Eliza considered for a moment. "Don"t let them see Dr. Gray," she said, at length. "He has enough to worry him. Meet them at the train and bring them here."
"What for? Tea?"
"You boys have done all you can; I think it"s time Dan and I did something."
Tom stared. "Are YOU going to pay "em?" he asked, gruffly.
"Yes. Mr. O"Neil needs time. Dan and I have saved four thousand dollars. I"d offer it to Dr. Gray--"
"He wouldn"t take it."
"Exactly. Send Dan up here when you see him."
"It doesn"t seem exactly right." Tom was obviously embarra.s.sed. "You see, we sort of belong to Murray, and you don"t, but--" He shook his head as if to rid himself of unwelcome emotion. "Women are funny things! You"re willing to do that for the chief, and yet you won"t write me a little affidavit!" He grunted and went away, still shaking his head.
When Eliza explained her plan to Dan she encountered an opposition that shocked and hurt her.
"I won"t do it!" he said, shortly.
"You--WHAT?"
"We can"t build the S. R.
"Yes, and made you love him, too," said Dan, roughly. "I can see that."
Eliza lifted her head and met his eyes squarely.
"That"s true! But why not? Can"t I love him? Isn"t it my privilege to help him if I want to? If I had two million dollars instead of two thousand I"d give it to him, and--and I wouldn"t expect him to care for me, either. He"ll never do that. He couldn"t! But--oh, Danny, I"ve been miserable--"
Dan felt a certain dryness of the throat which made speech oddly difficult. "I don"t see why he couldn"t care for you," he said, lamely.
Eliza shook her head hopelessly. "I"m glad it happened," she said--"glad. In writing these articles I"ve tried to make him understood; I"ve tried to put my whole soul into them so that the people will see that he isn"t, wouldn"t be, a thief nor a grafter. I"ve described him as he is--big, honorable, gentle--"
"I didn"t know you were writing fiction," said her brother, impatiently.
"I"m not. It"s all true. I"ve cried over those articles, Dan. I"ve petted them, and I"ve kissed his name--oh, I"ve been silly!" She smiled at him through a sudden glimmer of tears.
Dan began to wonder if his sister, in spite of her exemplary conduct in the past, were after all going to have hysterics. Women were especially likely to, he reflected, when they demanded the impossible. At last he said, uncomfortably: "Gee, I thought I was the dippy member of the family!"
"It"s our chance to help him," she urged. "Will you--?"
"No! I"m sorry, Sis, but my little bit wouldn"t mean anything to him; it means everything to me. Maybe that"s selfish--I don"t care. I"m as mad over Natalie as you seem to be over him. A week"s delay can"t make any difference now--he played and lost. But I can"t afford to lose.
He"ll make another fortune, that"s sure--but do you think I"ll ever find another Natalie? No! Don"t argue, for I won"t listen."
He left the house abruptly, and Eliza went into the white bedroom which O"Neil had fitted up for her. From the remotest corner of her lowest bureau drawer she drew a battered tin box, and, dividing the money it contained into two equal parts, placed one in the pockets of her mannish jacket.
It was dark when Tom Slater arrived, at the head of a group of soiled workmen whom he ushered into the parlor of the bungalow.
"Here"s the bunch!" he announced, laconically.
As the new-comers ranged themselves uncomfortably about the wall Dan Appleton entered and greeted them with his customary breeziness.
"The pay-master is busy, and Doc Gray has a surgical case," he said, "so I"ll cash your time-checks. Get me the box, will you, Sis?"
He had avoided Eliza"s eyes upon entering, and he avoided them now, but the girl"s throat was aching as she hurried into her bedroom and hastily replaced the rolls of greenbacks she had removed from the tin box.
When he had finished paying off, Dan said, brusquely:
"Now we mustn"t have any loafing around town, understand?"
"We can"t get back to-night," said one of the men.
"Oh yes, you can. I ordered an engine out."
"We hear--there"s talk about quitting work," another ventured. "Where"s O"Neil?"
"He"s in the States buying a steamship," answered Dan, unblushingly.
"We can"t get stuff fast enough by the regular boats."
"Good! That sounds like business. We don"t want to quit."
"Now hurry! Your parlor-car is waiting."
When he and Eliza were alone he turned to her with a flush of embarra.s.sment. "Aren"t we the darnedest fools, Sis? I wouldn"t mind if we had done the chief any good, but we haven"t." He closed the lid of the tin box, which was nearly empty now, and pushed it away from him, laughing mirthlessly. "Hide that sarcophagus where I can"t see it," he commanded. "It makes me sick."
Eliza flung her arm about his neck and laid her cheek against his.
"Poor Danny! You"re a brick!"
"It"s the bread-line for us," he told her.
"Never mind. We"re used to it now." She laughed contentedly and snuggled her face closer to his.
It was on the following morning that O"Neil"s cablegram announcing the result of his interview with Illis reached Omar. Dr. Gray brought the news to the Appleton bungalow while Dan and his sister were still at breakfast. "Happy Tom" came puffing and blowing at his heels with a highly satisfied I-told-you-so expression on his round features.
"He made it! The tide has turned," cried the doctor as he burst in waving the message on high. "Yes!" he explained, in answer to their excited questions. "Murray got the money and our troubles are over. Now give me some coffee, Eliza. I"m all shaky."
"English money!" commented Slater. "The same as we used on the North Pa.s.s."
"Then he interested Illis!" cried Dan.
"Yep! He"s the white-winged messenger of hope. I wasn"t worried for a minute," Tom averred.
The breakfast which followed was of a somewhat hysterical and fragmentary nature, for Eliza felt her heart swelling, and the faithful Gray was all but undone by the strain he had endured. "That"s the first food I"ve tasted for weeks," he confessed. "I"ve eaten, but I haven"t tasted; and now--I"m not hungry." He sighed, stretched his long limbs gratefully, and eyed the Appletons with a kindly twinkle. "You were up in the air, too, weren"t you? The chief will appreciate last night"s affair."
Eliza colored faintly. "It was nothing. Please don"t tell him." At the incredulous lift of his brows she hastened to explain: "Tom said you men "belonged" to Mr. O"Neil and Dan was an outsider. That hurt me dreadfully."
"Well, he can"t say that now; Dan is one of Murray"s boys, all right, and you--you must be his girl."