Giving her horse his head, she began the descent of the valley, scanning its sides carefully as the animal picked his way slowly among the rock fragments and patches of scrub timber that littered its floor. She had proceeded for perhaps an hour when, in pa.s.sing the mouth of a ravine that slanted sharply into the hills, she was startled by a rattling of loose stones, and a horse and rider emerged almost directly into her path. The next moment Vil Holland raised the Stetson from his head and addressed her gravely: "Good mornin" Miss Sinclair, I sure didn"t mean to come out on you sudden, that way, but Buck slipped on the rocks an" we come mighty near pilin" up."
"It is about the first slip you"ve made, isn"t it?" Patty answered, acidly. "Possibly if you"d left your jug at home you wouldn"t have made that."
"Oh no. We"ve slipped before. Fact is, we"ve been into about every kind of a jack-pot the hills can deal. We rolled half way down a mountain once, an" barrin" a little skinnin" up, we come out of it all to the good. But it ain"t the jug. Buck don"t drink. It"s surprisin"
what a good habited horse he is. He"s a heap better"n most folks."
The man spoke gravely, with no hint of sarcasm in his tone, and Patty sniffed. He appeared not to notice. "How you comin" on with the prospectin"? Found yer dad"s claim yet?"
"You ought to know whether I have or not," she retorted, hotly.
"That"s so. If you had, you wouldn"t still be huntin" it, would you?"
"No. And if I had, I"d have had a nice little race on my hands to file it, wouldn"t I?"
"Well, I expect maybe you would. But that horse of yours is pretty handy on his feet. Used to belong to Bob Smith--that"s his brand--that KN on the left shoulder."
"Yes," answered the girl, meaningly. "I understand there is only one horse in the hills that could outrun him."
"Buck can. I won ten dollars off Bob one time. We run a mile, an" Buck won, easy. But the best thing about Buck, he"s a distance horse. He"s got the wind--an" he don"t know what it means to quit. He could run all day if he had to, couldn"t you, Buck?" The man stroked the buckskin"s neck affectionately as he talked.
Patty"s eyes glinted angrily: "The stakes would have to be pretty high for you to run him, say, fifty miles, wouldn"t they?"
"Yes. Pretty high," he repeated, and changed the subject abruptly.
"Must find it kind of lonesome out here in the hills, after livin" in the East where there"s lots of folks around all the time."
"Oh, not at all," answered the girl, quickly. "Some of my neighbors are good enough to call on me once in a while--_when I am at home_.
And there is at least _one_ that calls very regularly when I am not at home. He is a genius for detail--that one. Sharp eyes, and a light touch. He"s something of an expert in the matter of duplicate keys, too. In any large city he should make a grand success--as a burglar.
It is really too bad that he"s wasting his talents, here in the hills."
"Maybe he figures that the stakes are higher, and the risk less--here in the hills."
"Of course," sneered Patty. "And I must say his reasoning does him credit. If he should succeed in burglarizing even the biggest bank in the richest city, he could not expect to carry off a gold mine. And, here in the hills, instead of burglar-proof devices and armed policemen, he has only an unlocked cabin, and a woman to contend with. Yes, the risk is far less here in the hills. His location speaks well for his reasoning--if not for his courage."
"I suppose he figures that plenty of brutes have got courage, but only humans can reason," answered the man, blandly. "But, ridin" out in the hills this way--that must be a lonesome job."
"Not at all," she answered, in a voice that masked the anger against the man who sat calmly baiting her. "In fact, I never ride alone. I have an unseen escort, who accompanies me wherever I go. "My guardian devil of the hills" I call him, and even when I"m at home I know that he is watching from his notch in the rim of the hills."
"Guardian devil," the man repeated. "That"s pretty good." He did not smile, in fact, Patty recalled, as she sat looking squarely into his eyes, that she had never seen him smile--had never seen him express any emotion. Without a trace of anger in tone or expression he had ordered the grasping hotel-keeper about--and had been obeyed to the letter. And without the slightest evidence of annoyance or displeasure he had listened, upon several occasions to her own sarcastic outbursts against him. Here was a man as devoid of emotion as a fish, or one whose complete self-mastery was astounding. "Pretty good," he repeated. "And does he know that you call him your "guardian devil?""
"Yes, I think he does--now," she answered, dryly. "By the way, Mr.
Holland, you do a good deal of riding about the hills, yourself."
"Yeh, prospectors are apt to. Then, there"s other little matters of interest here, too."
"Such as horse-thieving?" suggested the girl. "I heard you were paid to run down a gang of horse-thieves. I was wondering when you found time to earn your money."
"Yeh, there"s some hair artists loose in the hills, an" some of the outfits kind of wanted me to keep an eye out for "em."
An old saw flashed into the girl"s mind, and the comers of her mouth drew into a sarcastic smile.
""Settin" a thief to catch a thief," is what you"re thinkin". We ain"t so well acquainted yet as what we will be--when you get your eye teeth cut."
"I suppose our real acquaintance will begin when the game we are playing comes to a show-down?" she sneered. "But let me tell you this, if I win, our acquaintance will end, right where you think it will begin!"
The cowboy nodded: "That"s fair an" square. An" if I win--_you"ll have to be satisfied with what you get_. Good-day, I"ve fooled away time enough already." And, with a word to his horse, Vil Holland disappeared up the valley in the direction from which the girl had come.
When her anger had cooled sufficiently, Patty smiled, a rather grim, tight-lipped little smile. "If he wins I"ll have to be satisfied with what I get," she muttered. "At least, he"s candid about it. I think, now, Mr. Vil Holland and I understand each other perfectly."
Late in the afternoon she emerged from the mouth of her valley and, crossing a familiar tongue of bench, found herself upon the trail near the point of its intersection with Monte"s Creek. Turning up the creek, she stopped for a few minutes" chat with Ma Watts.
"Law sakes! Climb right down an" set a while. I wus sayin" to Watts las" night how we-all hain"t see nawthin" of yo" fer hit"s goin" on a couple of weeks "cept yo" hirein" the team, an" not stoppin" in to speak of, comin" er goin". How be yo"? An" I "spect yo" hain"t found yer pa"s claim yet. I saved yo" up a dozen of aigs. Hed to mighty near fight off that there Lord Clendennin" he wanted "em so bad. But I done tol" him yo" wus promised "em, an" yo"d git "em not nary nother.
So there they be, honey, all packed in a pail with hay so"s they won"t break. No sir, I tol" him how he couldn"t hev" "em if he wus two lords. An" all the time we wus a-augerin", Mr. Bethune an" Microby Dandeline sot out yonder a-talkin" an" laughin", friendly as yo"
please." Ma Watts paused for breath and her eye fell upon her spouse, who stood meekly beside the kitchen door. "Watts, where"s yer manners?
Cain"t yo" say "howdy" to Mr. Sinclair"s darter--an" her a-payin" yo"
good money fer rent an" fer team hire. Yo" ort to be "shamed, standin"
gawpin" like a mud turkle. Folks "ud think yo" hain"t got good sense."
"I aimed to say "howdy" first chanct I got." He shoved a chair toward the girl. "Set down an" take hit easy a spell."
"Where is Microby?" she asked, refusing the proffered seat with a smile, and leaning lightly against her saddle.
"Land sakes, I don"t know! She"s gittin" that no "count, she goes pokin" off somewhere"s in the hills on Gee Dot. Says she"s a-prospectin"--like they all says when they"re too lazy to do reg"lar work."
"My father was a prospector," answered the girl, quickly, "and there wasn"t a lazy bone in his body. And I"m a prospector, and I"m sure I"m not lazy."
"Law, there I went an" done hit!" exclaimed Ma Watts, contritely. "I didn"t mean no real honest-to-Gawd, reg"lar prospectors like yo" pa wus, an" yo", an" Mr. Bethune. But there"s that Vil Holland, he"s a cowpuncher, when he works, and a prospector when he don"t. An" there"s Lord Clendennin", he"s a prospector all the time, "cause he don"t never work--an" that"s the way hit goes. An" Microby Dandeline"s a-gittin" as triflin" as the rest. Mr. Bethune, he tellin" her how she"d git rich ef she could find a gol" mind, an" how she could buy her some fine clos" like yourn, an" go to the city to live like the folks in the pitchers. Mr. Bethune, he"s done found minds. He"s rich.
An" he"s got manners, too. Watts, he"s allus makin" light of manners--says they don"t "mount to nawthin". But thet"s "cause he hain"t quality. Quality"s got "em, an" they"re nice to hev."
"Gre"t sight o" quality--him," growled Watts. "He"s part Injun."
"Hit don"t make no diff"ence what he"s part!" defended the woman.
"He"s rich, an" he"s purty lookin", an" he"s got manners like I done tol" yo". Ef I wus you I"d marry up with him, an----"
"Why, Mrs. Watts! What do you mean?" exclaimed the girl flushing with annoyance.
"Jest what I be"n aimin" to tell yo" fer hit"s goin" on quite a spell.
Yo"n him "ud step hit off right pert. Yo" pretty, an" yo" rich, er yo"
will be when yo" find yo" pa"s mind, an" yo" manners is most as good as his"n."
The humor of the mountain woman"s serious effort at match-making struck Patty, and she interrupted with a laugh: "There are several objections to that arrangement," she hastened to say. "In the first place Mr. Bethune has never asked me to marry him. He may have serious objections, and as for me, I"m not ready to even think of marrying."
"Don"t take long to git ready, onct yo" git in the notion. An" I bet Mr. Bethune hain"t abuzzin" "round up an" down this yere crick fer nawthin". Law sakes, child, when I tuk a notion to take Watts, come a supper time I wusn"t no more a mind to git married than yo" be, an", by cracky! come moonrise me an" Watts had forked one o" pa"s mewels with nothin" on but a rope halter, an" wus headin" down the branch with pa an" my brother Lafe a-cuttin" through the lau"ls with their rifle-guns fer to head us off."
"Yo" didn"t take me fer looks ner manners, neither," reminded Watts.
"Law, I"d a be"n single yet, ef I hed. No sir, I tuk yo" to save a sight o" killin" that"s what I done. Yo" see, Miss, my pa wus sot on me not marryin" no Watts--not that I aimed to, "til he says I dasn"t.
But Watts hed be"n a pesterin" "round right smart, nights, an" pa lowed he"d sh.o.r.e kill him daid ef he didn"t mind his own business--so"d my brothers, they wus five of "em, an" nary one that wusn"t mighty handy with his rifle-gun.
"So Watts, he quit a-comin" to the cabin, but me an" him made hit up thet he"d hide out on t"other side o" the branch an" holler like a owl, an" then I"d slip out the back do"--an" that"s the way we done our co"tin". My folks didn"t hev no truck with the Wattses thet lived on t"other side the mountain, "count of them killin" two Strunkses a way back, the Strunkses bein" my pa"s ma"s folks, over a hawg. Even then I didn"t hev no notion o" marryin" Watts, jest done hit to be a-doin" like, ontil pa an" the boys ketched on to whut we wus up to.
After thet, hit got so"t every time they heerd a squinch owl holler, they"d begin a-shootin" into the bresh with their rifle guns. Watts lowed they was comin" doggone cl.u.s.t to him a time er two, an" how he aimed to bring along his own gun some night, an" start a shootin"