Next day Allie showed an almost imperceptible improvement. It might have been Neale"s imagination leading him to believe that there were really grounds for hope. The trapper and the cowboy could not get any response from her, but there was certain proof that he could. The conviction moved him to deep emotion.
An hour before sunset Neale decided to depart, and told Larry to get the horses. Then he went to Allie, undecided what to say, feeling that he must have tortured her this day with his ceaseless importunities.
How small the chance that he might again awaken the springs of life interest. Yet the desire was strong within him to try.
"Allie." He repeated her name before she heard him. Then she looked up.
The depths--the tragic lonesomeness--of her eyes--haunted Neale.
"I"m going back. I"ll come again soon."
She made a quick movement--seized his arm. He remembered the close, tight grip of her hands.
"Don"t go!" she implored. Black fear stared out of her eyes.
Neale was thunderstruck at the suddenness of her speech--at its intensity. Also he felt an unfamiliar kind of joy. He began to explain that he must return to work, that he would soon come to see her again; but even as he talked she faded back into that dull and somber apathy.
Neale rode away with only one conviction gained from the developments of the two days; it was that he would be restless and haunted until he could go to her again. Something big and moving--something equal to his ambition for his work on the great railroad--had risen in him and would not be denied.
7
Neale rode to Slingerland"s cabin twice during the ensuing fortnight, but did not note any improvement in Allie"s condition or demeanor. The trapper, however, a.s.sured Neale that she was gradually gaining a little and taking some slight interest in things; he said that if Neale could only spend enough time there the girl might recover. This made Neale thoughtful.
General Lodge and his staff had decided to station several engineers in camp along the line of the railroad for the purpose of studying the drift of snow. It was important that all information possible should be obtained during the next few winters. There would be severe hardships attached to this work, but Neale volunteered to serve, and the chief complimented him warmly. He was to study the action of the snowdrift along Sherman Pa.s.s.
Upon his next visit to Slingerland Neale had the project soberly in mind and meant to broach it upon the first opportunity.
This morning, when Neale and King rode up to the cabin, Allie did not appear as upon the last occasion of their arrival. Neale missed her.
Slingerland came out with his usual welcome.
"Where"s Allie?" asked Neale.
"Wal, she went in jest now. She saw you comin" an" then run in to hide, I reckon. Girls is queer critters."
"She watched for me--for us--and then ran?" queried Neale, curiously.
"Wal, she ain"t done nothin" but watch fer you since you went away last.
An", son, thet"s a new wrinkle fer Allie, An" run? Wal, like a skeered deer."
"Wonder what that means?" pondered Neale. Whatever it meant, it sent a little tingle of pleasure along his pulses. "Red, I want to have a serious talk with Slingerland," he announced, thoughtfully.
"Sh.o.r.e; go ahaid an" talk," drawled the Southerner, as he slipped his saddle and turned his horse loose with a slap on the flank. "I reckon I"ll take a gun an" stroll off fer a while."
Neale led the trapper aside to a shady spot under the pines and there unburdened himself of his plan for the winter.
"Son, you"ll freeze to death!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the trapper.
"I must build a cabin, of course, and prepare for severe weather,"
replied Neale.
Slingerland shook his s.h.a.ggy head. "I reckon you ain"t knowin" these winters hyar as I know them. But thet long ridge you call Sherman Pa.s.s--it ain"t so fur we couldn"t get thar on snow-shoes except in the wust weather. I reckon you can stay with me hyar."
"Good!" exclaimed Neale. "And now about Allie."
"Wal, what about her?"
"Shall I leave her here or send her back to Omaha with the first caravan, or let her go to Fort Fetterman with the troops?"
"Son, she"s your charge, but I say leave her hyar, "specially now you can be with us. She"d die or go crazy if you sent her. Why, she won"t even say if she"s got a livin" relation. I reckon she hain"t. She"d be better hyar. I"ve come to be fond of Allie. She"s strange. She"s like a spirit. But she"s more human lately."
"I"m glad you say that, Slingerland," replied Neale. "What to do about her had worried me. I"ll decide right now. I"ll leave her with you, and I hope to Heaven I"m doing best by her."
"Wal, she ain"t strong enough to travel fur. We didn"t think of thet."
"That settles it, then," said Neale, in relief. "Time enough to decide when she is well again.... Tell me about her."
"Son, thar"s nuthin" to tell. She"s done jest the same, except fer thet takin" to watchin" fer you. Reckon thet means a good deal."
"What?"
"Wal, I don"t figger girls as well as I do other critters," answered Slingerland, reflectively. "But I"d say Allie shows interest in you."
"Slingerland! You don"t mean she--she cares for me?" demanded Neale.
"I don"t know. Mebbe not. Mebbe she"s beyond carin". But I believe you an" thet red memory of b.l.o.o.d.y death air all she ever thinks of. An"
mostly of it."
"Then it"ll be a fight between me and that memory?"
"So I take it, son. But recollect I ain"t no mind-doctor. I jest feel you could make her fergit thet h.e.l.l if you tried hard enough."
"I"ll try--hard as I can," replied Neale, resolutely, yet with a certain softness. "I"m sorry for her. I saved her. Why shouldn"t I do everything possible?"
"Wal, she"s alone."
"No, Allie has friends--you and King and me. That"s three."
"Son, I reckon you don"t figger me. Listen. You"re a fine, strappin"
young feller an" good-lookin". More "n thet, you"ve got some--some quality like an Injun"s--thet you can feel but can"t tell about. You needn"t be insulted, fer I know Injuns thet beat white men holler fer all thet"s n.o.ble. Anyway, you attract. An" now if you keep on with all thet--thet--wal, usin" yourself to make Allie fergit the b.l.o.o.d.y murder of all she loved, to make her mind clear again--why, sooner or later she"s a-goin" to breathe an" live through you. Jest as a flower lives offen the sun. Thet"s all, I reckon."
Neale"s bronze cheek had paled a little. "Well, if that"s all, that"s easy," he replied, with a cool, bright smile which showed the latent spirit in him. "If it"s only that--why she can have me.... Slingerland, I"ve no ties now. The last one was broken when my mother died--not long ago. I"m alone, too.... I"d do as much for any innocent girl--but for this poor child Allie--whose life I saved--I"d do anything."
Slingerland shoved out a h.o.r.n.y hand and made a giant grip express what evidently just then he could not express in speech.
Upon returning to the cabin they found Allie had left her room. From appearances Neale concluded that she had made little use of the things he had brought her. He was conscious of something akin to impatience.
He was not sure what he did feel. The situation had subtly changed and grown, all in that brief talk with Slingerland. Neale slowly walked out toward the brook, where he expected to find her. It struck him suddenly that if she had watched for him all week and had run when he came, then she must have wanted to see him, but was afraid or shy or perverse. How like any girl! Possibly in the week past she had unconsciously grown a little away from her grief.