Witham could see that at a glance, although the room was dim.
"I don"t seem to know you, but I"ll get a light in a minute," he said.
"I wouldn"t waste time," said the other. "We can talk just as straight in the dark, and I guess this meeting will finish up outside on the prairie. You"ve given me a good deal of trouble to trail you, Mr.
Guyler."
"Well," said Witham dryly, "it seems to me that you have found the wrong man."
The stranger laughed unpleasantly. "I was figuring you"d take it like that, but you can"t bluff me. Well now, I"ve come round to take it out of you for slinging that decanter at me, and if there is another thing, we needn"t mention it."
Witham stared at the man, and his astonishment was evident, but the fact that he still spoke with an English accentuation, as Courthorne did, was against him.
"To the best of my recollection, I have never suffered the unpleasantness of meeting you in my life," he said. "I certainly never threw a decanter or anything else at you, though I understand that one might feel tempted to."
The man rose up slowly, and appeared big and heavy-shouldered as he moved athwart the window. "I guess that is quite enough for me," he said. "What were you condemned Englishmen made for, anyway, but to take the best of what other men worked for, until the folks who"ve got grit enough run you out of the old country! Lord, why don"t they drown you instead of dumping you and your wickedness on to us? Still, I"m going to show one of you, as I"ve longed to do, that you can"t play your old tricks with the women of this country."
"I don"t see the drift of a word of it," said Witham. "Hadn"t you better come back when you"ve worked the vapours off to-morrow?"
"Come out!" said the other man grimly. "There"s scarcely room in here.
Well then, have it your own way, and the devil take care of you!"
"I think there"s enough," said Witham, and as the other swung forward, closed with him.
He felt sick and dizzy for a moment, for he had laid himself open and the first blow got home, but he had decided that if the grapple was inevitable, it was best to commence it and end it speedily. A few seconds later there was a crash against the table, and the stranger gasped as he felt the edge of it pressed into his backbone. Then he felt himself borne backwards until he groaned under the strain, and heard a hoa.r.s.e voice say, "If you attempt to use that foot again, I"ll make the leg useless all your life to you. Come right in here, Tom."
A man carrying a lantern came in, and stared at the pair as he set it down. "Do you want me to see a fair finish-up?" he said.
"No," said Witham. "I want you to see this gentleman out with me. Nip his arms behind his back; he can"t hurt you."
It was done with a little difficulty, and there was a further scuffle in the hall, for the stranger resisted strenuously, but a minute later the trio reeled out of the door just as a buggy pulled up. Then, as the evicted man plunged forward alone, Witham, straightening himself suddenly, saw that Colonel Barrington was looking down on him, and that his niece was seated at his side. He stood still, flushed and breathless, with his jacket hanging rent half-way up about him, and the Colonel"s voice was quietly ironical.
"I had a question or two to ask you, but can wait," he said. "No doubt I shall find you less engaged another time."
He flicked the horse, and as the buggy rolled away the other man walked up to Witham.
"While I only wanted to get rid of you before, I feel greatly tempted to give you your wish now," said the latter.
The stranger laughed dryly. "I guess you needn"t worry. I don"t fight because I"m fond of it, and you"re not the man."
"Not the man?" said Witham.
"No, sir," said the other. "Not like him, now I can see you better.
Well, I"m kind of sorry I started a circus here."
A suspicion of the truth flashed upon Witham. "What sort of a man was the one you mistook for me?"
"Usual British waster. Never done a day"s work in his life, and never wanted to; too tired to open his eyes more than half-way when he looked at you, but if he ever fools round the saloon again, he"ll know what he is before I"m through with him."
Witham laughed. "I wouldn"t be rash or you may get another astonishment. We really know one or two useful things in the old country, but you can"t fetch the settlement before morning, and we"ll put you up if you like."
"No, sir," said the other dryly. "I"m not fond of Englishmen, and we might get arguing, while I"ve had "bout enough of you for one night."
He rode away, and Witham went back into the house very thoughtfully, wondering whether he would be called upon to answer for more of Courthorne"s doings.
It was two or three days later when Maud Barrington returned with her aunt from a visit to an outlying farm, where, because an account of what took place in the saloon had by some means been spread about, she heard a story brought in from the settlement. It kept her silent during the return journey, and Miss Barrington said nothing, but when the Colonel met them in the hall he glanced at his niece.
"I see Mrs. Carndall has been telling you both a tale," he said. "It would have been more fitting if she had kept it to herself."
"Yes," said Maud Barrington. "Still, you do not credit it?"
Barrington smiled a trifle dryly. "I should very much prefer not to, my dear, but what we saw the other night appears to give it probability. The man Courthorne was dismissing somewhat summarily is, I believe, to marry the lady in question. You will remember I asked you once before whether the leopard can change his spots."
The girl laughed a little. "Still, are you not presuming when you take it for granted that there are spots to change?"
Colonel Barrington said nothing further, and it was late that night when the two women reopened the subject.
"Aunt," said Maud Barrington, "I want to know what you think about Mrs. Carndall"s tale."
The little lady shook her head. "I should like to disbelieve it if I could."
"Then," said Maud Barrington, "why don"t you?"
"Can you give me any reasons? One must not expect too much from human nature, my dear."
The girl sat silent awhile, remembering the man whom she had at first sight, and in the moonlight, fancied was like her companion at the time. It was not, however, the faint resemblance that had impressed her, but a vague something in his manner--his grace, his half-veiled insolence, his poise in the saddle. She had only seen Lance Courthorne on a few occasions when she was very young, but she had seen others of his race, and the man reminded her of them. Still, she felt half-instinctively that as yet it would be better that n.o.body should know this, and she stooped over some lace on the table as she answered the elder lady.
"I only know one, and it is convincing. That Lance should have done what he is credited with doing is quite impossible."
Miss Barrington smiled. "I almost believe so, too, but others of his family have done such things somewhat frequently. Do you know that Lance has all along been a problem to me, for there is a good deal in my brother"s question. Although it seems out of the question, I have wondered whether there could be two Lance Courthornes in Western Canada."
The girl looked at her aunt in silence for a s.p.a.ce, but each hid a portion of her thoughts. Then Maud Barrington laughed.
"The Lance Courthorne now at Silverdale is as free from reproach as any man may be," she said. "I can"t tell you why I am sure of it--but I know I am not mistaken."
CHAPTER XX
THE FACE AT THE WINDOW
It was a hot morning when Sergeant Stimson and Corporal Payne rode towards the railroad across the prairie. The gra.s.sy levels rolled away before them, white and parched, into the blue distance, where willow grove and straggling bluff floated on the dazzling horizon, and the fibrous dust rose in little puffs beneath the horses" feet, until Stimson pulled his beast up in the shadow of the birches by the bridge, and looked back towards Silverdale. There, wooden homesteads girt about with barns and granaries rose from the whitened waste, and behind some of them stretched great belts of wheat. Then the Sergeant, understanding the faith of the men who had sown that splendid grain, nodded, for he was old and wise, and had seen many adverse seasons, and the slackness that comes, when hope has gone, to beaten men.
"They will reap this year--a handful of cents on every bushel," he said. "A fine gentleman is Colonel Barrington, but some of them will be thankful there"s a better head than the one he has at Silverdale.
"Yes, sir," said Corporal Payne, who wore the double chevrons for the first time, and surmised that his companion"s observations were not without their purpose.
Stimson glanced at the bridge. "Good work," he said. "It will save them dollars on every load they haul in. A gambler built it! Do they teach men to use the axe in Montana saloons?"