Little Jason sat still, but he saw Marjorie ride straight for the pony, he heard her cry to Mavis, saw her wave one hand toward him, and then Mavis rode for him at a gallop, waving her whip to him as she came. The boy gave no answering signal, but sat still, hard- eyed, cool. Before she was within twenty yards of him he had taken in every detail of the changes in her and the level look of his eyes stopped her happy cry, and made her grow quite pale with the old terror of giving him offence. Her hair looked different, her clothes were different, she wore gloves, and she had a stick in one hand with a head like a cane and a loop of leather at the other end. For these drawbacks, the old light in her eyes and face quite failed to make up, for while Jason looked, Mavis was looking, too, and the boy saw her eyes travelling him down from head to foot: somehow he was reminded of the way Marjorie had looked at him back in the mountains and somehow he felt that the change that he resented in Mavis went deeper than her clothes. The morbidly sensitive spirit of the mountaineer in him was hurt, the chasm yawned instead of closing, and all he said shortly was:
"Whar"d you git them new-fangled things?"
"Marjorie give "em to me. She said fer you to bring yo" hoss in-- hit"s more fun than I ever knowed in my life up here."
"Hit is?" he half-sneered. "Well, you git back to yo" high- falutin" friends an" tell "em I don"t hunt nothin" that-a-way."
"I"ll stop right now an" go home with ye. I guess you"ve come to see yo" mammy."
"Well, I hain"t ridin" aroun" just fer my health exactly."
He had suddenly risen on the fence as the cries in the field swelled in a chorus. Mavis saw how strong the temptation within him was, and so, when he repeated for her to "go on back," the old habit of obedience turned her, but she knew he would soon follow.
The field was going mad now, horses were dashing and crashing together, the men were swinging to the ground and were pushed and trampled in a wild clutch for Mollie"s long ears, and Jason could see that the contest between them was who should get the most game. The big mule was threshing the weeds like a tornado, and crossing the field at a heavy gallop he stopped suddenly at a ditch, the girth broke, and the colonel went over the long ears.
There was a shriek of laughter, in which Jason from his perch joined, as with a bray of freedom the mule made for home.
Apparently that field was hunted out now, and when the hunters crossed another pike and went into another field too far away for the boy to see the fun, he mounted his old mare and rode slowly after them. A little later Mavis heard a familiar yell, and Jason flew by her with his pistol flopping on his hip, his hat in his hand, and his face frenzied and gone wild. The thoroughbred pa.s.sed him like a swallow, but the rabbit twisted back on his trail and Mavis saw Marjorie leap lightly from her saddle, Jason flung himself from his, and then both were hidden by the crush of horses around them, while from the midst rose sharp cries of warning and fear.
She saw Gray"s face white with terror, and then she saw Marjorie picking herself up from the ground and Jason swaying dizzily on his feet with a rabbit in his hand.
""Tain"t nothin"," he said stoutly, and he grinned his admiration openly for Marjorie, who looked such anxiety for him. "You ain"t afeerd o" nothin", air ye, an" I reckon this rabbit tail is a- goin" to you," and he handed it to her and turned to his horse.
The boy had jerked Marjorie from under the thoroughbred"s hoofs and then gone on recklessly after the rabbit, getting a glancing blow from one of those hoofs himself.
Marjorie smiled.
"Thank you, little--man," and Jason grinned again, but his head was dizzy and he did not ride after the crowd.
"I"m afeerd fer this ole nag," he lied to Colonel Pendleton, for he was faint at the stomach and the world had begun to turn around. Then he made one clutch for the old nag"s mane, missed it, and rolled senseless to the ground.
Not long afterward he opened his eyes to find his head in the colonel"s lap, Marjorie bathing his forehead with a wet handkerchief, and Gray near by, still a little pale from remorse for his carelessness and Marjorie"s narrow escape, and Mavis the most unconcerned of all--and he was much ashamed. Rudely he brushed Marjorie"s consoling hand away and wriggled away from the colonel to his knees.
"Shucks!" he said, with great disgust.
The shadows were stretching fast, it was too late to try another field, so back they started through the radiant air, laughing, talking, bantering, living over the incidents of the day, the men with one leg swung for rest over the pommel of their saddles, the girls with habits disordered and torn, hair down, and all tired, but all flushed, clear-eyed, happy. The leaves--russet, gold and crimson--were dropping to the autumn-greening earth, the sunlight was as yellow as the wings of a b.u.t.terfly, and on the horizon was a faint haze that shadowed the coming Indian summer. But still it was warm enough for a great spread on the lawn, and what a feast for mountain eyes--chicken, turkey, cold ham, pickles, croquettes, creams, jellies, beaten biscuits. And what happy laughter and thoughtful courtesy and mellow kindness--particularly to the little mountain pair, for in the mountains they had given the Pendletons the best they had and now the best was theirs. Inside fires were being lighted in the big fireplaces, and quiet, solid, old-fashioned English comfort everywhere the blaze brought out.
Already two darky fiddlers were waiting on the back porch for a dram, and when the darkness settled the fiddles were talking old tunes and nimble feet were busy. Little Jason did his wonderful dancing and Gray did his; and round about, the window-seats and the tall columns of the porch heard again from lovers what they had been listening to for so long. At midnight the hunters rode forth again in pairs into the crisp, brilliant air and under the kindly moon, Mavis jogging along beside Jason on Marjorie"s pony, for Marjorie would not have it otherwise. No wonder that Mavis loved the land.
"I jerked the gal outen the way," explained Jason, ""cause she was a gal an" had no business messin" with men folks."
"Of co"se," Mavis agreed, for she was just as contemptuous as he over the fuss that had been made of the incident.
"But she ain"t afeerd o" nothin"."
This was a little too much.
"I ain"t nuther."
"Co"se you ain"t."
There was no credit for Mavis--her courage was a matter of course; but with the stranger-girl, a "furriner"--that was different.
There was silence for a while.
"Wasn"t it lots o" fun, Jasie?"
"Sh.o.r.e!" was the absent-minded answer, for Jason was looking at the strangeness of the night. It was curious not to see the big bulks of the mountains and to see so many stars. In the mountains he had to look straight up to see stars at all and now they hung almost to the level of his eyes.
"How"s the folks?" asked Mavis.
"Stirrin". Air ye goin" to school up here?"
"Yes, an" who you reckon the school-teacher is?"
Jason shook his head.
"The jologist."
"Well, by Heck."
"An" he"s always axin" me about you an" if you air goin" to school."
For a while more they rode in silence.
"I went to that new furrin school down in the mountains," yawned the boy, "fer "bout two hours. They"re gittin" too high-falutin"
to suit me. They tried to git me to wear gal"s stockin"s like they do up here an" I jes" laughed at "em. Then they tried to git me to make up beds an" I tol" "em I wasn"t goin" to wear gal"s clothes ner do a gal"s work, an" so I run away."
He did not tell his reason for leaving the mountains altogether, for Mavis, too, was a girl, and he did not confide in women--not yet.
But the girl was woman enough to remember that the last time she had seen him he had said that he was going to come for her some day. There was no sign of that resolution, however, in either his manner or his words now, and for some reason she was rather glad.
"Every boy wears clothes like that up here. They calls "em knickerbockers."
"Huh!" grunted Jason. "Hit sounds like "em."
"Air ye still shootin" at that ole tree?"
"Yep, an" I kin hit the belly-band two shots out o" three."
Mavis raised her dark eyes with a look of apprehension, for she knew what that meant; when he could hit it three times running he was going after the man who had killed his father. But she asked no more questions, for while the boy could not forbear to boast about his marksmanship, further information was beyond her sphere and she knew it.
When they came to the lane leading to her home, Jason turned down it of his own accord.
"How"d you know whar we live?"
"I was here this mornin" an" I seed my mammy. Yo" daddy wasn"t thar."
Mavis smiled silently to herself; he had found out thus where she was and he had followed her. At the little stable Jason unsaddled the horses and turned both out in the yard while Mavis went within, and Steve Hawn appeared at the door in his underclothes when Jason stepped upon the porch.
"h.e.l.lo, Jason!"
"h.e.l.lo, Steve!" answered the boy, but they did not shake hands, not because of the hard feeling between them, but because it was not mountain custom.