After the diners had departed: "It"s a wonder"--pausing to strike a match--"it"s a wonder that there fine young feller of yours don"t come after you. Why don"t you write to him?"
"What fine fellow of mine?"
"That stoodent feller. If he thought such a heap about you, he ought for to show it. Ain"t you written to him?"
"Shut up," said Hetty.
"No, but honest--"
"Do you think I could write to him after going away without a word to--to marry a man I"d never set eyes on? You make me sick."
"I don"t think much of him, anyhow," he said stubbornly.
"I guess he"ll be able to live that down," said Hetty.
"Where does this here party live? A stoodent, you said he was?"
"Sure"--using her handkerchief again. "He"s studying at a dental school in Chicago. Here"s his address."
The sheriff did not question her further, but eyed the card she produced, for a long time. That afternoon he spent three sweating hours over some sheets of blue, ruled paper, with very meager results. Here they are:
_Mr. Abner Fish, Chicago, Ill._
DEAR SIR: I write to say there"s a young lady here as seems to be in need of friends from home leastways she"s powerful lonely now this here town ain"t never had its teeth tended to right chief reason they never wash them I guess. Ha ha.
Say if you ain"t laid out any plans better come ahead and start right in here to fix them good. You can come all the way by train except sixty miles by stage the going is good unless Sellers happens to get drunk and runs his mules over the rocks and I"ll be pleased to meet you at the terminus, being as I am sheriff I enclose eighty dollars for expenses which is sort of coming to you from the town and you can pay it back when you make it. Well I"ll cut this out now it is very hot here.
Yours respectfully,
LAFE JOHNSON.
P. S. The lady"s name it is Miss Hetty Ferrier.
The letter mailed, Johnson took horse and crossed the Border into Sonora. He did not return for ten days and then went straight to his house. The Fashion saw him not. He ate at the Cowboys" Rest, but Hetty knew of his coming an hour after he rode down the street.
When three meals had been served and eaten without Lafe appearing, she put on her hat and went boldly to his house. It was afternoon, and Badger lay in a still, dead torpor under a cruel sky.
"Well?" said Lafe, standing abashed on the threshold.
"Abner Fish is coming," she announced, and that was all she could say.
"Well, I swan. That"s a right good thing. He can fix teeth pretty good, can"t he?"
"Yes--no--that is--he says you sent for him. Oh, Lafe."
This was a vastly different woman from the one he had known. Hetty would not look at him, but kept her gaze timidly on a knot in the door and twiddled a ribbon flaring garishly from her waist.
"Pshaw!" said the sheriff, "it"s most time Badger done woke up. The doggone rascals, they never take no care of their teeth. I"ve been reading some about them things, Miss Ferrier, and it"s most scandalous how sick people"ll get if they don"t watch out for their teeth. This book says--"
"Oh, Lafe."
"Do you mean to say you don"t want him to come?" he asked. His hand, resting against the doorjamb, began to quiver and jerk.
"No-oo."
"G.o.d!"
Hetty was beginning to weep, which was a ridiculous thing to do under the circ.u.mstances. The proceedings subsequent to this wholly reverent e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of Lafe"s were too utterly idiotic for sober recital. When she had calmed, they stood behind the door, safely out of sight, and the bosom and shoulder of the sheriff"s shirt were moist.
"No, I can"t," Miss Ferrier was saying, in the weakest voice imaginable.
"Everybody knows what a fool I was to come out here to Jackson, and they"ll laugh at you. I couldn"t bear that, Lafe."
"Now, that"d be horrible, wouldn"t it?" he said. Then, very quietly: "I reckon I can take care of my wife, Hetty."
CHAPTER XVI
THE GUNFIGHTER RETURNS AND DELAYS WEDDING
They were to be married in a fortnight. Hetty"s preparations were of the simplest sort.
"I"ll fix my hair the way you like it," she said, laughing. "That"s about all I can do."
On his part, Lafe wrote to the Floyds and obtained their promise to come. Mrs. Floyd did not seem to resent this usurpation of the sheriff"s affection, which establishes her rarity beyond question. Then he ordered some furniture. It was of an inexpensive kind, because he had saved nothing and had only a month"s pay owing to him. The sheriff would not run into debt, having had a surfeit of its effects when a cowboy.
Of course he went to call on Hetty every night at the Widow Brown"s.
Occasionally he found opportunity to drop around during the day, too.
Hetty had resigned as waitress, and her admirers faded away, for it is foolish to meddle with another man"s girl, when that other is such an one as Lafe Johnson. And ten or eleven days sped by.
Then, about eight o"clock on an evening when the sheriff was talking to Hetty on the Widow Brown"s porch, Steve Moffatt ambled into town. He dismounted quietly in front of the Fashion, walked across to the express office and stuck a six-shooter under the agent"s nose. That official reasoned swiftly and decided to let him take what he could find. He was not without pluck, but he was also a very sensible man. There was only ninety dollars in the safe, and having soundly berated the agent on this account, Moffatt put it in his pocket and rode out of Badger. He left the agent bound to a chair and securely gagged.
"Tell Lafe Johnson good-by for me," Moffatt said at departure. "Give him and his girl my regards."
"Thanks," said Lafe politely, when he received them.
He saddled his horse and put a rifle in the holster. His .45 was always at his hip, concealed in a leather-lined pocket.
"I reckon we"ll have to put the wedding off a few days, Hetty," he said, as he bade her good-by. "I"ve got to leave on the jump. There"s no saying when I"ll get back, either."
It was nearly midnight and very dark. Hetty toyed with his horse"s mane.
She swallowed the lump that rose in her throat.
"All right," she said. "Take care of yourself, Lafe."
The sheriff kissed her and set out. He entered Mexico and struck southwest. No United States officer had a right to invade Mexican territory for a criminal, nor to arrest him on Mexican soil, but Johnson was determined to catch his man first and argue this legal phase of it afterwards, with Steve safe in the calaboose at Badger. So he opened a line gate un.o.bserved and galloped through the soft night in pursuit of Moffatt.