"What"s the matter with your writing hand? Is this Van-brigand holding them both? What"s the matter with Searle? I wrote him two or three aeons ago, when he might have been of a.s.sistance. Now I"m doing my eight hours a day in an effort to sink down to China. I"m on the blink, in a way, but not for long, for this is the land where opportunity walks night and day to thump on your door--and I"ll grab her by the draperies yet.
"But _me_!--working as a common miner!--though I"ve got a few days off to go and look at a claim with a friend of mine, so you needn"t answer till you hear again.
"If Searle is dead, why don"t he say so? I only touched him for a few odd dollars--I only needed a grub-stake--fifty would have done the trick--and he doesn"t come through. And n.o.body writes. I guess it"s me for the Prodigal, but when I do get next to the fatted calf I"ll get inside and eat my way out by way of his hoofs and horns. Why couldn"t you and Searle and the maid come down and have a look at me--working?
_It"s worth it_. Come on. Maybe it"s easier than writing. Yours for the rights of labor, GLEN."
Astonished by the contents of this communication, Beth read it again, in no little bewilderment, to make sure she had made no mistake. No letter from herself? No word from Searle? No answer to Glen"s request for money? And he had only asked for a "few odd dollars?" There must be something wrong. He had sent the most urgent requirement for sixty thousand dollars. And she herself had written, at once. Searle had a.s.sured her he had sent him word by special messenger. Starlight was less than a long day"s ride away. Glen had already had time to see that account in the paper and write.
She had no suspicions of Bostwick. She had seen Glen"s letter and read it for herself. And Searle had responded immediately with an offer to lend her brother thirty thousand dollars. There must be some mistake.
Glen might be keeping his news and plans from herself, as men so often will. Searle might even have overlooked the importance of keeping Glen fully posted, intending to go so soon to Starlight. Her own letter might have miscarried.
She tried to fashion explanations--but they would not entirely fit.
Searle had been gone three days. He had gone before the Goldite _News_ was issued. The paper had arrived at Glen"s while the man in his car had failed.
For a moment she sickened with the reflection that Searle might once more have fallen captive to the convicts, still at large--and with all the money! Then she presently a.s.sured herself that news so sinister as this would have been very prompt to return.
It was all too much to understand--unless Glen were ill--or out of his reason. His two letters, the one to Searle and this one to herself, were so utterly conflicting. It was not to be solved from such a distance. Moreover, Glen wrote that he was off on a trip, and asked her to wait before replying. It was irritating, all this waiting, alone here in Goldite, but there seemed to be nothing else to do.
The long morning pa.s.sed, and she fretted. In the afternoon the Goldite _News_ broke its record. It printed an extra--a single sheet, in glaring type, announcing the capture of the convicts. By a bold and daring coup, it said, the entire herd of criminals, all half starved and weakened by privations, had been rounded up and transported back to prison. Unfortunately, the report was slightly inaccurate. Matt Barger, the leader in the prison delivery, and the most desperate man in the lot, had escaped the posse"s vigilance. Of this important factor in the welcome story of the posse"s work Goldite was ignorant, and doomed to be in ignorance a week.
The news to Beth was a source of great relief. But her troubles in other directions were fated to increase. That evening three men called formally--formally, that is to say, in so far as dressing in their best was concerned and putting on their "company manners." But Beth and courtship were their objects, a fact that developed, somewhat crudely with the smallest possible delay.
One of these persons, Billy St.i.tts by name, was fairly un.o.bjectionable as a human being, since he was a quaint, slow-witted, bird-like little creature, fully sixty years of age and clearly harmless. The others were as frankly in pursuit of a mate as any two mountain animals.
Beth was frightened, when the purport of their visit flashed upon her.
She felt a certain sense of helplessness. Mrs. d.i.c.k was too busy to be constantly present; Elsa was gone; the ways of such a place were new and wholly alarming. She felt when she made her escape from the three that her safety was by no means a.s.sured. Her room was her only retreat. Except for Mrs. d.i.c.k, there was not another woman in the house. She was wholly surrounded by men--a rough, womanless lot whose excitements, pa.s.sions, and emotions were subjected to changes constantly, as well as to heats, by the life all around them in the mines.
That night was her first of real terror. Every noise in the building, and some in the streets, made her start awake like a hunted doe, with imaginings of the most awful description. She scarcely slept at all.
The following day old Billy St.i.tts called again, very shortly after breakfast. He proved such an amiable, womanly old chap that he was almost a comfort to the girl. She sent him to the postoffice, for a possible letter from Glen. He went with all the pleasure and alacrity of a faithful dog, apologizing most exuberantly on his return for the fact that no letter had come.
She remained in the house all day. The afternoon brought the two rough suitors of the night before, and two more equally crude. Mrs. d.i.c.k, to Beth"s intense uneasiness, regarded the matter as one to be expected, and quite in accord with reason and proper regulations. A good-looking girl in camp, with her men-folks all giving her the go-by--and what could you expect? Moreover, as some of these would-be courtiers were husky and in line for fortune"s smile, with chances as good as any other man"s, she might do worse than let them come, and hear what they had to say. It was no girl"s need to be neglected as Searle and Van were patently neglecting Beth.
This was the stage in which Beth at length began to meditate on Spartan remedies. The situation was not to be endured. No word had come from Searle. The world might have swallowed him up. She was sick of him--sick of his ways of neglect. And as for Van----
There was no one to whom she could turn--unless it were Glen. If only she could flee to her brother! She thought about it earnestly. She tried to plan the way.
Her horse was at the hay-yard. Starlight was only one day off in the desert. The convicts were no longer about. If only she could ride there--even alone! An early start--a little urging of the pony--she could fancy the journey accomplished with the utmost ease; then scornful defiance, both of Bostwick and of Van.
But a woman--riding in this lawless land alone! She was utterly disheartened, disillusionized at the thought. It would be no less than madness. And yet, it seemed as if she must presently go. Searle"s silence, coupled to conditions here, was absolutely intolerable.
With plans decidedly hazy--nothing but a wild, bright dream really clear--she questioned Billy St.i.tts concerning the roads. He was familiar with every route in miles, whether roadway, trail, or "course by compa.s.s," as he termed trackless cruising in the desert. He gave her directions with the utmost minutae of detail as to every highway to Starlight. He drew her a plan. She was sure that she could almost ride to Starlight in the dark. What branches of the road to shun, which trails to choose, possibly, for gaining time, what places to water a famishing horse--all these and more she learned with feverish interest.
"Now a man would do this," and "a man would do that," said Billy time after time, till a new, fantastic notion came bounding full-fledged into Beth"s anxious brain and almost made her laugh with delight. She could _dress as a man_ and ride as a man and be absolutely safe on the journey! She knew a dozen unusual arts for dying the skin and concealing the hair and making the hands look rough. Make-up in private theatricals, at professional hands, she had learned with exceptional thoroughness.
She would need a suit of kahki, miners" books, a soft, big hat, and flannel shirt. They were all to be had at the store. She could order her horse to be saddled for a man. She could readily dress and escape unseen from the house. In a word, she could do the trick!
The plan possessed her utterly. It sent her blood bounding through her veins. Her face was flushed with excitement. She loved adventure--and this would be something to do!
Nevertheless, despite all her plans, she had no real intention of attempting a scheme so mad. Subconsciously she confessed to herself it was just the merest idle fancy, not a thing to be actually ventured, or even entertained.
That night, when she was more beset, more worried than before, however, desperation was increasing upon her. The plan she had made no longer seemed the mere caprice of one in pursuit of pleasure--it appeared to be the only possible respite from conditions no longer to be borne.
When the morning came, after a night of mental torture and bodily fear, her patience had been strained to the point of breaking, and resolve was steeling her courage.
The word that should have come from Searle was still delinquent. But old Billy St.i.tts brought her a letter from Glen.
"Dear Sis: I can only write a line or two. Had a thump on the head, but it didn"t knock off my block. Don"t worry. All right in a few days, sure. Guess you couldn"t come, or you"d be here, in response to my last. But Searle might show up, anyhow. You can write me now.
Hope you"re well and happy. Is the brigand still on the job? Can"t really write. With love, GLEN."
Her heart stood still as she; read her brother"s lines, in a scrawled hand indicative of weakness. She resolved in that instant to go.
"Mr. St.i.tts," she raid in remarkable calm, for all that she felt, "my brother needs some clothing--everything complete, boots, shirts, and all. He"s just about my size. I wish you"d go and buy them."
"Lord, I know the best and the cheapest in camp!" said Billy eagerly.
"I"ll have "em here before you can write him your letter--but the stage don"t go back till Friday."
She had given no thought to the tri-weekly stage. She dismissed it now, with a wave of grat.i.tude towards Van for the horse--grat.i.tude, or something, surging warmly in her veins. She almost wished he could ride at her side, but checked that lawlessness sternly. She would ride to Glen alone!
CHAPTER XXIV
A BLIZZARD OF DUST
At daylight Beth was dressed as a man and surveying herself in the mirror. She had pa.s.sed a sleepless night. She was fevered, excited, and nervous.
Her work had been admirably done. She looked no more rawly new or youthful than scores of young tenderfeet, daily in the streets of the camp. The stain on her face had furnished an astonishing disguise, supported as it was by male attire. Her hair was all up in the crown of her hat, which was set on the back of her head. It was fastened, moreover, with pins concealed beneath the leather band. Altogether the disguise was most successful. Beth had disappeared: a handsome young man had been conjured in her place.
Her mare, which Billy had ordered, came promptly to the door. She heard her arrive--and her heart stroked more madly than before.
Trembling in every limb, and treading as softly as a thief, she made her way downstairs.
On the dining-room table was the package of lunch that Mrs. d.i.c.k had agreed to prepare. Beth had told her she meant to take an early morning ride and might not be back in time for breakfast. With this bundle in hand she went out at the door, her courage all but failing at thought of the man with the horse at the threshold. She shrank from being seen in such an outfit.
It was too late now to retreat, however, she told herself bravely, and out she went.
"Say, git a move, young feller," said the hostler with her pony. "I ain"t got time to play horse-post here all day."
"Thank you for being so prompt," said Beth, in a voice that was faint, despite her efforts to be masculine, and she gave him a coin.
"I"ll tie that there bundle on behind," he volunteered, less gruffly, and Beth was glad of his a.s.sistance.
A moment later she took a gasp of breath and mounted to the seat.
Collapse of all the project had seemed imminent, but an actual feeling of relief and security ensued when she was settled in the saddle.