Part 52 (1/2)
Stone slapped himself upon the leg and hopefully announced: ”That's the only way to handle him! I want to go there, anyhow, and get a look at that woman!”
”So do I,” the old gentleman murmured. ”Some day I want to go up there, and take her back nine dollars and the mare; and tell her what her influence has stood for in this valley--better ideals and ways of living!--who can tell how far it reaches!”
”Yes, who can tell!” the doctor softly answered. ”It all seems to stand as a sort of product of Sunlight Patch, which will stay with us long after Dale has gone.”
”That is it,” the Colonel nodded, his serious gaze upon the ground, ”the product of Sunlight Patch, which will remain long after Dale and we have gone. But come,” he looked up, ”I am keeping you!”
”Well, if you don't mind, I'll go in for a minute and say good-bye--then come out and join you again.”
”I'll be d.a.m.ned if I wait here till sundown,” the old gentleman chuckled. ”Shake hands now, sir, and let me wish you G.o.d-speed in this, and all your journeys; then you may take your own good time about saying good-bye, sir! I'm going up to Brent, anyway, and tell him!--about Dale, about Dale,” he added hastily, seeing a look of consternation come into the doctor's face. But, a few minutes later when he had climbed to Brent's room, so excited was he with news and fresh plans that his very first words were: ”Did you know that that fellow, Stone, is going to marry our Nancy?” He, like Aunt Timmie, put his secrets in safe places.
Being in the third floor is why he failed to see Jess come onto the porch, or Uncle Zack admit him to the library.
Dale did not at first hear the sheriff, even when the old darky had announced him and pushed a chair up to the table. But Jess, possessing less delicacy in matters of this sort, or being more in earnest, laid a hand on the mountaineer's shoulder and gave it a rough shake. This brought him back from Cicero with a glare of fury, though quickly dismissed at sight of his visitor.
”I reckoned I'd find you 'sleep,” were the sheriff's first words, when Zack had gone.
”Oh, I sleep some in the evenin's. Sleep's mostly for women, anyhow.”
”I wouldn't be s'prised if a leetle wa'n't fer men, now an' then,” Jess grinned. ”You can't lay out watchin' his cabin till daylight, as you've been doin', an' set around with these heah books all day. Fu'st thing you know you'll be drappin' off in a snooze out thar, an' missin' him!”
”Don't let that worry you,” Dale clenched his fists. ”I got to be with these books all day, an' I got to watch for him at night--or the books won't do me any good.”
”I don't quite foller yoh reasonin'!”
”I didn't think you would,” he gave Jess a superior look. ”Got any news?”
”Nope; an' I've come to say I'm ready to give up! My hound says thar ain't a smell of 'im 'tween heah an' h.e.l.l.”
”Then your hound lies; for I tell you he's around somewhere, an' not so very far off, either!”
”Look-ee-heah,” the sheriff raised half up in his chair, ”I don't 'llow no man to call my hound a liar!”
”Oh, sit down, Jess! Didn't I just tell you I _know_ he's around somewhere?”
”Then what kind of a dawg might _you_ be, Mister Dawson?”
But Dale either did not hear, or did not want to take this up. All he said was:
”Let's keep on trying, Jess!”
”Oh, all right, if yoh're so dod-gasted suah! Go on, then, an' watch tonight, an' I'll relieve you, same as usual, jest 'foh day!”
There was nothing more to be said, so the mountaineer turned back to the table, thus curtly dismissing the sheriff whose face flushed as he got up and went out.
CHAPTER x.x.xVI
A TIN CYLINDER