When the evangelist emerged and, after a sojourn in front of the hearth, joined the family at table, Lancaster pined to ask him what he thought of their braving the elements foolishly. Not that the section-boss esteemed his aged guest. On the contrary, Dallas" evident interest in the stranger had stirred the unnatural jealousy in her father"s wizen brain. Already, he hated David Bond, and had set him down for a crank. But Dallas needed a lesson. It was all very well for her to do the outside duties as if she were a man; that did not privilege her to ride roughshod over his opinions, or to rule affairs in general with a heavy hand. However, he found no opportunity for questions. She, reading impatience and mutiny in her father"s every glance, kept up throughout the meal an unwonted flow of talk.
"Dad," she said, covering his plate with a crisp hot-cake for the dozenth time, "I haven"t told Mr. Bond all about the claim--all the reasons why we want him to take you to Bismarck;"--the section-boss grunted at the "we"--"so you please tell him as you"re going along. And don"t let your coat get unb.u.t.toned, or your ears froze. I heated some big rocks for the bottom of the sleigh and some little ones for your pockets. You"ll both weigh so much that Shadrach can"t run away if he wants to, and you can"t fall out into a drift."
Not a word from the others checked her cheery stream of comment.
However, breakfast past, and Dallas in the lean-to, David Bond managed to make a declaration. It was when he saw Lancaster take down the Sharps from its pegs by the mantel. "That should stay behind," he said, touching the rifle. "We are leaving your helpless girls alone. At least they should have something for defence."
Lancaster instantly agreed, observing to himself that the evangelist, after all, had some common sense. "Sh.o.r.e," he replied, "Ah"ll put th"
gun back an" we"ll take yourn."
But he was corrected with severity. "I carry no weapons, sir," said David Bond. "I stand for peace."
"Then th" gun goes," declared the section-boss. "The gals was alone before "thout it. They was no snow on th" groun" then, an" a heap more chance of someone comin". They ain"t no danger. An" ef Ah take th" gun, mebbe Ah c"n git a deer on th" way back. We need th" meat."
The evangelist considered a moment. "Very well," he said; "but I would advise differently."
"Aw, shucks!" retorted the other, struggling with his coat.
A moment later, his irritation was increased. At the same time the visitor unknowingly covered himself forever with suspicion. Through the frosty air and the darkness rang out the first trumpet blast from Brannon. And, as if totally unconscious of the action, David Bond reached up and bared his head.
"I love that summons," he said; "it bids our good lads wake and do their duty."
Lancaster was not unmindful of the courtesy due a guest. But any reference to patriotism was offensive, and he had been particularly provoked. So, behind the broad shoulders of the other he disdainfully turned up his nose.
They were off at last, with Marylyn watching them from a window, and Dallas walking alongside for a few rods to say good-by and to pat Shadrach"s bony, white flanks encouragingly. Morning was stealing up the dun east, yet overhead the stars were shining. And their near radiance, reflected upon the snow, coupled with the light of the slowly growing dawn, made it possible for the girls to follow the travellers" straight course for miles. But long after Marylyn left the window, the elder girl remained outside. The dun of the east was painted out with uprushing waves of pink. The stars sank back into the heavens, grew smaller and dimmer, and, one by one, disappeared. Finally, a yellow rind, haloed in mist, was thrust above the level of the prairie. As Dallas greeted it, the distant ridge of a snow-drift, rose-tinged like the sky, hid the crawling speck that was the pung.
On his arrival behind David Bond, Nick Matthews had found that full pockets were plentiful among the soldiery, and had promptly gone about emptying them. Soon after entering The Trooper"s Delight, he sat down to a chip-piled table. His quarry surrounded him. And there he stayed throughout the long night, wide-awake, sharp-witted, unwearied, adding to his heap of coloured discs honestly and otherwise. Not until reveille, a clarion warning, sent his fellow-players scurrying back across the river, did he put his cards one side and throw himself down.
For, though a confirmed night-hawk, he needed a short nap to prepare for some business that lay before him.
"Babe," a direct contrast to his brother, being thick-necked, stumpy and dark, had not failed to garner his share of the rich harvest. From his station behind the long counter, which was made of four heavy planks supported on barrels at either end, he had poured strange mixtures into beer mugs and exchanged them for good government coin. When he was not performing his part as bartender, he was sc.r.a.ping illy timed tunes upon a fiddle.
It was he who was left in charge when, shortly after noon, his brother awoke, swallowed some whisky and armed himself with a brace of pistols.
Then, with no word to the few loungers in the saloon, the latter set out, following the road that led up the river to the ferry-landing. At the cut, he climbed the bank at a leisurely pace and continued his way eastward, making straight across the snow toward the squat shack of the Lancasters.
His approach was instantly marked. Marylyn was once more at her post, studying the square of landscape framed by a window. When he made a quick figure on that landscape, she saw him, and called to Dallas.
"Here"s someone coming," she announced, inwardly glad at the possibility of diversion.
Dallas hurriedly joined her. "Who can it be?" she asked.
The door was unbolted, the other window not fastened. Yet so far were her thoughts from molestation that she left them so.
"Going to ask him in?" questioned Marylyn.
"Not till I find out who he is."
They fell silent, conjecturing.
When Matthews reached the drift before the shack, he halted and signalled for them to open their window. That att.i.tude toward them--clearly he did not expect a welcome--at once roused Dallas"
suspicion.
"Marylyn," she said, making as if to obey their visitor, "draw the bolt of the door."
The younger girl, quick to be alarmed, instantly did as she was told, and Dallas then shoved the sash aside. Both girls looked from the opening.
With all Matthews" hostile intent, it must be said that the moment found him disconcerted. He had learned on arriving that the section-boss had two daughters. The news did not alter his determination one whit. Had anyone suggested such a thing, he would have been moved to laughter. But now he noted the prettiness of the younger girl, and a certain conceited desire to appear chivalrous, which had earned him the t.i.tle of "Lady-Killer" among his a.s.sociates, made him involuntarily spruce. He smiled ingratiatingly, and prepared to launch into flowery speech when--he met Dallas" grave, steady eyes, and suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
"How d" do, Miss?" he said at last.
"How d" y" do?" she returned. In spite of herself her voice trembled.
That did not escape Matthews. He shamed his momentary embarra.s.sment and resolutely grappled the matter that had brought him. "I want t" see your old man," he said. It was a demand.
"Dad can"t see you to-day," she answered with ready caution. She thought it best to keep from him, whoever he was, the knowledge of her father"s absence.
"Huh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Matthews, in an ugly tone. He came a few paces nearer.
"I got t" see him, jus" th" same."
"But you can"t."
"Ain"t he t" home?"
Marylyn pressed close to her sister. "Tell him yes," she begged nervously.
Dallas hesitated. Then she answered. "He"s not home. Will you please come again--some other time?"
The gambler chuckled. "My _dear_ young lady," he said, his tone the extreme of insolence, "I can"t come no other time. Th" business I got t"
do has got t" be done t"-day. I might as well tell you that my name"s Matthews--Nick Matthews. This claim you"re on is mine, an" I mean t"
have it. What"s more, I mean t" have it t"-day."
"Ah!" Dallas was thinking fast. At her shoulder, aware all at once that they were in danger, was Marylyn, clinging in pitiful terror.
"_Yes_," added Matthews, as if that clinched the matter.
Dallas looked at him without speaking.
"I jus" come from Dodge City," he went on. "My intention is t" live on my land all winter. I"m _very_ sorry"--this ironically--"your old man took th" trouble to build on it. He ought t" inquired about th" claim before he done that. But--long"s it"s all one with _my_ plans fer improvin"--I don"t see"s I ought t" _kick_." He chuckled again, and spat.
"I know, and so does dad," said Dallas, "that a man filed upon this quarter-section in July. We didn"t find it out, though, till long after we built this house. We know his six months is almost up, too. But if you"re him, and even if you"ve got back only a few hours before it"s up, I"m willing, and I think dad"ll be, for you to have the claim. But you must pay for what we"ve done on it."
"_I_ never ast y" t" do anything on it."
"That"s so. But the law says----"
"Aw, th" law be d.a.m.ned! I don"t pay a cent!"
"Then I know dad won"t leave."