"Can"t say. Not yet, I should think. He seems to have made no preparations. Besides, I"ve got to see him again in a day or two."
"Then you will stay out here?" asked Alice eagerly.
"Well, no." Robb shook his head with a comical expression of chagrin.
"Can"t be done, I"m afraid. But I"ll come over here when I"m in the neighbourhood, if possible." Then to Mrs. Malling, "May I?"
"Why, certainly," said the farm-wife, with characteristic heartiness.
"If you come to this district without so much as a look in here, well, you can just pa.s.s right along for the future."
When the meal was over the old lady rose from the table.
"Alice," said she, "you stay right here. Sarah and I"ll clear away.
Prudence, my girl, just lie down and get your rest. Maybe you"ll feel better later on. Come along, Sarah; the young folks can get on comfortably without us for once."
Prudence made no attempt to do as her mother suggested. She moved about the room, helping with the work. Then the two old ladies adjourned to the kitchen. Robb and Alice had moved over to the well-worn sofa at the far end of the room, and Prudence took up her position at the open window. She seemed to have no thought of leaving the lovers together; in fact, it seemed as though she had forgotten their existence altogether. She stood staring out over the little front garden with hard, unmeaning eyes. From her expression it is doubtful if she saw what her eyes looked upon. Her thoughts were of other matters that concerned only herself and another.
The low tones of the lovers sounded monotonously through the room.
They, too, were now wrapt in their own concerns, and had forgotten the presence of the girl at the window. They had so much to say and so little time in which to say it; for Robb had to make Ainsley that night.
The cool August evening was drawing on. The threshing gang was returning from the fields, and the purple haze of sundown was rising above the eastern horizon; Prudence did not move. Her hands were clasped before her; her pale face might have been of carved stone.
There was only the faintest sign of life about her, and that was the steady rise and fall of her bosom.
A cool breeze rustled in through the open window and set the curtains moving. Then all became still again. Two birds squabbled viciously amongst the branches of a blue-gum in the little patch of a garden, but Prudence"s gaze was still directed towards the horizon. She saw nothing; she felt nothing but the pain which her own thoughts brought her.
Suddenly the sound of something moving outside became audible. There was the noisy yawn of some large animal rising from its rest. Then came the slow, heavy patter of the creature"s feet. Neche approached the window. His fierce-looking head stood well above the sill. His greenish eyes looked up solemnly at the still figure framed in the opening. His ears twitched attentively. There was no friendly motion of his straight, lank tail; but his appearance was undoubtedly expressive of some sort of well-meaning, canine regard. Whether the dog understood and sympathized with the girl at the window it would have taken something more than a keen observer to have said. But in his strangely unyielding fashion he was certainly struggling to convey something to this girl from whom he was accustomed to receive nothing but kindness.
For some moments he stood thus, quite still. His unkempt body rose and fell under his wiry coat. He was a vast beast, and the wolf-grey and black of his colouring was horribly suggestive of his ancestry.
Presently he lifted one great paw to the window. Balancing his weight upon his only serviceable hind-leg, he lifted himself and stood with both front feet upon the sill, and pushed his nose against the girl"s dress. She awoke from her reverie at the touch, and her hands unclasped, and she slowly caressed the bristly head. The animal seemed to appreciate the attention, for, with his powerful paws, he drew himself further into the room.
The girl offered no objection. She paid no heed to what he was doing.
Her hand merely rested on his head, and she thought no more about him.
Finding himself unrebuffed Neche made further efforts; then, suddenly, he became aware of the other occupants of the room. Quick as a flash his nose was directed towards the old sofa on which they were seated, and his eyes, like two b.a.l.l.s of phosph.o.r.escent light, gleamed in their direction. He became motionless at once. It seemed as though he were uncertain of something.
He was inclined to resent the presence of these two, but the caress of the soft, warm hand checked any hostile demonstration beyond a whine, half plaintive, half of anger.
The disturbing sound drew Alice"s attention, and she looked over to where Prudence was standing; it was then she encountered the unblinking stare of the hound"s wicked eyes. The sight thrilled her for a moment, nor could she repress a slight shudder. She nudged her companion and drew his attention without speaking. Robb followed the direction of her gaze, and a silence followed whilst he surveyed the strange apparition.
He could only see the dog"s head--the rest of the creature was hidden behind the window curtain--and its enormous size suggested the great body and powerful limbs which remained concealed. To Robb there was a suggestion of h.e.l.l about the cruel l.u.s.tre of the relentless eyes.
At last he broke into a little nervous laugh.
"By Jove!" he said. "I thought for the moment I"d got "em. Gee-whizz!
The brute looks like the devil himself. What is it? Whose?"
Without replying, Alice called to her friend.
"Let Neche come in, Prue," she said. "That is"--dubiously--"if you think it"s safe." Then she turned to Robb. "He"s so savage that I"m afraid of him. Still, with Prue here, I think he"ll be all right; he"s devoted to her."
At the sound of the girl"s voice Prudence turned back from the window like one awakening from a dream. Her eyes still had a far-away look in them, and though she had heard the voice it seemed doubtful as to whether she had taken the meaning of the words. For a moment her eyes rested on Alice"s face, then they drooped to the dog at her side, but Alice was forced to repeat her question before the other moved. Then, in silence, she stepped back and summoned the dog to her with an encouraging chirrup. Neche needed no second bidding. There was a scramble and a sc.r.a.ping of sharp claws upon the woodwork, then the animal stood in the room. And his att.i.tude as he eyed the two seated upon the sofa said as plainly as possible, "Well, which one is it to be first?"
Robb felt uneasy. Alice was decidedly alarmed at the dog"s truculent appearance.
But the tension was relieved a moment later by the brute"s own strange behaviour. Suddenly, without the slightest warning, Neche plumped down upon his hind-quarters. His p.r.i.c.ked ears drooped, and his two fore paws began to beat a sort of tattoo upon the floor. Then followed a broken whine, tremulous and blandishing, and the great head moved from side to side with that curious movement which only dogs use to express their gladness. Then the strange, three-legged beast went further.
Down he threw himself full length upon the floor and grovelled effusively, whining and sc.r.a.ping the boards in a perfect fervour of abject delight.
Robb looked hard at the dog. Then he laughed and turned to Alice.
"What is the creature"s name? I didn"t catch it."
"Neche," she replied.
Robb held out his hand encouragingly and called the dog by name. The animal continued to squirm but did not offer to come nearer. Every now and then its head was turned back, and the green eyes looked up into Prudence"s face. At last Robb ceased his efforts. His blandishments were ineffectual beyond increasing the dog"s effusive display.
"A husky," he said, looking across at Prudence. "A bad dog to have about the house. He reminds me of the animals we had up north in our dog-train. They"re devils to handle and as fierce as wild cats. We had one just like him. Unusually big brute. He was our "wheeler." The most vicious dog of the lot. The resemblance is striking. By Jove!" he went on reminiscently, "he was a sulky, cantankerous cuss. His name was "Sitting Bull," after the renowned Sioux Indian chief. We had to be very careful of the other dogs on account of his "sc.r.a.pping"
propensities. He killed one poor beast I think we nicknamed him rather appropriately. He was affectionately dubbed "Bully.""
As Robb p.r.o.nounced the name he held out his hand again and flicked his fingers. The dog rose from his grovelling posture and came eagerly forward, wagging his lank tail. He rubbed his nose against the man"s hand and slowly licked the sun-tanned skin.
Robb"s brows drew together in a pucker of deep perplexity. He looked the animal over long and earnestly, and slowly there crept into his eyes an expression of wondering astonishment. He was interrupted in his inspection by the girl at his side.
"Why, he"s treating you like an old friend, Robb."
The man sat gazing down upon the wiry coat of the beast.
"Yes," he said shortly. Then he looked over at Prudence. "Yours?" he went on.
The girl shook her head.
"No, he belongs to Hervey."
"Um! I wonder where he got him from," in a meditative tone.
"Somewhere out in the wilds of the Yukon," put in Alice.
"Ah! The Yukon." And Robb"s face was serious as he turned towards the window and looked out at the creeping shadows of evening.
There was a pause. Prudence was thinking of anything but the subject of Robb"s inquiries. Alice was curious, but she forbore to question.
She had heard her lover"s account of his misadventure in the Alaskan hills, but she saw no connection between the hound and that disastrous affair. But the man"s thoughts were hard at work. Presently he rose to depart.
He bade Prudence good-bye and moved towards the door. The dog remained where he had been standing and looked after him. At the door Robb hesitated, then he turned and looked back.
"Poor old Bully," he said.
With a bound the dog was at his side. Then the man turned away, and, accompanied by Alice, left the room. In the pa.s.sage he paused, and Alice saw an expression on his face she had never seen before. He was nervous and excited, and his eyes shone in the half-light.
"Al," he said slowly, "I know that dog. _And his name is Bully_. Don"t say anything to anybody. Hervey may be able to tell me something of those who robbed us up in the hills. But on no account must you say anything to him; leave it to me. I shall come here again--soon.
Good-bye, little woman."