"Yes, sir; my name is Aydelot," Asher replied, deciding at once that this stranger was not to be accepted on sight, a judgment based not on a woman"s instinct but on a man"s experience.
"Any of these claims ever been entered?" Champers asked.
"Yes, sir; most of them," Asher responded.
"I see. Couldn"t make it out here. I s"pose you"ll get out next. Hard place to take root. Most too far away, and land"s a little thin, I see,"
the real estate dealer remarked carelessly.
"Yes, it"s pretty well out," Asher a.s.sented.
"The river ever get low here?" was the next query.
"Not often, in the winter," Asher replied.
"Most too uncertain for water power, though, and the railroad ain"t comin"
this way at all. I must be gettin" on. One man"s too few to be travelin"
so fur from civilization."
"Come up to the cabin for the night," Asher said, with a plainsman"s courtesy.
"Thank you, no. Hope to see you again nearer to the Lord"s ground; losin"
game here. Good-by."
Asher did not look like a disappointed man when he reached the Sunflower Inn.
"Best news in the world," he declared when Virginia related what had happened in the cabin that afternoon. "A man who goes prospecting around the Kansas prairies doesn"t discourage the poor cuss he pities; he tries to encourage the wretch to hold on to land he wouldn"t have himself.
Listen to me, Virgie. That man has his eye on Gra.s.s River right now. I know his breed."
Meanwhile the early dusk found Champers and Smith approaching Shirley"s premises.
"I don"t know about Aydelot," Champers declared as they lariated their ponies beyond the corral. "He"s one of the clear-eyed fellows who sees a good thing about as soon as you sight it yourself, and then he turns clam and leach and you won"t move him nor get nothin" out of him, and that"s all there is to it."
"Yes, I know that. I mean, you say he does?" Smith seemed too preoccupied to follow his own words, but Champers followed Smith shrewdly enough.
They made a hasty but careful examination of the premises, keeping wide of the cabin where the sick man lay.
"He"s got three horses in there. He"s well fixed," Champers declared, peering into the stable, where it was too dark to discover that the third horse was Dr. Carey"s. "Let"s hike off for some deserted shack for the night and get an early start for the Crossing in the morning. Easy trick, this, gettin" in and out of here unseen. And it"s one of the best claims on Gra.s.s River."
"Couldn"t we slip into the cabin?" Smith asked in a half whisper. "If he"s too sick"--Something in the man"s face made it look diabolical in the fading twilight, and he seemed about to start toward the house.
"Now, see here, Mr. Smith," Champers said with slow sternness. "What"d I say back there about women? Neither we ain"t man-slaughterers out here, though your _Police Gazette_ and your dime novels paint us that way.
There"s more murderers per capiter to a single street in New York than in the whole state of Kansas, right now. If it"s land and money, we"re after it, tooth an" toenail, but forget the thing in your mind this minute or you an" me parts company right here, an" you can hoof it back to Carey"s Crossing or Wilmington, Delaware."
Smith made no reply and they mounted their ponies and galloped away.
And all the while Dr. Horace Carey, inside the unlighted cabin, had watched their movements with grim curiosity, even to the hesitating, half-expressed intention of entering the dwelling.
"Champers would pull up another man"s stakes and drive them into his own ground if he wanted them, but that Thomas Smith would drive them through the other fellow"s body if n.o.body else was around," was the doctor"s mental comment as he went outside and watched the course of the two men till the twilight gathered them in.
When the turning point came to the sick man, the up-climb was marvelous, as his powers of recoil a.s.serted themselves.
"It is just a matter of self-control and good spirits now, Shirley, and you have both," Dr. Carey said, as he sat by his patient on the ninth day.
"You staid the game out, Carey," Shirley said with an undertone of hopelessness behind his smile. "What possessed you to happen in, anyhow?"
"I was possessed not to come and turned back after I"d started. If I hadn"t met Mrs. Aydelot coming after me I"d have rampsed off up on Big Wolf Creek for a week, maybe, and missed your case entirely."
"And likewise my big fee," Jim interrupted. "Some men are born lucky. And so Mrs. Aydelot went after you. Asher"s a fortunate man to have a wife like Virginia, although he had to give up an inheritance for her."
"How was that?" Carey asked, glad to see the hopeless look leaving Jim"s eyes.
"Oh, it"s a pretty long story for a sick man. The mere facts are that Asher Aydelot was to have bank stock, a good paying hotel, and a splendid big farm if he"d promise never to marry any descendant of Jerome Thaine, of Virginia. Asher hiked out West and enlisted in the cavalry and did United States scout duty for two years, hoping to forget Virginia Thaine, who is a descendant of this Jerome Thaine. But it wasn"t any use. Distance don"t count, you know, in cases like that."
"Yes, I know."
Shirley was too sick to notice Dr. Carey"s face, and he did not remember afterward how low and hard those three words sounded.
"It seems Virginia had pulled Asher through a fever in a Rebel hospital, and we all love our nurses." Jim patted the doctor"s knee as he said this.
"And when the father"s will was read out against ever, ever, ever his son marrying a Thaine, Asher promptly said that the whole inheritance, bank stock, hotel, and farm, might go where--the old man Aydelot had already gone--maybe. Anyhow, he married Virginia Thaine and she was game to come out here and pioneer on a Gra.s.s River claim. Strange what a woman will do for love, isn"t it? And to go on a forty-mile ride to save a worthless pup"s life! That"s me. Think of the daughter of one of those old Virginia homes up to a trick like that?"
"You"ve talked enough now."
Shirley looked up in surprise at this stern command, but Dr. Carey had gone to the other side of the cabin and sat staring out at the river running bank-full at the base of the little slope.
When he turned to his patient again, the old tender look was in his eyes.
Men loved Jim Shirley if they cared for him at all. And now the pathetic hopelessness of Jim"s face cut deep as Carey studied it.
"I say, Shirley, did you ever know a man back East named Thomas Smith?" he asked.
"No. Strange name, that! Where"d you run onto it? Smith! Smith! How do you spell it?" Jim replied indifferently.
"With a spoonful of quinine in epsom salts, taken raw, if you don"t pay attention. Now listen to me." The doctor"s tone was as cheery as ever.
"Well, don"t make it necessary for me to tell you when you"ve talked enough."
In spite of the joking words, there was a listless hopelessness in Shirley"s voice, matching the dull, listless eyes. And Horace Carey rose to the situation at once.
"A stranger named Thomas Smith came to the Crossing the day I came down here. Rather a small man, with close-set, dark eyes; signed his name in a cramped, left-handed writing. I noticed his right hand seemed a little stiff, sort of paralyzed at the wrist. But here"s the funny thing. He made me uneasy, and he made me think of you. Could you identify him? He looked as much like you as I look like that young darkey, Bo Peep, up at the Jacobs House."
"None of my belongings. You are a delicate plant to be so sensitive to strangers." Jim sighed from mental weariness more than from physical weakness.
"I was sensitive, and when I heard Stewart call out your name in the mail and saw this man step up as if to take the letter, I took it. And if you"ll take a brace and decide it"s worth while you can have it. It"s addressed in a woman"s handwriting, not a Thomas Smith style of pinching letters out of a penholder and squeezing them off the pen point. Lie down there, man!"
For Jim was sitting up, listening intently. With trembling fingers he took the letter and read it eagerly. Then he looked at Carey with eyes in which listlessness had given place to determination.
"Doctor, I was ready to throw up the game five minutes ago. Now I"ll do anything to get back to strength and work."