"No, Polly, but the fact is--that speculation isn"t turning out so well, after all."
The disappointed girl turned sadly away, and went out to Mrs. Allen in the kitchen.
Jack removed his belt and gun and hung them on the rack by the door.
Spying his father at the corral, he called to him to come into the house.
"h.e.l.lo, Jack!" was Allen"s greeting as he entered, shaking the younger man"s hand.
"When did you come over?"
"This morning," Allen told him. "Echo"s birthday, you know, and the old lady allowed we"d have to be here. Ain"t seen you since the weddin"--got things lookin" fine here." Allen slowly surveyed the room.
Jack agreed with him with a gesture of a.s.sent. A more important topic to him than the furnishing of a room was what had become of d.i.c.k Lane.
After the wedding ceremony no chance had come to him to speak privately to Allen.
The festivities of the wedding had been shortened. Slim had gathered a posse and taken up the trail of the slayers. Jim Allen had joined them. The hazing of Jack, and the hasty departure of the bridal pair on horseback in a shower of corn, sh.e.l.led and on cob, prevented the two men from meeting.
The older man had volunteered no explanation. Jack knew that in his heart Allen did not approve of his actions, but was keeping silent because of his daughter.
Jack could restrain himself no longer. "Jim--what happened that night?" he asked brokenly.
Allen showed his embarra.s.sment. "Meanin"--" Then he hesitated.
"d.i.c.k," was all Jack could say.
"I seed him. If I hadn"t, he"d busted up the weddin" some," was his laconic answer.
"Where is he?"
Allen relighted his pipe. When he got the smoke drawing freely, he gazed at Jack thoughtfully and answered: "He"s gone. Back where he came from--into the desert." Jim puffed slowly and then added: "Looks like you didn"t give d.i.c.k a square deal."
Allen liked his son-in-law, and was going to stand by him, but in Arizona the saying "All"s fair in love and war" is not accepted at its face value.
"I didn"t," acknowledged Jack. "I was desperate at the thought of losing her. She loved me, and had forgotten him--she"s happy with me now."
"I reckon that"s right," was Jim"s consoling reply.
To clinch his argument and soothe his troublesome conscience, Jack continued: "She never would have been happy with him."
"That"s what I told him," declared Allen. "He knew it, an" that"s why he went away--an" Echo--no matter what comes, she must never know.
She"d never forgive you--an", fer that matter, me, neither."
Jack looked long out of the window toward the distant mountains--the barrier behind which d.i.c.k was wandering in the great desert, cut off from the woman he loved by a false friend.
"How I have suffered for that lie!" uttered Jack, in tones full of anguish. "That"s what hurts me most--the thought that I lied to her.
I might have killed him that night," pondered Jack. He shuddered at the thought that he had been on the point of adding murder to the lie.
He had faced the same temptation which d.i.c.k had yet to overcome.
"Mebbe you did. There"s more"n one way of killin" a man," suggested Allen.
Jack swung round and faced him. The observation had struck home. He realized how poignantly d.i.c.k must have endured the loss of Echo and thought of his betrayal by Jack. As he had suffered mentally so d.i.c.k must be suffering in the desert. In self-justification he returned to his old argument.
"I waited until I was sure he was dead. Six months I waited after we heard the news. After I had told Echo I loved her and found that I was loved in return--then came this letter. G.o.d! What a fight I had with myself when I found that he lived--was thinking of returning home to claim her for his own. I rode out into the hills and fought it out all alone, like an Indian--then I resolved to hurry the wedding--to lie to her--and I have been living that lie every minute, every hour."
Jack leaned heavily on the table. His head sank. His voice dropped almost to a whisper.
Allen slapped him on the back to cheer him up. Philosophically he announced: "Well, it"s got to be as it is. You"ll mebbe never hear from him again. You mustn"t never tell her. I ain"t a-goin" to say nothin" about it--her happiness means everything to me."
Jack grasped his hand in silent thankfulness.
The two men walked slowly out of the room to the corral.
As Echo galloped across the prairie in the glorious morning air, the sunshine, the lowing of the cattle on the hills, and the songs of the birds in the trees along the Sweet.w.a.ter had banished all depressing thoughts, and her mind dwelt on her love for Jack and the pleasantness of the lines in which her life had fallen.
Only one small cloud had appeared on the horizon. Jack had not shared with her his confidences in the business of the ranch. He told her he did not want to worry her with such cares. True, there were times when he was deeply abstracted; but in her presence his moroseness vanished quickly. Carefully as he had tried to hide his secret, she had, with a woman"s intuition, seen beneath the surface of things and realized that something was lacking to complete her happiness.
As Echo turned toward home a song sprang to her lips. Polly spied her far down the trail.
"Boys, she"s coming," she shouted to the men, who were at the bunk-house awaiting Mrs. Payson"s return. As they pa.s.sed the corral they called to Jack and Allen to join them in the living-room to prepare for the surprise for Echo.
The party quickly rea.s.sembled.
"Good land!" shouted Allen, "get something to cover the pianny with!"
The punchers rushed in confusion about the room in a vain search.
"Ain"t there a plagued thing we can cover the pianny with?" cried the demoralized Allen, renewing his appeal.
Polly came to the rescue of the helpless men by plucking a Navajo blanket from the couch. Tossing one end of it to Show Low, she motioned to him to help hold it up before the instrument like a curtain.
"Stand in front of it, everybody," ordered Mrs. Allen, who had left her cake-baking and hurried in from the kitchen. "Polly, spread your skirts--you, too, Jim."
Allen ran in front of the piano, holding out an imaginary dress in imitation of Polly. "Which I ain"t got none," he cried.
Parenthesis jumped in front of the piano-stool, trying vainly to hide it with his legs.
"Parenthesis, put your legs together," Mrs. Allen cried.
"I can"t, ma"am," wailed the unfortunate puncher. He fell on his knees before the stool, spreading out his waistcoat for a screen.
Mrs. Allen helped him out with her skirts.
"Steady, everybody!" shouted Jack.
"Here she is!" yelled Sage-brush, as the door opened and the astonished Echo faced those she loved and liked.
Echo made a pretty picture framed in the doorway. She wore her riding-habit of olive-green--from the hem of which peeped her soft boots. Her hat, broad, picturesque, typical of the Southwest, had slipped backward, forming a background for her pretty face. An amused smile played about the corners of her mouth.
"Well, what is it?" she smiled inquiringly.