Part 41 (1/2)

”I guess he hain't got none, he seems to be out here for pleasure like his brother.”

”Pleasure!” growled Maverick, with an oath, ”there's too many of 'em, d.a.m.n 'em, out here for pleasure; I'd give some of 'em some pleasure that they ain't a lookin' for, if I had a chance.”

His wife made no response.

”What's that girl Lyle tricked out in such finery for?” he next asked.

”They're clothes that Miss Gladden give her,” Mrs. Maverick replied, ”and it saves us jest so much, so you needn't growl; besides she looks nice.”

”Looks nice!” said Maverick, contemptuously, ”you're always bound to stick up for her! Look here, old woman,” he added, in a lower tone, but which Lyle could hear, ”have you been tellin' that girl anything?

She don't own me for her daddy lately, I notice; now, if you've been puttin' her or anybody else onto anything of the kind, I can tell you you'll be d.a.m.ned sorry for it before you git through with me.”

”I hain't said a word, it's jest a notion she's took, I dun'no why. I hain't said nothin' nor I ain't a goin' to, as long as you behave yourself, Jim Maverick, but the proofs is all ready in case you don't treat me and her jest as you'd orter.”

A terrible oath burst from Maverick's lips, but the entrance of the two boys and Minty, prevented any further conversation on this subject; and Lyle, seated in the little porch whither she had retreated from the dining-room, reflected on what she had just heard, its meaning seeming very clear to her in the light of what Miss Gladden had told her the night before.

There were proofs then in existence, probably in that very house, as to her ident.i.ty. Her friends were correct in their surmises: she had been stolen, and the villain who had committed the deed, even now trembled with apprehension lest his villainy should become known.

Those proofs she must have, and it would be worse than useless to demand them of either Maverick or his wife. She must search for them.

This she resolved to do, day by day, as opportunity afforded, until there should be no nook or corner which she had not thoroughly explored.

As Lyle recalled all that occurred within the past twenty-four hours, the most eventful period within her recollection thus far, she felt that she had virtually broken with the old life and all its a.s.sociations, and that she stood upon the threshold of a new life, higher, n.o.bler,--perhaps sweeter,--than any of which she had ever dreamed.

The return of the little company of friends to the house interrupted her thoughts, but not before she had decided fully as to her future course.

After supper, it was decided to spend that first evening on the summit of one of the nearest mountains, to watch the glories of the sunset, and to give Morton Rutherford a bird's-eye view of the beautiful scenery, before introducing him to its details.

But on the second evening, the entire party set forth for the trip to the cascades, for which Ned was so especially desirous.

Mr. Houston and Miss Gladden led the little procession, Houston carrying her guitar. Ned had const.i.tuted himself Lyle's escort by taking the violin, and they came next, while Morton Rutherford and Arthur Van Dorn brought up the rear.

Their two boats were already awaiting them, and Ned, having a.s.sisted Lyle to a seat, turned to Van Dorn.

”Mr. Van Dorn,” he said in his blandest tones, ”may we have the pleasure of your company in our boat?”

As Van Dorn laughingly accepted the invitation, Morton Rutherford turned toward his brother, saying:

”Are you not going to extend an invitation to me, also?”

”Unfortunately,” said Ned, with as much dignity as he could a.s.sume, ”this boat will seat but three people.”

”Is that so!” replied his brother, with a curious downward inflection, ”unfortunately, then, for Mr. Houston and Miss Gladden, you will have to take the other boat, as I am going in this one myself,” and stepping lightly into the boat, he pulled it quickly out into the water, leaving Ned in a state of bewilderment, alone on sh.o.r.e, as Mr.

Houston and Miss Gladden were already seated in their boat, and watching this little by-play.

There was a general laugh at Ned's expense, as he clambered into the other boat, exclaiming good-naturedly:

”Well, Mort, that's an awfully shabby trick, but then, it's all I can expect of you, anyhow.”