Dinner had been promptly served at twelve. Algy was therefore in despair--for Algy was proud of his art. He still had good red beans, most excellent coffee, corn-fed bacon, the best of bread and b.u.t.ter, a hunger-inspiring stew of lamb, white potatoes, fine apple sauce, and superlative gingerbread on hand in great abundance, however, but in spite of it all he spluttered.
"What"s mallah you, Van?" he demanded several times. "Wha" for no tell me blingee ladies? How you s"plose I gettee dinner? Sominagot, you come like this, that velly superstich."
He would readily have laid down his very life for Van, but he laid a good dinner instead. During its preparation Beth and her maid sat down on a bench beside the bunk-house, in the presence of Cayuse, Napoleon, and Gettysburg, while Van led the horses to the stable for refreshment, and Algy talked to himself in pigeon English.
It was an odd situation for the girl from New. York, but she found herself amused. Both Napoleon and Gettysburg had been cast for amusing roles, which they did not always fill. Neither, as might be supposed from his name, had ever even smelled the faintest suggestion of things military. Napoleon had once been a sailor, or, to be more accurate, a river boatman. He was fat, short, red-headed, red-necked, red-nosed, and red-eyed. His hands were freckled, his arms were hairy. He turned his head to one side like a bird--and promptly fell in love with demure little Elsa.
Gettysburg was as thin as Napoleon was fat. He had a straggling gray beard, a very bald pate, high cheek bones, and a gla.s.s eye. This eye he turned towards the maid, perhaps because it was steady. He also had a nervous way of drawing one hand down his face till he lowered his jaw prodigiously, after which, like the handle of a knocker, it would fall back to place with quite a thump. He did this twice as he stared at Beth, and then he remarked:
"Quite a hike yit, down to Goldite."
"I suppose it is," said Beth in her interesting way. "How far is it, really, from here?"
""Bout twenty miles of straight ahead, and two miles of straight up, and three of straight down--if a feller could go straight," said Gettysburg gravely, "but he can"t."
Beth looked very much concerned. She had hoped they were almost there, and no more hills to climb or descend. She felt convinced they had ridden over twenty miles already, and the horseman had a.s.sured her it was thirty at the most, from the station so far behind the mountains.
"But--Mr. Van can"t walk so far as that," she said. "I"m sure I don"t see what----"
She was interrupted by the reappearance of Van himself.
"Isn"t there a horse on the place?" he asked his partners collectively.
"What have you done with the sorrel?"
Gettysburg arose. "Loaned him to A. C., yistiddy," said he. "But the outlaw"s on the job."
"Not Vesuvius?" Van replied incredulously. "You don"t mean to say he"s turned up again unslaughtered?"
"Cayuse here roped him, up to Cedar flat," imparted Gettysburg.
"Cornered him there in natural corral and fetched him home fer fun."
Napoleon added: "But Cayuse ain"t been on board, you bet. He likes something more old-fashioned than Suvy. Split my bowsprit, I wouldn"t tow no horse into port which I was afraid to board. When I was bustin"
bronchos I liked "em to be bad."
"Yes," agreed Gettysburg, "so bad they couldn"t stand up."
A bright glitter came for a moment in Van"s blue eyes.
"If Suvy"s the only equine paradox on the place, he and I have got to argue things out this afternoon," he said, "but I"ll have my dinner first."
Beth was listening intently, puzzled to know precisely what the talk implied. She was vaguely suspicious that Van, for the purpose of escorting her on, would find himself obliged to wage some manner of war with a horse of which the Indian was afraid.
Further discussion of the topic was interrupted now by the cook, who appeared to announce his dinner served. Beth and her maid were, therefore, directed by Van to a table set for two, while he, with Napoleon and Gettysburg for company, repaired to a place in the kitchen.
Beth was hungry. She ate with all the relish of a mountaineer. Algy, moreover, was a kitchen magician in the art of transforming culinary commonplaces into viands of toothsome delight. Elsa became speechlessly busy. Despite her wishes in the matter, Beth could hear the men talking beyond.
"So them convicts has hiked over this way already," said the voice of Gettysburg distinctly. "We heard from A. C. about the prison break, but he wasn"t on to which ones they was."
"One is Matt Barger," Van informed them. "He"s the only one I know."
"Matt Barger! Not _your_ Matt Barger?" demanded Gettysburg sharply.
Van nodded. "Mine when I had him."
Gettysburg arose excitedly.
"He ain"t come hunting fer you as quick as this?" he inquired uneasily.
"That ain"t what"s fetched him over to the desert?"
"Haven"t asked him," answered Van. "He promised to look me up if ever he got out alive."
"Look you up!" Gettysburg was obviously over-wrought by the mere intelligence that Barger was at liberty. "You know what he"ll do! You know him, boy! You know he"ll keep his word. You can"t go foolin"
around alone. You"ve got to be----"
"Pa.s.s the beans," Van interrupted. He added more quietly: "Sit down, Gett, and shut the front door of your face."
Napoleon was eating, to "keep Van company." He pushed away his plate.
"Just our luck if these here derelicts was to foul us, skipper and crew," he observed ruefully. "Just our luck."
Gettysburg sat down, adding: "Why can"t you wait, Van, wait till the whole kit and boodle of us can move to the bran"-new claim?"
Van finished half a cup of coffee.
"I told you I should continue on without delay. The horses will probably come to-night for all of you to follow me to-morrow."
"Then why don"t you wait and go with us?" repeated Gettysburg. "We"ll git there by noon, and you ain"t got nuthin" to ride."
The horseman answered: "Suvy"s the prettiest gaited thing you ever saw--when he gaits."
"Holy toads!" said the older man apprehensively, "you ain"t sure-a-goin" to tackle the outlaw today?"
"I"ve always felt we"d come to it soon or late," was Van"s reply. "And I"ve got to have a horse this afternoon. We can"t kill each other but once."
"Supposen he stoves in your pilot-house," said Napoleon. "What shall we do about the claim, and all this cargo, and everything?"
"The claim? Work it, man, work it," Van responded. "What"s a mining claim for but to furnish good hard work for a couple of old ring-tailed galoots who"ve shirked it all their lives?"
"Work it, yep, but what on?" asked Gettysburg. "We"re as broke as a hatched-out egg."
"Haven"t you worked on shinbones and heavenly hopes before?" inquired the busy leader of the partnership. "And that reminds me, Algy, what about you?" he added to the Chinese cook. "We can"t afford a tippe-bob-royal chef of your dimensions after this. I guess you"ll have to poison somebody else."
"What"s mallah you, Van?" Algy demanded aggressively. "You makee me velly sick. You get velly lich I cook your glub. You go bloke, I cook alle same. Sominagot, I b"long go with you all time. You no got good luck I never want the money, you savvy? You go h.e.l.l--go anywhere--I go same place--that"s all. You talkee big fool, that velly superstich."
He looked at Van fiercely to disguise a great alarm, a fear that he might, after all, be dismissed in the break-up impending.
Van shrugged his shoulders.
"Sentenced for life. All right, Algy, if your cooking kills us off, at least, as the brave young husband remarked, it will all be in the family."