"Of course you are joking, Lablache," he said at last. "Why, man, you are old enough to be the girl"s father."
"I was never more serious in my life. And as for age," with a shrug, "at least you will admit my intellect is unimpaired. Her interests will be in safe keeping."
Having recovered from his surprise the old man solemnly shook his head.
Some inner feeling made him shrink from thoughts of Lablache as a husband for his girl. Besides, he had no intention of retreating from the stand he had taken.
"As far as I am concerned the matter is quite impossible. If Jacky comes to me with a request for sanction of her marriage to you, she shall have it. But I will express no wish upon the matter. No, Lablache, I never thought you contemplated such a thing. You must go to her. I will not interfere. Oh, dear! oh, dear!" and the old man laughed again nervously.
Lablache remained perfectly calm. He had expected this result; although he had hoped that it might have been otherwise. Now he felt that he had paved the way to methods much dearer to his heart. This refusal of John"s he intended to turn to account. He would force an acceptance from Jacky, and induce her uncle, by certain means, to give his consent.
The money-lender remained silent while he refilled his pipe. "Poker"
John seized the opportunity.
"Come, Lablache," he said jocosely, "let us forget this little matter.
Have a drink of your own whisky--I"ll join you--and let us go down to the saloon for a gentle flutter."
He helped himself to the spirit and poured out a gla.s.s for his companion. They silently drank, and then Lablache coughed, spat and lit his pipe. He fumbled his hat on to his head and moved to the door.
"Come on, then," he said gutturally. And John Allandale followed him out.
The two days before the half-breed pusky pa.s.sed quickly enough for some of those who are interested, and dragged their weary lengths all too slowly for others. At last, however, in due course the day dawned, and with it hopes and fears matured in the hearts of not a few of the denizens of Foss River and the surrounding neighborhood.
To all appearance the most unconcerned man was the Hon. Bunning-Ford, who still moved about the settlement in his cheery, _debonnaire_ fashion, ever gentlemanly and always indolent. He had taken up his residence in one of the many disused shacks which dotted round the market-place, and there, apparently, sought to beguile the hours and eke out the few remaining dollars which were his. For Lablache, in his sweeping process, had still been forced to hand over some money, over and above his due, as a result of the sale of the young rancher"s property. The trifling amount, however, was less than enough to keep body and soul together for six months.
Lablache, too, staunch to his opinions, did not trouble himself in the least. For the rest, all who knew of the meditated _coup_ of Horrocks were agitated to a degree. All hoped for success, but all agreed in a feeling of pessimism which was more or less the outcome of previous experiences of Retief. Did not they know, only too well, of the traps which had been laid and which had failed to ensnare the daring desperado in days gone by? Horrocks they fondly believed to be a very smart man, but had not some of the best in the Canadian police been sent before to bring to justice this scourge of the district?
Amongst those who shared these pessimistic views Mrs. Abbot was one of the most skeptical. She had learnt all the details of the intended arrest in the way she learned everything that was going on. A few judicious questions to the doctor and careful observations never left her long in the dark. She had a natural gift for absorbing information.
She was a sort of social amalgam which never failed to glean the golden particles of news which remained after the "panning up" of daily events in Foss River. Nothing ever escaped this dear old soul, from the details of a political crisis in a distant part of the continent down to the number of drinks absorbed by some worthless half-breed in "old man"
Smith"s saloon. She had one of those keen, active brains which refuses to become dull and torpid in an atmosphere of humdrum monotony. Luckily her nature never allowed her to become a mischievous busybody. She was too kindly for that--too clever, tactful.
After duly weighing the point at issue she found Horrocks"s plans wanting, hence her unbelief, but, at the same time, her old heart palpitated with nervous excitement as might the heart of any younger and more hopeful of those in the know.
As for the Allandales, it would be hard to say what they thought. Jacky went about her duties with a placidity that was almost worthy of the great money-lender himself. She showed no outward sign, and very little interest. Her thoughts she kept severely to herself. But she had thoughts on the subject, thoughts which teemed through her brain night and day. She was in reality aglow with excitement, but the Breed nature in her allowed no sign of emotion to appear. "Poker" John was beyond a keen interest. Whisky and cards had done for him what morphine and opium does for the drug fiend. He had no thoughts beyond them. In lucid intervals, as it were, he thought, perhaps, as well as his poor dulled brain would permit him, but the result of his mental effort would scarcely be worth recording.
And so the time drew near.
Horrocks, since his difference of opinion with Lablache, had made the ranch his headquarters, leaving the money-lender as much as possible out of his consultations. He had been heartily welcomed by old John and his niece, the latter in particular being very gracious to him. Horrocks was not a lady"s man, but he appreciated comfort when he could get it, and Jacky spared no trouble to make him comfortable now. Had he known the smiling thought behind her beautiful face his appreciation might have lessened.
As the summer day drew to a close signs of coming events began to show themselves. First of all Aunt Margaret made her appearance at the Allandales" house. She was hot and excited. She had come up for a gossip, she said, and promptly sat down with no intention of moving until she had heard all she wanted to know. Then came "Lord" Bill, cheerily monosyllabic. He always considered that long speeches were a disgusting waste of time. Following closely upon his heels came the doctor and Pat Nabob, with another rancher from an outlying ranch. Quite why they had come up they would have hesitated to say. Possibly it was curiosity--possibly natural interest in affairs which nearly affected them. Horrocks, they knew, was at the ranch. Perhaps the magnetism which surrounds persons about to embark on hazardous undertakings had attracted them thither.
As the hour for supper drew near the gathering in the sitting-room became considerable, and as each newcomer presented himself, Jacky, with thoughtful hospitality, caused another place to be set at her bountiful table. No one was ever allowed to pa.s.s a meal hour at the ranch without partaking of refreshment. It was one of the princ.i.p.al items provided for in the prairie creed, and the greatest insult to be offered at such time would have been to leave the house before the repast.
At eight o"clock the girl announced the meal with characteristic heartiness.
"Come right along and feed," she said. "Who knows what to-night may bring forth? I guess we can"t do better than drink success to our friend, Sergeant Horrocks. Whatever the result of his work to-night we all allow his nerve"s right. Say, good people, there"s liquor on the table--and gla.s.ses; a b.u.mper to Sergeant Horrocks."
The wording of the girl"s remarks was significant. Truly Horrocks might have been the leader of a forlorn hope. Many of those present certainly considered him to be such. However, they were none the less hearty in their toast, and Jacky and Bill were the two first to raise their gla.s.ses on high.
The toast drunk, tongues were let loose and the supper began. Ten o"clock was the time at which Horrocks was to set out. Therefore there were two hours in which to make merry. Never was a merrier meal taken at the ranch. Spirits were at bursting point, due no doubt to the current of excitement which actuated each member of the gathering.
Jacky was in the best of spirits, and even "Poker" John was enjoying one of his rare lucid intervals. "Lord" Bill sat between Jacky and Mrs.
Abbot, and a more charming companion the old lady thought she had never met. It was Jacky who led the talk, Jacky who saw to every one"s wants, Jacky whose spirits cheered everybody, by her light badinage, into, even against their better judgment, a feeling of optimism. Even Horrocks felt the influence of her bright, winsome cheeriness.
"Capture this colored scoundrel, Sergeant Horrocks," the girl exclaimed, with a laughing glance, as she helped him to a goodly portion of baked Jack-rabbit, "and we"ll present you with the freedom of the settlement, in an illuminated address inclosed in a golden casket. That"s the mode, I take it, in civilized countries, and I guess we are civilized hereabout, some. Say, Bill, I opine you"re the latest thing from England here to-night. What does "freedom" mean?"
Bill looked dubious. Everybody waited for his answer.
"Freedom--um. Yes, of course--freedom. Why, freedom means banquets. You know--turtle soup--bile--indigestion. Best champagne in the mayor"s cellar. Police can"t run you in if you get drunk. All that sort of thing, don"tcherknow."
"An excellent definition," laughed the doctor.
"I wish somebody would present me with "freedom,"" said Nabob, plaintively.
"It"s a good thing we don"t go in for that sort of thing extensively in Canada," put in Horrocks, as the representative of the law. "The peaceful pastime of the police would soon be taken from them. Why, the handling of "drunks" is our only recreation."
"That, and for some of them the process of lowering four per cent.
beer," added the doctor, quietly.
Another laugh followed the doctor"s sally.
When the mirth had subsided Aunt Margaret shook her head. This levity rather got on her nerves. This Retief business, as she understood it, was a very serious affair, especially for Sergeant Horrocks. She was keenly anxious to hear the details of his preparations. She knew most of them, but she liked her information first hand. With this object in view she suggested, rather than asked, what she wanted to know.
"But I don"t quite understand. I take it you are going single-handed into the half-breed camp, where you expect to find this Retief, Sergeant Horrocks?"
Horrocks"s face was serious as he looked over at the old lady. There was no laughter in his black, flashing eyes. He was not a man given to suavity. His business effectually crushed any approach to that sort of thing. He was naturally a stern man, too.
"I am not quite mad, madam," he said curtly. "I set some value upon my life."
This crushing rejoinder had no effect upon Aunt Margaret. She still persisted.
"Then, of course, you take your men with you. Four, you have, and smart they look, too. I like to see well-set-up men. I trust you will succeed.
They--I mean the Breeds--are a dangerous people."
"Not so dangerous as they"re reckoned, I guess," said Horrocks, disdainfully. "I don"t antic.i.p.ate much trouble."
"I hope it will turn out as you think," replied the old lady, doubtfully.
Horrocks shrugged his shoulders; he was not to be drawn.
There was a moment"s silence after this, which was at length broken by "Poker" John.
"Of course, Horrocks," he said, "we shall carry out your instructions to the letter. At three in the morning, failing your return or news of you, I set out with my ranch hands to find you. And woe betide those black devils if you have come to harm. By the way, what about your men?"
"They a.s.semble here at ten. We leave our horses at Lablache"s stables.
We are going to walk to the settlement."
"I think you are wise," said the doctor.
"Guess horses would be an enc.u.mbrance," said Jacky.