Then, suddenly: "How long will it take ye to milk "em? I might wait."
"Oh, no! No indeed! I couldn"t think of asking you to do that on my account!" I exclaimed, feeling very grateful, nevertheless, for the interest he displayed. "The cows haven"t come up yet; besides, it would do no good to milk them now, at noon, for this evening," I explained, although Mr. Horton, being a cattleman, should have known that without my telling him.
"I"ve thought what I can do," I said, after a moment. "You and Ralph go with Mr. Horton, Jessie, and after the ch.o.r.es are done this evening I"ll slip over to Crusoe to Mrs. Riley"s." Mrs. Riley being the kindly Irish-woman with whom old Joe usually boarded when working in the mines.
"That"s a good plan," Jessie said. "I couldn"t bear to leave you here alone all night."
Mr. Horton had seemed considerably nonplussed when he found that I was not coming with him; he now brightened visibly, remarking: "Yes, you can do that; lonesome work for a young gal stayin" alone all night; no tellin" what might happen," and then, with that curious fatality that so often induces people to say exactly the wrong thing for their purpose, he added: "I should "a" thought your n.i.g.g.e.r would "a" left the dog here to purtect you young women whilst he was gone. But n.i.g.g.e.rs is always thoughtless, and yourn is no exception."
Inwardly resenting both the tone and words, I instantly resolved, in a spirit of loyalty to Joe, to remain where I was that night. Why should I not, indeed? I had never spent a night alone in my life, but I would let Mr. Horton know that I was not afraid to do it--I would let him know afterward--just at present I nodded my head in apparent acquiescence with his views, and bidding good-by to the trio, walked away toward the corral, intent on beguiling them into the belief, should they look back, that I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of the cows in order that I might the sooner get away myself. In the silence that followed upon the last faint rumble of their disappearing wheels I thought of something else. Something that made my blood run cold with a sickening apprehension of the calamity that had so nearly befallen us. A moment more and, the numb fit of terror pa.s.sed, I was dancing down the corral path, saying jubilantly to myself: "Oh, ho, Mr. Horton! But it isn"t left alone! The homestead isn"t left alone.
I"m here, I"m here!"
Jessie was half crazed with pain, no wonder that she had forgotten, but why should it have escaped my mind, until almost too late, that, under the homestead laws, the laws by which we hoped to obtain a t.i.tle to this beautiful valley ranch, the house must not be left untenanted for a single night, until the deed to it was in the claimant"s possession. We had heard so much about the homestead laws from poor father that we accounted ourselves quite able to comply with them all--yet--how nearly we had come to leaving the house vacant that night!
And it was Mr. Horton, of all others, who had urged us to do so, and he understood the homestead laws; no one better.
The thought of our narrow escape was still with me when, towards evening, I heard the tinkle of old Cleo"s bell, coming musically down the mountain side, and went out to the corral to let down the bars.
"After all," I thought, looking back at the house as I stood waiting by the bars, "it might not have been a complete success for Mr. Horton if he had got us all away from home for the night. The house and furniture would be pretty good proof to the land agent of the honesty of our intentions."
CHAPTER V
AN EXCITING EXPERIENCE
I had never been left entirely without human companionship before, not even for a night, and I soon began to wonder at the amount of loneliness that can be compressed into a few hours. Before the afternoon was half spent I was mentally reviewing the history of Robinson Crusoe, and was feeling an intense sympathy for that resourceful castaway.
I lingered over my evening tasks, and, sooner than seemed possible, dusk came and night was at hand, so at last I reluctantly closed and made fast the kitchen door. Reluctantly, for to-night, this common and necessary precaution seemed, somehow, to cut me adrift from all chance of human aid, and by this time my mind was running on wild tales of bandits, of lonely camps, and the far sweep of the cattle ranges where, in darkened hollow or at the foot of shadowy b.u.t.tes, great gray wolves lay in wait for their midnight prey, indifferent as to whether the prey consisted of cattle or cattleman.
Still, I am sure that I was not really cowardly; it was only the unusual situation that set me thinking of these things. Father"s light rifle hung in its accustomed place over the kitchen fireplace, and, as a last precaution, I took it down, and, after ascertaining that it was properly loaded, put it near the head of the bed, within reach of my hand. To be expert with firearms is almost a matter of course for girls on Western ranches, and I was an unusually good marksman. As it would, to my fancy, but intensify the emptiness and loneliness of the house if I were to light a lamp, I decided to go straight to bed without a light, and, if possible, forget my troubles in sleep. But I had hardly reached this sensible conclusion when I became convinced that I was thirsty. It is not in the least probable that I should have even thought of needing a drink if it had not suddenly occurred to me that there was no water in the house. I had used it all, and had neglected to fill the pail again. There is no surer provocative of thirst than the knowledge that there is no water to be had, and, as I thought the matter over, my lips grew dry and my throat parched. It was unendurable. In desperation I slipped on the shoes that I had just taken off, and, taking the empty pail from the kitchen sink, unlocked the door and made a hurried trip to the spring, a few rods west of the house.
Returning with a br.i.m.m.i.n.g pailful, and disdaining to acknowledge, even to myself, that my knees were shaking, I set the pail on a chair by the bed-room window. I was determined to have water close at hand, in case my thirst became torturing during the night. The cat was mewing plaintively on the kitchen doorstep. I re-opened the door and let her in, then re-locked the door and, disrobing, crept quickly into bed.
Curled down snugly under the blankets I was almost dozing when a sudden recollection caused me to laugh softly to myself, there in the darkness. In spite of my terrible thirst I had entirely forgotten to take a drink after the water was at hand. "I"ll get up after a while if I find that I can"t get along without it," I told myself, sleepily, and with the sense of amus.e.m.e.nt still upon me, I was far away into dreamland.
I suppose that very few people have escaped the unpleasant, breathless sensation of awakening suddenly and completely under the spell of some unknown challenge, a warning of some impending danger pa.s.sed by the alert mind to the slumbering senses of the body. I had slept far into the night when I awoke, seemingly without cause, to find myself sitting upright in bed, listening intently. For a moment I heard nothing but the soft padded foot-fall of the cat as, stealing from her place on the foot of the bed, she moved restlessly about the room. "It must have been her springing off the bed that awoke me," I thought, nestling back into the pillows again. I closed my eyes, but opened them quickly as a soft rustling outside of, and almost directly underneath the bed-room window, came to my ears.
The window-shade was pulled down, but it was hung several inches below the top of the window, which had been left open for ventilation.
Through this uncurtained s.p.a.ce the moonlight streamed into the room; by its light I saw the cat retreating into a corner farthest from the window, her tail swelled out like that of a fox, her hair bristling, and her yellow eyes glaring vindictively. She disliked strangers, and commonly resented their presence in just this manner. I wondered, as my eyes followed the cat"s movements with growing apprehension, if she would act this way because of the vicinity of any large prowling animal. I was sure now, as I crouched tremblingly under the blankets, that the increasing noise that I heard was not made by any harmless midnight prowler. If it had been, the cat, being a great hunter, would have shown an eager desire to get outside the window, instead of away from it. Accustomed to the knowledge that there were wild animals in plenty up on the mountain slopes and in the encircling forests above us, and having abundant reason to know that they often made stealthy visits to the valley settlements at night, I soon reasoned myself into quietude. Whatever the beast might be, I was in no personal danger; the cows were safe in the high-walled corral, and the poultry-house securely locked. Rea.s.sured, as I recalled these facts, I did not get up to make any investigation as to the cause of the noise. "If it"s a bear, it isn"t mine," I told myself, drowsily; "as Joe says, "I ain"
los" no bear "roun" yer.""
I was half asleep again when a curious sensation, as of a bright light playing over my closed eyelids caused me to open them suddenly. Then I bounded out of bed, uttering a scream that might, I should think, have been heard a mile. A broad sheet of yellow flame was streaming up beside the house and over the uncurtained window s.p.a.ce. Obeying an impulse as irresponsible as the one that had caused that useless scream, I seized the loaded rifle at my bedside, and sent a bullet whistling and crashing through the window panes. The impression that some prowling wild animal was about was probably still strong upon me, and, in any case, the shot was not without effect. My shriek and the report of the rifle rang out almost at the same instant. Following them came a cry, a smothered oath, and the sound of running footsteps.
Throwing down the yet smoking gun, I ran to the window, tore down the obstructing shade with one sweep of my impatient hand, and leaned forward, scanning the hillside. The flames reached toward me greedily through the opening that my bullet had made, but, although their hot breath half blinded me, I saw a man running swiftly for the shelter of the hillside pines. I glanced toward the rifle--I was a good shot, then. "Thou shalt not kill," I said aloud, but it had occurred to me also, that the gun was not loaded. An instant more and I was throwing water on the fire from the pailful beside the window ledge. After all, as I soon found, the bullet had done more apparent harm than the fire, for the heap of inflammable rubbish underneath the window was quickly drenched and the fire extinguished. To make all doubly secure, however, I reloaded the gun and with that faithful friend in hand brought water and poured over the rubbish until it ceased even to smoke. The heap was composed of pine needles, pine cones, and resinous pitch pine, and once fairly started would have set the house on fire, past all saving, in a very short time. When the blackened pile was so thoroughly drenched that I could poke around in the ashes with my bare hands I gave up pouring water on it, went back into the house, locked the door, tacked a heavy blanket up over the dismantled window, and, shivering with cold and excitement, again crept into bed. As I lay with my finger on the trigger of the rifle, with its muzzle trained on the window, I was surer of nothing than that there was no more sleep for me that night. But, soothed by the sensation of returning warmth, and by the feeling of security that the touch of the rifle gave, I closed my eyes--not to sleep, but the better to think. Sleep! I could not sleep. Nevertheless--
The sunlight was pouring into the adjoining room when I again opened my eyes. Night with its terrors was a thing of the past. I heard the imprisoned cows lowing for their milk-maid and realized with a pang of self-reproach that I had slept later than I ought. Sitting up in bed I looked around, blinking sleepily. The light from the window was effectually excluded by the thick blanket, and my slumber had been so peaceful that I had scarcely stirred; my relaxed hand had merely dropped away from the trigger of the rifle lying beside me. The cat was in her old place at my feet, and I smiled to see her trying to thrust an inquisitive paw into the muzzle of the gun. Finding the hole too small for that purpose she wriggled around lazily until she had brought an eye to bear on the cavity that she seemed to suspect might contain a mouse. When I had dressed and gone outside I was filled with wonder at the narrowness of the escape that the house had had. There had been no rain for weeks; scarcely a drop, indeed, since the dreadful accident that had left us fatherless--and everything was as dry as tinder. Once started, a fire would have devastated the whole valley. In the retrospect the danger that we had escaped seemed even more terrifying than in the hurry and excitement of the fire itself.
And--how came that heap of combustible stuff under the window? Who was that man whom I had seen running up the hillside as if pursued by the furies?
The morning"s ch.o.r.es done, I procured broom and rake and set about clearing away the unsightly heap from under the window. I was raking industriously, when my eye was suddenly attracted by a small glittering object near the outer edge of the pile. Stooping, I picked it up. It lay in the hollow of my hand, and I stood looking at it for a long, long time. "All things come to him who waits." The origin of the fire was no longer a mystery, but there were other things. We had suffered nearly five years of petty, relentless persecution, and had never, never by any chance, been able to produce any direct evidence against our enemy. The wind sweeping through the pine boughs on the hillside above had, to my fancy, the sound that a great fire makes; a great fire that, rioting unchecked, leaves suffering and death in its wake. "Much harm would have been done to others besides us if I had not been here to put the fire out," I thought, gravely regarding the thing in my hand. "Much harm; and the law punishes any one convicted of setting a fire, here in the mountains in a dry time, very severely." Then I went into the house to put the glittering trifle safely out of sight.
CHAPTER VI
A VISIT FROM MRS. HORTON
I had not looked for Jessie and Ralph to return before night, but the article that I had found was scarcely hidden when, chancing to glance down the road, I saw Mr. Horton"s team, with the light wagon attached, trotting briskly toward the house.
Only Jessie, Ralph, and Mrs. Horton were in the wagon, and it startled me at first to observe that Ralph was driving. My astonishment changed to amus.e.m.e.nt as they drew nearer, and I saw that Mrs. Horton"s capable hands held a firm grip of the lines, just far enough behind Ralph"s not to deprive him of the glory of the idea that he was doing all the driving.
""Oo! "oo, dere!" he called imperiously, bringing the horses--with Mrs. Horton"s help--to a standstill before the gate. Jessie sprang out and turned to lift the little driver to the ground, while we all began talking at once. But our mutual torrent of questions was abruptly checked by the contumacious conduct of that same small driver, who deeply resented Jessie"s invitation to him to come off his perch. "Me is doin" tek care of "e "orses," he declared, scowling defiance at his sister. "Mis "Orton, "oo dit out if "oo p"ease!"
No better description of Mrs. Horton could be given than to say that she was all that her husband was not--the dearest soul. She laughed as she surveyed the conceited little fellow and then said seriously: "How in the world am I to get out if you don"t get out first and help me down?"
Ralph was unprepared for this emergency, but the objection appeared to him reasonable; he slid slowly off the seat--he was so short that it seemed a long time before his tiny toes touched the bottom of the wagon-box--and began climbing laboriously down, over the wheel. When he had at length reached the ground Mrs. Horton stood up and with the reins held securely in one hand she gained the hub of the near wheel.
From that vantage she reached down to meet Ralph"s upstretched mite of a hand, and so was gallantly a.s.sisted to alight.
To my delight Mrs. Horton announced that she had come to spend the day with us. She led the team to the barn and we proceeded to unharness them without a.s.sistance from their late driver, who had already forgotten his intention and his dignity in a romp with his friend and playmate, the cat.
"I suppose your tooth stopped aching and you decided not to have it out," I said to Jessie, as we were helping Mrs. Horton.
"No," Mrs. Horton explained, cheerfully; "by the best of luck, Dr.
Green chanced to be pa.s.sing our house last night, soon after Jake brought Jessie. We called him in, and as he had his forceps--toothers, my little brother used to call them--with him, he had that aching tooth out in no time."
"I"m afraid it hurt you dreadfully, didn"t it, Jessie?" I inquired, sympathetically.
"Not so much as I thought it would; not so much as the aching did,"
Jessie replied. "People are so cowardly about such things!" she added, and the sly look that Mrs. Horton bestowed on Jessie"s sister behind her back, awoke a suspicion in my mind that, perhaps, Jessie herself had betrayed some shrinking dread before the operation took place.
"How glad I am that you didn"t have to go clear over to Antonito," I said. "You wouldn"t have been home for hours yet, and Mrs. Horton wouldn"t have been making us a visit."
"And Mrs. Horton would a good deal rather be making you a visit than driving these horses to Antonito, I can tell you!" said that lady.
"They"re quiet as lambs until it comes to cars and engines, and the sight of them scares them both nigh to death, and the railway track runs along right beside the highway for a mile before you get into Antonito. I"d have been obliged to drive Jessie over, for the hired man is gone, and Mr. Horton met with an accident to one of his hands last night, and couldn"t have driven."
"An accident! How did it happen?" I inquired, with feigned carelessness.
"Why, I declare, I can hardly make out how it did happen!" exclaimed Mr. Horton"s wife, with a troubled look. "There, Jessie, that"s hay enough to last them a week, and I don"t expect to stay that long. You see," she went on, slipping the harness deftly off the nigh horse, and tossing it down on the pile of hay, "nothing would do Jake last night but he must go up to the north pasture to salt the cattle. I told him there was no need--they were salted only last Sunday--but go he would, and go he did. It got to be so late before he came back that I got real uneasy about him. It"s a good bit to the north pasture, but I knew it ought not to keep him out so very late. Why, it was after twelve o"clock when he came in at last, with his clothes torn, and his hand done up in his handkerchief and just dripping with blood! Jessie and Ralph had gone to bed, hours before, and I was thankful that she wasn"t up to see it, for it fairly scared me, and I"m not a mite nervous, generally. I expect I was the more scared because of Jake"s way of taking it. He"s as steady as iron, most times, but last night he was all kind of trembly and excited. He tried to explain to me how the accident took place, but I couldn"t make out hardly what he did mean. It appears, though, that he was coming home along the ravine--where it"s always dark, no matter how bright the moonlight--and he jabbed his hand, as he was walking fast, up against a sharp jack oak stub--at least, he thought it must have been some such thing--and he got an awful cut. You wouldn"t believe, if you didn"t see it with your own eyes, that a stub of any kind could make such a wound! There"s a long, slanting cut clean through the palm of his hand. I wanted him to let me look in it for splinters, but he"s real touchy about it; wouldn"t even let me bathe it," she concluded sadly.
Everybody liked Mrs. Horton, and a good many things that her husband did would have been less easily condoned by their neighbors if she had been as little of a favorite as he, and one of the things that people liked best, while finding it most incomprehensible, was that she believed in him and his good intentions most implicitly.
"I don"t see how he could possibly have run against an oak stub in a ravine," observed Jessie, musingly. "Oaks, and especially jack oaks, grow only on the dry hillsides." Jessie is very observing when it comes to a question of the flora of a country, and what she said was true, as Mrs. Horton hastened to admit.
"I never thought of it before, but I believe that"s so," she said. "It might have been something else, but Jake himself said that there wasn"t any other kind of wood that he knew of, tough enough and hard enough to make such a cut as that."
Having cared for the horses we three started for the house. "Did you have a good bed at Mrs. Riley"s?" Jessie now asked, bestowing direct attention on me for the first time. We were just entering the house, and before I could reply Jessie cried out in surprise at the unfamiliar aspect of the bed-room, where the heavy quilt still excluded the daylight from the window.
"Why, what is that for?" she asked, perceiving the cause of the semi-darkness.