Part 26 (1/2)

”I am afraid they are scattered again,” he said. ”It was very clumsy of me, but I find it hurts me to use my left hand.”

Barbara thrust the papers into the case. ”I am sorry I didn't think of that,” she said. ”Even if you don't appreciate my thanks you will have to put up with my brother-in-law's, and he is a man who remembers. It might have cost him a good deal if anybody who could not be trusted had seen those papers--and now no more of them. Take that canvas chair, and don't move again until I tell you.”

Brooke made no answer, and Barbara went out into the corridor.

”Will you dress as quickly as you can, Katty, and come down,” she said.

”I don't know where you keep the decanters, and I want to give Mr.

Brooke, who is hurt a little, a gla.s.s of wine.”

Brooke protested, but Barbara laughed as she said, ”It will really be a kindness to Katty, who is now, I feel quite sure, lying in a state of terror, with everything she dare reach out to get hold of rolled about her head.”

It was three or four minutes later when Mrs. Devine appeared, and Barbara turned towards her, speaking very quietly.

”There is nothing to be gained by getting nervous now,” she said. ”A man came in to steal Grant's papers about the mine, and Mr. Brooke, who saw him, crept in after him, though he had only a little bar, and the man had a pistol. I fancy Grant is considerably indebted to him, and we must, at least, keep him here until one of the boys brings up the settlement doctor.”

Brooke rose to his feet, but Barbara moved swiftly to the door and turned the key in it.

”No,” she said, decisively. ”You are not going away when you are scarcely fit to walk. Katty, you haven't brought the wine yet.”

Brooke sat down again, and making no answer, looked away from her, for though he would greatly have preferred it he scarcely felt capable of reaching his tent. Then there was silence for several minutes until Mrs.

Devine came back with the wine.

”You are going to stay here until your arm is seen to. My husband would not be pleased if we did not do everything we could for you,” she said.

XVIII.

BROOKE MAKES A DECISION.

It was the second morning after the attempt upon the papers, and Brooke lay in a basket chair on the little verandah at the ranch. In spite of the settlement doctor's ministrations his arm was a good deal more painful than he had expected it to be, his head ached; and he felt unpleasantly lethargic and limp. It, however, seemed to him that this wound was not sufficiently serious to account for this, and he wondered vaguely whether it resulted from too strenuous physical exertion coupled with the increasing mental strain he had borne of late. That question was, however, of no great importance, for he had a more urgent one to grapple with, and in the meanwhile it was pleasant to lie there and listen languidly while Barbara talked to him.

The suns.h.i.+ne lay bright upon the climbing pines which filled the listless air with resinous odors, but there was restful shadow on the verandah, and wherever the eye wandered an entrancing vista of gleaming snow. Brooke had, however, seen a good deal of snow, and floundered through it waist-deep, already, and it was the girl who sat close at hand, looking, it seemed to him, refres.h.i.+ngly cool and dainty in her loose white dress, his gaze most often rested on. Her quiet graciousness had also a soothing effect upon the man who had risen unrefreshed after a night of mental conflict which had continued through the few brief s.n.a.t.c.hes of fevered sleep. Brooke felt the need of moral stimulant as well as physical rest, for the struggle he had desisted from for the time was not over yet.

He was tenacious of purpose, but it had cost him an effort to adhere to the terms of his compact with Saxton, and it was with a thrill of intense disgust he realized how far it had led him when he came upon the thief, for there was no ignoring the fact that it would be very difficult to make any great distinction between them. It had also become evident that he could not continue to play the part Saxton had allotted him, and yet if he threw it over he stood to lose everything his companion, who was at once a reproach to him and an incentive to a continuance in the career of deception, impersonated. Her society and his few visits to the ranch had shown him the due value of the refinement and congenial environment which no man without dollars could hope to enjoy, and re-awakened an appreciation of the little amenities and decencies of life which had become scarcely more than a memory to him. With the six thousand dollars in his hands he might once more attain them, but it was now evident that the memory of how he had accomplished it would tend to mar any satisfaction he could expect to derive from this. He could, in the meanwhile, neither nerve himself to bear the thought of the girl's scorn when she realized what his purpose had been, nor bid her farewell and go back to the aimless life of poverty. One thing alone was certain. Devine's papers were safe from him.

He lay silent almost too long, watching her with a vague longing in his gaze, for her head was partly turned from him. He could see her face in profile, which accentuated its clean chiselling, while her pose displayed the firm white neck and fine lines of the figure the thin white dress flowed away from. He had also guessed enough of her character to realize that it was not to any approach to physical perfection she owed most of her attractiveness, for it seemed to him that she brought with her an atmosphere of refinement and tranquillity which nothing that was sordid or ign.o.ble could breathe in. Perhaps she felt his eyes upon her, for she turned at last and glanced at him.

”I have been thinking--about that night,” she said.

”You really shouldn't,” said Brooke, who felt suddenly uneasy. ”It isn't worth while.”

Barbara smiled. ”That is a point upon which opinions may differ, but I understand your att.i.tude. You see, I have been in England, and you apparently believe it the correct thing to hide your light under a bushel there.”

”No,” said Brooke, drily, ”at least, not all of us. In fact, we are not averse from graciously permitting other folks, and now and then the Press, to proclaim our good deeds for us. I don't know that the more primitive fas.h.i.+on of doing it one's self isn't quite as tasteful.”

Barbara shook her head. ”There are,” she said, ”several kinds of affectation, and I am not to be put off. Now, you are quite aware that you did my brother-in-law a signal service, and contrived to get me out of a very unpleasant, and, I fancy, a slightly perilous situation.”