"Why? Dad thinks it"d be good for me," went on Belllounds, now, with strong, self-centered thought. "It"d give me responsibility. I reckon I need it. Why not soon?"
"Wouldn"t it be better to wait awhile?" she asked. "We do not know each other--let alone care--"
"Columbine, I"ve fallen in love with you." he declared, hotly.
"Oh, how could you!" cried Columbine, incredulously.
"Why, I always was moony over you--when we were kids," he said. "And now to meet you grown up like this--so pretty and sweet--such a--a healthy, blooming girl.... And dad"s word that you"d be my wife soon--_mine_--why, I just went off my head at sight of you."
Columbine looked up at him and was reminded of how, as a boy, he had always taken a quick, pa.s.sionate longing for things he must and would have. And his father had not denied him. It might really be that Jack had suddenly fallen in love with her.
"Would you want to take me without my--my love?" she asked, very low. "I don"t love you now. I might some time, if you were good--if you made dad happy--if you conquered--"
"Take you! I"d take you if you--if you hated me," he replied, now in the grip of pa.s.sion.
"I"ll tell dad how I feel," she said, faintly, "and--and marry you when he says."
He kissed her, would have embraced her had she not put him back.
"Don"t! Some--some one will see."
"Columbine, we"re engaged," he a.s.serted, with a laugh of possession.
"Say, you needn"t look so white and scared. I won"t eat you. But I"d like to.... Oh, you"re a sweet girl! Here I was hating to come home. And look at my luck!"
Then with a sudden change, that seemed significant of his character, he lost his ardor, dropped the half-bold, half-masterful air, and showed the softer side.
"Collie, I never was any good," he said. "But I want to be better. I"ll prove it. I"ll make a clean breast of everything. I won"t marry you with any secret between us. You might find out afterward and hate me.... Do you have any idea where I"ve been these last three years?"
"No," answered Columbine.
"I"ll tell you right now. But you must promise never to mention it to any one--or throw it up to me--ever."
He spoke hoa.r.s.ely, and had grown quite white. Suddenly Columbine thought of Wilson Moore! He had known where Jack had spent those years. He had resisted a strong temptation to tell her. That was as n.o.ble in him as the implication of Jack"s whereabouts had been base.
"Jack, that is big of you," she replied, hurriedly. "I respect you--like you for it. But you needn"t tell me. I"d rather you didn"t. I"ll take the will for the deed."
Belllounds evidently experienced a poignant shock of amaze, of relief, of wonder, of grat.i.tude. In an instant he seemed transformed.
"Collie, if I hadn"t loved you before I"d love you now. That was going to be the hardest job I ever had--to tell you my--my story. I meant it.
And now I"ll not have to feel your shame for me and I"ll not feel I"m a cheat or a liar.... But I will tell you this--if you love me you"ll make a man of me!"
CHAPTER III
The rancher thought it best to wait till after the round-up before he turned over the foremanship to his son. This was wise, but Jack did not see it that way. He showed that his old, intolerant spirit had, if anything, grown during his absence. Belllounds patiently argued with him, explaining what certainly should have been clear to a young man brought up in Colorado. The fall round-up was the most important time of the year, and during the strenuous drive the appointed foreman should have absolute control. Jack gave in finally with a bad grace.
It was unfortunate that he went directly from his father"s presence out to the corrals. Some of the cowboys who had ridden all the day before and stood guard all night had just come in. They were begrimed with dust, weary, and sleepy-eyed.
"This hyar outfit won"t see my tracks no more," said one, disgustedly.
"I never kicked on doin" two men"s work. But when it comes to rustlin"
day and night, all the time, I"m a-goin" to pa.s.s."
"Turn in, boys, and sleep till we get back with the chuck-wagon," said Wilson Moore. "We"ll clean up that bunch to-day."
"Ain"t you tired, Wils?" queried Bludsoe, a squat, bow-legged cowpuncher who appeared to be crippled or very lame.
"Me? Naw!" grunted Moore, derisively. "Blud, you sure ask fool questions.... Why, you--mahogany-colored, stump-legged, biped of a cowpuncher, I"ve had three hours" sleep in four nights!"
"What"s a biped?" asked Bludsoe, dubiously.
n.o.body enlightened him.
"Wils, you-all air the only eddicated cowman I ever loved, but I"m a son-of-a-gun if we ain"t agoin" to come to blows some day,"
declared Bludsoe.
"He sh.o.r.e can sling English," drawled Lem Billings. "I reckon he swallowed a dictionary onct."
"Wal, he can sling a rope, too, an" thet evens up," added Jim Montana.
Just at this moment Jack Belllounds appeared upon the scene. The cowboys took no notice of him. Jim was bandaging a leg of his horse; Bludsoe was wearily gathering up his saddle and trappings; Lem was giving his tired mustang a parting slap that meant much. Moore evidently awaited a fresh mount. A Mexican lad had come in out of the pasture leading several horses, one of which was the mottled white mustang that Moore rode most of the time.
Belllounds lounged forward with interest as Moore whistled, and the mustang showed his pleasure. Manifestly he did not like the Mexican boy and he did like Moore.
"Spottie, it"s drag yearlings around for you to-day," said the cowboy, as he caught the mustang. Spottie tossed his head and stepped high until the bridle was on. When the saddle was thrown and strapped in place the mustang showed to advantage. He was beautiful, but not too graceful or sleek or fine-pointed or prancing to prejudice any cowboy against his qualities for work.
Jack Belllounds admiringly walked all around the mustang a little too close to please Spottie.
"Moore, he"s a fair-to-middling horse," said Belllounds, with the air of judge of horseflesh. "What"s his name?"
"Spottie," replied Moore, shortly, as he made ready to mount.
"Hold on, will you!" ordered Jack, peremptorily. "I like this horse. I want to look him over."
When he grasped the bridle-reins out of the cowboy"s hand Spottie jumped as if he had been shot at. Belllounds jerked at him and went closer. The mustang reared, snorting, plunging to get loose. Then Jack Belllounds showed the sudden temper for which he was noted. Red stained his pale cheeks.
"d.a.m.n you--come down!" he shouted, infuriated at the mustang, and with both hands he gave a powerful lunge. Spottie came down, and stood there, trembling all over, his ears laid back, his eyes showing fright and pain. Blood dripped from his mouth where the bit had cut him.
"I"ll teach you to stand," said Belllounds, darkly. "Moore, lend me your spurs. I want to try him out."
"I don"t lend my spurs--or my horse, either," replied the cowboy, quietly, with a stride that put him within reach of Spottie.
The other cowboys had dropped their trappings and stood at attention, with intent gaze and mute lips.
"Is he your horse?" demanded Jack, with a quick flush.
"I reckon so," replied Moore, slowly. "No one but me ever rode him."
"Does my father own him or do you own him?"