In such emergencies as this, where a creature of coa.r.s.er fibre would fail, Molly"s hereditary fineness of instinct stood her in good stead.
She saw intuitively the att.i.tude she should take. In the first place, she held herself in the background, left the lead to others, behaved as if she suspected herself of being an intruder; so that the men suddenly felt themselves very paternal and adoptive.
In the second place, she encouraged them to show off; which they did with the utmost heartiness. The first embarra.s.sment wore away before long, and Molly took her place in the corner of the bar with the tacit approval of every man in the room.
The remainder of the evening was enjoyable. Some features of it would scarcely have impressed a refined Easterner favorably, for these were rough men, with crude tastes and pa.s.sions. Once having accepted the girl as one of themselves, they lapsed to some extent, though not entirely, into their accustomed manner. It is a little difficult sometimes to interpret the West in terms of the East. An act which in the older country would be significant of too licensed freedom, on the frontier is a matter of course. Everything depends on the point of view and the att.i.tude of mind.
Around Molly Lafond seethed a constantly changing group of men. They joked boisterously at one another and at her. The standard of wit was the saying of insulting things with a laugh that showed that the remark held in itself something of facetious sarcasm. Through thinner skins it would have bitten cruelly. Behind this lively group sat another, more silent, smoking the amused pipe of contemplation, all alert to the chances of conversational battle, ready to jump up and enter the lists whenever a bright idea suggested itself. In the corner just behind the bar, lurked Black Mike, keeping a sinister eye on Frosty"s dispensations. The faro dealer called his cards imperturbably over his scantily patronized game. Occasionally someone, glowing with the good-natured excitement of jesting, would break away from the laughing group, and, standing the while, would stake a few red chips on a turn or so of the cards.
Peter, obsessed of some sudden and doggish affection, ceased his restless wanderings. He took up his position, resting on one hip, both hind legs to one side, directly beneath Molly"s feet. There his s.h.a.ggy head was of such a height that the girl could just reach it with the point of her shoe. From time to time, when the exigency demanded such a pose, she looked down prettily, and stirred the animal"s b.u.t.ton ears with her little foot. On such occasions Peter gravely rolled his eyes upward and wriggled his stump of a tail.
A young fellow by the name of Dave Kelly stood nearest her. He was a handsome young fellow, with a laughing boyish face. As time went on, he became more and more elated and sure of himself. Occasionally, when the press of men behind would push him forward, he would reach across the girl to regain his balance. Once he put his hand lightly on the point of her shoulder. He paused, with a strange delicious thrill at the feel of the round young arm under the loose stuff of the gown, which slipped beneath his grasp to emphasize the smoothness of the skin. Aware of the touch, she looked toward him for a minute, laughing. Somehow it gave him a strange feeling of intimacy with her, inexplicable, subtle. Without knowing why he did so, he felt his own shoulder underneath his loose flannel shirt. It gave the same impression, only rougher, coa.r.s.er.
There suddenly sprang into his mind a sense of physical kinship between himself and her. He took frequent opportunities of repeating the contact, always lightly, always with the same delicious thrill. At each touch the girl turned to him for a vaguely smiling instant. She was absorbed in the men about her. The youth at her side had fallen silent, but her good nature extended to everybody.
Late in the evening somebody suggested that Frosty had been singularly unemployed. Gla.s.ses were filled. Molly"s was handed to her.
"I don"t want any," said she.
"It"ll do y" good," "Try her," "Aw, come on!" urged a dozen voices.
She sipped a little. It tasted to her like liquid fire, with a strange gagging property as it reached the region of the epiglottis. She sputtered and choked.
"Ugh!" she shuddered. "Ugh! I couldn"t get a gla.s.s of that stuff down if it killed me." She shut her eyes and shivered with a pretty disgust. "I simply can"t," she repeated.
"Ain"t ye got anything else, Frosty?" they cried reproachfully. "That stuff"s purty rank fer a lady, that"s right. Skirmish around thar, an"
see what y" kin discover."
Frosty skirmished around, and finally bobbed up, red-faced, with a bottle of some light wine. Molly drank this slowly, with little more satisfaction. Some people never care for the taste of anything with alcohol in it, and the cheap wine had more than the suspicion of a wire edge. But she liked the warm glow that followed, and she found that in a moment or so she was much pleased with herself.
"Give me another of those," she smiled to Frosty, holding out the empty gla.s.s. The men chuckled. This was something like.
Molly drank the other gla.s.s. In a few minutes she felt sleepy. "I"m going to turn in," she said abruptly, and slid down on the unsuspecting Peter. They disentangled the trouble with merriment. Molly consoled Peter. The room was full of noise and light.
"May I take you over?" Kelly was asking in her ear. She nodded a.s.sent.
The other men looked chagrined. It had not occurred to them.
Dave Kelly and Molly stepped gayly from the heated, garish saloon into the still night. The contrast made them feel yet gayer. They remarked on the stars and the moon, to do which it became necessary to look upward and slacken their steps. He was very close to her. He slipped his arm about her waist, his great hand resting firmly beneath her small bust, and they stumbled on together in breathless silence. He felt very bold and elated and happy.
Suddenly she looked down with an air of mock surprise. "What is this?"
she cried, lifting one of Dave"s fingers and letting it fall. "Why, it looks like your hand!"
"That"s so!" grinned Dave.
"I wonder how that could have got there!"
Dave, finding himself unequal to persiflage, made no reply. She nestled up to him a little and sighed. She liked it. She had not the slightest idea that there was anything out of the way in it. Why should she? Morals, as we understand them, she had never been taught.
They slowly approached the wagon, which during the day had been dragged to a less conspicuous but more distant locality.
Ah, Molly, Molly, those wings are very tired!
At the moment when Kelly first pressed the girl to him, he experienced a sudden lessening of her charm. It was not that she was less feminine, or that, in his eyes, she had lost any moral excellence by her easy surrender. Dave had probably as rudimentary ideas of the finer moralities as Molly herself. But one very definite element of her attraction had been given up--that of mystery, of remoteness, of difference between herself and him. She was no longer a creature of a wonderful and other sphere; she had become the female of his species.
All this was subtle and slight and quite unappreciated and una.n.a.lyzed by Dave himself. But the keen intuition of the girl discovered it.
She felt the difference. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that whatever a woman gives to a man takes something from her attraction, and adds something to his. With the discovery, she resolutely put his hand away.
"That"s enough of that," she said in the sensible voice which some women use so effectually.
Dave, unwilling to let the sensation go before he had drained it, attempted to seize her by force. She slipped away and ran like a deer to her wagon, gleaming white through the darkness. Dave sprang in pursuit. At the instant Peter, who had followed unperceived, leaped with a growl and fastened his teeth into Dave"s cowhide boot. The miner paused a moment undecided, and then, his natural good nature coming to his rescue, he laughed. An answering laugh echoed from the direction of the wagon.
"That"s a pretty trick," he called, trying to disengage Peter"s jaws.
Peter shook his head savagely and growled.
"You ought to learn to run," came the voice from the safety of the wagon.
"Run!" laughed Dave. "Run with a dawg hangin" to you? Call him and see if you can get him to leave go."
"Dog?" repeated the voice in puzzled tones.
"Yes, dog--this yere Peter. He seems to have took up with you-all.
He"s got me by th" laig!"
Molly reappeared cautiously. Then she saw Peter, and advanced boldly.
The two young people looked at the eager and determined little dog, and laughed with great good nature. Their crisis had pa.s.sed, fortunately without harm to either. Molly took Peter by the collar. Peter at once let go.
"Good night," said Molly decidedly to Dave.
"Good night," said Dave, and turned back.
Molly walked on to the wagon, closely followed by Peter. As she climbed in, she turned and caught sight of the little animal, eyeing her wistfully.
"Want to come in?" said she.
Peter jumped to the whiffletree, then upon the seat, then into the wagon. Molly followed.
"Peter," said she, "we won"t do that any more. I don"t believe it"s a good scheme. What do you think, dog?"
Peter wagged his stump of a tail, but as it was quite dark, this expression of approval was lost. "I hope he won"t say anything about it," she went on reflectively. "But if he does"--she tossed her head--"much good may it do any of them!" Then, after some time, "Peter, let"s go to sleep."
Peter whined with content.
XIX
THE BROAD WHITE ROAD
Copper Creek had begun as a half-way house, and had ended as a camp.
Thus the hotel was its oldest structure.