Part 3 (2/2)

But she promptly led him toward another door, into a room containing a bed. She led him to the bedside and stood near him after he had sunk down upon it.

”You are to sleep here to-night,” she said. ”To-morrow, if you are considerably better, I may allow you to travel.” She went out, returning immediately with a small bottle containing medicine. ”If you feel worse during the night,” she directed, ”you must take a spoonful from that bottle. If you think you need anything else, don't hesitate to call. I shall be in the next room.”

He started to voice his thanks, but she cut him short with a laugh.

”Good-night,” she said. Then she went out and closed the door after her.

He awoke several times during the night and each time took a taste of the medicine in the bottle. But shortly after midnight he fell into a heavy sleep, from which he did not awaken until the dawn had come. He lay quiet for a long time, until he heard steps in the kitchen, and then he rose and went to the door, throwing it open and standing on the threshold.

She was standing near the table, a coffee pot in her hand. Her eyes widened as she saw him.

”Oh!” she exclaimed. ”You are very much better!”

He smiled. ”I'm thankin' you for it, ma'am,” he returned. ”I cert'nly wouldn't have been feelin' anything if I hadn't met you when I did.”

She put the coffee pot down and looked gravely at him.

”You were in very bad shape when you came,” she admitted. ”There was a time when I thought my remedies would not pull you through. They would not had you come five minutes later.”

He had no reply to make to this, and he stood there silent, until she poured coffee into a cup, arranged some dishes, and then invited him to sit at the table.

He needed no second invitation, for he had been twenty-four hours without food. And he had little excuse to complain of the quality of the food that was set before him. He ate in silence and when he had finished he turned away from the table to see the girl dragging a rocking chair out upon the porch. She returned immediately, smiling at him.

”Your chair is ready,” she said. ”I think you had better not exert yourself very much to-day.”

”Why, ma'am,” he expostulated, ”I'm feelin' right well. I reckon I could be travelin' now. I ain't used to bein' babied this way.”

”I don't think you are being 'babied,'” she returned a trifle coldly.

”I don't think that I would waste any time with anyone if I thought it wasn't necessary. I am merely telling you to remain for your own good.

Of course, if you wish to disregard my advice you may do so.”

He smiled with a frank embarra.s.sment and limped toward the door. ”Why, ma'am,” he said regretfully as he reached the door, ”I cert'nly don't want to do anything which you think ain't right, after what you've done for me. I don't want to belittle you, an' I think that when I said that I might have been ga.s.sin' a little. But I thought mebbe I'd been enough trouble already.”

It was not entirely the confession itself, but the self-accusing tone in which it had been uttered that brought a smile to her face.

”All the same,” she said, ”you are to do as I tell you.”

He smiled as he dropped into the chair on the porch. It was an odd experience for him. Never before in his life had anyone adopted toward him an air of even partial proprietors.h.i.+p. He had been accustomed to having people--always men--meet him upon a basis of equality, and if a man had adopted toward him the tone that she had employed there would have been an instant severing of diplomatic relations and a beginning of hostilities.

But this situation was odd--a woman had ordered him to do a certain thing and he was obeying, realizing that in doing so he was violating a principle, though conscious of a strange satisfaction. He knew that he had promised the Two Diamond manager, and he was convinced that, in spite of the pain in his foot, he was well enough to ride. But he was not going to ride; her command had settled that.

For a long time he sat in the chair, looking out over a great stretch of flat country which was rimmed on three sides by a fringe of low hills, and behind him by the cottonwood. The sun had been up long; it was swimming above the rim of distant hills--a ball of molten silver in a s.h.i.+mmering white blur. The cabin was set squarely in the center of a big clearing, and about an eighth of a mile behind him was a river--the river that he had been following when he had been bitten by the rattler.

He knew from the location of the cabin that he had not gone very far out of his way; that a ride of an eighth of a mile would bring him to the Two Diamond trail. And he could not be very far from the Two Diamond. Yet because of an order, issued by a girl, he was doomed to delay his appearance at the ranch.

He had seen no man about the cabin. Did the girl live here alone? He was convinced that no woman could long survive the solitude of this great waste of country--some man--a brother or a husband--must share the cabin with her. Several times he caught himself hoping that if there was a man here it might be a brother, or even a distant relative.

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