"Gettin" YOUR language is a big enough job fer me," she said with such quaint seriousness that Hale could not laugh. She looked up suddenly.
"You been a long time git--gettin" over here."
"Yes, and now you want to send me home before sundown."
"I"m afeer--I"m afraid for you. Have you got a gun?" Hale tapped his breast-pocket.
"Always. What are you afraid of?"
"The Falins." She clenched her hands.
"I"d like to SEE one o" them Falins tech ye," she added fiercely, and then she gave a quick look at the sun.
"You better go now, Jack. I"m afraid fer you. Where"s your horse?" Hale waved his hand.
"Down there. All right, little girl," he said. "I ought to go, anyway."
And, to humour her, he started for the gate. There he bent to kiss her, but she drew back.
"I"m afraid of Dave," she said, but she leaned on the gate and looked long at him with wistful eyes.
"Jack," she said, and her eyes swam suddenly, "it"ll most kill me--but I reckon you better not come over here much." Hale made light of it all.
"Nonsense, I"m coming just as often as I can." June smiled then.
"All right. I"ll watch out fer ye."
He went down the path, her eyes following him, and when he looked back from the spur he saw her sitting in the porch and watching that she might wave him farewell.
Hale could not go over to Lonesome Cove much that summer, for he was away from the mountains a good part of the time, and it was a weary, racking summer for June when he was not there. The step-mother was a stern taskmistress, and the girl worked hard, but no night pa.s.sed that she did not spend an hour or more on her books, and by degrees she bribed and stormed Bub into learning his A, B, C"s and digging at a blue-back spelling book. But all through the day there were times when she could play with the boy in the garden, and every afternoon, when it was not raining, she would slip away to a little ravine behind the cabin, where a log had fallen across a little brook, and there in the cool, sun-pierced shadows she would study, read and dream--with the water bubbling underneath and wood-thrushes singing overhead. For Hale kept her well supplied with books. He had given her children"s books at first, but she outgrew them when the first love-story fell into her hands, and then he gave her novels--good, old ones and the best of the new ones, and they were to her what water is to a thing athirst. But the happy days were when Hale was there. She had a thousand questions for him to answer, whenever he came, about birds, trees and flowers and the things she read in her books. The words she could not understand in them she marked, so that she could ask their meaning, and it was amazing how her vocabulary increased. Moreover, she was always trying to use the new words she learned, and her speech was thus a quaint mixture of vernacular, self-corrections and unexpected words. Happening once to have a volume of Keats in his pocket, he read some of it to her, and while she could not understand, the music of the lines fascinated her and she had him leave that with her, too. She never tired hearing him tell of the places where he had been and the people he knew and the music and plays he had heard and seen. And when he told her that she, too, should see all those wonderful things some day, her deep eyes took fire and she dropped her head far back between her shoulders and looked long at the stars that held but little more wonder for her than the world of which he told. But each time he was there she grew noticeably shyer with him and never once was the love-theme between them taken up in open words. Hale was reluctant, if only because she was still such a child, and if he took her hand or put his own on her wonderful head or his arm around her as they stood in the garden under the stars--he did it as to a child, though the leap in her eyes and the quickening of his own heart told him the lie that he was acting, rightly, to her and to himself. And no more now were there any breaking-downs within her--there was only a calm faith that staggered him and gave him an ever-mounting sense of his responsibility for whatever might, through the part he had taken in moulding her life, be in store for her.
When he was not there, life grew a little easier for her in time, because of her dreams, the patience that was built from them and Hale"s kindly words, the comfort of her garden and her books, and the blessed force of habit. For as time went on, she got consciously used to the rough life, the coa.r.s.e food and the rude ways of her own people and her own home. And though she relaxed not a bit in her own dainty cleanliness, the shrinking that she felt when she first arrived home, came to her at longer and longer intervals. Once a week she went down to Uncle Billy"s, where she watched the water-wheel dripping sun-jewels into the sluice, the kingfisher darting like a blue bolt upon his prey, and listening to the lullaby that the water played to the sleepy old mill--and stopping, both ways, to gossip with old Hon in her porch under the honeysuckle vines. Uncle Billy saw the change in her and he grew vaguely uneasy about her--she dreamed so much, she was at times so restless, she asked so many questions he could not answer, and she failed to ask so many that were on the tip of her tongue. He saw that while her body was at home, her thoughts rarely were; and it all haunted him with a vague sense that he was losing her. But old Hon laughed at him and told him he was an old fool and to "git another pair o" specs"
and maybe he could see that the "little gal" was in love. This startled Uncle Billy, for he was so like a father to June that he was as slow as a father in recognizing that his child has grown to such absurd maturity. But looking back to the beginning--how the little girl had talked of the "furriner" who had come into Lonesome Cove all during the six months he was gone; how gladly she had gone away to the Gap to school, how anxious she was to go still farther away again, and, remembering all the strange questions she asked him about things in the outside world of which he knew nothing--Uncle Billy shook his head in confirmation of his own conclusion, and with all his soul he wondered about Hale--what kind of a man he was and what his purpose was with June--and of every man who pa.s.sed his mill he never failed to ask if he knew "that ar man Hale" and what he knew. All he had heard had been in Hale"s favour, except from young Dave Tolliver, the Red Fox or from any Falin of the crowd, which Hale had prevented from capturing Dave.
Their statements bothered him--especially the Red Fox"s evil hints and insinuations about Hale"s purposes one day at the mill. The miller thought of them all the afternoon and all the way home, and when he sat down at his fire his eyes very naturally and simply rose to his old rifle over the door--and then he laughed to himself so loudly that old Hon heard him.
"Air you goin" crazy, Billy?" she asked. "Whut you studyin" "bout?"
"Nothin"; I was jest a-thinkin" Devil Judd wouldn"t leave a grease-spot of him."
"You AIR goin" crazy--who"s him?"
"Uh--n.o.body," said Uncle Billy, and old Hon turned with a shrug of her shoulders--she was tired of all this talk about the feud.
All that summer young Dave Tolliver hung around Lonesome Cove. He would sit for hours in Devil Judd"s cabin, rarely saying anything to June or to anybody, though the girl felt that she hardly made a move that he did not see, and while he disappeared when Hale came, after a surly grunt of acknowledgment to Hale"s cheerful greeting, his perpetual espionage began to anger June. Never, however, did he put himself into words until Hale"s last visit, when the summer had waned and it was nearly time for June to go away again to school. As usual, Dave had left the house when Hale came, and an hour after Hale was gone she went to the little ravine with a book in her hand, and there the boy was sitting on her log, his elbows dug into his legs midway between thigh and knee, his chin in his hands, his slouched hat over his black eyes--every line of him picturing angry, sullen dejection. She would have slipped away, but he heard her and lifted his head and stared at her without speaking. Then he slowly got off the log and sat down on a moss-covered stone.
""Scuse me," he said with elaborate sarcasm. "This bein" yo"
school-house over hyeh, an" me not bein" a scholar, I reckon I"m in your way."
"How do you happen to know hit"s my school-house?" asked June quietly.
"I"ve seed you hyeh."
"Jus" as I s"posed."
"You an" HIM."
"Jus" as I s"posed," she repeated, and a spot of red came into each cheek. "But we didn"t see YOU." Young Dave laughed.
"Well, everybody don"t always see me when I"m seein" them."
"No," she said unsteadily. "So, you"ve been sneakin" around through the woods a-spyin" on me--SNEAKIN" AN" SPYIN"," she repeated so searingly that Dave looked at the ground suddenly, picked up a pebble confusedly and shot it in the water.
"I had a mighty good reason," he said doggedly. "Ef he"d been up to some of his furrin" tricks---" June stamped the ground.
"Don"t you think I kin take keer o" myself?"
"No, I don"t. I never seed a gal that could--with one o" them furriners."
"Huh!" she said scornfully. "You seem to set a mighty big store by the decency of yo" own kin." Dave was silent. "He ain"t up to no tricks. An"
whut do you reckon Dad "ud be doin" while you was pertecting me?"
"Air ye goin" away to school?" he asked suddenly. June hesitated.
"Well, seein" as. .h.i.t"s none o" yo" business--I am."
"Air ye goin" to marry him?"
"He ain"t axed me." The boy"s face turned red as a flame.
"Ye air honest with me, an" now I"m goin" to be honest with you. You hain"t never goin" to marry him."
[Ill.u.s.tration: You hain"t never goin" to marry him.", 0242]
"Mebbe you think I"m goin" to marry YOU." A mist of rage swept before the lad"s eyes so that he could hardly see, but he repeated steadily:
"You hain"t goin" to marry HIM." June looked at the boy long and steadily, but his black eyes never wavered--she knew what he meant.
"An" he kept the Falins from killin" you," she said, quivering with indignation at the shame of him, but Dave went on unheeding:
"You pore little fool! Do ye reckon as how he"s EVER goin" to axe ye to marry him? Whut"s he sendin" you away fer? Because you hain"t good enough fer him! Whar"s yo" pride? You hain"t good enough fer him," he repeated scathingly. June had grown calm now.
"I know it," she said quietly, "but I"m goin" to try to be."
Dave rose then in impotent fury and pointed one finger at her. His black eyes gleamed like a demon"s and his voice was hoa.r.s.e with resolution and rage, but it was Tolliver against Tolliver now, and June answered him with contemptuous fearlessness.
"YOU HAIN"T NEVER GOIN" TO MARRY HIM."
"An" he kept the Falins from killin" ye."
"Yes," he retorted savagely at last, "an" I kept the Falins from killin"