"Wa"al, Tobe tuk up the beastis, an" I reckon he reported her ter hisself, bein" the ranger--the critter makes me laff--an" he hed that thar old haffen-blind uncle o" his"n an" Perkins Bates, ez be never sober, ter appraise the vally o" the mare, an" I s"pose he delivered thar certificate ter hisself, an" I reckon he tuk oath that she kem "thout his procure_mint_ ter his place, in the presence o" the ranger."
"I reckon thar ain"t no law agin the ranger"s bein" a ranger an" a taker-up too," put in one of the bystanders. ""Tain"t like a sher"ff "s buyin" at his own sale. An" he hed ter pay haffen her vally into the treasury o" the county arter twelve months, ef the owner never proved her away."
"Thar ain"t no sign he ever paid a cent," said Peters, with a malicious grin, pointing at the charred remains of the court-house, "an" the treasurer air jes dead."
"Wa"al, Tobe hed ter make a report ter the jedge o" the county court every six months."
"The papers of his office air cinders," retorted Peters.
"Wa"al, then," argued the optimist, "the stray-book will show ez she war reported an" sech."
"The ranger took mighty partic"lar pains ter hev his stray-book in that thar court-house when "twar burnt."
There was a long pause while the party sat ruminating upon the suspicions thus suggested.
Luke Todd heard them, not without a thrill of satisfaction. He found them easy to adopt. And he, too, had a disposition to theorize.
"It takes a mighty mean man ter steal a horse," he said. "Stealin" a horse air powerful close ter murder. Folkses" lives fairly depend on a horse ter work thar corn an" sech, an" make a support fur em. I hev"
knowed folks ter kem mighty close ter starvin" through hevin thar horse stole. Why, even that thar leetle filly of our"n, though she hedn"t been fairly bruk ter the plough, war mightily missed. We-uns hed ter make out with the old sorrel, ez air nigh fourteen year old, ter work the c.r.a.p, an" we war powerful disappointed. But we ain"t never fund no trace o"
the filly sence she war tolled off one night las" fall a year ago."
The hawk floating above the valley and its winged shadow disappeared together in the dense glooms of a deep gorge. Luke Todd watched them as they vanished.
Suddenly he lifted his eyes. They were wide with a new speculation. An angry flare blazed in them. "What sort"n beastis is this hyar mare ez the ranger tuk up?" he asked.
Peters looked at him, hardly comprehending his tremor of excitement.
"Seems sorter sizable," he replied, sibilantly, sucking his pipe-stem.
Todd nodded meditatively several times, leaning his elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on the landscape. "Hev she got enny particular marks, ez ye knows on?" he drawled.
"Wa"al, she be ez black ez a crow, with the nigh fore-foot white. An"
she hev got a white star spang in the middle o" her forehead, an" the left side o" her nose is white too."
Todd rose suddenly to his feet. "By gum!" he cried, with a burst of pa.s.sion, "she air _my_ filly! An" "twar that thar durned horse-thief of a ranger ez tolled her off!"
Deep among the wooded spurs Lonesome Cove nestles, sequestered from the world. Naught emigrates thence except an importunate stream that forces its way through a rocky gap, and so to freedom beyond. No stranger intrudes; only the moon looks in once in a while. The roaming wind may explore its solitudes; and it is but the vertical sunbeams that strike to the heart of the little basin, because of the ma.s.sive mountains that wall it round and serve to isolate it. So nearly do they meet at the gap that one great a.s.sertive crag, beetling far above, intercepts the view of the wide landscape beyond, leaving its subst.i.tuted profile jaggedly serrating the changing sky. Above it, when the weather is fair, appear vague blue lines, distant mountain summits, cloud strata, visions. Below its jutting verge may be caught glimpses of the widening valley without.
But pre-eminent, gaunt, sombre, it sternly dominates "Lonesome," and is the salient feature of the little world it limits.
Tobe Gryce"s house, gray, weather-beaten, moss-grown, had in comparison an ephemeral, modern aspect. For a hundred years its inmates had come and gone and lived and died. They took no heed of the crag, but never a sound was lost upon it. Their drawling iterative speech the iterative echoes conned. The ringing blast of a horn set astir some phantom chase in the air. When the cows came lowing home, there were lowing herds in viewless company. Even if one of the children sat on a rotting log crooning a vague, fragmentary ditty, some faint-voiced spirit in the rock would sing. Lonesome Cove?--home of invisible throngs!
As the ranger trotted down the winding road, mult.i.tudinous hoof-beats, as of a troop of cavalry, heralded his approach to the little girl who stood on the porch of the log-cabin and watched for him.
"Hy"re, Cunnel!" he cried, cordially.
But the little "Colonel" took no heed. She looked beyond him at the vague blue mountains, against which the great grim rock was heavily imposed, every ledge, every waving dead crisp weed, distinct.
He noticed the smoke curling briskly up in the sunshine from the clay and slick chimney. He strode past her into the house, as Eugenia, with all semblance of youth faded from her countenance, haggard and hollow-eyed in the morning light, was hurrying the corn-dodgers and venison steak on the table.
Perhaps he did not appreciate that the women were pining with curiosity, for he vouchsafed no word of the excitements in the little town; and he himself was ill at ease.
"What ails the Cunnel, "Genie?" he asked, presently, glancing up sharply from under his hat brim, and speaking with his mouth full.
"The cat "pears ter hev got her tongue," said Eugenia, intending that the "Colonel" should hear, and perhaps profit. "She ain"t able ter talk none this mornin"."
The little body cast so frowning a glance upon them as she stood in the doorway that her expression was but slightly less lowering than her father"s. It was an incongruous demonstration, with her infantile features, her little yellow head, and the slight physical force she represented. She wore a blue cotton frock, fastened up the back with great horn b.u.t.tons; she had on shoes laced with leather strings; one of her blue woollen stockings fell over her ankle, disclosing the pinkest of plump calves; the other stocking was held in place by an unabashed cotton string. She had a light in her dark eyes and a color in her cheek, and albeit so slight a thing, she wielded a strong coercion.
"Laws-a-ma.s.sy, Cunnel!" said Tobe, in a harried manner, "couldn"t ye find me nowhar? I"m powerful sorry. I couldn"t git back hyar no sooner."
But not in this wise was she to be placated. She fixed her eyes upon him, but made no sign.
He suddenly rose from his half-finished breakfast. "Look-a-hyar, Cunnel," he cried, joyously, "don"t ye want ter ride the filly?--ye knew ye hanker ter ride the filly."
Even then she tried to frown, but the bliss of the prospect overbore her. Her cheek and chin dimpled, and there was a gurgling display of two rows of jagged little teeth as the doughty "Colonel" was swung to his shoulder and he stepped out of the door.
He laughed as he stood by the glossy black mare and lifted the child to the saddle. The animal arched her neck and turned her head and gazed back at him curiously. "Hold on tight, Cunnel," he said as he looked up at her, his face strangely softened almost beyond recognition. And she gurgled and laughed and screamed with delight as he began to slowly lead the mare along.
The "Colonel" had the gift of continuance. Some time elapsed before she exhausted the joys of exaltation. More than once she absolutely refused to dismount. Tobe patiently led the beast up and down, and the "Colonel" rode in state. It was only when the sun had grown high, and occasionally she was fain to lift her chubby hands to her eyes, imperiling her safety on the saddle, that he ventured to seriously remonstrate, and finally she permitted herself to be a.s.sisted to the ground. When, with the little girl at his heels, he reached the porch, he took off his hat, and wiped the perspiration from his brow with his great brown hand.
"I tell ye, jouncin" round arter the Cunnel air powerful hot work," he declared.
The next moment he paused. His wife had come to the door, and there was a strange expression of alarm among the anxious lines of her face.
"Tobe," she said, in a bated voice, "who war them men?"
He stared at her, whirled about, surveyed the vacant landscape, and once more turned dumfound-ed toward her. "What men?" he asked.
"Them men ez acted so cur"ous," she said. "I couldn"t see thar faces plain, an" I dunno who they war."
"Whar war they?" And he looked over his shoulder once more.
"Yander along the ledges of the big rock. Thar war two of "em, hidin"
ahint that thar jagged aidge. An" ef yer back war turned they"d peep out at ye an" the Cunnel ridin". But whenst ye would face round agin, they"d drap down ahint the aidge o" the rock. I "lowed wunst ez I"d holler ter ye, but I war feared ye moughtn"t keer ter know." Her voice fell in its deprecatory cadence.
He stodd in silent perplexity. "Ye air a fool, "Genie, an" ye never seen nuthin". n.o.body hev got enny call ter spy on me."
He stepped in-doors, took down his rifle from the rack, and went out frowning into the sunlight.
The suggestion of mystery angered him. He had a vague sense of impending danger. As he made his way along the slope toward the great beetling crag all his faculties were on the alert. He saw naught unusual when he stood upon its dark-seamed summit, and he went cautiously to the verge and looked down at the many ledges. They jutted out at irregular intervals, the first only six feet below, and all accessible enough to an expert climber. A bush grew in a niche. An empty nest, riddled by the wind, hung dishevelled from a twig. Coa.r.s.e withered gra.s.s tufted the crevices.
Far below he saw the depths of the Cove--the tops of the leafless trees, and, glimpsed through the interlacing boughs, the rush of a mountain rill, and a white flash as a sunbeam slanted on the foam.
He was turning away, all incredulous, when with a sudden start he looked back. On one of the ledges was a slight depression. It was filled with sand and earth. Imprinted upon it was the shape of a man"s foot.
The ranger paused and gazed fixedly at it. "Wa"al, by the Lord!" he exclaimed, under his breath. Presently, "But they hev no call!" he.
argued. Then once more, softly, "By the Lord!"
The mystery baffled him. More than once that day he went up to the crag and stood and stared futilely at the footprint. Conjecture had license and limitations, too. As the hours wore on he became hara.s.sed by the sense of espionage. He was a bold man before the foes he knew, but this idea of inimical lurking, of furtive scrutiny for unknown purposes, preyed upon him. He brooded over it as he sat idle by the fire. Once he went to the door and stared speculatively at the great profile of the cliff. The sky above it was all a l.u.s.trous amber, for the early sunset of the shortest days of the year was at hand. The mountains, seen partly above and partly below it, wore a glamourous purple. There were clouds, and from their rifts long divergent lines of light slanted down upon the valley, distinct among their shadows. The sun was not visible--only in the western heavens was a half-veiled effulgence too dazzlingly white to be gazed upon. The ranger shaded his eyes with his hand.