"If you will look as pretty as that--" he bent his head and kissed her.
Thea was startled, gave him an angry push, drove at him with her free hand in a manner quite hostile. Fred was on his mettle in an instant. He pinned both her arms down and kissed her resolutely.
When he released her, she turned away and spoke over her shoulder. "That was mean of you, but I suppose I deserved what I got."
"I should say you did deserve it," Fred panted, "turning savage on me like that! I should say you did deserve it!"
He saw her shoulders harden. "Well, I just said I deserved it, didn"t I?
What more do you want?"
"I want you to tell me why you flew at me like that! You weren"t playing; you looked as if you"d like to murder me."
She brushed back her hair impatiently. "I didn"t mean anything, really.
You interrupted me when I was watching the stone. I can"t jump from one thing to another. I pushed you without thinking."
Fred thought her back expressed contrition. He went up to her, stood behind her with his chin above her shoulder, and said something in her ear. Thea laughed and turned toward him. They left the stone-pile carelessly, as if they had never been interested in it, rounded the yellow tower, and disappeared into the second turn of the canyon, where the dead city, interrupted by the jutting promontory, began again.
Old Biltmer had been somewhat embarra.s.sed by the turn the game had taken. He had not heard their conversation, but the pantomime against the rocks was clear enough. When the two young people disappeared, their host retreated rapidly toward the head of the canyon.
"I guess that young lady can take care of herself," he chuckled. "Young Fred, though, he has quite a way with them."
VI
DAY was breaking over Panther Canyon. The gulf was cold and full of heavy, purplish twilight. The wood smoke which drifted from one of the cliff-houses hung in a blue scarf across the chasm, until the draft caught it and whirled it away. Thea was crouching in the doorway of her rock house, while Ottenburg looked after the crackling fire in the next cave. He was waiting for it to burn down to coals before he put the coffee on to boil.
They had left the ranch house that morning a little after three o"clock, having packed their camp equipment the day before, and had crossed the open pasture land with their lantern while the stars were still bright.
During the descent into the canyon by lantern-light, they were chilled through their coats and sweaters. The lantern crept slowly along the rock trail, where the heavy air seemed to offer resistance. The voice of the stream at the bottom of the gorge was hollow and threatening, much louder and deeper than it ever was by day--another voice altogether. The sullenness of the place seemed to say that the world could get on very well without people, red or white; that under the human world there was a geological world, conducting its silent, immense operations which were indifferent to man. Thea had often seen the desert sunrise,--a lighthearted affair, where the sun springs out of bed and the world is golden in an instant. But this canyon seemed to waken like an old man, with rheum and stiffness of the joints, with heaviness, and a dull, malignant mind. She crouched against the wall while the stars faded, and thought what courage the early races must have had to endure so much for the little they got out of life.
At last a kind of hopefulness broke in the air. In a moment the pine trees up on the edge of the rim were flashing with coppery fire. The thin red clouds which hung above their pointed tops began to boil and move rapidly, weaving in and out like smoke. The swallows darted out of their rock houses as at a signal, and flew upward, toward the rim. Little brown birds began to chirp in the bushes along the watercourse down at the bottom of the ravine, where everything was still dusky and pale. At first the golden light seemed to hang like a wave upon the rim of the canyon; the trees and bushes up there, which one scarcely noticed at noon, stood out magnified by the slanting rays.
Long, thin streaks of light began to reach quiveringly down into the canyon. The red sun rose rapidly above the tops of the blazing pines, and its glow burst into the gulf, about the very doorstep on which Thea sat. It bored into the wet, dark underbrush. The dripping cherry bushes, the pale aspens, and the frosty PINONS were glittering and trembling, swimming in the liquid gold. All the pale, dusty little herbs of the bean family, never seen by any one but a botanist, became for a moment individual and important, their silky leaves quite beautiful with dew and light. The arch of sky overhead, heavy as lead a little while before, lifted, became more and more transparent, and one could look up into depths of pearly blue.
The savor of coffee and bacon mingled with the smell of wet cedars drying, and Fred called to Thea that he was ready for her. They sat down in the doorway of his kitchen, with the warmth of the live coals behind them and the sunlight on their faces, and began their breakfast, Mrs.
Biltmer"s thick coffee cups and the cream bottle between them, the coffee-pot and frying-pan conveniently keeping hot among the embers.
"I thought you were going back on the whole proposition, Thea, when you were crawling along with that lantern. I couldn"t get a word out of you."
"I know. I was cold and hungry, and I didn"t believe there was going to be any morning, anyway. Didn"t you feel queer, at all?"
Fred squinted above his smoking cup. "Well, I am never strong for getting up before the sun. The world looks unfurnished. When I first lit the fire and had a square look at you, I thought I"d got the wrong girl.
Pale, grim--you were a sight!"
Thea leaned back into the shadow of the rock room and warmed her hands over the coals. "It was dismal enough. How warm these walls are, all the way round; and your breakfast is so good. I"m all right now, Fred."
"Yes, you"re all right now." Fred lit a cigarette and looked at her critically as her head emerged into the sun again. "You get up every morning just a little bit handsomer than you were the day before. I"d love you just as much if you were not turning into one of the loveliest women I"ve ever seen; but you are, and that"s a fact to be reckoned with." He watched her across the thin line of smoke he blew from his lips. "What are you going to do with all that beauty and all that talent, Miss Kronborg?"
She turned away to the fire again. "I don"t know what you"re talking about," she muttered with an awkwardness which did not conceal her pleasure.
Ottenburg laughed softly. "Oh, yes, you do! n.o.body better! You"re a close one, but you give yourself away sometimes, like everybody else. Do you know, I"ve decided that you never do a single thing without an ulterior motive." He threw away his cigarette, took out his tobacco-pouch and began to fill his pipe. "You ride and fence and walk and climb, but I know that all the while you"re getting somewhere in your mind. All these things are instruments; and I, too, am an instrument." He looked up in time to intercept a quick, startled glance from Thea. "Oh, I don"t mind," he chuckled; "not a bit. Every woman, every interesting woman, has ulterior motives, many of "em less creditable than yours. It"s your constancy that amuses me. You must have been doing it ever since you were two feet high."
Thea looked slowly up at her companion"s good-humored face. His eyes, sometimes too restless and sympathetic in town, had grown steadier and clearer in the open air. His short curly beard and yellow hair had reddened in the sun and wind. The pleasant vigor of his person was always delightful to her, something to signal to and laugh with in a world of negative people. With Fred she was never becalmed. There was always life in the air, always something coming and going, a rhythm of feeling and action,--stronger than the natural accord of youth. As she looked at him, leaning against the sunny wall, she felt a desire to be frank with him. She was not willfully holding anything back. But, on the other hand, she could not force things that held themselves back. "Yes, it was like that when I was little," she said at last. "I had to be close, as you call it, or go under. But I didn"t know I had been like that since you came. I"ve had nothing to be close about. I haven"t thought about anything but having a good time with you. I"ve just drifted."
Fred blew a trail of smoke out into the breeze and looked knowing. "Yes, you drift like a rifle ball, my dear. It"s your--your direction that I like best of all. Most fellows wouldn"t, you know. I"m unusual."
They both laughed, but Thea frowned questioningly. "Why wouldn"t most fellows? Other fellows have liked me."
"Yes, serious fellows. You told me yourself they were all old, or solemn. But jolly fellows want to be the whole target. They would say you were all brain and muscle; that you have no feeling."
She glanced at him sidewise. "Oh, they would, would they?"
"Of course they would," Fred continued blandly. "Jolly fellows have no imagination. They want to be the animating force. When they are not around, they want a girl to be--extinct," he waved his hand. "Old fellows like Mr. Nathanmeyer understand your kind; but among the young ones, you are rather lucky to have found me. Even I wasn"t always so wise. I"ve had my time of thinking it would not bore me to be the Apollo of a homey flat, and I"ve paid out a trifle to learn better. All those things get very tedious unless they are hooked up with an idea of some sort. It"s because we DON"T come out here only to look at each other and drink coffee that it"s so pleasant to--look at each other." Fred drew on his pipe for a while, studying Thea"s abstraction. She was staring up at the far wall of the canyon with a troubled expression that drew her eyes narrow and her mouth hard. Her hands lay in her lap, one over the other, the fingers interlacing. "Suppose," Fred came out at length,--"suppose I were to offer you what most of the young men I know would offer a girl they"d been sitting up nights about: a comfortable flat in Chicago, a summer camp up in the woods, musical evenings, and a family to bring up. Would it look attractive to you?"
Thea sat up straight and stared at him in alarm, glared into his eyes.
"Perfectly hideous!" she exclaimed.
Fred dropped back against the old stonework and laughed deep in his chest. "Well, don"t be frightened. I won"t offer them. You"re not a nest-building bird. You know I always liked your song, "Me for the jolt of the breakers!" I understand."
She rose impatiently and walked to the edge of the cliff. "It"s not that so much. It"s waking up every morning with the feeling that your life is your own, and your strength is your own, and your talent is your own; that you"re all there, and there"s no sag in you." She stood for a moment as if she were tortured by uncertainty, then turned suddenly back to him. "Don"t talk about these things any more now," she entreated. "It isn"t that I want to keep anything from you. The trouble is that I"ve got nothing to keep--except (you know as well as I) that feeling. I told you about it in Chicago once. But it always makes me unhappy to talk about it. It will spoil the day. Will you go for a climb with me?" She held out her hands with a smile so eager that it made Ottenburg feel how much she needed to get away from herself.
He sprang up and caught the hands she put out so cordially, and stood swinging them back and forth. "I won"t tease you. A word"s enough to me.
But I love it, all the same. Understand?" He pressed her hands and dropped them. "Now, where are you going to drag me?"
"I want you to drag me. Over there, to the other houses. They are more interesting than these." She pointed across the gorge to the row of white houses in the other cliff. "The trail is broken away, but I got up there once. It"s possible. You have to go to the bottom of the canyon, cross the creek, and then go up hand-over-hand."
Ottenburg, lounging against the sunny wall, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, looked across at the distant dwellings. "It"s an awful climb," he sighed, "when I could be perfectly happy here with my pipe.
However--" He took up his stick and hat and followed Thea down the water trail. "Do you climb this path every day? You surely earn your bath. I went down and had a look at your pool the other afternoon. Neat place, with all those little cottonwoods. Must be very becoming."
"Think so?" Thea said over her shoulder, as she swung round a turn.
"Yes, and so do you, evidently. I"m becoming expert at reading your meaning in your back. I"m behind you so much on these single-foot trails. You don"t wear stays, do you?"
"Not here."
"I wouldn"t, anywhere, if I were you. They will make you less elastic.
The side muscles get flabby. If you go in for opera, there"s a fortune in a flexible body. Most of the German singers are clumsy, even when they"re well set up."
Thea switched a PINON branch back at him. "Oh, I"ll never get fat! That I can promise you."
Fred smiled, looking after her. "Keep that promise, no matter how many others you break," he drawled.
The upward climb, after they had crossed the stream, was at first a breathless scramble through underbrush. When they reached the big boulders, Ottenburg went first because he had the longer leg-reach, and gave Thea a hand when the step was quite beyond her, swinging her up until she could get a foothold. At last they reached a little platform among the rocks, with only a hundred feet of jagged, sloping wall between them and the cliff-houses.
Ottenburg lay down under a pine tree and declared that he was going to have a pipe before he went any farther. "It"s a good thing to know when to stop, Thea," he said meaningly.
"I"m not going to stop now until I get there," Thea insisted. "I"ll go on alone."
Fred settled his shoulder against the tree-trunk. "Go on if you like, but I"m here to enjoy myself. If you meet a rattler on the way, have it out with him."