"Did he force me to marry him when I was drunk?"
"No. Blink is innocent of all except loving you, Louie," answered Pan, deliberately choosing his words. He had planned all he meant to say.
Last night under the trees, in the dark, many truths had come to him.
"It was I who forced you to marry him."
She covered her eyes with her hands and pressed hard as if to make clear her bewildering thoughts. "Oh, I--I can"t remember."
"Louie, don"t distress yourself," he said, soothingly. "You bet _I_ can remember, and I"ll tell you."
"Wait. I want to get up. But you forgot my clothes. I can"t go round in a blanket."
"By golly, I never thought of that. But we didn"t have much time....
See here, Louise, I can fix it. You"re about the same height as Lucy.
I"ll borrow some of her clothes for you."
"Lucy?" she echoed, staring at him.
"Yes, Lucy," he replied, easily. "And while I"m at it, I"ll fetch a basin of hot water--and everything."
Whereupon he hurried over to the campfire, where he found Mrs. Smith busy and cheerful. "Lucy up yet?" he asked briskly.
"Yes, Pan," she replied with hurried glad smile. "She"s brushing her hair there, by the wagon."
Pan strode up to Lucy where she stood before the wagon, a ma.s.s of golden hair hanging down her back, to which she was vigorously applying a brush.
"h.e.l.lo, Lucy," he said coolly.
"Oh--how you startled--me!" she exclaimed, turning with a blush.
"Say, won"t you help us out?" he went on, not so coolly. "The other night, in the excitement we forgot to fetch Louise"s clothes.... Fact is, we grabbed her up out of a sick bed, with only a dressing gown and a blanket. Won"t you lend her some clothes, shoes, stockings--and--everything?"
"Indeed I will," responded Lucy and with alacrity she climbed into the covered wagon.
Pan waited, and presently began to pace to and fro. He was restless, eager, buoyant. He could not stand still. His thoughts whirled away from the issue at hand, back to Lucy and the glory that had been restored to him.
"Here, Pan," called Lucy, reappearing with a large bundle. "Here"s all she"ll need, I think. Lucky I bought some new things. Alice and I can get along with one mirror, brush and comb."
"Thanks," he said. "It was lucky.... Sure our luck has changed."
"Don"t forget some warm water," added Lucy practically, calling after him.
Thus burdened, Pan hurried back to Louise"s wagon and deposited the basin on the seat, and the bundle beside her. "There you are, pioneer girl," he said cheerily, and with swift hands he let down the canvas curtains of the wagon, shutting her in.
"Come on, Blink," he called to the cowboy watching from behind the trees. "Let"s wrangle the teams."
"Gus an" your dad are comin" in with them now," replied Blinky joining him and presently, when they got away from the wagon he whispered: "How aboot it?"
"Blink, I swear it"ll go through fine," declared Pan earnestly. "She knows she"s your wife--that I got her drunk and forced her into it.
She doesn"t remember. I"m hoping she"ll not remember anything, but even if she does I"ll fix it."
"Sh.o.r.e--you"re Panhandle Smith--all right," returned Blinky unsteadily.
At this juncture they were called to breakfast. Pan needed only one glance at his father, his mother and Lucy to gather that bewilderment and worry had vanished. They knew that he knew. It seemed to Pan that the bursting sun knew the dark world had been transformed to a shining one. Yet he played with his happiness like a cat with a mouse.
"Mrs. Smith," begged Blinky presently, "please fix me up some breakfast fer Louise. She"s better this mawnin" an" I reckon in a day or so will be helpin" you an" Lucy."
Pan set himself some camp tasks for the moment, and annoyed his mother and embarra.s.sed Lucy by plunging into duties they considered theirs.
"Mother, don"t you and Lucy realize we are going to a far country?" he queried. "We must rustle.... There"s the open road. Ho for Siccane--for sunny Arizonaland!"
When he presented himself before Louise he scarcely recognized her in the prim, comely change of apparel. The atmosphere of the Yellow Mine had vanished. She had managed to eat some breakfast. Blinky discreetly found a task that took him away.
"We"ve a little time to talk now, Louie," said Pan. "They"ll be packing the wagons."
He led her under the cottonwoods to the pasture fence where he found a seat for her.
"Pan, why did you do this thing?" she asked.
That was the very question he had hoped she would put first.
"Because my friend loves you and you told me you tried to keep him away from you--that if you didn"t you would like him too well," answered Pan. "Blink had never been any good in the past. Just a wild reckless hard-drinking cowpuncher. But his heart was big. Then you were going straight to h.e.l.l. You"d have been knifed or shot in some brawl, or have killed yourself with drink. A few more months of the Yellow Mine would have been your end.... Well, I thought, here"s an opportunity to make a man out of my friend, and save the soul of a girl who hasn"t had a chance. I never hesitated about taking advantage of you. That was only a means to an end. So I planned it and did it."
"But, Pan--how impossible!" she replied brokenly.
"Why, I"d like to know?"
"I am--degraded."
"No! I"ve a different notion. You were _not_ when you were sober.
But even so, _that_ is past."
"Blink might have been what you said, but still I--I"m no fit wife for him."
"You _can_ be," went on Pan with strong feeling. "Just blot out the past. Begin now. Blink will make a good man, a successful rancher.
He has money enough to start with. He"ll never drink again. No matter what you call yourself, you"re the only girl he ever loved. You"re the only one who can make him earnest. Blink saw as well as I the pity of it--your miserable existence there in that gambling h.e.l.l."
"Pan, you talk--like--oh, you make me think of what might have been,"
she cried. "But I"ll not consent. I"ll not give men the right to point their fingers at Blink.... I"ll run away--or--or kill myself."
"Louie, that is silly talk," censured Pan sharply. "Don"t make me regret my interest in you--my affection. You are judging this thing with your mind on the past. You"re not considering the rough wild raw life we cowboys have lived. We must make way for the pioneers and become pioneers ourselves. In fifty years, when the West is settled, who will ever recall such as you and Blinky? These are hard days. You can do as much for the future of the West as _any_ woman, Louise Melliss!"
"Pan, I understand--I--I could--I know, if I dared to bury it all. But I want to play square."
"Could you come to love my friend--in time--I mean? That"s the great thing."
"I believe I love him now," she murmured. "That"s why I _can"t_ risk it.--Someone who knew me would turn up. To disgrace my husband--and--and children, if I had any."
"Not one chance in a million," flashed Pan, feeling that she could not withstand him. "We"re going far--into another country.... Besides, everyone in Marco believes you lost your life in the fire."