Saxon waited with well-concealed anxiety when the letter was finished.
Billy, stretched out, leaning on one elbow, blew a meditative ring of smoke. His cheap workshirt, incongruously brilliant with the gold of the medals that flashed in the firelight, was open in front, showing the smooth skin and splendid swell of chest. He glanced around--at the blankets bowered in a green screen and waiting, at the campfire and the blackened, battered coffee pot, at the well-worn hatchet, half buried in a tree trunk, and lastly at Saxon. His eyes embraced her; then into them came a slow expression of inquiry. But she offered no help.
"Well," he uttered finally, "all you gotta do is write Bud Strothers, an" tell "m not on the Boss"s ugly tintype.--An" while you"re about it, I"ll send "m the money to get my watch out. You work out the interest.
The overcoat can stay there an" rot."
But they did not prosper in the interior heat. They lost weight. The resilience went out of their minds and bodies. As Billy expressed it, their silk was frazzled. So they shouldered their packs and headed west across the wild mountains. In the Berryessa Valley, the shimmering heat waves made their eyes ache, and their heads; so that they traveled on in the early morning and late afternoon. Still west they headed, over more mountains, to beautiful Napa Valley. The next valley beyond was Sonoma, where Hastings had invited them to his ranch. And here they would have gone, had not Billy chanced upon a newspaper item which told of the writer"s departure to cover some revolution that was breaking out somewhere in Mexico.
"We"ll see "m later on," Billy said, as they turned northwest, through the vineyards and orchards of Napa Valley. "We"re like that millionaire Bert used to sing about, except it"s time that we"ve got to burn. Any direction is as good as any other, only west is best."
Three times in the Napa Valley Billy refused work. Past St. Helena, Saxon hailed with joy the unmistakable redwoods they could see growing up the small canyons that penetrated the western wall of the valley.
At Calistoga, at the end of the railroad, they saw the six-horse stages leaving for Middletown and Lower Lake. They debated their route. That way led to Lake County and not toward the coast, so Saxon and Billy swung west through the mountains to the valley of the Russian River, coming out at Healdsburg. They lingered in the hop-fields on the rich bottoms, where Billy scorned to pick hops alongside of Indians, j.a.panese, and Chinese.
"I couldn"t work alongside of "em an hour before I"d be knockin" their blocks off," he explained. "Besides, this Russian River"s some nifty.
Let"s pitch camp and go swimmin"."
So they idled their way north up the broad, fertile valley, so happy that they forgot that work was ever necessary, while the valley of the moon was a golden dream, remote, but sure, some day of realization.
At Cloverdale, Billy fell into luck. A combination of sickness and mischance found the stage stables short a driver. Each day the train disgorged pa.s.sengers for the Geysers, and Billy, as if accustomed to it all his life, took the reins of six horses and drove a full load over the mountains in stage time. The second trip he had Saxon beside him on the high boxseat. By the end of two weeks the regular driver was back.
Billy declined a stable-job, took his wages, and continued north.
Saxon had adopted a fox terrier puppy and named him Possum, after the dog Mrs. Hastings had told them about. So young was he that he quickly became footsore, and she carried him until Billy perched him on top of his pack and grumbled that Possum was chewing his back hair to a frazzle.
They pa.s.sed through the painted vineyards of Asti at the end of the grape-picking, and entered Ukiah drenched to the skin by the first winter rain.
"Say," Billy said, "you remember the way the Roamer just skated along.
Well, this summer"s done the same thing--gone by on wheels. An" now it"s up to us to find some place to winter. This Ukiah looks like a pretty good burg. We"ll get a room to-night an" dry out. An" to-morrow I"ll hustle around to the stables, an" if I locate anything we can rent a shack an" have all winter to think about where we"ll go next year."
CHAPTER XIII
The winter proved much less exciting than the one spent in Carmel, and keenly as Saxon had appreciated the Carmel folk, she now appreciated them more keenly than ever. In Ukiah she formed nothing more than superficial acquaintances. Here people were more like those of the working cla.s.s she had known in Oakland, or else they were merely wealthy and herded together in automobiles. There was no democratic artist-colony that pursued fellowship disregardful of the caste of wealth.
Yet it was a more enjoyable winter than any she had spent in Oakland.
Billy had failed to get regular employment; so she saw much of him, and they lived a prosperous and happy hand-to-mouth existence in the tiny cottage they rented. As extra man at the biggest livery stable, Billy"s spare time was so great that he drifted into horse-trading. It was hazardous, and more than once he was broke, but the table never wanted for the best of steak and coffee, nor did they stint themselves for clothes.
"Them blamed farmers--I gotta pa.s.s it to "em," Billy grinned one day, when he had been particularly bested in a horse deal. "They won"t tear under the wings, the sons of guns. In the summer they take in boarders, an" in the winter they make a good livin" doin" each other up at tradin"
horses. An" I just want to tell YOU, Saxon, they"ve sure shown me a few.
An" I "m gettin" tough under the wings myself. I"ll never tear again so as you can notice it. Which means one more trade learned for yours truly. I can make a livin" anywhere now tradin" horses."
Often Billy had Saxon out on spare saddle horses from the stable, and his horse deals took them on many trips into the surrounding country.
Likewise she was with him when he was driving horses to sell on commission; and in both their minds, independently, arose a new idea concerning their pilgrimage. Billy was the first to broach it.
"I run into an outfit the other day, that"s stored in town," he said, "an" it"s kept me thinkin" ever since. Ain"t no use tryin" to get you to guess it, because you can"t. I"ll tell you--the swellest wagon-campin"
outfit anybody ever heard of. First of all, the wagon"s a peacherino.
Strong as they make "em. It was made to order, upon Puget Sound, an" it was tested out all the way down here. No load an" no road can strain it.
The guy had consumption that had it built. A doctor an" a cook traveled with "m till he pa.s.sed in his checks here in Ukiah two years ago. But say--if you could see it. Every kind of a contrivance--a place for everything--a regular home on wheels. Now, if we could get that, an" a couple of plugs, we could travel like kings, an" laugh at the weather."
"Oh! Billy! it"s just what I"ve been dreamin" all winter. It would be ideal. And... well, sometimes on the road I "m sure you can"t help forgetting what a nice little wife you"ve got... and with a wagon I could have all kinds of pretty clothes along."
Billy"s blue eyes glowed a caress, cloudy and warm; as he said quietly:
"I"ve ben thinkin" about that."
"And you can carry a rifle and shotgun and fishing poles and everything," she rushed along. "And a good big axe, man-size, instead of that hatchet you"re always complaining about. And Possum can lift up his legs and rest. And--but suppose you can"t buy it? How much do they want?"
"One hundred an" fifty big bucks," he answered. "But dirt cheap at that.
It"s givin" it away. I tell you that rig wasn"t built for a cent less than four hundred, an" I know wagon-work in the dark. Now, if I can put through that d.i.c.ker with Caswell"s six horses--say, I just got onto that horse-buyer to-day. If he buys "em, who d"ye think he"ll ship "em to?
To the Boss, right to the West Oakland stables. I "m goin" to get you to write to him. Travelin", as we"re goin" to, I can pick up bargains. An"
if the Boss"ll talk, I can make the regular horse-buyer"s commissions.
He"ll have to trust me with a lot of money, though, which most likely he won"t, knowin" all his scabs I beat up."
"If he could trust you to run his stable, I guess he isn"t afraid to let you handle his money," Saxon said.
Billy shrugged his shoulders in modest dubiousness.
"Well, anyway, as I was sayin" if I can sell Caswell"s six horses, why, we can stand off this month"s bills an" buy the wagon."
"But horses!" Saxon queried anxiously.
"They"ll come later--if I have to take a regular job for two or three months. The only trouble with that "d be that it"d run us pretty well along into summer before we could pull out. But come on down town an"
I"ll show you the outfit right now."
Saxon saw the wagon and was so infatuated with it that she lost a night"s sleep from sheer insomnia of antic.i.p.ation. Then Caswell"s six horses were sold, the month"s bills held over, and the wagon became theirs. One rainy morning, two weeks later, Billy had scarcely left the house, to be gone on an all-day trip into the country after horses, when he was back again.
"Come on!" he called to Saxon from the street. "Get your things on an"
come along. I want to show you something."
He drove down town to a board stable, and took her through to a large, roofed inclosure in the rear. There he led to her a span of st.u.r.dy dappled chestnuts, with cream-colored manes and tails.
"Oh, the beauties! the beauties!" Saxon cried, resting her cheek against the velvet muzzle of one, while the other roguishly nuzzled for a share.
"Ain"t they, though?" Billy reveled, leading them up and down before her admiring gaze. "Thirteen hundred an" fifty each, an" they don"t look the weight, they"re that slick put together. I couldn"t believe it myself, till I put "em on the scales. Twenty-seven hundred an" seven pounds, the two of "em. An" I tried "em out--that was two days ago. Good dispositions, no faults, an" true-pullers, automobile broke an" all the rest. I"d back "em to out-pull any team of their weight I ever seen.--Say, how"d they look hooked up to that wagon of ourn?"
Saxon visioned the picture, and shook her head slowly in a reaction of regret.
"Three hundred spot cash buys "em," Billy went on. "An" that"s bed-rock.
The owner wants the money so bad he"s droolin" for it. Just gotta sell, an" sell quick. An" Saxon, honest to G.o.d, that pair"d fetch five hundred at auction down in the city. Both mares, full sisters, five an" six years old, registered Belgian sire, out of a heavy standard-bred mare that I know. Three hundred takes "em, an" I got the refusal for three days."
Saxon"s regret changed to indignation.
"Oh, why did you show them to me? We haven"t any three hundred, and you know it. All I"ve got in the house is six dollars, and you haven"t that much."
"Maybe you think that"s all I brought you down town for," he replied enigmatically. "Well, it ain"t."
He paused, licked his lips, and shifted his weight uneasily from one leg to the other.
"Now you listen till I get all done before you say anything. Ready?"