Something prompted him that Jake was to be the central figure, the prime mover. But beyond that his ideas were vague. The man"s very summons at the door was a positive aggravation, and suggested possibilities.
An answer came with the abrupt opening of the stable door, which revealed the lithe figure of the dusky half-breed, framed in a setting of dingy yellow light from the lantern within. He could see the insolent, upward stare of the man"s eyes as he looked up into the great man"s face; nor at that moment could he help thinking of all he had heard of "Tough" McCulloch. And the recollection brought him a further feeling of uneasiness for the man who had thus come to beard him in his own den.
But even while these thoughts pa.s.sed swiftly through his brain the bullying, hectoring tones of Jake"s voice came to him. They were unnecessarily loud, and there was a thickness in them which corroborated the evidence of his uneven gait. Jake had certainly been priming himself with spirit.
"Where was you last night, Anton?" he heard him ask.
"An" wher" should I be, Mr. Jake?" came the half-breed"s sullen retort.
"That ain"t no answer," the other cried, in a vicious tone.
The half-breed shrugged with apparent indifference, only there was no indifference in the resentful flash of his eyes.
"I not answer to you," he said, in his broken way, throwing as much insolence as he could into his words.
Jake"s fury needed no urging; the spirit had wound him up to the proper pitch.
"You black son-of-a----," he cried, "you shall answer to me. For two pins I"d wring your blasted neck, only I"m savin" that fer the rope.
I"ll tell you wher" you was last night. You wer" out. Out with the horses. D"you hear? And you weren"t at the Breed camp neither. I know wher" you was."
"Guess you shoot your mouth off," Anton said, with dangerous calmness.
"Bah! I tell you I stay right hyar. I not out. You mad! Voila!"
Suddenly Jake"s hand went up as though to strike the man, but the blow did not fall. His arm dropped to his side again; for once caution saved him. Tresler felt that had the blow fallen there might perhaps have been a sudden and desperate end to the scene. As it was he listened to Jake"s final words, with every nerve throbbing.
"You lie, you black son-of-a----; you lie!"
And then he saw him swing round on his heel and stride away to the rancher"s house, as if he could no longer control himself and sought safety in flight.
For the moment the watcher was so interested in the half-breed that he lost the significance of the foreman"s going. Anton was still standing in the doorway, and the expression of his face was plainly visible in the lamplight. There was a saturnine grin about the lower part of the features, but the black eyes were blazing with a deep fire of hatred.
He looked after the departing man until he reached the verandah, then suddenly, as though an inspiration had moved him, he vanished at a run within the stable.
Now Tresler became aware of Jake"s object. He had mounted the verandah and was making for the door of the house. And this sight moved him to immediate action. Without a second thought he set off at a run to warn Diane of the visit. Why he wished to warn her he did not know.
Perhaps it was the result of premonition, for he knew quite well that it was Jake"s custom to wait on his chief at about this time in the evening.
He skirted the house well out of range of the light of its windows, and came to the kitchen just in time to hear the blind man calling to his daughter for a light. And when Diane returned from obeying the order she found him waiting for her. Her first feeling was one of apprehension, then love overcame her fears and she ran to him.
"Jack!" she whispered softly. "You here?"
He folded her in a bear-like embrace, and as she raised her face to him to speak he stopped her with a rain of kisses. The joy of the moment had driven the object of his coming from his head, and they stood heart to heart, lost in their mutual happiness, until Jake"s voice, raised in bitter imprecation, reached them from the office.
Then Tresler abruptly put her from him.
"I had forgotten, dear," he said, in a whisper. "No, don"t close that door." Diane had moved over to the door leading into the dining-room.
"Leave it open. It is on that account I am here."
"On what account?" the girl asked, in some perplexity.
"Jake. There"s something up, and--hark!"
They stood listening. The foreman"s voice was raised again. But now Marbolt"s broke in, sharp, incisive. And the words were plainly audible.
"Keep your voice down," he said. "D"you want the girl to hear everything? You were always a blunderer, Jake."
"Blunderer be ----" But he nevertheless lowered his tone, for the listeners could distinguish nothing more.
"He"s up to some devil"s work," Tresler whispered, after making sure they could hear no more. "Danny," he went on eagerly, "I must slip into the hall and try and hear what"s going on. I must be ready to----Listen! He"s cursing again. Wait here. Not a sound; not a word!
There"s going to be trouble."
And his a.s.sertion seemed to have reason enough, for the rancher"s sharp tones were now mingling with the harsher note of the other, and both had raised their voices again. Tresler waited for nothing now. He tiptoed to the door and stood listening. Then he crept silently out into the hall and stole along toward the blind man"s office. He paused as he drew near the open door, and glanced round for some hiding-place whence he could see within. The hall was unlit, and only the faintest light reached it from the office. There was a long, heavy overcoat hanging on the opposite wall, almost directly in front of the door, and he made for it, crossing the hall in the darkest part, and sidling along in the shadow until he reached it. Here he drew it in front of him, so that he only elongated its outline and yet obtained a full view of the room.
Jake was not visible. And Tresler concluded that he was sitting in the chair which he knew to be behind the door. But the blind man was almost directly in front of him. He was seated beside the small window table on which the lamp stood, a safety lamp, especially reserved for his use on account of his blindness. His ruddy eyes were staring in the direction in which Tresler believed Jake to be sitting, and such was the effect of that intent stare that the watching man drew well within his cover, as though he feared the sightless sockets would penetrate his hiding-place.
But even from this vantage ground he found his purpose thwarted. Jake was talking, but his voice was so low that it only reached him in a thick growl which blurred his words into a hazy murmur. Therefore he fixed his attention on the man facing him, watching, and seeking information from his expression and general att.i.tude.
And what he beheld riveted his attention. Whatever control the blind man had over himself--and Tresler had reason to know what wonderful control he had--his expression was quite unguarded now. There was a devilish cruelty in every line in his hard, unyielding features.
His sanguinary eyes were burning with a curiously real live light--probably the reflection of the lamp on the table--and his habitually knit brows were scowling to an extent that the eyes beneath them looked like sparks of living fire. And though he was lounging comfortably back in his chair, without energy, without alertness, and one arm was resting on the table at his side, and his outstretched fingers were indolently drumming out a tattoo on the bare wood, his breath was coming short and fast, in a manner that belied his att.i.tude.
Had Tresler only seen behind the door he would have been startled, even alarmed. The inflamed Jake was oblivious to everything but his own purpose. His mind was set on the object of his talk, to the exclusion of all else. Just then he had not the slightest fear of the blind man. There was nothing of the submission about him now that he had displayed once before in Tresler"s presence. It was the spirit he had imbibed that had fortified him for the time. It is probable that Jake, at that moment, had no fear of either man or devil.
And, though Tresler could not distinguish a word, his talk was braggart, domineering, and there was a strong flavor of drink in its composition. But even so, there was a relentless purpose in it, too.
"Ther" ain"t no option fer you, Marbolt," Jake was saying. "You"ve never given me an option, and I"m not goin" to be such a blazing fool as to give you one. G.o.d A"mighty, Marbolt, ther" never was a man treated as I"ve been by you. We"ve been together fer donkey"s years, I guess. "Way back in them old days, when we was mates, before you was blind, before you was cranked against "most everybody, when we sc.r.a.pped agin them black-backs in the Indies side by side, when we quarreled an" made friends again, I liked you, Marbolt, an" I worked honest by you. There wa"n"t nothin" mean to you, then, "cep" in handin" out dollars. I hadn"t no kick comin" those days. I worked fer so much, an" I see I got it. I didn"t ask no more, an" I guess I didn"t want. That"s all right. Then you got blind an" you changed round. That"s where the rub come. I was no better than the rest to you. You fergot everything that had gone. You fergot I was a square dealin" man by you, an" since that time I"ve been dirt under your feet. Pshaw! it ain"t no use in talkin"; you know these things just as well as I do. But you might have given me a show. You might have treated me "white." It was to your interest. I"d have stayed by you.
I"d have done good by you. An" I"d have been real sorry when you died.
But I ain"t no use fer that sort o" thing now. What I want I"m goin"
to have, an" you"ve got to give--see? It ain"t a question of "by-your-leave" now. I say right here I want your gal."
The man paused. But Marbolt remained undisturbed. He still beat an idle tattoo on the table, only his hand had drawn nearer to the lamp and the steady rapping of his fingers was a shade louder, as though more nervous force were unconsciously finding outlet in the movement.
"So you want my girl," he said, his lips scarcely parting to let the tone of his voice pa.s.s.
"Ay," Jake said emphatically, "I want that gal as I took out o" the water once. You remember. You said she"d fell overboard, after I"d hauled her back on to the ship out o" reach o" the sharks. That"s what you said--after."
He paused significantly. If he had expected any display from his hearer he must have been disappointed. The other remained quite still except for those moving fingers tapping their way nearer and nearer the lamp.
"Go on."
"Wal, I"ve told you how I stand, an" I"ve told you how you stand,"
Jake proceeded, with his voice ever so little raised. He felt that the other was too easy. And, in his unimaginative way, he thought he had spoken too gently. "An" I say again I want that gal fer my wife. Time was when you would have been glad to be quit of her, "bout the time she fell overboard. Being ready to part then, why not now? I"m goin"
to get her,--an" what do I pay in return? You know. You"ll go on ranchin" in peace. I"ll even stay your foreman if you so want. I"ll shut right down on the business we both know of, an" you won"t have nothin" to fear. It"s a fair an" square deal."
"A fair and square deal; most generous."
Even Jake detected the sarcasm, and his anger rose at once. But he gave no heed to those fingers which had now transferred their attention to the bra.s.s body of the lamp.
"I"m waitin" fer your answer," he said sharply.
Tresler now heard his words for the first time.
"Go slow, Jake, go slow," retorted the rancher. "I like to digest the position thoroughly. You put it so well."