"Wal, Brackton, the boy"s crazy," said Bostil.
"So I reckon. An" I"m afeared he"ll burn us out--he"s crazy on fires, anyway--or do somethin" like."
"He"s sure a problem. Wal, we"ll see," replied Bostil, soberly.
And they went out to find Slone waiting. Then Bostil called his guests, and with Slone also accompanying him, went home.
Bostil threw off the recurring gloom, and he was good-natured when Lucy came to his room to say good night. He knew she had come to say more than that.
"h.e.l.lo, daughter!" he said. "Aren"t you ashamed to come facin" your poor old dad?"
Lucy eyed him dubiously. "No, I"m not ashamed. But I"m still a little--afraid."
"I"m harmless, child. I"m a broken man. When you put Sage King out of the race you broke me."
"Dad, that isn"t funny. You make me an--angry when you hint I did something underhand."
"Wal, you didn"t consult ME."
"I thought it would be fun to surprise you all. Why, you"re always delighted with a surprise in a race, unless it beats you.... Then, it was my great and only chance to get out in front of the King. Oh, how grand it"d have been! Dad, I"d have run away from him the same as the others!"
"No, you wouldn"t," declared Bostil.
"Dad, Wildfire can beat the King!"
"Never, girl! Knockin" a good-tempered hoss off his pins ain"t beatin"
him in a runnin"-race."
Then father and daughter fought over the old score, the one doggedly, imperturbably, the other spiritedly, with flashing eyes. It was different this time, however, for it ended in Lucy saying Bostil would never risk another race. That stung Bostil, and it cost him an effort to control his temper.
"Let thet go now. Tell me all about how you saved Wildfire, an" Slone, too."
Lucy readily began the narrative, and she had scarcely started before Bostil found himself intensely interested. Soon he became absorbed.
That was the most thrilling and moving kind of romance to him, like his rider"s dreams.
"Lucy, you"re sure a game kid," he said, fervidly, when she had ended.
"I reckon I don"t blame Slone for fallin" in love with you."
"Who said THAT!" inquired Lucy.
"n.o.body. But it"s true--ain"t it?"
She looked up with eyes as true as ever they were, yet a little sad, he thought, a little wistful and wondering, as if a strange and grave thing confronted her.
"Yes, Dad--it"s--it"s true," she answered, haltingly.
"Wal, you didn"t need to tell me, but I"m glad you did."
Bostil meant to ask her then if she in any sense returned the rider"s love, but unaccountably he could not put the question. The girl was as true as ever--as good as gold. Bostil feared a secret that might hurt him. Just as sure as life was there and death but a step away, some rider, sooner or later, would win this girl"s love. Bostil knew that, hated it, feared it. Yet he would never give his girl to a beggarly rider. Such a man as Wetherby ought to win Lucy"s hand. And Bostil did not want to know too much at present; he did not want his swift-mounting animosity roused so soon. Still he was curious, and, wanting to get the drift of Lucy"s mind, he took to his old habit of teasing.
"Another moonstruck rider!" he said. "Your eyes are sure full moons, Lucy. I"d be ashamed to trifle with these poor fellers."
"Dad!"
"You"re a heartless flirt--same as your mother was before she met ME."
"I"m not. And I don"t believe mother was, either," replied Lucy. It was easy to strike fire from her.
"Wal, you did dead wrong to ride out there day after day meetin" Slone, because--young woman--if he ever has the nerve to ask me for you I"ll beat him up bad."
"Then you"d be a brute!" retorted Lucy.
"Wal, mebbe," returned Bostil, secretly delighted and surprised at Lucy"s failure to see through him. But she was looking inward. He wondered what hid there deep in her. "But I can"t stand for the nerve of thet."
"He--he means to--to ask you."
"The h----.... A-huh!"
Lucy did not catch the slip of tongue. She was flushing now. "He said he"d never have let me meet him out there alone--unless--he--he loved me--and as our neighbors and the riders would learn of it--and talk--he wanted you and them to know he"d asked to--to marry me."
"Wal, he"s a square young man!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Bostil, involuntarily. It was hard for Bostil to hide his sincerity and impulsiveness; much harder than to hide unworthy attributes. Then he got back on the other track. "That"ll make me treat him decent, so when he rides up to ask for you I"ll let him off with, "No!"
Lucy dropped her head. Bostil would have given all he had, except his horses, to feel sure she did not care for Slone.
"Dad--I said--"No"--for myself," she murmured.
This time Bostil did not withhold the profane word of surprise. "... So he"s asked you, then? Wal, wal! When?"
"To-day--out there in the rocks where he waited with Wildfire for me.
He--he--"
Lucy slipped into her father"s arms, and her slender form shook. Bostil instinctively felt what she then needed was her mother. Her mother was dead, and he was only a rough, old, hard rider. He did not know what to do--to say. His heart softened and he clasped her close. It hurt him keenly to realize that he might have been a better, kinder father if it were not for the fear that she would find him out. But that proved he loved her, craved her respect and affection.
"Wal, little girl, tell me," he said.
"He--he broke his word to me."
"A-huh! Thet"s too bad. An" how did he?"
"He--he--" Lucy seemed to catch her tongue.
Bostil was positive she had meant to tell him something and suddenly changed her mind. Subtly the child vanished--a woman remained. Lucy sat up self-possessed once more. Some powerfully impelling thought had transformed her. Bostil"s keen sense gathered that what she would not tell was not hers to reveal. For herself, she was the soul of simplicity and frankness.
"Days ago I told him I cared for him," she went on. "But I forbade him to speak of it to me. He promised. I wanted to wait till after the race--till after I had found courage to confess to you. He broke his word.... Today when he put me up on Wildfire he--he suddenly lost his head."
The slow scarlet welled into Lucy"s face and her eyes grew shamed, but bravely she kept facing her father.
"He--he pulled me off--he hugged me--he k-kissed me.... Oh, it was dreadful--shameful! ... Then I gave him back--some--something he had given me. And I told him I--I hated him--and I told him, "No!""