Jealousy and pain, following his frenzy, abided with him long hours, and when they pa.s.sed he divined that selfishness pa.s.sed with them. What he suffered then was for Fay Larkin and for her sisters in misfortune. He grew big enough to pity these fanatics. The fiery, racing tide of blood that had made of him only an animal had cooled with thought of others.
Still he feared that stultifying thing which must have been hate. What a tempest had raged within him! This blood of his, that had received a stronger strain from his desert life, might in a single moment flood out reason and intellect and make him a vengeful man. So in those starlit hours that dragged interminably he looked deep into his heart and tried to fortify himself against a dark and evil moment to come.
Midnight--and the valley seemed a tomb! Did he alone keep wakeful? The sky was a darker blue, the stars burned a whiter fire, the peaks stood looming and vast, tranquil sentinels of that valley, and the wind rose to sigh, to breathe, to mourn through the cedars. It was a sad music.
The Indian lay p.r.o.ne, dark face to the stars. Joe Lake lay p.r.o.ne, sleeping as quietly, with his dark face exposed to the starlight. The gentle movement of the cedar branches changed the shape of the bright patches on the gra.s.s where shadow and light met. The walls of the valley waved upward, dark below and growing paler, to shine faintly at the rounded rims. And there was a tiny, silvery tinkle of running water over stones.
Here was a little nook of the vast world. Here were tranquillity, beauty, music, loneliness, life. Shefford wondered--did he alone keep watchful? Did he feel that he could see dark, wide eyes peering into the gloom? And it came to him after a time that he was not alone in his vigil, nor was Fay Larkin alone in her agony. There was some one else in the valley, a great and breathing and watchful spirit. It entered into Shefford"s soul and he trembled. What had come to him? And he answered--only added pain and new love, and a strange strength from the firmament and the peaks and the silence and the shadows.
The bright belt with its three radiant stars sank behind the western wall and there was a paler gloom upon the valley.
Then a few lights twinkled in the darkness that enveloped the cabins; a woman"s laugh strangely broke the silence, profaning it, giving the lie to that somber yoke which seemed to consist of the very shadows; the voices of men were heard, and then the slow clip-clop of trotting horses on the hard trail.
Shefford saw the Mormons file out into the paling starlight, ride down the valley, and vanish in the gray gloom. He was aware that the Indian sat up to watch the procession ride by, and that Joe turned over, as if disturbed.
One by one the stars went out. The valley became a place of gray shadows. In the east a light glowed. Shefford sat there, haggard and worn, watching the coming of the dawn, the kindling of the light; and had the power been his the dawn would never have broken and the rose and gold never have tipped the lofty peaks.
Shefford attended to his camp ch.o.r.es as usual. Several times he was aware of Joe"s close scrutiny, and finally, without looking at him, Shefford told of the visit of the Mormons. A violent expulsion of breath was Joe"s answer and it might have been a curse. Straightway Joe ceased his cheery whistling and became as somber as the Indian. The camp was silent; the men did not look at one another. While they sat at breakfast Shefford"s back was turned toward the village--he had not looked in that direction since dawn.
"Ugh!" suddenly exclaimed Nas Ta Bega.
Joe Lake muttered low and deep, and this time there was no mistake about the nature of his speech. Shefford did not have the courage to turn to see what had caused these exclamations. He knew since today had dawned that there was calamity in the air.
"Shefford, I reckon if I know women there"s a little h.e.l.l coming to you," said the Mormon, significantly.
Shefford wheeled as if a powerful force had turned him on a pivot. He saw Fay Larkin. She seemed to be almost running. She was unhooded and her bright hair streamed down. Her swift, lithe action was without its usual grace. She looked wild, and she almost fell crossing the stepping-stones of the brook.
Joe hurried to meet her, took hold of her arm and spoke, but she did not seem to hear him. She drew him along with her, up the little bench under the cedars straight toward Shefford. Her face held a white, mute agony, as if in the hour of strife it had hardened into marble. But her eyes were dark-purple fire--windows of an extraordinarily intense and vital life. In one night the girl had become a woman. But the blight Shefford had dreaded to see--the withering of the exquisite soul and spirit and purity he had considered inevitable, just as inevitable as the death of something similar in the flower she resembled, when it was broken and defiled--nothing of this was manifest in her. Straight and swiftly she came to him back in the shade of the cedars and took hold of his hands.
"Last night--HE CAME!" she said.
"Yes--Fay--I--I know," replied Shefford, haltingly.
He was tremblingly conscious of amaze at her--of something wonderful in her. She did not heed Joe, who stepped aside a little; she did not see Nas Ta Bega, who sat motionless on a log, apparently oblivious to her presence.
"You knew he came?"
"Yes, Fay. I was awake when--they rode in. I watched them. I sat up all night. I saw them ride away."
"If you knew when he came why didn"t you run to me--to get to me before he did?"
Her question was unanswerable. It had the force of a blow. It stunned him. Its sharp, frank directness sprang from a simplicity and a strength that had not been nurtured in the life he had lived. So far men had wandered from truth and nature!
"I came to you as soon as I was able," she went on. "I must have fainted. I just had to drag myself around.... And now I can tell you."
He was powerless to reply, as if she had put another unanswerable question. What did she mean to tell him? What might she not tell him?
She loosed her hands from his and lifted them to his shoulders, and that was the first conscious action of feeling, of intimacy, which she had ever shown. It quite robbed Shefford of strength, and in spite of his sorrow there was an indefinable thrill in her touch. He looked at her, saw the white-and-gold beauty that was hers yesterday and seemed changed to-day, and he recognized Fay Larkin in a woman he did not know.
"Listen! He came--"
"Fay, don"t--tell me," interrupted Shefford.
"I WILL tell you," she said.
Did the instinct of love teach her how to mitigate his pain? Shefford felt that, as he felt the new-born strength in her.
"Listen," she went on. "He came when I was undressing for bed. I heard the horse. He knocked on the door. Something terrible happened to me then. I felt sick and my head wasn"t clear. I remember next--his being in the room--the lamp was out--I couldn"t see very well. He thought I was sick and he gave me a drink and let the air blow in on me through the window. I remember I lay back in the chair and I thought. And I listened. When would you come? I didn"t feel that you could leave me there alone with him. For his coming was different this time. That pain like a blade in my side!... When it came I was not the same. I loved you. I understood then. I belonged to you. I couldn"t let him touch me.
I had never been his wife. When I realized this--that he was there, that you might suffer for it--I cried right out.
"He thought I was sick. He worked over me. He gave me medicine. And then he prayed. I saw him, in the dark, on his knees, praying for me. That seemed strange. Yet he was kind, so kind that I begged him to let me go.
I was not a Mormon. I couldn"t marry him. I begged him to let me go.
"Then he thought I had been deceiving him. He fell into a fury. He talked for a long time. He called upon G.o.d to visit my sins upon me. He tried to make me pray. But I wouldn"t. And then I fought him. I"d have screamed for you had he not smothered me. I got weak.... And you never came. I know I thought you would come. But you didn"t. Then I--I gave out. And after--some time--I must have fainted."
"Fay! For Heaven"s sake, how could I come to you?" burst out Shefford, hoa.r.s.e and white with remorse, pa.s.sion, pain.
"If I"m any man"s wife I"m yours. It"s a thing you FEEL, isn"t it? I know that now.... But I want to know what to do?"
"Fay!" he cried, huskily.
"I"m sick of it all. If it weren"t for you I"d climb the wall and throw myself off. That would be easy for me. I"d love to die that way. All my life I"ve been high up on the walls. To fall would be nothing!"
"Oh, you mustn"t talk like that!"
"Do you love me?" she asked, with a low and deathless sweetness.
"Love you? With all my heart! Nothing can change that!"
"Do you want me--as you used to want the Fay Larkin lost in Surprise Valley? Do you love me that way? I understand things better than before, but still--not all. I AM Fay Larkin. I think I must have dreamed of you all my life. I was glad when you came here. I"ve been happy lately. I forgot--till last night. Maybe it needed that to make me see I"ve loved you all the time.... And I fought him like a wildcat!... Tell me the truth. I feel I"m yours. Is that true? If I"m not--I"ll not live another hour. Something holds me up. I am the same.... Do you want me?"
"Yes, Fay Larkin, I want you," replied Shefford, steadily, with his grip on her arms.
"Then take me away. I don"t want to live here another hour."
"Fay, I"ll take you. But it can"t be done at once. We must plan. I need help. There are La.s.siter and Jane to get out of Surprise Valley. Give me time, dear--give me time. It"ll be a hard job. And we must plan so we can positively get away. Give me time, Fay."
"Suppose HE comes back?" she queried, with a singular depth of voice.
"We"ll have to risk that," replied Shefford, miserably. "But--he won"t come soon."
"He said he would," she flashed.
Shefford seemed to freeze inwardly with her words. Love had made her a woman and now the woman in her was speaking. She saw the truth as he could not see it. And the truth was nature. She had been hidden all her life from the world, from knowledge as he had it, yet when love betrayed her womanhood to her she acquired all its subtlety.
"If I wait and he DOES come will you keep me from him?" she asked.
"How can I? I"m staking all on the chance of his not coming soon. ...
But, Fay, if he DOES come and I don"t give up our secret--how on earth can I keep you from him?" demanded Shefford.