"I feel like revenge," she said, trying to apply the "come along" to his arm.
When she exerted the pressure she cried out with pain, for she had succeeded only in hurting herself. Billy grinned at her futility. She dug her thumbs into his neck in imitation of the j.a.panese death touch, then gazed ruefully at the bent ends of her nails. She punched him smartly on the point of the chin, and again cried out, this time to the bruise of her knuckles.
"Well, this can"t hurt me," she gritted through her teeth, as she a.s.sailed his solar plexus with her doubled fists.
By this time he was in a roar of laughter. Under the sheaths of muscles that were as armor, the fatal nerve center remained impervious.
"Go on, do it some more," he urged, when she had given up, breathing heavily. "It feels fine, like you was ticklin" me with a feather."
"All right, Mister Man," she threatened balefully. "You can talk about your grips and death touches and all the rest, but that"s all man"s game. I know something that will beat them all, that will make a strong man as helpless as a baby. Wait a minute till I get it. There. Shut your eyes. Ready? I won"t be a second."
He waited with closed eyes, and then, softly as rose petals fluttering down, he felt her lips on his mouth.
"You win," he said in solemn ecstasy, and pa.s.sed his arms around her.
CHAPTER XIV
In the morning Billy went down town to pay for Hazel and Hattie. It was due to Saxon"s impatient desire to see them, that he seemed to take a remarkably long time about so simple a transaction. But she forgave him when he arrived with the two horses. .h.i.tched to the camping wagon.
"Had to borrow the harness," he said. "Pa.s.s Possum up and climb in, an"
I"ll show you the Double H Outfit, which is some outfit, I"m tellin"
you."
Saxon"s delight was unbounded and almost speechless as they drove out into the country behind the dappled chestnuts with the cream-colored tails and manes. The seat was upholstered, high-backed, and comfortable; and Billy raved about the wonders of the efficient brake. He trotted the team along the hard county road to show the standard-going in them, and put them up a steep earthroad, almost hub-deep with mud, to prove that the light Belgian sire was not wanting in their make-up.
When Saxon at last lapsed into complete silence, he studied her anxiously, with quick sidelong glances. She sighed and asked:
"When do you think we"ll be able to start?"
"Maybe in two weeks... or, maybe in two or three months." He sighed with solemn deliberation. "We"re like the Irishman with the trunk an" nothin"
to put in it. Here"s the wagon, here"s the horses, an" nothin" to pull.
I know a peach of a shotgun I can get, second-hand, eighteen dollars; but look at the bills we owe. Then there"s a new "22 Automatic rifle I want for you. An" a 30-30 I"ve had my eye on for deer. An" you want a good jointed pole as well as me. An" tackle costs like Sam Hill. An"
harness like I want will cost fifty bucks cold. An" the wagon ought to be painted. Then there"s pasture ropes, an" nose-bags, an" a harness punch, an" all such things. An" Hazel an" Hattie eatin" their heads off all the time we"re waitin". An" I "m just itchin" to be started myself."
He stopped abruptly and confusedly.
"Now, Billy, what have you got up your sleeve?--I can see it in your eyes," Saxon demanded and indicted in mixed metaphors.
"Well, Saxon, you see, it"s like this. Sandow ain"t satisfied. He"s madder "n a hatter. Never got one punch at me. Never had a chance to make a showin", an" he wants a return match. He"s blattin" around town that he can lick me with one hand tied behind "m, an" all that kind of hot air. Which ain"t the point. The point is, the fight-fans is wild to see a return-match. They didn"t get a run for their money last time.
They"ll fill the house. The managers has seen me already. That was why I was so long. They"s three hundred more waitin" on the tree for me to pick two weeks from last night if you"ll say the word. It"s just the same as I told you before. He"s my meat. He still thinks I "m a rube, an" that it was a fluke punch."
"But, Billy, you told me long ago that fighting took the silk out of you. That was why you"d quit it and stayed by teaming."
"Not this kind of fightin"," he answered. "I got this one all doped out.
I"ll let "m last till about the seventh. Not that it"ll be necessary, but just to give the audience a run for its money. Of course, I"ll get a lump or two, an" lose some skin. Then I"ll time "m to that gla.s.s jaw of his an" drop "m for the count. An" we"ll be all packed up, an" next mornin" we"ll pull out. What d"ye say? Aw, come on."
Sat.u.r.day night, two weeks later, Saxon ran to the door when the gate clicked. Billy looked tired. His hair was wet, his nose swollen, one cheek was puffed, there was skin missing from his ears, and both eyes were slightly bloodshot.
"I "m darned if that boy didn"t fool me," he said, as he placed the roll of gold pieces in her hand and sat down with her on his knees. "He"s some boy when he gets extended. Instead of stoppin" "m at the seventh, he kept me hustlin" till the fourteenth. Then I got "m the way I said.
It"s too bad he"s got a gla.s.s jaw. He"s quicker"n I thought, an" he"s got a wallop that made me mighty respectful from the second round--an"
the prettiest little chop an" come-again I ever saw. But that gla.s.s jaw!
He kept it in cotton wool till the fourteenth an" then I connected.
"--An", say. I "m mighty glad it did last fourteen rounds. I still got all my silk. I could see that easy. I wasn"t breathin" much, an" every round was fast. An" my legs was like iron. I could a-fought forty rounds. You see, I never said nothin", but I"ve been suspicious all the time after that beatin" the Chicago Terror gave me."
"Nonsense!--you would have known it long before now," Saxon cried. "Look at all your boxing, and wrestling, and running at Carmel."
"Nope." Billy shook his head with the conviction of utter knowledge.
"That"s different. It don"t take it outa you. You gotta be up against the real thing, fightin" for life, round after round, with a husky you know ain"t lost a thread of his silk yet--then, if you don"t blow up, if your legs is steady, an" your heart ain"t burstin", an" you ain"t wobbly at all, an" no signs of queer street in your head--why, then you know you still got all your silk. An" I got it, I got all mine, d"ye hear me, an" I ain"t goin" to risk it on no more fights. That"s straight. Easy money"s hardest in the end. From now on it"s horsebuyin" on commish, an"
you an" me on the road till we find that valley of the moon."
Next morning, early, they drove out of Ukiah. Possum sat on the seat between them, his rosy mouth agape with excitement. They had originally planned to cross over to the coast from Ukiah, but it was too early in the season for the soft earth-roads to be in shape after the winter rains; so they turned east, for Lake County, their route to extend north through the upper Sacramento Valley and across the mountains into Oregon. Then they would circle west to the coast, where the roads by that time would be in condition, and come down its length to the Golden Gate.
All the land was green and flower-sprinkled, and each tiny valley, as they entered the hills, was a garden.
"Huh!" Billy remarked scornfully to the general landscape. "They say a rollin" stone gathers no moss. Just the same this looks like some outfit we"ve gathered. Never had so much actual property in my life at one time--an" them was the days when I wasn"t rollin". h.e.l.l--even the furniture wasn"t ourn. Only the clothes we stood up in, an" some old socks an" things."
Saxon reached out and touched his hand, and he knew that it was a hand that loved his hand.
"I"ve only one regret," she said. "You"ve earned it all yourself. I"ve had nothing to do with it."
"Huh!--you"ve had everything to do with it. You"re like my second in a fight. You keep me happy an" in condition. A man can"t fight without a good second to take care of him. h.e.l.l, I wouldn"t a-ben here if it wasn"t for you. You made me pull up stakes an" head out. Why, if it hadn"t been for you I"d a-drunk myself dead an" rotten by this time, or had my neck stretched at San Quentin over hittin" some scab too hard or something or other. An" look at me now. Look at that roll of greenbacks"--he tapped his breast--"to buy the Boss some horses. Why, we"re takin" an unendin" vacation, an" makin" a good livin" at the same time. An" one more trade I got--horse-buyin" for Oakland. If I show I"ve got the savve, an" I have, all the Frisco firms"ll be after me to buy for them. An" it"s all your fault. You"re my Tonic Kid all right, all right, an" if Possum wasn"t lookin", I"d--well, who cares if he does look?"
And Billy leaned toward her sidewise and kissed her.
The way grew hard and rocky as they began to climb, but the divide was an easy one, and they soon dropped down the canyon of the Blue Lakes among lush fields of golden poppies. In the bottom of the canyon lay a wandering sheet of water of intensest blue. Ahead, the folds of hills interlaced the distance, with a remote blue mountain rising in the center of the picture.
They asked questions of a handsome, black-eyed man with curly gray hair, who talked to them in a German accent, while a cheery-faced woman smiled down at them out of a trellised high window of the Swiss cottage perched on the bank. Billy watered the horses at a pretty hotel farther on, where the proprietor came out and talked and told him he had built it himself, according to the plans of the black-eyed man with the curly gray hair, who was a San Francisco architect.
"Goin" up, goin" up," Billy chortled, as they drove on through the winding hills past another lake of intensest blue. "D"ye notice the difference in our treatment already between ridin" an" walkin" with packs on our backs? With Hazel an" Hattie an" Saxon an" Possum, an"
yours truly, an" this high-toned wagon, folks most likely take us for millionaires out on a lark."
The way widened. Broad, oak-studded pastures with grazing livestock lay on either hand. Then Clear Lake opened before them like an inland sea, flecked with little squalls and flaws of wind from the high mountains on the northern slopes of which still glistened white snow patches.
"I"ve heard Mrs. Hazard rave about Lake Geneva," Saxon recalled; "but I wonder if it is more beautiful than this."
"That architect fellow called this the California Alps, you remember,"
Billy confirmed. "An" if I don"t mistake, that"s Lakeport showin" up ahead. An" all wild country, an" no railroads."
"And no moon valleys here," Saxon criticized. "But it is beautiful, oh, so beautiful."
"Hotter"n h.e.l.l in the dead of summer, I"ll bet," was Billy"s opinion.
"Nope, the country we"re lookin" for lies nearer the coast. Just the same it is beautiful... like a picture on the wall. What d"ye say we stop off an" go for a swim this afternoon?"
Ten days later they drove into Williams, in Colusa County, and for the first time again encountered a railroad. Billy was looking for it, for the reason that at the rear of the wagon walked two magnificent work-horses which he had picked up for shipment to Oakland.