Part 19 (1/2)
In all the days she had been with him she had never seen him look like that. It had been his habit, his defense, to cover sadness with a smile, to joke when he was hurt. That weary, hopeless expression, the wry twist of his lips, wrung her heart and drew from her a yearning little whisper:
”Bill!”
He came out of his chair like a panther. And when his eyes beheld her in the doorway he stiffened in his tracks, staring, seeing, yet reluctant to believe the evidence of his vision. His brows wrinkled.
He put up one hand and absently ran it over his cheek.
”I wonder if I've got to the point of seeing things,” he said slowly.
”Say, little person, is it your astral body, or is it really you?”
”Of course it's me,” she cried tremulously, and with fine disregard for her habitual preciseness of speech.
He came up close to her and pinched her arm with a gentle pressure, as if he had to feel the material substance of her before he could believe. And then he put his hands on her shoulders, as he had done on the steamer that day at Bella Coola, and looked long and earnestly at her--looked till a crimson wave rose from her neck to the roots of her dark, glossy hair. And with that Roaring Bill took her in his arms, cuddled her up close to him, and kissed her, not once but many times.
”You really and truly came back, little person,” he murmured. ”Lord, Lord--and yet they say the day of miracles is past.”
”You didn't think I would, did you?” she asked, with her blus.h.i.+ng face snuggled against his st.u.r.dy breast. ”Still, you gave me a map so that I could find the place?”
”That was just taking a desperate chance. No, I never expected to see you again, unless by accident,” he said honestly. ”And I've been crying the hurt of it to the stars all the way back from the coast. I only got here yesterday. I pretty near pa.s.sed up coming back at all.
I didn't see how I could stay, with everything to remind me of you.
Say, but it looked like a lonesome hole. I used to love this place--but I didn't love it last night. It seemed about the most cheerless and depressing spot I could have picked. I think I should have ended up by touching a match to the whole business and hitting the trail to some new country. I don't know. I'm not weak. But I don't think I could have stayed here long.”
They stood silent in the doorway for a long interval, Bill holding her close to him, and she blissfully contented, careless and unthinking of the future, so filled was she with joy of the present.
”Do you love me much, little person?” Bill asked, after a little.
She nodded vigorous a.s.sent.
”Why?” he desired to know.
”Oh, just because--because you're a man, I suppose,” she returned mischievously.
”The world's chuck-full of men,” Bill observed.
”Surely,” she looked up at him. ”But they're not like you. Maybe it's bad policy to start in flattering you, but there aren't many men of your type, Billy-boy; big and strong and capable, and at the same time kind and patient and able to understand things, things a woman can't always put into words. Last fall you hurt my pride and nearly scared me to death by carrying me off in that lawless, headlong fas.h.i.+on of yours. But you seemed to know just how I felt about it, and you played fairer than any man I ever knew would have done under the same circ.u.mstances. I didn't realize it until I got back into the civilized world. And then all at once I found myself longing for you--and for these old forests and the mountains and all. So I came back.”
”Wise girl,” he kissed her. ”You'll never be sorry, I hope. It took some nerve, too. It's a long trail from here to the outside. But this North country--it gets in your blood--if your blood's red--and I don't think there's any water in your veins, little person. Lord! I'm afraid to let go of you for fear you'll vanish into nothing, like a Hindu fakir stunt.”
”No fear,” Hazel laughed. ”I've got a pony tied to a tree out there, and four Siwashes and a camp outfit over by Crooked Lake. If I should vanish I'd leave a plain trail for you to follow.”
”Well,” Bill said, after a short silence, ”it's a hundred and forty miles to a Hudson's Bay post where there's a mission and a preacher.
Let's be on our way and get married. Then we'll come back here and spend our honeymoon. Eh?”
She nodded a.s.sent.
”Are you game to start in half an hour?” he asked, holding her off at arm's length admiringly.
”I'm game for anything, or I wouldn't be here,” she retorted.
”All right. You just watch an exhibition of speedy packing,” Bill declared--and straightway fell to work.