CHAPTER VIII
The music stopped at the end of the waltz, leaving Billy and Saxon at the big entrance doorway of the ballroom. Her hand rested lightly on his arm, and they were promenading on to find seats, when Charley Long, evidently just arrived, thrust his way in front of them.
"So you"re the b.u.t.tinsky, eh?" he demanded, his face malignant with pa.s.sion and menace.
"Who?--me?" Billy queried gently. "Some mistake, sport. I never b.u.t.t in."
"You"re goin" to get your head beaten off if you don"t make yourself scarce pretty lively."
"I wouldn"t want that to happen for the world," Billy drawled. "Come on, Saxon. This neighborhood"s unhealthy for us."
He started to go on with her, but Long thrust in front again.
"You"re too fresh to keep, young fellow," he snarled. "You need saltin"
down. D"ye get me?"
Billy scratched his head, on his face exaggerated puzzlement.
"No, I don"t get you," he said. "Now just what was it you said?"
But the big blacksmith turned contemptuously away from him to Saxon.
"Come here, you. Let"s see your program."
"Do you want to dance with him?" Billy asked.
She shook her head.
"Sorry, sport, nothin" doin"," Billy said, again making to start on.
For the third time the blacksmith blocked the way.
"Get off your foot," said Billy. "You"re standin" on it."
Long all but sprang upon him, his hands clenched, one arm just starting back for the punch while at the same instant shoulders and chest were coming forward. But he restrained himself at sight of Billy"s unstartled body and cold and cloudy eyes. He had made no move of mind or muscle.
It was as if he were unaware of the threatened attack. All of which const.i.tuted a new thing in Long"s experience.
"Maybe you don"t know who I am," he bullied.
"Yep, I do," Billy answered airily. "You"re a record-breaker at rough-housin"." (Here Long"s face showed pleasure.) "You ought to have the Police Gazette diamond belt for rough-housin" baby buggies". I guess there ain"t a one you"re afraid to tackle."
"Leave "m alone, Charley," advised one of the young men who had crowded about them. "He"s Bill Roberts, the fighter. You know"m. Big Bill."
"I don"t care if he"s Jim Jeffries. He can"t b.u.t.t in on me this way."
Nevertheless it was noticeable, even to Saxon, that the fire had gone out of his fierceness. Billy"s name seemed to have a quieting effect on obstreperous males.
"Do you know him?" Billy asked her.
She signified yes with her eyes, though it seemed she must cry out a thousand things against this man who so steadfastly persecuted her.
Billy turned to the blacksmith.
"Look here, sport, you don"t want trouble with me. I"ve got your number.
Besides, what do we want to fight for? Hasn"t she got a say so in the matter?"
"No, she hasn"t. This is my affair an" yourn."
Billy shook his head slowly. "No; you"re in wrong. I think she has a say in the matter."
"Well, say it then," Long snarled at Saxon, "who"re you goin" to go with?--me or him? Let"s get it settled."
For reply, Saxon reached her free hand over to the hand that rested on Billy"s arm.
"Nuff said," was Billy"s remark.
Long glared at Saxon, then transferred the glare to her protector.
"I"ve a good mind to mix it with you anyway," Long gritted through his teeth.
Saxon was elated as they started to move away. Lily Sanderson"s fate had not been hers, and her wonderful man-boy, without the threat of a blow, slow of speech and imperturbable, had conquered the big blacksmith.
"He"s forced himself upon me all the time," she whispered to Billy.
"He"s tried to run me, and beaten up every man that came near me. I never want to see him again."
Billy halted immediately. Long, who was reluctantly moving to get out of the way, also halted.
"She says she don"t want anything more to do with you," Billy said to him. "An" what she says goes. If I get a whisper any time that you"ve been botherin" her, I"ll attend to your case. D"ye get that?"
Long glowered and remained silent.
"D"ye get that?" Billy repeated, more imperatively.
A growl of a.s.sent came from the blacksmith
"All right, then. See you remember it. An" now get outa the way or I"ll walk over you."
Long slunk back, muttering inarticulate threats, and Saxon moved on as in a dream. Charley Long had taken water. He had been afraid of this smooth-skinned, blue-eyed boy. She was quit of him--something no other man had dared attempt for her. And Billy had liked her better than Lily Sanderson.
Twice Saxon tried to tell Billy the details of her acquaintance with Long, but each time was put off.
"I don"t care a rap about it," Billy said the second time. "You"re here, ain"t you?"
But she insisted, and when, worked up and angry by the recital, she had finished, he patted her hand soothingly.
"It"s all right, Saxon," he said. "He"s just a big stiff. I took his measure as soon as I looked at him. He won"t bother you again. I know his kind. He"s a dog. Roughhouse? He couldn"t rough-house a milk wagon."
"But how do you do it?" she asked breathlessly. "Why are men so afraid of you? You"re just wonderful."
He smiled in an embarra.s.sed way and changed the subject.