I wrote at once to him, inclosing the crumpled note, and then, as one who walks with neither sight nor feeling any more, I rode the plains and did a man"s part in that Eighteenth Cavalry campaign of "67. The days went slowly by, bringing the long, bright autumn beauty to the plains and turning all the elms to gold along the creek at Burlingame. Time took away the sharp edge from our grief and shame, and left the dull pain that wears deeper and deeper, unnoticed by us; and all of us who had loved Beverly lived on and were cheerful for one another"s sake.
When Jondo--as only Jondo could--bore the news of my letter to Esmond Clarenden, he made no reply, but sat like an image of stone. Rex Krane broke down and sobbed as if his heart would break. But Mat, calm, poised, and always merciful, merely said:
"We must wait awhile."
It was many days before she broke the news to Eloise St. Vrain, who only smiled and said:
"Gail is mistaken. Beverly couldn"t desert."
It was when the word came to Aunty Boone that the storm broke. They told me afterward that her face was terrible to see, and that her eyes grew dull and narrow. She went out to the bluff"s edge and sat staring up the valley of the Kaw as if to see into the hidden record of the coming years.
One October day, when the Kranes and Eloise sat with my uncle and Jondo in the soft afternoon air, looking out at the beauty of the Missouri bluffs, Aunty Boone loomed up before them suddenly.
"I got somebody"s fortune, just come clear before me," she declared, in her soft voice. "Lemme see you" hand, Little Lees!"
Eloise put her shapely white hand upon the big, black paw.
Aunty Boone patted it gently, the first and last caress she ever gave to any of us.
"You" goin" to get a letter from a dark man. You" goin" to take a long journey. And somebody goin" with you. An" the one tellin" this is goin"
away, jus" one more voyage to desset sands again, and see Africy and her own kingdom. Whoo-ee!"
Never before, in all the years that we had known her, had she expressed a wish for her early home across he seas. Her voice trailed off weirdly, and she gazed at the Kaw Valley for a long moment. Then she said, in a low tone that thrilled her listeners with its vibrant power:
"Bev ain"t no deserter. He"s gone out! Jus" gone out. Whoo-ee!"
She disappeared around the corner of the house and stood long in the little side porch where Beverly had kissed Little Blue Flower one night in the "Moon of the Peach-Blossom," and Eloise had found them there, and I had unwittingly heard what was said.
"Is there no variation in palmistry?" Rex Krane asked. "I never knew a gypsy in all my life who read a different set of prophecies. It"s always the dark man--I"m light (darn the luck)--and a journey and a letter. But I thought maybe an African seer, a sort of Voodo, hoodoo, bugaboo, would have it a light man and a legacy and company coming, instead of you taking a journey, Eloise."
Eloise smiled.
"You musn"t envy me my good fortune, Rex," she declared. "Aunty Boone says she is going back to Africa, too. You"ll need a new cook, Uncle Esmond. Let me apply for the place right now."
My uncle smiled affectionately on her.
"I could give you a trial, as I gave her. I remember I told her if she could cook good meals I"d keep her; if not, she"d leave. Do you want to take the risk?"
"That"s where you"ll get your journey of the prophecy, Eloise," Jondo suggested.
"Well, you leave out the best part of it all," Mat broke in. "She added that Beverly isn"t a deserter, he"s just "gone out." Why don"t you believe it all, serious or frivolous?"
A shadow lifted from the faces there as a glimpse of hope came slowly in.
"And as to letters, Eloise," Uncle Esmond said, "I must beg your pardon.
I have one here for you that I had forgotten. It came this morning."
"See if it isn"t from a dark man, inviting you to take a journey," Rex suggested.
"It must be, it"s from Santa Fe," Eloise said, opening the letter eagerly.
Aunty Boone had come back again and was standing by the corner of the veranda, half hidden by vines, watching Eloise with steady eyes. The girl"s face grew pale, then deadly white, and her big, dark eyes were opened wide as she dropped the letter and looked at the faces about her.
"It is from Father Josef," she gasped. "He writes of Little Blue Flower somewhere in Hopi-land. He asks me to go to Santa Fe at once for her sake. And it says, too--" The voice faltered and Eloise turned to Esmond Clarenden. "It says that Beverly is there somewhere and he wants you.
Read it, Uncle Esmond."
As Eloise rose and laid the letter in my uncle"s hand, Aunty Boone, hidden by the vines, muttered in her soft, strange tone:
"He"s jus" gone out. Thank Jupiter! He"s jus" gone out. I"m goin", hot streaks, to help him, too. Then I go to my own desset where I"m honin" o to be, an" stay there till the judgment Day. Whoo-ee!"
In the early morning of a rare October day upon the plains I sat on my cavalry horse beside Fort Hays, waiting for one last word from my superior officer, Colonel Moore. He was my uncle"s friend, and he had been kind to the Clarenden boys, as military kindness runs.
"You are honorably discharged," he said. "Take these letters to Fort Dodge. You will meet your friends there, and have some safeguard from there on, by order of General Sheridan. G.o.d bless you, Gail. You have ridden well. I wish you a safe journey, and I hope you"ll find your cousin soon. He was a splendid boy until this happened. He may be cleared some day."
"He is splendid still to me in spite of everything," I replied.
"Yes, yes," my colonel responded. "Never a Clarenden disgraced the name before. That is why General Sheridan is granting you a squad to help you. It is a great thing to have a good name. Good-by."
"Good-by. I thank you a thousand times," I said, saluting him.
"And I thank you. A chain, you know, is as strong as its weakest link. A cavalry troop is as able as its soldiers make it."
He turned his horse about, and I rode off alone across the lonely plains a hundred miles away toward old Fort Dodge, beside the Arkansas River.
Jondo and Rex were to meet me there for one more trip on the long Santa Fe Trail.
Late September rains had blessed the valley of the Arkansas. The level land about Fort Dodge showed vividly green against the yellow sand-hills across the river, and the brown, barren bluffs westward, where a little city would one day rise in pretty picturesqueness. The scene was like the Garden of Eden to my eyes when I broke through the rough ridges to the north on the last lap of my long ride thither and hurried down to the fort. I grant I did not appear like one who had a right to enter Eden, for I was as brown as a Malayan. Nearly four months of hard riding, sleeping on the ground, with a sky-cover, eating buffalo meat, and drinking the dregs of slow-drying pools, had made a plainsman of me, of the breed that long since disappeared. Golf-sticks and automobile steering-wheels are held by hands to-day no less courageous than those that swung the carbine into place, and flung aside the cavalry bridle-rein in a wild onslaught in our epic day. Each age grows men, flanked by the coward and the reckless daredevil.
Rex Krane was first to recognize me when I reached the fort.
"Oh, we are all here but Mat: Clarenden, Jondo, Aunty Boone, and Little Lees; and a squad of half a dozen cavalry men are ready to go with us."
Rex drawled in his old Yankee fashion, hiding an aching heart underneath his jovial greeting.
"All of us!" I exclaimed.
"Yes. Here they all come!" Rex retorted.
They all came, but I saw only one, veiling the joy in my eyes as best I could. For with the face of Eloise before me, I knew the hardest battle of my life was calling me to colors. I had forgotten how womanly she was, or else her summer by the blessed prairies that lap up to the edge of the quiet town of Burlingame had brought her peace and helped her to put away sad memories of her mother.
Behind her--a black background for her fair, golden head--was Aunty Boone.
"Our girl was called to Santa Fe, and Daniel here goes with her. I couldn"t stay behind, of course," my uncle said. "The Comanches are making trouble all along the Cimarron, and we will go up the Arkansas by the old trail route. It is farther, but the soldiers say much safer right now, and maybe just as quick for us. There is no load of freight to hinder us--two wagons and our mounts. Besides, the cavalrymen have some matters to look after near the mountains, or we might not have had their protection granted us."
The beauty of that early autumn on the plains and mountains lingers in my memory still, though half a century has pa.s.sed since that journey on the old, long trail to Santa Fe.
At the closing of an Indian summer day we pitched our camp outside the broken walls of old Fort Bent. Every day found me near Eloise, although the same barrier was between us that had risen up the day she left me in the ruined chapel by the San Christobal River. Every day I longed to tell her what Beverly had said to me the night he--went out. It was due her that she should know how tenderly he had thought of her.
The night was irresistible, soft and balmy for the time of year, as that night had been long ago when we children were marooned inside this stronghold. A thin, growing moon hung in the crystal heavens and all the shadowy places were softened with gray tones. Jondo and Uncle Esmond and Rex Krane were talking together. Aunty Boone was clearing up after the evening meal. The soldiers were about their tasks or pastimes. Only Eloise and I were left beside the camp-fire.