake daddy would have joined us that night, and if I had not loitered on the mountain yesterday Cliff would not have overtaken us. It"s all my fault."
"I will not have it go that way," he said. "I"ve brought you only care and unhappiness thus far. I"m an alien--my ways are not your ways."
"I can change," she answered. "I hate my ways, and I like yours."
As they argued she felt no shame, and he voiced no resentment. She knew his mood. She understood his doubt, his depression. She pleaded as a man might have done, ready to prove her love, eager to restore his self-respect, while he remained both bitter and sadly contemptuous.
A cow-hand riding up the trail greeted Berrie respectfully, but a cynical smile broke out on his lips as he pa.s.sed on. Another witness--another gossip.
She did not care. She had no further concern of the valley"s comment. Her life"s happiness hung on the drooping eyelashes of this wounded boy, and to win him back to cheerful acceptance of life was her only concern.
"I"ve never had any motives," he confessed. "I"ve always done what pleased me at the moment--or because it was easier to do as others were doing. I went to college that way. Truth is, I never had any surplus vitality, and my father never demanded anything of me. I haven"t any motives now. A few days ago I was interested in forestry. At this time it all seems futile. What"s the use of my trying to live?"
Part of all this despairing cry arose from weariness, and part from a luxurious desire to be comforted, for it was sweet to feel her sympathy.
He even took a morbid pleasure in the distress of her eyes and lips while her rich voice murmured in soothing protest.
She, on her part, was frightened for him, and as she thought of the long ride still before them she wrung her hands. "Oh, what shall I do? What shall I do?" she moaned.
Instantly smitten into shame, into manlier mood, he said: "Don"t worry about me, please don"t. I can ride. I"m feeling better. You must not weaken. Please forgive my selfish complaints. I"m done! You"ll never hear it again. Come, let us go on. I can ride."
"If we can reach Miller"s ranch--"
"I can ride to _your_ ranch," he declared, and rose with such new-found resolution that she stared at him in wonder.
He was able to smile. "I"ve had my little crying spell. I"ve relieved my heart of its load. I didn"t mean to agonize you. It was only a slump." He put his hand to his head. "I must be a comical figure. Wonder what that cowboy thought of me?"
His sudden reversal to cheer was a little alarming to her, but at length she perceived that he had in truth mastered his depression, and bringing up the horses she saddled them, and helped him to mount. "If you get tired or feel worse, tell me, and we"ll go into camp," she urged as they were about to start.
"You keep going till I give the sign," he replied; and his voice was so firm and clear that her own sunny smile came back. "I don"t know what to make of you," she said. "I reckon you must be a poet."
XIII
THE GOSSIPS AWAKE
It was dark when they reached the village, but Wayland declared his ability to go on, although his wounded head was throbbing with fever and he was clinging to the pommel of his saddle; so Berrie rode on.
Mrs. McFarlane, hearing the horses on the bridge, was at the door and received her daughter with wondering question, while the stable-hands, quick to detect an injured man, hurried to lift Norcross down from his saddle.
"What"s the matter?" repeated Mrs. McFarlane.
"He fell and struck his head on a stone," Berea hastily explained. "Take the horses, boys, mother and I will look out for Mr. Norcross."
The men obeyed her and fell back, but they were consumed with curiosity, and their glances irritated the girl. "Slip the packs at once," she insisted.
With instant sympathy her mother came to her aid in supporting the wounded, weary youth indoors, and as he stretched out on the couch in the sitting-room, he remarked, with a faint, ironic smile: "This beats any bed of balsam boughs."
"Where"s your father?" asked Mrs. McFarlane of her daughter.
"He"s over on the Ptarmigan. I"ve a powerful lot to tell you, mother; but not now; we must look after Wayland. He"s nearly done up, and so am I."
Mrs. McFarlane winced a little at her daughter"s use of Norcross"s first name, but she said nothing further at the moment, although she watched Berrie closely while she took off Wayland"s shoes and stockings and rubbed his icy feet. "Get him something hot as quick as you can!" she commanded; and Mrs. McFarlane obeyed without a word.
Gradually the tremor pa.s.sed out of his limbs and a delicious sense of warmth, of safety, stole over him, and he closed his eyes in the comfort of her presence and care. "Rigorous business this life of the pioneer,"
he said, with mocking inflection. "I think I prefer a place in the lumber trust."
"Don"t talk," she said. Then, with a rush of tender remorse: "Why didn"t you tell me to stop? I didn"t realize that you were so tired. We could have stopped at the Springs."
"I didn"t know how tired I was till I got here. Gee," he said, boyishly, "that door-k.n.o.b at the back of my head is red-hot! You"re good to me," he added, humbly.
She hated to have him resume that tone of self-depreciation, and, kneeling to him, she kissed his cheek, and laid her head beside his.
"You"re splendid," she insisted. "n.o.body could be braver; but you should have told me you were exhausted. You fooled me with your cheerful answers."
He accepted her loving praise, her clasping arms, as a part of the rescue from the darkness and pain of the long ride, careless of what it might bring to him in the future. He ate his toast and drank his coffee, and permitted the women to lead him to his room, and then being alone he crept into his bed and fell instantly asleep.
Berrie and her mother went back to the sitting-room, and Mrs. McFarlane closed the door behind them. "Now tell me all about it," she said, in the tone of one not to be denied.
The story went along very smoothly till the girl came to the second night in camp beside the lake; there her voice faltered, and the reflective look in the mother"s eyes deepened as she learned that her daughter had shared her tent with the young man. "It was the only thing to do, mother," Berrie bravely said. "It was cold and wet outside, and you know he isn"t very strong, and his teeth were chattering, he was so chilled. I know it sounds strange down here; but up there in the woods in the storm what I did seemed right and natural. You know what I mean, don"t you?"
"Yes, I understand. I don"t blame you--only--if others should hear of it--"
"But they won"t. No one knows of our being alone there except Tony and father."
"Are you sure? Doesn"t Mrs. Belden know?"
"I don"t think so--not yet."
Mrs. McFarlane"s nervousness grew. "I wish you hadn"t gone on this trip.
If the Beldens find out you were alone with Mr. Norcross they"ll make much of it. It will give them a chance at your father." Her mind turned upon another point. "When did Mr. Norcross get his fall?"
"On the way back." Here Berrie hesitated again. "I don"t like to tell you, mother, but he didn"t fall, Cliff jumped him and tried to kill him."
The mother doubted her ears. "Cliff did? How did he happen to meet you?"
Berrie was quick to answer. "I don"t know how he found out we were on the trail. I suppose the old lady "phoned him. Anyhow, while we were camped for noon yesterday"--her face flamed again at thought of that tender, beautiful moment when they were resting on the gra.s.s--"while we were at our lunch he came tearing down the hill on that big bay horse of his and took a flying jump at Wayland. As Wayland went down he struck his head on a stone. I thought he was dead, and I was paralyzed for a second. Then I flew at Cliff and just about choked the life out of him. I"d have ended him right there if he hadn"t let go."