"To the victor belongs the spoils," she said, and lifted her face to him.
"Are you going to make me go?"
"Darling!" he cried in the sweet, low voice she loved and drew her to him.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE STORY OF LESTER
Bud"s sleep of exhaustion was ended by the sound of voices calling to one another. So deep had been his unconsciousness that as he slowly struggled back to light and reason he forgot where he was and what had happened.
One thing was certain, the sun had been up a long while, and it was growing extremely hot even under the sheltering cottonwood tree where he lay.
The voices continued to call to one another, and Bud finally sat up to investigate.
On the opposite bank another camp was being made by bow-legged men who wore heavy chaps over their trousers, broad hats, and knotted neckerchiefs. Some of these men limped, and most of them swore at their cramped toes as they went about the business in hand.
A short distance away from where Bud sat some of the sheepmen were lying comfortably on their elbows, chaffing the punchers.
"I allow you cowmen"re gettin" pretty swell," remarked one. "They tell me yuh kinder hanker after photygrafts of yerselves. How about it?"
"Better lose a hoss fer the sake of yer good looks than be a comic valentine all yore life, what?" was the drawling retort.
"Mebbe so, but if I"d lost hosses the way you fellers did last night I wouldn"t have enough vanity left no ways to look a pony in the left leg.
I"d go to raisin" gra.s.shoppers to sell to old ladies" chicken ranches, I plumb would."
At this sally such a guffaw of laughter greeted the discomfited punchers that they retired from the field for the time being. Larkin grinned with the rest. Then he turned his attention to the little tent set up near by between two trees. He remembered that Julie had slept there and wondered if she were awake yet.
He called her name and presently a very sleepy voice responded, so tender and helpless in its accents that he laughed for joy.
"Lazy girl!" he cried. "Do you know what time it is? I"ve been up for hours."
"All right; I"ll get up, I suppose. Is breakfast ready?"
"Not quite," he replied seriously, "but I"ll have the maid bring it in as soon as the eggs are shirred."
"Bud Larkin, you"re horrid!" she cried. "I don"t believe you have even started a fire. Do you expect me to get your breakfast?"
"It would tickle me silly," he confessed, unrepentant. "Shall I wait for you? You see the cooks are getting dinner now. Breakfast was over hours ago."
"Oh, dear, I suppose so! We"re not even married and you want me to cook for you. Oh, dear!"
"Well," he said, relenting, "I"ll get things started, but you come out as soon as you can."
So saying he beckoned to Ah Sin who had been waiting for the boss, and gave him a number of orders. Then he thrashed about the river bank as though looking for f.a.gots, while Julie continued pretending to mourn over her hard lot. When at last she appeared, however, and had dashed the sleep from her eyes in the icy waters of the river, it was not to cook, but to sit down at one of Ah Sin"s little tables and eat a glorious breakfast.
"You perfect darling!" she cried happily and ran and kissed Bud though the Chinaman was looking on.
During breakfast she noticed the work going forward on the other side of the river and asked Bud about it.
"The cowmen moved their camp down here opposite us as soon as they could find out where we were," he explained. "I guess they want to talk with me regarding several matters. I"m pretty sure I have a thing or two to say to them, now that I am out of their clutches."
"Oh, then my father must be among those men."
"He must, although I have not seen him. I intend to take you over to him immediately after breakfast."
Suddenly for the first time, the girl"s face clouded; through their sweet bantering pierced the hideous visage of the thing that haunted her and that she had come to ask him about.
"Talk to me a little while first, will you?" she pleaded. "You know I came to see you for a special reason last night but had no time to discuss it then."
"Certainly, dear girl," he replied.
When they had finished eating they strolled a little way up the noisy stream and finally found a cozy nook between two trees. All about them in the succulent gra.s.s of the banks and river bottoms they could hear the bells and contented blethering of the flocks; for Sims had determined to rest his animals for a few days before starting again the long trek north.
"Bud," she began, speaking slowly so as to choose her words, "I am going to ask you questions about things that you have never chosen to discuss with me for some reason I could not fathom. If it is unmaidenly I am sorry, but I must ask them. I cannot stand any more such anxiety and pain as I have suffered in the last few weeks."
Bud"s features settled themselves into an expression of thought that told the girl absolutely nothing.
"Yes, go on," he said.
"First I want you to read this note," she continued, drawing a soiled bit of paper from the bosom of her dress. "A photographer called Skidmore was held up by the rustlers and asked to bring it to the Bar T and give it to me."
Her hand trembled a little as she held the paper out to him. He took it gravely, unfolded and read it.
Then he smiled his old winning smile at her and kissed the hand she had extended.
"Lies! All lies!" he said. "Please think no more about them."
She looked at him steadily and withdrew her hand.
"That won"t do, Bud," she replied firmly, but in a low voice. "What is the thing for which Caldwell blackmailed you three years ago and again this year?"
Bud looked at her quizzically for a moment, and then seemed to recede into thought. She waited patiently, and, after a while, he began to speak.
"Yes, I suppose you are right," he said. "It is a woman"s privilege to know what a man"s life holds if she desires it. There are but a few rare souls who can marry men against whom the world holds something, and say: "Never tell me what you were or what you have done; what you are and what you will be are enough for me."
"Putting myself in your place, I am sure I should do what you are doing, for I have always told myself that those who marry with points unsettled between them have taken the first step toward unhappiness. Suspicion and deceit would undermine the greatest love that ever existed. Acts in the past that cannot be explained create suspicion, and those in the present that are better un.o.bserved father deceit."
He paused for a few moments, and appeared to be thinking.
"Do you know who that Ed Skidmore is?" he asked abruptly.
"No; only he was quite nice, and evidently from the East."
"He is my brother Lester, and he is the man who stampeded the punchers"