What "d you think then?"
"I"d sh.o.r.e think rustlers chose to steal cattle because there was no profit in stealin" sheep."
"Egzactly. But wouldn"t you hev a queer idee aboot it?"
"I don"t know. Why queer? What "re y"u drivin" at, Uncle John?"
"Wal, wouldn"t you git kind of a hunch thet the rustlers was--say a leetle friendly toward the sheepmen?"
Ellen felt a sudden vibrating shock. The blood rushed to her temples.
Trembling all over, she rose.
"Uncle John!" she cried.
"Now, girl, you needn"t fire up thet way. Set down an" don"t--"
"Dare y"u insinuate my father has--"
"Ellen, I ain"t insinuatin" nothin"," interrupted the old man. "I"m jest askin" you to think. Thet"s all. You"re "most grown into a young woman now. An" you"ve got sense. Thar"s bad times ahead, Ellen. An" I hate to see you mix in them."
"Oh, y"u do make me think," replied Ellen, with smarting tears in her eyes. "Y"u make me unhappy. Oh, I know my dad is not liked in this cattle country. But it"s unjust. He happened to go in for sheep raising. I wish he hadn"t. It was a mistake. Dad always was a cattleman till we came heah. He made enemies--who--who ruined him. And everywhere misfortune crossed his trail.... But, oh, Uncle John, my dad is an honest man."
"Wal, child, I--I didn"t mean to--to make you cry," said the old man, feelingly, and he averted his troubled gaze. "Never mind what I said.
I"m an old meddler. I reckon nothin" I could do or say would ever change what"s goin" to happen. If only you wasn"t a girl! ... Thar I go ag"in. Ellen, face your future an" fight your way. All youngsters hev to do thet. An" it"s the right kind of fight thet makes the right kind of man or woman. Only you must be sure to find yourself. An" by thet I mean to find the real, true, honest-to-G.o.d best in you an" stick to it an" die fightin" for it. You"re a young woman, almost, an" a blamed handsome one. Which means you"ll hev more trouble an" a harder fight. This country ain"t easy on a woman when once slander has marked her.
"What do I care for the talk down in that Basin?" returned Ellen. "I know they think I"m a hussy. I"ve let them think it. I"ve helped them to."
"You"re wrong, child," said Sprague, earnestly. "Pride an" temper! You must never let anyone think bad of you, much less help them to."
"I hate everybody down there," cried Ellen, pa.s.sionately. "I hate them so I"d glory in their thinkin" me bad.... My mother belonged to the best blood in Texas. I am her daughter. I know WHO AND WHAT I AM.
That uplifts me whenever I meet the sneaky, sly suspicions of these Basin people. It shows me the difference between them and me. That"s what I glory in."
"Ellen, you"re a wild, headstrong child," rejoined the old man, in severe tones. "Word has been pa.s.sed ag"in" your good name--your honor.... An" hevn"t you given cause fer thet?"
Ellen felt her face blanch and all her blood rush back to her heart in sickening force. The shock of his words was like a stab from a cold blade. If their meaning and the stem, just light of the old man"s glance did not kill her pride and vanity they surely killed her girlishness. She stood mute, staring at him, with her brown, trembling hands stealing up toward her bosom, as if to ward off another and a mortal blow.
"Ellen!" burst out Sprague, hoa.r.s.ely. "You mistook me. Aw, I didn"t mean--what you think, I swear.... Ellen, I"m old an" blunt. I ain"t used to wimmen. But I"ve love for you, child, an" respect, jest the same as if you was my own.... An" I KNOW you"re good.... Forgive me....
I meant only hevn"t you been, say, sort of--careless?"
"Care-less?" queried Ellen, bitterly and low.
"An" powerful thoughtless an"--an" blind--lettin" men kiss you an"
fondle you--when you"re really a growed-up woman now?"
"Yes--I have," whispered Ellen.
"Wal, then, why did you let them?
"I--I don"t know.... I didn"t think. The men never let me alone--never--never! I got tired everlastingly pushin" them away. And sometimes--when they were kind--and I was lonely for something I--I didn"t mind if one or another fooled round me. I never thought. It never looked as y"u have made it look.... Then--those few times ridin"
the trail to Gra.s.s Valley--when people saw me--then I guess I encouraged such attentions.... Oh, I must be--I am a shameless little hussy!"
"Hush thet kind of talk," said the old man, as he took her hand.
"Ellen, you"re only young an" lonely an" bitter. No mother--no friends--no one but a lot of rough men! It"s a wonder you hev kept yourself good. But now your eyes are open, Ellen. They"re brave an"
beautiful eyes, girl, an" if you stand by the light in them you will come through any trouble. An" you"ll be happy. Don"t ever forgit that. Life is hard enough, G.o.d knows, but it"s unfailin" true in the end to the man or woman who finds the best in them an" stands by it."
"Uncle John, y"u talk so--so kindly. Yu make me have hope. There seemed really so little for me to live for--hope for.... But I"ll never be a coward again--nor a thoughtless fool. I"ll find some good in me--or make some--and never fail it, come what will. I"ll remember your words. I"ll believe the future holds wonderful things for me....
I"m only eighteen. Sh.o.r.e all my life won"t be lived heah. Perhaps this threatened fight over sheep and cattle will blow over....
Somewhere there must be some nice girl to be a friend--a sister to me.... And maybe some man who"d believe, in spite of all they say--that I"m not a hussy."
"Wal, Ellen, you remind me of what I was wantin" to tell you when you just got here.... Yestiddy I heerd you called thet name in a barroom.
An" thar was a fellar thar who raised h.e.l.l. He near killed one man an"
made another plumb eat his words. An" he scared thet crowd stiff."
Old John Sprague shook his grizzled head and laughed, beaming upon Ellen as if the memory of what he had seen had warmed his heart.
"Was it--y"u?" asked Ellen, tremulously.
"Me? Aw, I wasn"t nowhere. Ellen, this fellar was quick as a cat in his actions an" his words was like lightnin"."
"Who? she whispered.
"Wal, no one else but a stranger jest come to these parts--an Isbel, too. Jean Isbel."
"Oh!" exclaimed Ellen, faintly.
"In a barroom full of men--almost all of them in sympathy with the sheep crowd--most of them on the Jorth side--this Jean Isbel resented an insult to Ellen Jorth."
"No!" cried Ellen. Something terrible was happening to her mind or her heart.
"Wal, he sure did," replied the old man, "an" it"s goin" to be good fer you to hear all about it."
CHAPTER V
Old John Sprague launched into his narrative with evident zest.
"I hung round Greaves" store most of two days. An" I heerd a heap.
Some of it was jest plain ole men"s gab, but I reckon I got the drift of things concernin" Gra.s.s Valley. Yestiddy mornin" I was packin" my burros in Greaves" back yard, takin" my time carryin" out supplies from the store. An" as last when I went in I seen a strange fellar was thar. Strappin" young man--not so young, either--an" he had on buckskin. Hair black as my burros, dark face, sharp eyes--you"d took him fer an Injun. He carried a rifle--one of them new forty-fours--an"
also somethin" wrapped in paper thet he seemed partickler careful about. He wore a belt round his middle an" thar was a bowie-knife in it, carried like I"ve seen scouts an" Injun fighters hev on the frontier in the "seventies. That looked queer to me, an" I reckon to the rest of the crowd thar. No one overlooked the big six-shooter he packed Texas fashion. Wal, I didn"t hev no idee this fellar was an Isbel until I heard Greaves call him thet.
""Isbel," said Greaves, "reckon your money"s counterfeit hyar. I cain"t sell you anythin"."
""Counterfeit? Not much," spoke up the young fellar, an" he flipped some gold twenties on the bar, where they rung like bells. "Why not?
Ain"t this a store? I want a cinch strap."
"Greaves looked particular sour thet mornin". I"d been watchin" him fer two days. He hedn"t hed much sleep, fer I hed my bed back of the store, an" I heerd men come in the night an" hev long confabs with him.
Whatever was in the wind hedn"t pleased him none. An" I calkilated thet young Isbel wasn"t a sight good fer Greaves" sore eyes, anyway.
But he paid no more attention to Isbel. Acted jest as if he hedn"t heerd Isbel say he wanted a cinch strap.