Part 3 (1/2)

”You will,” the rancher a.s.sured him. ”If that man's alive to-morrow you'll get your money; I'll go bail for him. He's just the man you mention, but I'm considerably less sure about the crankiness than I was this morning. There's a quant.i.ty of fine clean sand in him.”

Meanwhile, and soon after Geoffrey had set out for the store, the two girls strolled down the trail to ascertain how he was progressing.

They looked at each other significantly when they came upon the litter of debris and tools.

”Lit out!” announced Jean Graham. ”The sight of all that work was too much for him. He'll be lying on his back now by the river thinking poetry. This country's just thick with reposeful Britishers n.o.body at home has any use for, and their kind friends s.h.i.+p off onto us. In a way I'm sorry. He lit out hungry, and he didn't look like a loafer.”

”I'm afraid we were a little hard upon him,” said Helen, smiling.

”Still, I am somewhat surprised he did not carry out his bargain.”

”You can never trust those gilt-edge Britishers,” said Jean Graham with authority. ”There was old man Peters who took one of them in, and he'd sit in the store nights making little songs to his banjo, and talking just wonderful. Said he was a baronet or something, if he had his rights, and made love to Sally. Old fool Peters believed him, and lent him three hundred dollars to start a lawsuit over his English property with. Dessay Peters thought red-haired Sally would look well trailing round as a countess in a gold-hemmed dress. The baronet took the money, but wanted some more, and lit out the same night with Lou of the Sapin Rouge saloon.”

”I should hardly expect all that from our acquaintance of this morning, but I am disappointed, though I'm sure I don't know why I should be,”

said Helen Savine.

The sunlight had faded from the valley, though the peaks still s.h.i.+mmered orange and red, and the broken edge of a glacier flashed like a great rose diamond, when the two girls sat on the veranda encircling Graham's ranch-house. The rancher and his stalwart sons were away rounding up his cattle, but Jean was expecting both them and her mother and the delayed supper was ready. The evening was very still and cool.

The life-giving air was heavy with the breath of dew-touched cedars, while the hoa.r.s.e clamor of the river accentuated the hush of the mountain solitude. Strange to say, both of the girls were thinking about the vagrant, and Helen Savine, who considered herself a judge of character, had been more impressed by him than she would have cared to admit. There was no doubt, she reflected, that the man was tolerably good-looking and had enjoyed some training, though perhaps not the best, in England. He had also known adversity, she deduced from the gauntness of his face and a certain grimness of expression. She had noticed that his chin indicated a masterful expression and she was, therefore, the more surprised that he had allowed himself to be vanquished by the boulder.

Suddenly a heavy crash broke through the musical jangle of cow bells that drew nearer up the valley, and a cloud of yellow smoke curling above the dark branches spread itself across the fir tops in filmy folds.

”I guess that's our hobo blowing the rock up!” cried Jean. ”I wonder where he stole the giant powder from. Well, daddy's found his cattle, and the swearing will have made him hungry. I'll start Kate on to the supper, and we'll bring the man in when he comes round for his dollar.”

Presently Thurston knocked at the door, and strode in at a summons to enter. Slightly abashed, he halted inside the threshold. Jean, looking ruddy and winsome in light print dress, with sleeves rolled clear of each plump fore-arm, was spreading great platefuls of hot cakes and desiccated fruits among the more solid viands on the snowy tablecloth. Geoffrey found it difficult to refrain from glancing wolfishly at the good things until his eyes rested upon Miss Savine, and then it cost him an effort to turn them away. Helen reclined on an ox-hide lounge. An early rose rested among the glossy cl.u.s.ters of her thick, dark hair. A faint tinge of crimson showed through the pale olive in her cheek, and he caught the glimmer of pearly teeth between the ripe red lips. In her presence he grew painfully conscious that he was ragged, toil-stained and dusty, though he had made the best toilet he could beside a stream.

”I have removed the rock, and have brought the tools back,” he said.

”How much did the explosives cost you?” asked Helen, and Geoffrey smiled.

”If you will excuse me, is not that beside the question? I engaged to remove the boulder, and I have done it,” he answered.

Ever since her mother's death, Helen Savine had ruled her father and most of the men with whom she came in contact. She had come to the ranch with Mr. Savine, who was interested in many enterprises in the neighborhood and she was prepared to be interested in whatever occurred. Few of her wishes ever had been thwarted, so, naturally, she was conscious of a faint displeasure that a disheveled wanderer should even respectfully slight her question. Placing two silver coins on the table, the said coldly:

”Then here are your covenanted wages, and we are obliged to you.”

Geoffrey handed one of the coins back with a slight inclination of his head. ”Our bargain was one dollar, madam, and I cannot take more.

Perhaps you have forgotten,” he replied.

Helen was distinctly annoyed now. The color grew a little warmer in her cheek and her eyes brighter, but she uttered only a ”Thank you,”

and took up the piece of silver.

Jean Graham, prompted by the Westerner's generous hospitality, and a feeling that she had been overlooked, spoke:

”You have earned a square meal any way, and you're going to get it,”

she declared. ”Sit right down there and we'll have supper when the boys come in.”

Uneasily conscious that Helen was watching him, Thurston cast a swift hungry glance at the food. Then, remembering his frayed and tattered garments and the hole in his boot, he answered: ”I thank you, but as I must be well on my way to-morrow I cannot stay.”

”Then you'll take these along, and eat them when it suits you,” said the girl, deftly thrusting a plateful of hot cakes upon him. Divided between grat.i.tude and annoyance, Geoffrey stood still, stupidly holding out the dainties at arm's length, while flavored syrup dripped from them. It was equally impossible to return them without flagrant discourtesy or to retire with any dignity. Finally, he moved out backwards still clutching the plate of cakes, and when he had disappeared Helen laughed softly, while Jean's merriment rang out in rippling tones.