When she asked him how he could have saved the thousand dollars demanded for the stable out of his salary of forty dollars a month, he replied:
"By economizin". I"ve cut off my chawin-tobacco."
"That cost you two bits a week, an" you"ve taken up cigarettes at a dime a day," said observant Polly. "I know what you"ve been doin", you"ve been gamblin"."
"Cross my heart, Polly, I haven"t," said Bud, and Polly, who had no great objection to using money won at cards, so long as she did not positively know the fact, discontinued her objections, and resumed the delightful occupation of castle-building. The home she had in view consisted of three rooms over the livery-stable.
"I want a red carpet in the front room, and wallpaper like that at Bowen"s store, with hosses jumpin" gates on it--"
"Don"t you think there will be a leetle too much hoss there, Polly, with the stable under us, an" the smell a-comin" up--"
"Sho, Bud, you can"t have too much hoss. Why, it was the hoss smell about your clothes that made me fall in love with you," exclaimed the enthusiastic horsewoman. She continued:
"An" I want a yellow plush furniture set, an" a photograph-alb.u.m to match, an" a center-table, an" a Rock-of-Ages picture, an" a boudoir--"
A boudoir was beyond the ken of Bud. He knew nothing of housekeeping.
This must be one of those strange articles, the mystery of which he would have to solve before he could feel that he was really a married man.
"What the devil is a boudoir?" he asked.
"I don"t know what it is, but all rich women have them."
Bud took both of Polly"s hands in his. Looking her fondly in the eyes, he said: "Then, by thunder, I"ll get you two of "em. We"ll raise the limit when we furnish that shack. I"m the happiest man in the country."
"Well you ought to be," laughed Polly. "Just see what you are gettin"."
"I"ve got to chase myself back to the house. You"re ridin" night herd to-night, ain"t you?" she added.
"Yes. I"m on the c.o.c.ktail to-night. I am goin" to bunk down here.
I"ll be up to the house at sunup, and we can go over to Florence together."
"I"ll have breakfast ready for you. Rope my pony for me, will you?"
Bud was smiling and happy again. All of his troubles were forgotten.
"All right!" he cried, as he started to mount.
"Say, you"re awful forgetful, aren"t you?" asked Polly demurely.
Bud looked about him slightly bewildered. Then he realized his oversight. He ran to Polly"s and tried to kiss her, but she motioned him aside, saying: "Too late--you lose."
"But I didn"t know," stammered Bud.
"Next time you"ll know. On your way," airily commanded the girl.
Bud"s face darkened. "Oh, well, good-by."
Polly looked after him perplexed and angry. His surrender to her whims without a fight nettled her.
"Good-by, yourself," she snapped. "He"s the most forgetful man I ever loved. If I thought he was a gamblin"-man, I"d get a divorce from him before I married him. I would sure," murmured Polly, as Bud disappeared toward the corral.
Polly"s musing was interrupted by the return of Buck McKee.
"Is Bud Lane over yere?" he asked.
"You must have pa.s.sed him just now. He"s just got in from night-herdin"."
"I thought I seed him comin" this way. When"s the weddin"-bells goin"
to ring?"
Polly flushed. "Next month. Then you"ll lose Bud"s company fer good,"
she answered defiantly.
"Well, I ain"t been doin" him much good," Buck a.s.sented. "I"m goin"
back home, though."
Polly gazed at Buck in surprise. Here was a new view of the man; one she had never considered. It was strange to hear this outlaw and bad man talk of a home. The repet.i.tion of the word "home" by Polly, led him to continue:
"Yep. Up to the Strip, where I was borned at. This yere climate"s a leetle too dry to suit me. I"m goin" to get a leetle ranch and a leetle gal, an" settle down for sure."
"I wish you may," said Polly heartily. "You sure acted mighty fine about that Peruna insultin" Mrs. Payson."
Harshly as Polly had felt toward Buck, his actions in the recent incidents had softened her feelings toward him.
"I admire to hear you say it," said Buck, bowing. "I"ve played square with women all my life. I ain"t never slipped a card nor rung in a cold deck on any one of "em yet."
Buck sat down on the step of the wagon. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Say, did you ever have a premonition?"
"Nope! The worst I ever had was the hookin"-cough."
Buck smiled, but did not explain to Polly the meaning of the word.
"Well, this premonition," he continued, "hits me hard, an" that"s what makes me start for home. Thought I"d like to say good-by to you an"
Bud. I go north with the big drive in the mornin", an" won"t see you ag"in."
"Well, good luck and good-by to you." Polly held out her hand in her most friendly fashion.
Buck arose and took off his hat. As he stepped toward her, he cried: "Same to you. Good-by." Grasping her by the hand, he added warmly: "An"--happiness."
"I"ll tell Bud you"re here," cried Polly over her shoulder.
Buck looked after the girl as she swung across the prairie to find Bud.
"She"s a darned fine leetle gal, she is," mused Buck. "Seein" Bud so happy, kinder makes me homesick. Things is gettin" too warm for me here, anyway. If Payson gets back, he"ll be able to clear himself about that Terrill business, an" things is likely to p"int pretty straight at me an" Bud. I"m sorry I dragged Bud into that. I could have done it alone just as well--an" kep" all the money."
McKee sat down to wait for Bud. His mind was filled with pleasant thoughts. Having a.s.sumed a chivalrous role in the Peruna incident, he was tasting something of the sweet sensations and experiences that follow a sincerely generous action. Smiles and pleasant greetings from Polly, who had heretofore met him with venomous looks and stinging words, were balm to his soul. He felt well-satisfied with himself and kindly toward the whole world. The fiendish torturer of helpless men and harmless beasts, the cold-blooded murderer, the devilish intriguer to incriminate an innocent man, thought that he was a very good fellow, after all; much better than, say, such a man as Jack Payson. He had at least always treated women white, and had never gone back on a friend.
When he thought how Payson had drawn his pistol on trusting, unsuspecting d.i.c.k Lane in the garden, he was filled with the same pharisaic self-righteousness that inflated Bud when comparing himself with McKee.
His enjoyment in contemplating his own virtues was overclouded, however, by a vague presentiment of impending danger, the "premonition"
he had of to Polly--a word he had picked up from fortune-tellers, whom he often consulted, being very superst.i.tious, as are most gamblers.