Part 12 (2/2)

” I am here,” she said, giving him the most defiant of glances, ” princ.i.p.ally to look for you.”

Even the horse she rode betrayed an intention of abiding upon that spot forever. She had made her communication with Coleman appear to the Wainwright party as a sort of tender reunion.

Coleman looked at her with a steely eye. ”Nora, you can certainly be a devil when you choose.”

” Why don't you present me to your friends? Mis,; Nora Black, special correspondent of the New York Daylighi, if you please. I belong to your opposition. I am your rival, Rufus, and I draw a bigger salary-see? Funny looking gang, that.

Who is the old Johnnie in the white wig?”

”Er-where you goin'-you can't ”-blundered Coleman miserably ”Aw-the army is in retreat and you must go back to- don't you see?”

”Is it?” she agked. After a pause she added coolly: ”Then I shall go back to Arta with you and your precious Wainwrights.”

CHAPTER XV.

GIVING Coleman another glance of subtle menace Nora repeated: ”Why don't you present me to your friends? ”

Coleman had been swiftly searching the whole world for a way clear of this unhappiness, but he knew at last that he could only die at his guns. ” Why, certainly,” he said quickly, ” if you wish it.” He sauntered easily back to the luncheon blanket.

”This is Miss Black of the New York Daylight and she says that those people on the mountain are Greeks.” The students were gaping at him, and Marjory and her father sat in the same silence. But to the relief of Coleman and to the high edification of the students, Mrs. Wainwright cried out: ” Why, is she an American woman? ” And seeing Coleman's nod of a.s.sent she rustled to her feet and advanced hastily upon the complacent horsewoman. ” I'm delighted to see you. Who would think of seeing an American woman way over here. Have you been here long? Are you going on further? Oh, we've had such a dreadful time.” Coleman remained long enough to hear Nora say: ”

Thank you very much, but I shan't dismount. I am going to ride back to Arta presently.”

Then he heard Mrs. Wainwright cry: ” Oh, are you indeed ?

Why we, too, are going at once to Arta. We can all go together.” Coleman fled then to the bosom of the students, who all looked at him with eyes of cynical penetration. He cast a glance at Marjory more than fearing a glare which denoted an implacable resolution never to forgive this thing. On the contrary he had never seen her so content and serene. ”You have allowed your coffee to get chilled,” she said considerately. ”Won't you have the man warm you some more?”

”Thanks, no,” he answered with grat.i.tude.

Nora, changing her mind, had dismounted and was coming with Mrs. Wainwright. That worthy lady had long had a fund of information and anecdote the sound of which neither her husband nor her daughter would endure for a moment. Of course the rascally students were out of the question. Here, then, was really the first ear amiably and cheerfully open, and she was talking at what the students called her ”thirty knot gait.”

”Lost everything. Absolutely everything. Neither of us have even a brush and comb, or a cake of soap, or enough hairpins to hold up our hair. I'm going to take Marjory's away from her and let her braid her hair down her back. You can imagine how dreadful it is---”

From time to time the cool voice of Nora sounded without effort through this clamour. ” Oh, it will be no trouble at all. I have more than enough of everything. We can divide very nicely.”

Coleman broke somewhat imperiously into this feminine chat.

”Well, we must be moving, you know, ” and his voice started the men into activity. When the traps were all packed again on the horse Coleman looked back surprised to see the three women engaged in the most friendly discussion. The combined parties now made a very respectable squadron. Coleman rode off at its head without glancing behind at all. He knew that they were following from the soft pounding of the horses hoofs on the sod and from the mellow hum of human voices.

For a long time he did not think to look upon himself as anything but a man much injured by circ.u.mstances. Among his friends he could count numbers who had lived long lives without having this peculiar cla.s.s of misfortune come to them.

In fact it was so unusual a misfortune that men of the world had not found it necessary to pa.s.s from mind to mind a perfec t formula for dealing with it. But he soon began to consider himself an extraordinarily lucky person inasmuch as Nora Black had come upon him with her saddle bags packed with inflammable substances, so to speak, and there had been as yet only enough fire to boil coffee for luncheon. He laughed tenderly when he thought of the innocence of Mrs.

Wainwright, but his face and back flushed with heat when lie thought of the canniness of the eight American college students.

He heard a horse cantering up on his left side and looking he saw Nora Black. She was beaming with satisfaction and good nature. ” Well, Rufus,” she cried flippantly, ” how goes it with the gallant rescuer? You've made a hit, my boy. You are the success of the season.”

Coleman reflected upon the probable result of a direct appeal to Nora. He knew of course that such appeals were usually idle, but he did not consider Nora an ordinary person. His decision was to venture it. He drew his horse close to hers. ” Nora,” he said, ” do you know that you are raising the very devil? ”

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