Part 71 (1/2)
”Are you-uns revernues?”
”Why do you ask us?” Frank quickly counter questioned. ”You must know that we will lie if we are, and so you will hear our denial anyway. That can give you little satisfaction.”
”Look hyar--she tol' me fair an' squar' that you-uns warn't revernues, but I dunno how she could tell.”
”Of whom are you speaking?”
Frank fancied that he knew, but he put the question, and Muriel answered:
”Ther gal that saved yore lives by comin' ter me an' tellin' me ther boys had taken you outer her mammy's house.”
”Kate Kenyon?”
”Yes.”
”G.o.d bless her! She did save our lives, for if you had been one minute later you would not have arrived in time. Dear girl! I'll not forget her!”
Muriel moved uneasily, and he did not seem pleased by Frank's words, although his face could not be seen. It was some moments before he spoke, but his voice was strangely cold and hard when he did so.
”It's well ernough fer you-uns ter remember her, but ye'd best take car'
how ye speak o' her. She's got friends in ther maountings--true friends.”
Frank was startled, and he felt the hot blood rush to his face. Then, in a moment, he cried:
”Friends! Well, she has no truer friends than the boys she saved to-night! I hope you will not misconstrue our words, Mr. Muriel.”
A sound like a smothered laugh came from behind that baffling mask, and Muriel said:
”Yo're hot-blooded. I war simply warnin' you-uns in advance, that's all.
I thought it war best.”
”It was quite unnecessary. We esteem Miss Kenyon too highly to say anything that can give a friend of hers just cause to strike against us.”
”Wal, city chaps are light o' tongue, an' they're apt ter think that ev'ry maounting girl is a fool ef she don't have book learnin'. Some city chaps make their boast how easy they kin 'mash' such gals. Anything like that would count agin' you-uns.”
Frank was holding himself in check with an effort.
”It is plain you do not know us, and you have greatly misjudged us. We are not in the mountains to make 'mashes,' and we are not the kind to boast of our conquests.”
”Thot's right, me jool!” growled Barney, whose temper was started a bit.
”An' it's mesilf thot loikes to be suspected av such a thing. It shtirs me foighting blud.”
The Irish lad clinched his fist, and felt of his muscle, moving his forearm up and down, and scowling blackly at the cool chief of moons.h.i.+ners, as if longing to thump the fellow.
This seemed to amuse Muriel, but still he persisted in further arousing the lads by saying, insinuatingly:
”I war led ter b'lieve that Kate war ruther interested in you-uns by her manner. Thar don't no maounting gal take so much trouble over strangers fer nothin'!”
Frank bit his lip, and Barney looked blacker than ever. It seemed that Muriel was trying to draw them into a trap of some sort, and they were growing suspicious. Had this young leader of mountain ruffians rescued them that he might find just cause or good excuse to put them out of the way?