It is more than a year, isn"t it?"
"Yes. A year, three months, and eleven days." He had taken the chair beside her because there seemed to be nothing else to do.
"How mathematically exact you are!" she gibed. "To-morrow it will be a year, three months, and twelve days; and the day after to-morrow--mercy me! I should go mad if I had to think back and count up that way every day. But I asked you what you had been doing."
He spread his hands. "Existing, one way and another. There has always been my work."
""All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,"" she quoted. "You are excessively dull to-day, Howard. Hasn"t it occurred to you?"
"Thank you for expressing it so delicately. It seems to be my misfortune to disappoint you, always."
"Yes," she said, quite unfeelingly. Then, with a swift relapse into pure mockery: "How many times have you fallen in love during the one year, three months, and eleven days?"
His frown was almost a scowl. "Is it worth while to make an unending jest of it, Eleanor?"
"A jest?--of your falling in love? No, my dear cousin, several times removed, no one would dare to jest with you on that subject. But tell me; I am really and truly interested. Will you confess to three times?
That isn"t so very many, considering the length of the interval."
"No."
"Twice, then? Think hard; there must have been at least two little quickenings of the heartbeats in all that time."
"No."
"Still no? That reduces it to one--the charming Miss Dawson----"
"You might spare her, even if you are not willing to spare me. You know well enough there has never been any one but you, Eleanor; that there never will be any one but you."
The train was pa.s.sing the western confines of the waterless tract, and a cool breeze from the snowcapped Timanyonis was sweeping across the open platform. It blew strands of the red-brown hair from beneath the closely fitting travelling-hat; blew color into Miss Brewster"s cheeks and a daring brightness into the laughing eyes.
"What a pity!" she said in mock sympathy.
"That I can"t measure up to your requirements of the perfect man? Yes, it is a thousand pities," he agreed.
"No; that isn"t precisely what I meant. The pity is that I seem to you to be unable to appreciate your many excellencies and your--constancy."
"I think you were born to torment me," he rejoined gloomily. "Why did you come out here with your father? You must have known that I was here."
"Not from any line you have ever written," she retorted. "Alicia Ford told me, otherwise I shouldn"t have known."
"Still, you came. Why? Were you curious?"
"Why should I be curious, and what about?--the Red Desert? I"ve seen deserts before."
"I thought you might be curious to know what disposition the Red Desert was making of such a failure as I am," he said evenly. "I can forgive that more easily than I can forgive your bringing of the other man along to be an on-looker."
"Herbert, you mean? He is a good boy, a nice boy--and perfectly harmless. You"ll like him immensely when you come to know him better."
"You like him?" he queried.
"How can you ask--when you have just called him "the other man"?"
Lidgerwood turned in his chair and faced her squarely.
"Eleanor, I had my punishment over a year ago, and I have been hoping you would let it suffice. It was hard enough to lose you without being compelled to stand by and see another man win you. Can"t you understand that?"
She did not answer him. Instead, she whipped aside from that phase of the subject to ask a question of her own.
"What ever made you come out here, Howard?"
"To the superintendency of the Red b.u.t.te Western? You did."
"I?"
"Yes, you."
"It is ridiculous!"
"It is true."
"Prove it--if you can; but you can"t."
"I am proving it day by day, or trying to. I didn"t want to come, but you drove me to it."
"I decline to take any such hideous responsibility," she laughed lightly. "There must have been some better reason; Miss Dawson, perhaps."
"Quite likely, barring the small fact that I didn"t know there was a Miss Dawson until I had been a month in Angels."
"Oh!" she said half spitefully. And then, with calculated malice, "Howard, if you were only as brave as you are clever!... Why can"t you be a man and strike back now and then?"
"Strike back at the woman I love? I"m not quite down to that, I hope, even if I was once too cowardly to strike for her."
"Always _that!_ Why won"t you let me forget?"
"Because you must not forget. Listen: two weeks ago--only two weeks ago--one of the Angels--er--peacemakers stood up in his place and shot at me. What I did made me understand that I had gained nothing in a year."
"Shot at you?" she echoed, and now he might have discovered a note of real concern in her tone if his ear had been attuned to hear it. "Tell me about it. Who was it? and why did he shoot at you?"
His answer seemed to be indirection itself.
"How long do you expect to stay in Angels and its vicinity?" he asked.
"I don"t know. This is partly a pleasure trip for us younger folk.
Father was coming out alone, and I--that is, mamma decided to come and make a car-party of it. We may stay two or three weeks, if the others wish it. But you haven"t answered me. I want to know who the man was, and why he shot at you."
"Exactly; and you have answered yourself. If you stay two weeks, or two days, in Angels you will doubtless hear all you care to about my troubles. When the town isn"t talking about what it is going to do to me, it is gossiping about the dramatic arrest of my would-be a.s.sa.s.sin."
"You are most provoking!" she declared. "Did you make the arrest?"