"It"s an open race, isn"t it?"
"Open as the desert, Lucy," he replied. "What"s this hoss Wildfire you"ve entered?"
"Wouldn"t you like to know?" taunted Lucy.
"If he"s as good as his name you might be in at the finish.... But, Lucy, my dear, talkin" good sense now--you ain"t a-goin" to go up on some unbroken mustang in this big race?"
"Dad, I"m going to ride a horse."
"But, Lucy, ain"t it a risk you"ll be takin"--all for fun?"
"Fun! ... I"m in dead earnest."
Bostil liked the look of her then. She had paled a little; her eyes blazed; she was intense. His question had brought out her earnestness, and straightway Bostil became thoughtful. If Lucy had been a boy she would have been the greatest rider on the uplands; and even girl as she was, superbly mounted, she would have been dangerous in any race.
"Wal, I ain"t afraid of your handlin" of a hoss," he said, soberly.
"An" as long as you"re in earnest I won"t stop you. But, Lucy, no bettin". I won"t let you gamble."
"Not even with you?" she coaxed.
Bostil stared at the girl. What had gotten into her? "What"ll you bet?"
he, queried, with blunt curiosity.
"Dad, I"ll go you a hundred dollars in gold that I finish one--two--three."
Bostil threw back his head to laugh heartily. What a chip of the old block she was! "Child, there"s some fast hosses that"ll be back of the King. You"d be throwin" away money."
Blue fire shone in his daughter"s eyes. She meant business, all right, and Bostil thrilled with pride in her.
"Dad, I"ll bet you two hundred, even, that I beat the King!" she flashed.
"Wal, of all the nerve!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Bostil. "No, I won"t take you up.
Reckon I never before turned down an even bet. Understand, Lucy, ridin"
in the race is enough for you."
"All right, Dad," replied Lucy, obediently.
At that juncture Bostil suddenly shoved back his plate and turned his face to the open door. "Don"t I hear a runnin" hoss?"
Aunt Jane stopped the noise she was making, and Lucy darted to the door. Then Bostil heard the sharp, rhythmic hoof-beats he recognized.
They shortened to clatter and pound--then ceased somewhere out in front of the house.
"It"s the King with Van up," said Lucy, from the door. "Dad, Van"s jumped off--he"s coming in ... he"s running. Something has happened....
There are other horses coming--riders--Indians."
Bostil knew what was coming and prepared himself. Rapid footsteps sounded without.
"h.e.l.lo, Miss Lucy! Where"s Bostil?"
A lean, supple rider appeared before the door. It was Van, greatly excited.
"Come in, boy," said Bostil. "What"re you fl.u.s.tered about?"
Van strode in, spurs jangling, cap in hand. "Boss, there"s--a sixty-foot raise--in the river!" Van panted.
"Oh!" cried Lucy, wheeling toward her father.
"Wal, Van, I reckon I knowed thet," replied Bostil. "Mebbe I"m gettin"
old, but I can still hear.... Listen."
Lucy tiptoed to the door and turned her head sidewise and slowly bowed it till she stiffened. Outside were, sounds of birds and horses and men, but when a lull came it quickly filled with a sullen, low boom.
"Highest flood we--ever seen," said Van.
"You"ve been down?" queried Bostil, sharply.
"Not to the river," replied Van. "I went as far as--where the gulch opens--on the bluff. There was a string of Navajos goin" down. An" some comin" up. I stayed there watchin" the flood, an" pretty soon Somers come up the trail with Blakesley an" Brack an" some riders.... An"
Somers hollered out, "The boat"s gone!""
"Gone!" exclaimed Bostil, his loud cry showing consternation.
"Oh, Dad! Oh, Van!" cried Lucy, with eyes wide and lips parted.
"Sure she"s gone. An" the whole place down there--where the willows was an" the sand-bar--it was deep under water."
"What will become of Creech"s horses?" asked Lucy, breathlessly.
"My G.o.d! ain"t it a shame!" went on Bostil, and he could have laughed aloud at his hypocrisy. He felt Lucy"s blue eyes riveted upon his face.
"Thet"s what we all was sayin"," went on Van. "While we was watchin"
the awful flood an" listenin" to the deep b.u.m--b.u.m--b.u.m of rollin"
rocks some one seen Creech an" two Piutes leadin" the hosses up thet trail where the slide was. We counted the hosses--nine. An" we saw the roan shine blue in the sunlight."
"Piutes with Creech!" exclaimed Bostil, the deep gloom in his eyes lighting. "By all thet"s lucky! Mebbe them Indians can climb the hosses out of thet hole an" find water an" gra.s.s enough."
"Mebbe," replied Van, doubtfully. "Sure them Piutes could if there"s a chance. But there ain"t any gra.s.s."
"It won"t take much gra.s.s travelin" by night."
"So lots of the boys say. But the Navajos they shook their heads. An"
Farlane an" Holley, why, they jest held up their hands."
"With them Indians Creech has a chance to get his hosses out," declared Bostil. He was sure of his sincerity, but he was not certain that his sincerity was not the birth of a strange, sudden hope. And then he was able to meet the eyes of his daughter. That was his supreme test.
"Oh, Dad, why, why didn"t you hurry Creech"s horses over?" said Lucy, with her tears falling.
Something tight within Bostil"s breast seemed to ease and lessen. "Why didn"t I? ... Wal, Lucy, I reckon I wasn"t in no hurry to oblige Creech. I"m sorry now."
"It won"t be so terrible if he doesn"t lose the horses," murmured Lucy.