I"ll get him yet." And with hideous blasphemies trickling from his thick lips, he again shook his fist impotently at the derisively smiling face of the moon and slunk away to the horse tied in the shadows behind him.
In blissful ignorance of that narrowly averted calamity, the pair on the other side of the ridge rode silently along in the restored moonlight.
The woman was very happy and loth to break the spell; the man whirling in the maelstrom of a jumbled introspection. The victim of strongly opposed currents, he drifted aimlessly in the sea of troubled thought, seeing no sh.o.r.e and seeking none. Content to leave much to Chance and more to Opportunity, he had hitherto let his destiny shape itself, satisfied with merely aiding fate to the best of his physical ability as the occasion offered; but now he was conscious of a growing incitement to dictate his own future. The temptation to try and dominate things was very strong. He had compelled the smaller ones to come his way when he had so chosen, why not the greater ones. He glanced covertly at the woman riding by his side; in the soft moonlight she was very fair.
It was she who first broke the silence, her words unconsciously pandering to his suddenly-formed resolution.
"How splendidly you ride, Mr. Dougla.s.s!" Her admiration was frank and sincere. "You have that horse under perfect control, and yet, if I am not mistaken, he is the worst of the three "outlaws" which all the other boys have declared unridable. Abbie told me this morning that everybody is afraid of them."
"Abbie tells you a great many funny things, I reckon," he said, with an evasive grin, and she laughed reminiscently. "Well, old Highball here isn"t just what you might call love-inspiring, and the boys have kind o"
pa.s.sed him up; they have too many other good gentle horses in their strings to justify my letting them take any chances. But as to their being "afraid" of him, why that"s all bosh. Cowpunchers who are afraid of any horse don"t hold their jobs long, Miss Carter."
"Yet you, yourself, take the very chances that you shield your men from." The tone was severe and distinctly reproachful, albeit her heart beat with an understanding pride. He shrugged his shoulders deprecatingly.
"Well, the brutes have got to earn their keep, and hay is high this year."
"Yes, about two inches, on that part of the public domain where this particular brute ranges," she said scornfully. "He has not been in the corrals for over two years, as I happen to know. I believe you overheard what Abbie said, and are riding him out of sheer perversity. You don"t like to be thought afraid, do you?"
"No, ma"am," he said, so humbly that she laughed despite her resolve.
Then, with a sudden burst of confidence, "You see, he threw me last week and kind o" upset my conceit, and it"s been on my conscience ever since.
We just had to come to some definite conclusion as to who is bossing this job. He"s going to be a good horse now."
"Now, as to hating being thought afraid," he went on after a short silence, "I guess every man thinks that way. And yet there is something that every man fears, that he is more or less afraid of, if he is only honest enough to admit it."
"And what are you afraid of?" There was much of incredulity and more of curiosity in her audacious question.
"Myself." He answered quietly; she was very sorry she had asked.
Just as they reached the main gate they were joined by Red McVey; who rode up from the opposite direction. He was riding another of the "outlaws" and Dougla.s.s noted that fact with a certain displeasure; his orders had been explicit about those horses. Red nonchalantly drawled an explanation:
"We didn"t expect yuh back to-night; Miss Willi"ms said yuh would stay oveh in Tin Cup. Bud Vaughan was oveh to-day and said as how Miss Nellie was sick, so Miss Willi"ms allows she"d go oveh an" sit with her to-night. I"ll tell yuh about the hoss lateh," he concluded in an undertone to Dougla.s.s, whose look of keen inquiry changed to one of concern at Grace"s irrepressible exclamation.
"What is it?" His words were sharp and imperative. She was pale, but perfectly composed. Then, for the first time in her life she deliberately lied: "The horse crushed my hand against the gate; a mere trifle, but it startled me."
"What are we going to do for something to eat?" she said in pretended dismay. "I"m as hungry as a--a--"
"Tom-t.i.t?" suggested Red drolly; she had, much to his abashment, once caught him feeding one with crumbs of cake, embellishing his service with profanely quaint e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns of delight.
"As a wolf," she averred decidedly, "and I haven"t tried to cook since I was a little girl."
"Oh, that"ll be all right," said Dougla.s.s cheerfully. "Red, here, is a wonder at making angel cake, and I can boil water without burning it, at a pinch. If you can stand camp chuck for once we"ll make out to take the wire edge off your appet.i.te, anyway."
"Oh, I"ve et," said Red hurriedly, the reference to that angel cake filling him with apprehension. "Had supper oveh to Vaughan"s. You two go to wras"lin" yuh grub an" I"ll take keer o" yuah hosses."
"Doan"t yuh let him scoach thet wateh, Miss Cahteh," he volleyed as he retreated in good order, much relieved at his narrow escape. "He"s a powahful wahm baby."
While she was changing her dress, Dougla.s.s got a fire going in the big Charter Oak stove and filled the kettle with fresh water from the spring. He brought over from the meat dive a generously big and tender steak and fossicked about in the pantry until he found the egg basket.
There were a couple of tempting broilers lying on a platter, but he concluded that Abbie had prepared these with a view to Miss Carter"s breakfast. He was grinding the coffee when she came in and she sniffed the grateful aroma rapturously.
She was very simply attired in a loose-fitting white dress with short sleeves, and about her slender waist was tied one of Abbie"s huge gingham ap.r.o.ns. Her riding Hessians had been replaced with a pair of diminutive sandals which made a clicking little patter as she walked. He had unconsciously rolled up his sleeves, camp-cook fashion, the better to mix and mold the biscuit he contemplated making; the sight of her bare arms reminded him of his own and he hurriedly lowered the sleeves and began fumbling at the b.u.t.tons. She came forward quickly and checked him with a pretty gesture.
"Put them up again! Men always work better with their sleeves rolled up, I have noticed, and all good cooks have them so. That"s why I am wearing this waist; I am going to help." She looked complacently at her round, dimpled arms, then at the corded brawn of his. An irresistible impulse sent her close to his side. "Why," she said, with a fine a.s.sumption of wonder at the portentous discovery, "my arms are tanned as brown as yours." And she coquettishly held hers so close to his in comparison that they momentarily touched.
Through his veins there leaped a sudden fire as though his blood had turned to molten lava; he trembled. Stricken with a sudden terror she shrank away slightly, but her eyes never left his. The man was trying for self-control, and she wisely waited. The best time to play with fire is not when the coals are hottest.
"You, too, hate to be thought afraid." It was hardly more than a whisper. "And your arms are very beautiful." Holding her wrists very carefully, yet with a grip of steel, he bent forward and deliberately kissed each arm in the dimpling hollows. Then he gently released them, and turned once more to his coffee grinding.
So wise a man as Solomon declared, centuries ago, that the way of a man with a maid was beyond even his great understanding; but the composite intelligence of all the wise men that ever were or ever will be created cannot elucidate the greater mystery of the ways of a maid with a man.
By all accepted rules and conventions, Miss Carter should have ostentatiously wiped her arms with a lace handkerchief, extravagantly casting it aside later with an air of loathing and disgust, and stalked out of the room with superior dignity without deigning him even a contemptuous glance. She did nothing of the kind. She merely laughed, a silvery, tinkling, infectious little ripple whose contagion was irresistible, and at his responsive grin the atmosphere cleared instantly.
Her eyes fell upon the basket of eggs and she had a sudden inspiration: "I am going to make waffles. Now if we could only achieve the regulation fried chicken to go with it we should dine ideally."
"There are two in the pantry, ready to your hand," he replied eagerly.
She ran out excitedly, as if to verify the good news; but once in the seclusion of the pantry her interest in the broilers moderated unaccountably. She seemed more concerned with the hollows of her arms and in her rapt inspection of them held them singularly close to her face. Her cheeks were engagingly flushed and her lips moist when she bore the fowls into the kitchen.
Dougla.s.s was inclined to be patronizing as she sat about her waffle-building; what could this pampered society pet possibly know about the plebeian craft of cookery? But his indulgence quickly changed to surprised admiration as he watched her deft manipulations.
"How long has it been since you were a little girl?" She smiled her quick delight at the implied compliment. "Oh, waffles are easy; Dad always insisted on my making them for him and I had considerable experience, and one does not exactly forget little things like that. How long has it been since you were a little boy?"
"I am one to-night," he averred, dextrously filching the first golden-brown disc as she laid it on the plate; as he danced about trying to bolt the hot dainty she rapped him on the head reprovingly with the huge spoon and they laughed with all the light-heartedness of the foolish children they really were.
It was a memorable meal that they finally sat down to, and neither of them ever forgot it. Sitting opposite to her in that comfortable old kitchen--he had begged the privilege of eating there instead of in the more formal dining-room--the man"s heart was filling with a subtle consciousness that it would be very pleasant to have her sit so always throughout the days to come. It came to him with a certain shock, nevertheless; in all his former a.s.sociations with women, his emotions had been of a distinctly different nature, and somehow the recollection of them was not pleasing. He even felt a certain angry resentment of the insidious charm of the comforting domesticity of his surroundings. What right had an indigent pauper of a cowpuncher to aspire to a heaven like this? It was only to her natural gentleness, her inherent graciousness, possibly only to a pa.s.sing indulgent whim, that he was indebted for the favor she was showing. What had he, who would be penniless in another month--for he still stubbornly adhered to his determination to recoup his employer--to offer the mistress of the C Bar with its broad acres and "cattle on a thousand hills"? All incredible as it may seem he actually forgot for the moment that he had, unreproved, kissed her arms a short half-hour before. It simply strengthened his resolution to get away from an environment provocative of such disturbing reflections.
The woman was thinking how big and brave and strong he was, and how integral a part of--how entirely he belonged in the plan of her cogitations. She could imagine him always sitting there, a bulwark between her and the evils of life, and she was very happy. She realized how it would take time and diplomacy to leash this untamed tiger, to bring into leading-strings this unbound Sampson who foolishly deemed that the sum of Life was Delilah; but she was the daughter of "the bravest man G.o.d ever made," and this was her Man. She knew it now beyond the peradventure of a doubt, and looking at him as he sat there in all his manly beauty, she thanked G.o.d for it.
His hand, outstretched toward the waffles, encountered hers, and he paled.
It was very still and quiet in the room; even the little alarm clock on the mantelpiece, unwound for once, lacking Abbie"s careful hand, was silent. He arose with cruel deliberation and walked around the table toward her; she met him half way, all composure now, her hand extended.
The antelope kid, with a comical yawn, came and stood between them.
"I am so grateful for your many kindnesses to me to-day," she said steadily, her eyes calm and unwavering. "I am more fatigued than I thought. Good night--and pleasant dreams."
The kid b.u.t.ted him playfully as though to recall him to earth again; he had stood such an unconscionable time holding her hand. The woman smiled on him kindly again, and instantly he relinquished it.
"Good night," he said dully, his face the color of copper. He went to the sofa where he had left his hat and holster and fumbled a while uncertainly. He took up the Stetson, leaving the weapon untouched. At the door he turned mechanically.
"Good night," he mumbled; "good night. And may you have no dreams at all."
The antelope b.u.t.ted him again, scornfully, as he pa.s.sed out.
Grace Carter stood for a moment in silent meditation. Then she went to the sofa and drew the Colt from its sheath. With the weapon in her hand she extinguished the light and went into her bedroom, locking the door behind her.
When she had finished disrobing she laid the weapon on her reading stand within reach of her hand when abed. For a while she lay very quiet, open-eyed; then she arose, unlocked her door and replaced the revolver in its sheath, leaving both lying where he had tossed them.
Over at the bunkhouse Dougla.s.s stood glaring at the imperturbable Red.
"I thought," said he ominously, "that my orders were that n.o.body should ride those outlaws."
McVey, having finished the cigarette he was rolling, gave it a final lick with his tongue, twisted the ends adroitly, struck a match, and between tentative puffs, remarked:
"When they"s nothing left in thu corral but one hoss I reckon it"s ride thet er go afoot. When I got back from Vaughan"s this evenin" I found thu pastur" bars down an" everything stompeded but thet buckskin outlaw. Reckon he were too or"nary to trail with thu bunch an" cut hisself out; ketched him in thu cow paddock."