"She and the man are together constantly. The other day I was in Joseph c.u.mberland"s room and we heard whistling outside. The face of the old man lighted, "They are together again," he said. "How do you guess at that?" I asked. "By the sound of his whistling," he answered. "For he whistles as if he expected an answer--as if he were talking with someone." And by the Lord, the old man was right. It would never have occurred to me!
"Now as I started down the farther slope of a hill a whistling sound ran upon me through the wind, and looking back I saw a horseman galloping with great swiftness along the line of the crest, very plainly outlined by the sky, and by something of smoothness in the running of the horse I knew that it was Barry and his black stallion. But the whistling--the music! Dear G.o.d, man, have you read of the pipes of Pan? That night I heard them and it made a riot in my heart.
"He was gone, suddenly, and the whistling went out like a light, but something had happened inside me--the first beginning of this process of internal change. The ground no longer seemed so dark. There were earth smells--very friendly--I heard some little creature chirruping contentedly to itself. Something hummed--a gra.s.shopper, perhaps. And then I looked up to the stars. There was not a name I could think of--I forgot them all, and for the first time I was contented to look at them and wonder at their beauty without an attempt at a.n.a.lysis or labelling.
"If I say that I went back to the ranch-house with my feet on the ground and by heart up there among the stars, will you understand?
"I found the girl sewing in front of the fire in the living room.
Simply looked up to me with a smile, and a certain dimness about the eyes--well, my breath stopped.
""Kate," said I, "I am going away to-morrow morning!"
""And leave Dad?" said she.
""To tell you the truth," I answered, "there is nothing I can do for him. There has never been anything I could do for him."
""I am sorry," said she, and lifted up her eyes to me.
"Now, I had begun by being stiff with her, but the ringing of that whistling--pipes of Pan, you know--was in my ears. I took a chair beside her. Something overflowed in my heart. For the first time in whole days I could look on her beauty without pain.
""Do you know why I"m going?" I asked.
"She waited.
""Because," said I, and smiled right into her face, "I love you, Kate, most infernally; and I know perfectly well that I will get never the devil a bit of good out of it."
"She peered at me. "You aren"t jesting?" says she. "No, you"re serious.
I"m very sorry, Doctor Byrne."
""And I," I answered, "am glad. I wouldn"t change it for the world. For once in my life--to-night--I"ve forgotten myself. No, I won"t go away and nurse a broken heart, but I"ll think of you as a man should think of something bright and above him. You"ll keep my heart warm, Kate, till I"m a very old man. Because of you, I"ll be able to love some other girl--and a fine one, by the Lord!"
"Something in the nature of an outburst, eh? But it was the music which had done it. All the time it rang and echoed through my ears. My words were only an echo of it. I was in tune with the universe. I was living for the first time. The girl dropped her sewing--tossed it aside. She came over to me and took my hands in a way that would have warmed even the icicles of your heart, Swinnerton.
""Doctor," says she, "I know that you are going to be very happy."
""Happiness," said I, "is a trick, like riding a horse. And I think that I"ve learned the trick. I"ve caught it from you and from Barry."
"At that, she let go my hands and stepped back. The very devil is in these women, Swinnerton. You never can place them for a minute at a time.
""I am trying to learn myself," she said, and there was a shadow of wistfulness in her eyes.
"In another moment I should have made a complete fool of myself, but I remembered in time and got out of the room. To-morrow I start back for the old world but I warn you beforehand, my dear fellow, that I"m bringing something of the new world with me.
"What has it all brought to me? I am sad one day and gay the next. But at least I know that thinking is not life and now I"m ready to fight.
"Randall Byrne."
CHAPTER x.x.xVII
THE PIEBALD
The morning of the doctor"s departure witnessed quite a ceremony at the c.u.mberland ranch, for old Joe c.u.mberland insisted that he be brought down from his room to his old place in the living-room. When he attempted to rise from his bed, however, he found that he could not stand; and big Buck Daniels lifted the old man like a child and carried him down the stairs. Once ensconced on the sofa in the living-room Joe c.u.mberland beckoned his daughter close to him, and whispered with a smile as she leaned over: "Here"s what comes of pretendin", Kate. I been pretending to be too sick to walk, and now I _can"t_ walk; and if I"d pretended to be well, I"d be ridin" Satan right now!"
He looked about him.
"Where"s Dan?" he asked.
"Upstairs getting ready for the trip."
"Trip?"
"He"s riding with Doctor Byrne to town and he"ll bring back Doctor Byrne"s horse."
The old man grew instantly anxious.
"They"s a lot of things can happen on a long trip like that, Kate."
She nodded gravely.
"But we have to try him," she said. "We can"t keep him here at the ranch all the time. And if he really cares, Dad, he"ll come back."
"And you let him go of your own free will?" asked Joe c.u.mberland, wonderingly.
"I asked him to go," she answered quietly, but some of the colour left her face.
"Of course it"s going to come out all right," nodded her father.
"I asked him when he"d be back, and he said he would be here by dark to-night."
The old man sighed with relief.
"He don"t never slip up on promises," he said. "But oh, la.s.s, I"ll be glad when he"s back again! Buck, how"d you and Dan come along together?"
"We don"t come," answered Buck gloomily. "I tried to shake hands with him yesterday and call it quits. But he wouldn"t touch me. He jest leaned back and smiled at me and hated me with his eyes, that way he has. He don"t even look at me except when he has to, and when he does I feel like someone was sneaking up behind me with a knife ready. And he ain"t said ten words to me since I come back." He paused and considered Kate with the same dark, lowering glance. "To-morrow I leave."
"You"ll think better of that," nodded Joe c.u.mberland. "Here"s the doctor now."
He came in with Dan Barry behind him. A changed man was the doctor. He was a good two inches taller because he stood so much more erect, and there was a little spring in his step which gave aspiration and spirit to his carriage. He bade them good-bye one by one, and by Joe c.u.mberland he sat down for an instant and wished him luck. The old ranchman drew the other down closer.
"They"s no luck for me," he whispered, "but don"t tell none of "em. I"m about to take a longer trip than you"ll ride to-day. But first I"ll see "em settled down here--Dan quiet and both of "em happy. S"long, doc--thanks for takin" care of me. But this here is something that can"t be beat no way. Too many years"ll break the back of any man, doc. Luck to ye!"
"If you"ll step to the door," said the doctor, smiling upon the rest, "you"ll have some fun to watch. I"m going to ride on the piebald."
"Him that throwed you yesterday?" grinned Buck Daniels.