"An" I reckon you"ll say you hadn"t heerd he was there?"
"I had not," flashed Columbine.
"Wal, _did_ you see him?"
"Yes, sir, I did, but quite by accident."
"Ahuh! Columbine, are you lyin" to me?"
The hot blood flooded to Columbine"s cheeks, as if she had been struck a blow.
"_Dad_!" she cried, in hurt amaze.
Belllounds seemed thick, imponderable, as if something had forced a crisis in him and his brain was deeply involved. The habitual, cool, easy, bold, and frank att.i.tude in the meeting of all situations seemed to have been encroached upon by a break, a bewilderment, a lessening of confidence.
"Wal, are you lyin"?" he repeated, either blind to or unaware of her distress.
"I could not--lie to you," she faltered, "even--if--I wanted to."
The heavy, shadowed gaze of his big eyes was bent upon her as if she had become a new and perplexing problem.
"But you seen Moore?"
"Yes--sir." Columbine"s spirit rose.
"An" talked with him?"
"Of course."
"La.s.s, I ain"t likin" thet, an" I ain"t likin" the way you look an"
speak."
"I am sorry. I can"t help either."
"What"d this cowboy say to you?"
"We talked mostly about his injured foot."
"An" what else?" went on Belllounds, his voice rising.
"About--what he meant to do now."
"Ahuh! An" thet"s homesteadin" the Sage Creek Valley?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did you want him to do thet?"
"I! Indeed I didn"t."
"Columbine, not so long ago you told me this fellar wasn"t sweet on you.
An" do you still say that to me--are you still insistin" he ain"t in love with you?"
"He never said so--I never believed it ... and now I"m sure--he isn"t!"
"Ahuh! Wal, thet same day you was jest as sure you didn"t care anythin"
particular fer him. Are you thet sure now?"
"No!" whispered Columbine, very low. She trembled with a suggestion of unknown forces. Not to save a new and growing pride would she evade any question from this man upon whom she had no claim, to whom she owed her life and her bringing up. But something cold formed in her.
Belllounds, self-centered and serious as he strangely was, seemed to check his probing, either from fear of hearing more from her or from an awakening of former kindness. But her reply was a shock to him, and, throwing down his pencil with the gesture of a man upon whom decision was forced, he rose to tower over her.
"You"ve been like a daughter to me. I"ve done all I knowed how fer you.
I"ve lived up to the best of my lights. An" I"ve loved you," he said, sonorously and pathetically. "You know what my hopes are--fer the boy--an" fer you.... We needn"t waste any more talk. From this minnit you"re free to do as you like. Whatever you do won"t make any change in my carin" fer you.... But you gotta decide. Will you marry Jack or not?"
"I promised you--I would. I"ll keep my word," replied Columbine, steadily.
"So far so good," went on the rancher. "I"m respectin" you fer what you say.... An" now, _when_ will you marry him?"
The little room drifted around in Columbine"s vague, blank sight. All seemed to be drifting. She had no solid anchor.
"Any--day you say--the sooner the--better," she whispered.
"Wal, la.s.s, I"m thankin" you," he replied, with voice that sounded afar to her. "An" I swear, if I didn"t believe it"s best fer Jack an" you, why I"d never let you marry.... So we"ll set the day. October first!
Thet"s the day you was fetched to me a baby--more"n seventeen years ago."
"October--first--then, dad," she said, brokenly, and she kissed him as if in token of what she knew she owed him. Then she went out, closing the door behind her.
Jack, upon seeing her, hastily got up, with more than concern in his pale face.
"Columbine!" he cried, hoa.r.s.ely. "How you look!... Tell me. What happened? Girl, don"t tell me you"ve--you"ve--"
"Jack Belllounds," interrupted Columbine, in tragic amaze at this truth about to issue from her lips, "I"ve promised to marry you--on October first."
He let out a shout of boyish exultation and suddenly clasped her in his arms. But there was nothing boyish in the way he handled her, in the almost savage evidence of possession. "Collie, I"m mad about you," he began, ardently. "You never let me tell you. And I"ve grown worse and worse. To-day I--when I saw you going down there--where that Wilson Moore is--I got terribly jealous. I was sick. I"d been glad to kill him!... It made me see how I loved you. Oh, I didn"t know. But now ...
Oh, I"m mad for you!" He crushed her to him, unmindful of her struggles; his face and neck were red; his eyes on fire. And he began trying to kiss her mouth, but failed, as she struggled desperately. His kisses fell upon cheek and ear and hair.
"Let me--go!" panted Columbine. "You"ve no--no--Oh, you might have waited." Breaking from him, she fled, and got inside her room with the door almost closed, when his foot intercepted it.
Belllounds was half laughing his exultation, half furious at her escape, and altogether beside himself.
"No," she replied, so violently that it appeared to awake him to the fact that there was some one besides himself to consider.
"Aw!" He heaved a deep sigh. "All right. I won"t try to get in. Only listen.... Collie, don"t mind my--my way of showing you how I felt. Fact is, I went plumb off my head. Is that any wonder, you--you darling--when I"ve been so scared you"d never have me? Collie, I"ve felt that you were the one thing in the world I wanted most and would never get. But now.... October first! Listen. I promise you I"ll not drink any more--nor gamble--nor nag dad for money. I don"t like his way of running the ranch, but I"ll do it, as long as he lives. I"ll even try to tolerate that club-footed cowboy"s bra.s.s in homesteading a ranch right under my nose. I"ll--I"ll do anything you ask of me."
"Then--please--go away!" cried Columbine, with a sob.
When he was gone Columbine barred the door and threw herself upon her bed to shut out the light and to give vent to her surcharged emotions.
She wept like a girl whose youth was ending; and after the paroxysm had pa.s.sed, leaving her weak and strangely changed, she tried to reason out what had happened to her. Over and over again she named the appeal of the rancher, the sense of her duty, the decision she had reached, and the disgust and terror inspired in her by Jack Belllounds"s reception of her promise. These were facts of the day and they had made of her a palpitating, unhappy creature, who nevertheless had been brave to face the rancher and confess that which she had scarce confessed to herself.