"If you were anything but what you are, you would have thrown him out of the window another way," she rejoined.
"That would have been a dago"s trick; not a white man"s," he a.s.serted. "I suppose I might have got in his way and played the dog in the manger generally, and you would have stuck to your word and married me, but I am not looking for that kind of a winning. I don"t mind confessing that I played my last card when I released you from your engagement. I said to myself: If that doesn"t break down the barriers, nothing will."
She looked up quickly.
"You will never know how near it came to doing it, Brookes."
"But it didn"t quite?"
"No, it didn"t quite."
The brother-smile came again.
"Let"s paste that leaf down and turn the other; the one that has David Kent"s name written, at the top. He is going to succeed all around, Elinor; and I am going to help him--for his sake, as well as yours."
"No," she dissented. "He is going to fail; and I am to blame for it."
He looked at her sidewise.
"So you were at the bottom of that, were you? I thought as much, and tried to make him admit it, but he wouldn"t. What was your reason?"
"I gave it to him: I can"t give it to you."
"I guess not," he laughed. "I wasn"t born on the right side of the Berkshire Hills to appreciate it. But really, you mustn"t interfere. As I say, we are going to make something of David; and a little conscience--of the right old Pilgrim Fathers" brand--goes a long way in politics."
"But you promised me you were not going to spoil him--only it doesn"t matter; you can"t."
Ormsby chuckled openly, and when she questioned "What?" he said:
"I was just wondering what you would say if you knew what he is into now; if you could guess, for instance, that his backers have put up a cool hundred thousand to be used as he sees fit?"
"Oh!" she exclaimed; and there was dismay and sharp disappointment in her voice. "You don"t mean that he is going to bribe these men?"
"No," he said, relenting. "As a matter of fact, I don"t know precisely what he is doing with the money, but I guess it is finding its way into legitimate channels. I"ll make him give me an itemized expense account for your benefit when it"s all over, if you like."
"It would be kinder to tell me more about it now," she pleaded.
"No; I"ll let him have that pleasure, after the fact--if we can get him pardoned out before you go back East."
She was silent so long that he stole another sidewise look between his snubbings of the brake-pedal. Her face was white and still, like the face of one suddenly frost-smitten, and he was instantly self-reproachful.
"Don"t look that way," he begged. "It hurts me; makes me feel how heavy my hand is when I"m doing my best to make it light. He is trying a rather desperate experiment, to be sure, but he is in no immediate personal danger. I believe it or I shouldn"t be here; I should be with him."
She asked no more questions, being unwilling to tempt him to break confidence with Kent. But she was thinking of all the desperate things a determined man with temperamental unbalancings might do when the touring car rolled noiselessly down the final hill into the single street of Megilp.
There was but one vehicle in the street at the moment; a freighter"s ore-wagon drawn by a team of mules, meekest and most shambling-prosaic of their tribe. The motor-car was running on the spent velocity of the descent, and Ormsby thought to edge past without stopping. But at the critical instant the mules gave way to terror, s.n.a.t.c.hed the heavy wagon into the opposite plank walk, and tried to climb a near-by telephone pole.
Ormsby put his foot on the brake and something snapped under the car.
"What was that?" Elinor asked; and Ormsby got down to investigate.
"It is our brake connection," he announced, after a brief inspection. "And we are five good miles from Hudgins and his repair kit."
A ring of town idlers was beginning to form about them. An automobile was still enough of a rarity in the mining-camp to draw a crowd.
"Busted?" inquired one of the onlookers.
Ormsby nodded, and asked if there were a machinist in the camp.
"Yep," said the spokesman; "up at the Blue Jay mine."
"Somebody go after him," suggested Ormsby, flipping a coin; and a boy started on a run.
The waiting was a little awkward. The ringing idlers were good-natured but curious. Ormsby stood by and answered questions multiform, diverting curiosity from the lady to the machine. Presently the spokesman said:
"Is this here the steam-buggy that helped a crowd of you fellers to get away from Jud Byers and his posse one day a spell back?"
"No," said Ormsby. Then he remembered the evening of small surprises--the racing tally-ho with the Inn auto-car to help; and, more pointedly now, the singular mirage effect in the lengthening perspective as the east-bound train shot away from Agua Caliente.
"What was the trouble that day?" he asked, putting in a question on his side.
"A little ruction up at the Twin Sisters. There was a furss, an" a gun went off, accidintally on purpose killin" Jim Harkins," was the reply.
The machinist was come from the Blue Jay, and Ormsby helped Elinor out of her seat while the repairs were making. The town office of the Blue Jay was just across the street, and he took her there and begged house-room and a chair for her, making an excuse that he must go and see to the brake-mending.
But once outside he promptly stultified himself, letting the repairs take care of themselves while he went in search of one Jud Byers. The deputy sheriff was not hard to find. Normally and in private life he was the weigher for the Blue Jay; and Ormsby was directed to the scale shanty which served as the weigher"s office.
The interview was brief and conclusive; was little more than a rapid fire of question and answer; and for the greater part the sheriff"s affirmatives were heartily eager. Yes, certainly; if the thing could be brought to pa.s.s, he, Byers, would surely do his part. All he asked was an hour or two in which to prepare.
"You shall have all the time there is," was the reply. "Have you a Western Union wire here?"
"No; nothing but the railroad office."
"That won"t do; they"d stop the message. How about the Inn?"
"Breezeland has a Western Union all right; wire your notice there, and I"ll fix to have it "phoned over. I don"t believe it can be worked, though," added the deputy, doubtfully.
"We can"t tell till we try," said Ormsby; and he hurried back to his car to egg on the machinist with golden promises contingent upon haste.
Miss Brentwood found her companion singularly silent on the five-mile race to Breezeland; but the lightning speed at which he drove the car put conversation out of the question. At the hotel he saw her into the lift with decent deliberation; but the moment she was off his hands he fairly ran to the telegrapher"s alcove in the main hall.
"Have you a Western Union wire to the capital direct?" he inquired.
The young man snapped his key and said he had.
"It has no connection with the Trans-Western railroad offices?"
"None whatever."