"Aw!" gasped Las Vegas, as if at the coming of a sudden beautiful hope.
"Tom, I"m a preacher," replied Roy, now earnestly. "You didn"t know thet, but I am. An" I can marry you an" Bo as good as any one, an"
tighter "n most."
Las Vegas reached for his friend as a drowning man might have reached for solid rock.
"Roy, can you really marry them--with my Bible--and the service of my church?" asked Helen, a happy hope flushing her face.
"Wal, indeed I can. I"ve married more "n one couple whose religion wasn"t mine."
"B-b-before--d-d-din-ner!" burst out Las Vegas, like a stuttering idiot.
"I reckon. Come on, now, an" make yourself pre-senttible," said Roy.
"Miss Helen, you tell Bo thet it"s all settled."
He picked up the halter on the blue mustang and turned away toward the corrals. Las Vegas put the bridle of his horse over his arm, and seemed to be following in a trance, with his dazed, rapt face held high.
"Bring Dale," called Helen, softly after them.
So it came about as naturally as it was wonderful that Bo rode the blue mustang before the afternoon ended.
Las Vegas disobeyed his first orders from Mrs. Tom Carmichael and rode out after her toward the green-rising range. Helen seemed impelled to follow. She did not need to ask Dale the second time. They rode swiftly, but never caught up with Bo and Las Vegas, whose riding resembled their happiness.
Dale read Helen"s mind, or else his own thoughts were in harmony with hers, for he always seemed to speak what she was thinking. And as they rode homeward he asked her in his quiet way if they could not spare a few days to visit his old camp.
"And take Bo--and Tom? Oh, of all things I"d like to"" she replied.
"Yes--an" Roy, too," added Dale, significantly.
"Of course," said Helen, lightly, as if she had not caught his meaning.
But she turned her eyes away, while her heart thumped disgracefully and all her body was aglow. "Will Tom and Bo go?"
"It was Tom who got me to ask you," replied Dale. "John an" Hal can look after the men while we"re gone."
"Oh--so Tom put it in your head? I guess--maybe--I won"t go."
"It is always in my mind, Nell," he said, with his slow seriousness.
"I"m goin" to work all my life for you. But I"ll want to an" need to go back to the woods often.... An" if you ever stoop to marry me--an" make me the richest of men--you"ll have to marry me up there where I fell in love with you."
"Ah! Did Las Vegas Tom Carmichael say that, too?" inquired Helen, softly.
"Nell, do you want to know what Las Vegas said?"
"By all means."
"He said this--an" not an hour ago. "Milt, old hoss, let me give you a hunch. I"m a man of family now--an" I"ve been a devil with the wimmen in my day. I can see through "em. Don"t marry Nell Rayner in or near the house where I killed Beasley. She"d remember. An" don"t let her remember thet day. Go off into the woods. Paradise Park! Bo an" me will go with you."
Helen gave him her hand, while they walked the horses homeward in the long sunset shadows. In the fullness of that happy hour she had time for a grateful wonder at the keen penetration of the cowboy Carmichael. Dale had saved her life, but it was Las Vegas who had saved her happiness.
Not many days later, when again the afternoon shadows were slanting low, Helen rode out upon the promontory where the dim trail zigzagged far above Paradise Park.
Roy was singing as he drove the pack-burros down the slope; Bo and Las Vegas were trying to ride the trail two abreast, so they could hold hands; Dale had dismounted to stand beside Helen"s horse, as she gazed down the s.h.a.ggy black slopes to the beautiful wild park with its gray meadows and shining ribbons of brooks.
It was July, and there were no golden-red glorious flames and blazes of color such as lingered in Helen"s memory. Black spruce slopes and green pines and white streaks of aspens and lacy waterfall of foam and dark outcroppings of rock--these colors and forms greeted her gaze with all the old enchantment. Wildness, beauty, and loneliness were there, the same as ever, immutable, like the spirit of those heights.
Helen would fain have lingered longer, but the others called, and Ranger impatiently snorted his sense of the gra.s.s and water far below. And she knew that when she climbed there again to the wide outlook she would be another woman.
"Nell, come on," said Dale, as he led on. "It"s better to look up."
The sun had just sunk behind the ragged fringe of mountain-rim when those three strong and efficient men of the open had pitched camp and had prepared a bountiful supper. Then Roy Beeman took out the little worn Bible which Helen had given him to use when he married Bo, and as he opened it a light changed his dark face.
"Come, Helen an" Dale," he said.
They arose to stand before him. And he married them there under the great, stately pines, with the fragrant blue smoke curling upward, and the wind singing through the branches, while the waterfall murmured its low, soft, dreamy music, and from the dark slope came the wild, lonely cry of a wolf, full of the hunger for life and a mate.
"Let us pray," said Roy, as he closed the Bible, and knelt with them.
"There is only one G.o.d, an" Him I beseech in my humble office for the woman an" man I have just wedded in holy bonds. Bless them an" watch them an" keep them through all the comin" years. Bless the sons of this strong man of the woods an" make them like him, with love an"
understandin" of the source from which life comes. Bless the daughters of this woman an" send with them more of her love an" soul, which must be the softenin" an" the salvation of the hard West. O Lord, blaze the dim, dark trail for them through the unknown forest of life! O Lord, lead the way across the naked range of the future no mortal knows! We ask in Thy name! Amen."
When the preacher stood up again and raised the couple from their kneeling posture, it seemed that a grave and solemn personage had left him. This young man was again the dark-faced, clear-eyed Roy, droll and dry, with the enigmatic smile on his lips.
"Mrs. Dale," he said, taking her hands, "I wish you joy.... An" now, after this here, my crownin" service in your behalf--I reckon I"ll claim a reward."
Then he kissed her. Bo came next with her warm and loving felicitations, and the cowboy, with characteristic action, also made at Helen.
"Nell, sh.o.r.e it"s the only chance I"ll ever have to kiss you," he drawled. "Because when this heah big Indian once finds out what kissin"
is--!"
Las Vegas then proved how swift and hearty he could be upon occasions.
All this left Helen red and confused and unutterably happy. She appreciated Dale"s state. His eyes reflected the precious treasure which manifestly he saw, but realization of ownership had not yet become demonstrable.
Then with gay speech and happy laugh and silent look these five partook of the supper. When it was finished Roy made known his intention to leave. They all protested and coaxed, but to no avail. He only laughed and went on saddling his horse.
"Roy, please stay," implored Helen. "The day"s almost ended. You"re tired."
"Nope. I"ll never be no third party when there"s only two."
"But there are four of us."
"Didn"t I just make you an" Dale one?... An", Mrs. Dale, you forget I"ve been married more "n once."
Helen found herself confronted by an unanswerable side of the argument.
Las Vegas rolled on the gra.s.s in his mirth. Dale looked strange.