Gordon"s help to begin with, for then we should never have needed to hold the train up, or if we had we should never have been discovered."
What was more to me than this ill-deserved admiration were two things she said on the way back, when we two had paired off and were a bit behind the rest.
"The sandwiches and the whiskey were very good," she told me, "and I"m so grateful for the trouble you took."
"It was a pleasure," I said.
"And, Mr. Gordon," she continued, and then hesitated for a moment,--"my--Frederic told me that you--you said you honored me for--?"
"I do," I exclaimed energetically, as she paused and colored.
"Do you really?" she cried. "I thought Fred was only trying to make me less unhappy by saying that you did."
"I said it, and I meant it," I told her.
"I have been so miserable over that lie," she went on; "but I thought if I let you have the letters it would ruin papa. I really wouldn"t mind poverty myself, Mr. Gordon, but he takes such pride in success that I couldn"t be the one to do it. And then, after you told me that train-robbers were hung, I had to lie to save them. I ought to have known you would help us."
I thought this a pretty good time to make a real apology for my conduct on the trail, as well as to tell her how sorry I was at not having been able to repack her bag better. She accepted my apology very sweetly, and a.s.sured me her belongings had been put away so neatly that she had wondered who did it. I knew she only said this out of kindness, and told her so, telling also of my struggles over that pink-beribboned and belaced affair, in a way which made her laugh. I had thought it was a ball gown, and wondered at her taking it to the Canon; but she explained that it was what she called a "throw"--which I told her accounted for the throes I had gone through over it. It made me open my eyes, thinking that anything so pretty could be used for the same purposes for which I use my crash bath-gown, and while my eyes were open I saw the folly of thinking that a girl who wore such things would, or in fact could, ever get along on my salary. In that way the incident was a good lesson for me, for it made me feel that, even if there had been no Lord Ralles, I still should have had no chance.
On our return to the cars there was a telegram from the Postmaster-General awaiting me. After a glance at it, as the rest of the party looked anxiously on, I pa.s.sed it over to Miss Cullen, for I wanted her to have the triumph of reading it aloud to them. It read,--
"Hold letters pending arrival of special agent Jackson, due in Flagstaff October twentieth."
"The election is the eighteenth," Frederic laughed, executing a war dance on the platform. "The G. S."s dough is cooked."
"I must waltz with some one," cried Madge, and before I could offer she took hold of Albert and the two went whirling about, much to my envy. The Cullens were about the most jubilant road agents I had ever seen.
After consultation with Mr. Cullen, we had 218 and 97 attached to No. 1 when it arrived, and started for Ash Forks. He wanted to be on the ground a day in advance, and I could easily be back in Flagstaff before the arrival of the special agent.
I took dinner in 218, and they toasted me, as if I had done something heroic instead of merely having sent a telegram. Later four sat down to poker, while Miss Cullen, Fred, and I went out and sat on the platform of the car while Madge played on her guitar and sang to us. She had a very sweet voice, and before she had been singing long we had the crew of a "dust express"--as we jokingly call a gravel train--standing about, and they were speedily reinforced by many cowboys, who deserted the medley of cracked pianos or accordions of the Western saloons to listen to her, and who, not being over-careful in the terms with which they expressed their approval, finally by their riotous admiration drove us inside. At Miss Cullen"s suggestion we three had a second game of poker, but with chips and not money. She was an awfully reckless player, and the luck was dead in my favor, so Madge kept borrowing my chips, till she was so deep in that we both lost account. Finally, when we parted for the night she held out her hand, and, in the prettiest of ways, said,--
"I am so deeply in your debt, Mr. Gordon, that I don"t see how I can ever repay you."
I tried to think of something worth saying, but the words wouldn"t come, and I could only shake her hand. But, duffer as I was, the way she had said those words, and the double meaning she had given them, would have made me the happiest fellow alive if I could only have forgotten the existence of Lord Ralles.
CHAPTER VIII
HOW DID THE SECRET LEAK OUT?
I made up for my three nights" lack of sleep by not waking the next morning till after ten. When I went to 218, I found only the _chef_, and he told me the party had gone for a ride. Since I couldn"t talk to Madge, I went to work at my desk, for I had been rather neglecting my routine work. While I still wrote, I heard horses" hoofs, and, looking up, saw the Cullens returning. I went out on the platform to wish them good-morning, arriving just in time to see Lord Ralles help Miss Cullen out of her saddle; and the way he did it, and the way he continued to hold her hand after she was down, while he said something to her, made me grit my teeth and look the other way. None of the riders had seen me, so I slipped into my car and went back to work. Fred came in presently to see if I was up yet, and to ask me to lunch, but I felt so miserable and down-hearted that I made an excuse of my late breakfast for not joining them.
After luncheon the party in the other special all came out and walked up and down the platform, the sound of their voices and laughter only making me feel the bluer. Before long I heard a rap on one of my windows, and there was Miss Cullen peering in at me.
The moment I looked up, she called,--
"Won"t you make one of us, Mr. Misanthrope?"
I called myself all sorts of a fool, but out I went as eagerly as if there had been some hope. Miss Cullen began to tease me over my sudden access of energy, declaring that she was sure it was a pose for their benefit, or else due to a guilty conscience over having slept so late.
"I hoped you would ride with us, though perhaps it wouldn"t have paid you. Apparently there is nothing to see in Ash Forks."
"There is something that may interest you all," I suggested, pointing to a special that had been dropped off No. 2 that morning.
"What is it?" asked Madge.
"It"s a G. S. special," I said, "and Mr. Camp and Mr. Baldwin and two G. S. officials came in on it."
"What do you think he"d give for those letters?" laughed Fred.
"If they were worth so much to you, I suppose they can"t be worth any less to the G. S.," I replied.
"Fortunately, there is no way that he can learn where they are,"
said Mr. Cullen.
"Don"t let"s stand still," cried Miss Cullen. "Mr. Gordon, I"ll run you a race to the end of the platform." She said this only after getting a big lead, and she got there about eight inches ahead of me, which pleased her mightily. "It takes men so long to get started," was the way she explained her victory. Then she walked me beyond the end of the boarding to explain the workings of a switch to her. That it was only a pretext she proved to me the moment I had relocked the bar, by saying,--
"Mr. Gordon, may I ask you a question?"
"Certainly," I a.s.sented.
"It is one I should ask papa or Fred, but I am afraid they might not tell me the truth. You will, won"t you?" she begged, very earnestly.
"I will," I promised.
"Supposing," she continued, "that it became known that you have those letters? Would it do our side any harm?"
I thought for a moment, and then shook my head. "No new proxies could arrive here in time for the election," I said, "and the ones I have will not be voted."
She still looked doubtful, and asked, "Then why did papa say just now, "Fortunately"?"
"He merely meant that it was safer they shouldn"t know."
"Then it is better to keep it a secret?" she asked, anxiously.
"I suppose so," I said, and then added, "Why should you be afraid of asking your father?"
"Because he might--well, if he knew, I"m sure he would sacrifice himself; and I couldn"t run the risk."
"I am afraid I don"t understand?" I questioned.
"I would rather not explain," she said, and of course that ended the subject.
Our exercise taken, we went back to the Cullens" car, and Madge left us to write some letters. A moment later Lord Ralles remembered he had not written home recently, and he too went forward to the dining-room. That made me call myself--something, for not having offered Miss Cullen the use of my desk in 97.
Owing to this the two missed part of the big game we were playing; for barely were they gone when one of the servants brought a card to Mr. Cullen, who looked at it and exclaimed, "Mr. Camp!" Then, after a speaking pause, in which we all exchanged glances, he said, "Bring him in."
On Mr. Camp"s entrance he looked as much surprised as we had all done a moment before. "I beg your pardon for intruding, Mr.