She drew closer to Billy, and her hand, pa.s.sed around his arm, sought his hand.
"Oh, Billy," she sighed. "I"d just die of happiness in a place like that." And, when the film was ended. "We got lots of time for Bell"s.
Let"s stay and see that one over again."
They sat through a repet.i.tion of the performance, and when the farm yard scene appeared, the longer Saxon looked at it the more it affected her. And this time she took in further details. She saw fields beyond, rolling hills in the background, and a cloud-flecked sky. She identified some of the chickens, especially an obstreperous old hen who resented the thrust of the sow"s muzzle, particularly pecked at the little pigs, and laid about her with a vengeance when the grain fell. Saxon looked back across the fields to the hills and sky, breathing the s.p.a.ciousness of it, the freedom, the content. Tears welled into her eyes and she wept silently, happily.
"I know a trick that"d fix that old horse if he ever clamped his tail down on me," Billy whispered.
"Now I know where we"re going when we leave Oakland," she informed him.
"Where?"
"There."
He looked at her, and followed her gaze to the screen. "Oh," he said, and cogitated. "An" why shouldn"t we?" he added.
"Oh, Billy, will you?"
Her lips trembled in her eagerness, and her whisper broke and was almost inaudible "Sure," he said. It was his day of royal largess.
"What you want is yourn, an" I"ll scratch my fingers off for it. An"
I"ve always had a hankerin" for the country myself. Say! I"ve known horses like that to sell for half the price, an" I can sure cure "em of the habit."
CHAPTER XVIII
It was early evening when they got off the car at Seventh and Pine on their way home from Bell"s Theater. Billy and Saxon did their little marketing together, then separated at the corner, Saxon to go on to the house and prepare supper, Billy to go and see the boys--the teamsters who had fought on in the strike during his month of retirement.
"Take care of yourself, Billy," she called, as he started off.
"Sure," he answered, turning his face to her over his shoulder.
Her heart leaped at the smile. It was his old, unsullied love-smile which she wanted always to see on his face--for which, armed with her own wisdom and the wisdom of Mercedes, she would wage the utmost woman"s war to possess. A thought of this flashed brightly through her brain, and it was with a proud little smile that she remembered all her pretty equipment stored at home in the bureau and the chest of drawers.
Three-quarters of an hour later, supper ready, all but the putting on of the lamb chops at the sound of his step, Saxon waited. She heard the gate click, but instead of his step she heard a curious and confused sc.r.a.ping of many steps. She flew to open the door. Billy stood there, but a different Billy from the one she had parted from so short a time before. A small boy, beside him, held his hat. His face had been fresh-washed, or, rather, drenched, for his shirt and shoulders were wet. His pale hair lay damp and plastered against his forehead, and was darkened by oozing blood. Both arms hung limply by his side. But his face was composed, and he even grinned.
"It"s all right," he rea.s.sured Saxon. "The joke"s on me. Somewhat damaged but still in the ring." He stepped gingerly across the threshold. "--Come on in, you fellows. We"re all mutts together."
He was followed in by the boy with his hat, by Bud Strothers and another teamster she knew, and by two strangers. The latter were big, hard-featured, sheepish-faced men, who stared at Saxon as if afraid of her.
"It"s all right, Saxon," Billy began, but was interrupted by Bud.
"First thing is to get him on the bed an" cut his clothes off him. Both arms is broke, and here are the ginks that done it."
He indicated the two strangers, who shuffled their feet with embarra.s.sment and looked more sheepish than ever.
Billy sat down on the bed, and while Saxon held the lamp, Bud and the strangers proceeded to cut coat, shirt, and undershirt from him.
"He wouldn"t go to the receivin" hospital," Bud said to Saxon.
"Not on your life," Billy concurred. "I had "em send for Doc Hentley.
He"ll be here any minute. Them two arms is all I got. They"ve done pretty well by me, an" I gotta do the same by them.--No medical students a-learnin" their trade on me."
"But how did it happen?" Saxon demanded, looking from Billy to the two strangers, puzzled by the amity that so evidently existed among them all.
"Oh, they"re all right," Billy dashed in. "They done it through mistake.
They"re Frisco teamsters, an" they come over to help us--a lot of "em."
The two teamsters seemed to cheer up at this, and nodded their heads.
"Yes, missus," one of them rumbled hoa.r.s.ely. "It"s all a mistake, an"...
well, the joke"s on us."
"The drinks, anyway," Billy grinned.
Not only was Saxon not excited, but she was scarcely perturbed. What had happened was only to be expected.
It was in line with all that Oakland had already done to her and hers, and, besides, Billy was not dangerously hurt. Broken arms and a sore head would heal. She brought chairs and seated everybody.
"Now tell me what happened," she begged. "I"m all at sea, what of you two burleys breaking my husband"s arms, then seeing him home and holding a love-fest with him."
"An" you got a right," Bud Strothers a.s.sured her. "You see, it happened this way--"
"You shut up, Bud," Billy broke it. "You didn"t see anything of it."
Saxon looked to the San Francisco teamsters.
"We"d come over to lend a hand, seein" as the Oakland boys was gettin"
some the short end of it," one spoke up, "an" we"ve sure learned some scabs there"s better trades than drivin" team. Well, me an" Jackson here was nosin" around to see what we can see, when your husband comes moseyin" along. When he--"
"Hold on," Jackson interrupted. "Get it straight as you go along. We reckon we know the boys by sight. But your husband we ain"t never seen around, him bein"..."
"As you might say, put away for a while," the first teamster took up the tale. "So, when we sees what we thinks is a scab dodgin" away from us an" takin" the shortcut through the alley--"
"The alley back of Campbell"s grocery," Billy elucidated.
"Yep, back of the grocery," the first teamster went on; "why, we"re sure he"s one of them squarehead scabs, hired through Murray an" Ready, makin" a sneak to get into the stables over the back fences."
"We caught one there, Billy an" me," Bud interpolated.
"So we don"t waste any time," Jackson said, addressing himself to Saxon.
"We"ve done it before, an" we know how to do "em up brown an" tie "em with baby ribbon. So we catch your husband right in the alley."
"I was lookin" for Bud," said Billy. "The boys told me I"d find him somewhere around the other end of the alley. An" the first thing I know, Jackson, here, asks me for a match."
"An" right there"s where I get in my fine work," resumed the first teamster.