"No you don"t," says I. "You can"t. It"s too late."
"Too late? Too late? Why, what do you mean, Curly? I"ve--I"ve come back!
I want to see my dad! I"ve got to see my dad. There"s lots I must tell him. He don"t know--I didn"t know."
"You can"t see your dad no more, kid," says I. "That time has went by.
I"m foreman here till midnight of today; and while I am there ain"t n.o.body going to bother him. He"s had trouble enough already."
She stood sort of shaking. I had her wrists in my hands now.
"When it"s all over," says I--"meaning a few things we"re going to settle tonight--I"ll come out to you in Wyoming. I won"t be foreman here no more. I"m going to go and throw in with you, even against the old man."
She begun to cry now.
"What are you talking about? I want him!" says she. "I want to see my dad. I need him--and he needs me!"
"Yes; he does need you," says I. "He"s needed you for a long time. But you wouldn"t like to see him now; he"s changed a heap. He ain"t got a friend left on earth except me, and that ends at midnight. He"s had it pretty rough, when you come to think it all over," says I.
"I must go in, Curly," says she.
"No; you can"t," says I. "I"m foreman and I won"t let you. He wouldn"t want it; he"s marked you off his books--we just been doing that today, with a lawyer and a barber."
"But, Curly, he doesn"t know----"
"Huh!" says I. "Well, he thinks he does. He figures you"re the same as if you was dead."
"Curly!" she cries now hard. "Curly, it mustn"t be! It"s all a mistake; it"s all been a mistake. I"ve come back----"
"Yes," says I; "it was a mistake. It ain"t been nothing but a mistake all down the line. But, as far as it can be squared, the old man and me we"ve set out to square it tonight. Him and me is going to call on Old Man Wisner this evening," says I. "We"re going over as soon as Old Man Wisner gets home. I"m going with your pa, Bonnie. You know me and I reckon you know him too. I reckon there may be some plain conversation."
"I"ve got to see him!" says she over and over again.
"Well, if you want to see him," says I, "you go on over there and, like enough, you will see him before long. You belong that side the wall now.
Tonight is when Old Man Wright and me settles with Old Man Wisner, and settles permanent. We live on this side."
She turns now and runs away so fast I couldn"t catch her.
I seen someone get out of the car now--a man; and she taken his arm and they both went out of sight around the end of the wall. I allowed they"d went up to the door. Right soon I seen a light in their higher windows above the wall--you could just see that much from where I was standing.
If I"d wanted to go upstairs I might of seen more from our windows; but I wouldn"t do that now.
I went back in the house and stood near our door, watching the street.
In about half or three-quarters of a hour I seen Old Man Wisner"s car coming in; there was lights in the car and I could see him plain. He was setting with his head kind of bent down. I suppose, like enough, he"d already been served with them papers of ours down town. He"d got into town early that morning and been busy all day at his office. He was just getting home now. He must of knowed he was busted.
I waited for half a hour more, so things could get right settled down over there, and then I went in and found Old Man Wright. He was setting still as a dead man, looking into the fireplace in our ranch room, though there wasn"t no fire. He was all dressed up in his evening clothes; and now I seen why he"d had the barber come. There wasn"t a finer-looking gentleman in all the town than Old Man Wright was right then--though him pale and sad. Lord, how sad he was! But not can-nye--none whatever, him, even if Old Lady Wisner had called us all that.
"He"s come, Colonel," says I, quiet, turning from one sad old man to another sad old man.
I didn"t say nothing to him about who else I"d seen in our front yard; I didn"t want to stir him all up, for I knowed he"d marked Bonnie Bell off"n his books and closed the books for keeps. When I spoke to him he turns around and stands up, quiet.
"Very well," says he; "we"ll go on over now."
So us two walk together out of our front door. He shuts the door then behind him and we go on down the walk together. He only turns once and looks back at the house.
The whole street laid there in front of us when we walked out from our yard to go over into theirs. The lights was all lit now, miles and miles of "em; and below us was the hundreds of thousands more of the lights of the big city--the city that hadn"t made us as happy as we thought it was going to. I heard a boat whistle deep somewheres out on the lake--it sort of made my stomach tremble.
Over west, beyond our part of the city, you could hear a low sort of sound like maybe of street cars; but on our side there wasn"t anything but automobiles--thousands of "em--going along as swift and smooth as birds. Most of them was going north still; but on the other side of the street some was going down, maybe with people going to the theaters. It was about the time when people in the city eat what they call dinner.
The moon was coming up back of our house, which lay there all black--not a light in it now. I could see the flower beds in our yard, and the white naked statutes standing there. It looked right pretty, but cold like a graveyard.
The front door was shut and, the moon being up over east, the part of the house toward us was black-like. I remembered what the lawyer man had said about things being signed, sealed and delivered. Well, we"d closed the books. It was to h.e.l.l with them Better Things!
I didn"t tell Old Man Wright that Bonnie Bell had been there, because he had things hard enough the way it was and I was working for him yet a little while. He was ca"m as a summer day now.
I"d been his deputy once or twice when we had to go and arrest a bad man. He was now just like he was then. He walks, his thumbs, on both sides, just resting on the waistband of his pants. I don"t know what he had in his mind; but you couldn"t of saw the sign of a gun on him and I"d throwed my gun away. His coat tails hung straight down. Outside he was plumb civilized. His face was white and he looked right gentle--just gentle. He wasn"t. As for changing him, it would of been as easy to change one of them marble statutes over in our garden.
Them Wisners wasn"t watching their own gate like they"d ought to of. We walked on up their stairs and the old man rung the bell and stood there, his face without no expression now.
We heard some noises inside there--their dog begun to bark and it seemed like people was talking. Their William opened the door and we all stood there.
Old Man Wright reaches out his arm and pushes him to one side, and him and me go on in, walking fast toward the middle of the house.
x.x.x
HOW IT COME OUT AFTER ALL
There was a curtain acrost the door between the hall and the room beyond. Old Man Wright made one sweep and throwed open the whole room before us. We stood there in the door, neither of us making any move.
Everything stopped then. There wasn"t n.o.body talking no more. What we seen before us was something you couldn"t hardly of figured on seeing at all.
They was all setting at the dinner table and they was all dressed up.
There was Old Man Wisner and the old lady, and Bonnie Bell--she was setting next to the old lady. Just beyond, and square acrost the table from us, facing us, was the hired man--the man on whose account we"d come to square things now and leave them signed, sealed and delivered.
I thought it was right funny for their hired man to be eating with them, and him all dressed up just like them. Then I remembered how fresh he"d always been and how he"d bragged about the pull he had with them people.
And I remembered the talk I"d heard between him and Old Lady Wisner too.
Anyways, there he was setting, big as life; and if they was having any trouble over anything you couldn"t see it. No one was shedding no tears and there didn"t seem to be no war going on.
I felt like I was up in the air. I felt like I"d been dreaming about something and hadn"t woke up. I couldn"t figure out what it was I seen.
No one spoke a word.
You must remember that Old Man Wright didn"t know yet Bonnie Bell was anywhere within three thousand miles of him. And when he pulled aside the curtain there she was, setting right at their table! And right acrost was a young man setting, too--a young man who he don"t know none.
You see, he never had saw that hired man at all, so as to know him. I hadn"t told the old man about Bonnie Bell being there, because I allowed he"d find it out anyways. Now he had.
It was Bonnie Bell that moved first--for she knew what might happen. She made one jump for her pa and threw her arms round him--not around his neck, but down around his arms. She didn"t try to kiss him--she didn"t say a word; she was scared. She knowed where he carried his gun--up under his shoulder. I never knowed whether she found it or not.
"No!" says she, quick; and she locked her hands behind his back so he couldn"t get his arms loose. "No! No; you can"t--you shan"t! No, no!"
she says. "Dad! Dad!"