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"I hope you enjoyed it," commented Constance, viciously, her cheeks reddening.
"Very much," replied Dan Anderson, calmly, and he looked squarely at her.
Porter Barkley, quiet and alert, once more saw the glance which pa.s.sed between these two. Into his mind, ever bent upon the business phase of any problem, there flashed a swift conviction. This was the girl! Here, miraculously at hand, was the girl whom Dan Anderson had known back in the East, the girl who had sent him West, perhaps the same girl to whom her father had referred! If so, there was certainly a solution for the riddle of Heart's Desire. Piqued as he was, his heart exulted. For the time his own jealousy must be suppressed. His accounting with Dan Anderson on this phase of the matter would come later; meanwhile he must handle the situation carefully--literally for what it is worth.
"As I was saying," continued Dan Anderson, "what's a breakfast or two among friends?"
"If it is among friends," replied Ellsworth, "and if you'll remember that, we'll eat with you."
In answer Dan Anderson began to kick together the embers of the fire and to busy himself with dishes. He was resolved to humiliate himself before this girl, to show her how absolutely unfit was the life of this land for such as herself.
Suddenly he stopped and listened, as there came to his ear the distant thin report of a rifle. Ellsworth looked inquiringly at his host.
"That's my friend, Tom Osby," explained Dan Anderson, "He went out after a deer. Tom and I came down together from the town."
"I presume you do have some sort of friends in here," began Barkley, patronizingly.
"I have never found any in the world worth having except here," replied Dan Anderson, quietly.
"Oh, now, don't say that. Mr. Ellsworth tells me that he has known you for a long time, and has the greatest admiration for you as a lawyer."
"Yes, Mr. Ellsworth is very fond of me. He's one of the most pa.s.sionate admirers I ever had in my life," said Dan Anderson.
Barkley looked at him again keenly, realizing that he had to do with a quant.i.ty not yet wholly known and gauged.
Socially the situation was strained, and he sought to ease it after his own fas.h.i.+on. "You see," he resumed, "Mr. Ellsworth seems to think that he can put you in a way of doing something for yourself up at Heart's Desire."
It was an ugly thing for him to do under the circ.u.mstances, but if he had intended to humiliate the other, he met his just rebuke.
"I don't often talk business at breakfast in my own house," said Dan Anderson. "Do you use tabasco with your _frijoles_?"
"Oh, we'll get together, we'll get together," Barkley laughed, with an a.s.sumed cordiality which did not quite ring true.
"Thank you," Dan Anderson remarked curtly; "you bring me joy this morning."
He did not relish this sort of talk in the presence of Constance Ellsworth. Disgusted with himself and with all things, be arose and made a pretence of searching in the wagon. Rummaging about, his hand struck one of the round, gutta-percha plates which had accompanied the phonograph. With silent vigor he cast it far above the tree tops below him on the mountain side.
"That," he explained to Constance as he turned, "is the 'Annie Laurie'
record of the Heart's Desire grand opera. The season is now over." The girl did not understand, but he lost the hurt look in her eyes.
Irritated, he did not hear her soul call out to him.
"It's the luckiest thing in the world that you happen to be here." Mr.
Ellsworth took up again the idea that was foremost in his mind. "You fit in like the wheels in a clock. We're going to run our railroad up into your town--I don't mind saying that right here--and we're going to give you plenty of law business, Mr. Anderson; that is to say, if you want it, and will take it."
"Thank you," said Dan Anderson, quietly. But now in spite of himself he felt his heart leap suddenly in hope. Suppose, after all, there should be for him, stranded in this out-of-the-way corner of the world, a chance for some sort of business success? Suppose that there should be, after all, some work for him to do? Suppose that, after all, he should succeed--that, after all, life might yet unfold before him as he had dreamed and planned! Unconsciously he stole a glance at the gray-clad figure on the blanket roll.
Constance sat cool, sweet, delicate but vital, refres.h.i.+ng to look upon, her gray skirt folded across her knees, the patent-leather tips of her little shoes buried in the carpet spread by the forest conifers. He could just catch the curve of her cheek and chin, the droop of the long lashes which he knew so well. Ah, if he could only go to her and tell her the absolute truth--if only it could be right for him, all his life, to tell her the truth, to tell her of his reverence, his loyalty, his love, through all these years! If, indeed, this opportunity should come to him, might not all of this one day be possible? He set his mind to his work, even as the girl held her heart to its waiting.
There came the sound of a distant whistle approaching up the trail, and ere long Tom Osby appeared, stumbling along in his pigeon-toed way, his rifle in the crook of his arm. Tom saluted the strangers briefly, and leaned his rifle against the wagon wheel. Dan Anderson made known the names of the visitors, and Tom immediately put in action his own notions of hospitality. Stepping to the wagon side he fished out a kerosene can, stoppered with a potato stuck on the spout. He removed the potato, picked up a tin cup, and proceeded calmly to pour out a generous portion.
"I always carry my liquor this way, gentlemen," said he, "because it's convenient to pour in the dark, and ain't so apt to get spilled. This here liquor sometimes makes folks forget their geogerphy. 'Missin' me one place, search another,' as Walt Whitman says. If a fellow gets a drink of this, he may take to the tall trees, or he may run straight on out of the country. You never can tell. Drink hearty."
Ellsworth and Barkley, for the sake of complacency, complied with such show of pleasure as they could muster.
"Now," said Tom, "I'll cook you a real breakfast. My _compadre_, here, can't drink and he can't cook."
"Three breakfasts before ten o'clock?" protested Constance.
But Tom was inexorable. "Eat when you get a chanct," he insisted.
"That's a good rule."
Barkley drew Ellsworth to one side. "I can't figure these people out,"
he complained.
Ellsworth chuckled. "I told you you'd need help, Barkley," he said.
"They've got ways of their own. You can't come in here and take that whole town without reckoning with the people that live there. Now suppose we get Anderson to himself and talk things over with him a little? We may not have another chance so good."
Ellsworth beckoned to Dan Anderson, and he readily joined them. The three walked a little way apart; which left Constance to the tender mercy of Tom Osby.
"That's all right, ma'am," said he, when she objected to his cleaning the knives by sticking them into the sand. "I don't reckon you do that way back home, but it's the only way you can get a knife plumb clean."
"So this is the way men live out here?" mused Constance, half to herself.
"Mostly. You ought to see him"--he nodded toward Dan Anderson--"cook flap-jacks. The woman who marries him will sh.o.r.e have a happy home.
We're goin' to send him to Congress some day, maybe."
Constance missed the irrelevance of this. "I wonder," said she, gently, "how he happened to come out here--how any one happened to come out here?"
"In his case," replied Tom, "it was probably because he wanted to get as far away from Was.h.i.+ngton as he could--his mileage will amount to more.
This is one of the best places in America, ma'am, for a man to go to Congress from." Constance smiled, though the answer did not satisfy her.
"There are folks, ma'am," Tom Osby continued, "that says that every feller come out here because of a girl somewheres. They allow that a woman sent most of us out here. For me, it was my fifth wife, or my fourth, I don't remember which. She never did treat me right, and her eyes didn't track. Yes, I'll bet, ma'am, without knowing anything about it, there was a girl back somewhere in Dan Anderson's early ree-cords, though whether it was his third or fourth wife, I don't know. We don't ask no questions about such things out here."
He went on rubbing sand around in the bottom of the frying-pan, but none the less caught, with side-long glance, the flush upon the brown cheek visible beneath its veil.
"I'm mighty glad to see you this mornin', ma'am," he went on; "I am, for a fact. It more'n pays me--it more'n pays him--" and he nodded again toward Dan Anderson, "for our trip down here. We wasn't expectin' to meet you."
"How did you happen to come?" asked Constance, feeling as she did so that she was guilty of treachery.
Tom Osby again looked her straight in the face. "Just because we was naturally so blamed lonesome," said he. "That is to say, I was. I allowed I wanted to hear a woman sing. It wasn't him, it was me. He come along to take care of me, like, because he's used to that sort of thing, and I ain't. He's my chaperoon. He didn't know, you know--didn't either of us know--but what I might be took advantage of, and stole by some gipsy queen."
"But--but the phonograph--"
Tom looked around. "Where is it?" he asked.
"Mr. Anderson kicked it down the hill."
"Did he? Good for him! I was goin' to do it my own self. You see, ma'am, I come down here to hear a song about Annie Laurie. I done so.
Ma'am, I heard about a 'face that was the fairest.' Him? Was he surprised to see you-all this morning? Was, eh? Well, he didn't seem so almighty surprised, to my way of thinkin', last night when I told him you was comin' up here from El Paso. I don't know how he knowed it, and I ain't sayin' a word."