The Automobile Girls Along the Hudson Part 12

"Isn't he a dear!" pursued Mollie. "I wonder if Miss Sallie is sorry now," she continued to herself. "If he were as gentle and charming when he was young as he is now, I don't think I could have been cross with him, ever."

Meanwhile, Barbara was saying to Miss Stuart:

"No; we never told Mr. Martinez where we were going, or mentioned the major's name, so of course he had no way of knowing that we were coming here. It is curious, though," she went on thoughtfully, "our meeting him here. I wonder when he arrived?"

"Yesterday, I suppose," replied Miss Sallie. "Or it may have been this morning. However, it doesn't make any difference. I am glad, at least, that a friend of ours can show him some hospitality in return for his courageous act."

By this time they had reached the top of the stairs and had a glimpse of another hall corresponding to the one below, at one end of which was a great cas.e.m.e.nt window with a broad cus.h.i.+oned window-seat under it. The other end, where the stairs turned, was lighted by an enormous stained gla.s.s window.

Little exclamations of rapture escaped the girls as they tripped over the softly carpeted floors to their rooms, which were on the left side of the hall. Opposite were the major's rooms, so Mary explained, while the young men were all quartered in the right wing except Mr. Martinez, who had a room at the end of the hall on the same side as the major's suite.

"I could live and die in a house like this, and never want to leave it,"

cried Bab, her eyes sparkling with pleasure as Mary opened the door leading to the room that had been a.s.signed to Ruth and her.

They could have a room apiece, if they wished it, the housekeeper said, but when it was discovered that this would necessitate two of the girls taking rooms in the right wing, many pa.s.sages and corridors away from the others, all said they would rather share the rooms on the main hall.

Mary looked somewhat relieved at this. It was evident she was not in favor of the right wing for the girls, either; although she did not explain her reasons.

In the large old-fas.h.i.+oned bedrooms, hung with chintz curtains and furnished with mahogany that would have been the joy of the antique dealers, were already placed the boxes and satchels of the automobilists. Two neat housemaids were engaged in unpacking their things and placing them in the drawers of the ma.s.sive highboys and wardrobes.

"Bab," exclaimed Ruth, giving her friend an affectionate little shake, "this is worth two highwaymen and a night in a Gypsy camp. I feel as if I were in an English country house. I feel we are going to have a perfectly wonderful time. And, somehow, the young Spaniard adds muchly to the whole thing. He seems to belong in the midst of carved oak and Persian rugs, doesn't he, Barbara, dear? As he stood on those steps he looked like an old Spanish portrait. All he needed was a velvet cape, a sword and a plumed hat."

"Well, that seems a good deal to complete the picture, considering he was wearing an ordinary pepper and salt suit," observed Barbara.

"I don't believe you like Senor Jose Martinez," said Ruth.

"Oh, yes I do," replied the other. "I like him and I don't like him. His eyes are just a bit too close together, and still he is very handsome.

But give me time, give me time. I don't enjoy having my likes hurried along like this. If he can play tennis, ride horseback and dance as well as he can knock down a tramp, he will be a perfect paragon among men.

Look here, Ruth," she continued, exploring the various closets, "do you know we have a bathroom all to ourselves? Did you say that Major Ten Eyck was poor when Miss Sallie threw him over?"

"Well, he wasn't rich at that time," replied Ruth; "that is, not according to Aunt Sallie's ideas, but since then, she tells me, an uncle has left him lots of money."

"Now, for a bath!" cried Barbara, as she turned the water on in the tub.

"Don't use too much of it," called Ruth. "I never saw a country house where the water didn't run short, no matter how grand a place it was.

Remember the drought, Bab, and leave a little for your fainting friend."

The girls had barely time to bathe and dress, when a deep gong sounded in the hall. The five automobilists, refreshed by their belated baths, and dainty in crisp ducks and muslins, filed down the great staircase at the sound. Miss Stuart, in a lavender organdie, her white hair piled on top of her head, led the procession.

The major, waiting for them at the foot of the steps, smiled rather sadly as he watched the charming picture. The five young men grouped together at the end of the hall, came forward at sight of the ladies.

Three of them at least were rather shy in their greetings, especially the English boy, Alfred Marsdale, who was only seventeen and still afraid of American girls. Stephen and Martin Ten Eyck, boys of sixteen and seventeen, were also rather green in the society of girls. They had no sisters and their vacations had been spent either at Ten Eyck Hall or out West on their father's ranch. And an avalanche of four pretty, vivacious young women, advancing upon them in this way, was enough to make them tongue-tied for the moment. Jimmie Butler, who was nineteen and had seen a deal of life all over the world with his mother, a well-to-do widow, was proof against embarra.s.sment, and the young Spaniard also seemed perfectly at his ease.

"Come along, young people," said the major, giving his arm to Miss Sallie and leading the way to the dining room.

Soon they were all gayly chatting at an immense, round table of black oak, so highly polished that it reflected the silver and china and the faces of the guests in its s.h.i.+ning board.

"Miss Barbara," said the major, "suppose you let us have a history of the attempt at robbery? Since it was your courage and presence of mind that drove the robber away you ought to be the one to give the most connected account. Miss Stuart tells me that he was a giant with a deep ba.s.s voice, but that the sight of a pistol made him cut and run like a rabbit. You have not heard, Jose," continued the major, turning to Martinez, "that our ladies were in danger of being robbed last night and would have been but for Miss Barbara, who drove off the robber with a pistol?"

"Is it possible?" replied Jose, looking at Barbara with admiration. "But there must be a great many robbers in this country. Almost as numerous as in the mountains of my own country. And what was the appearance of the robber, may I ask, Miss Thurston? Was he again a tramp?"

"He was not a giant," answered Barbara. "He struck me as being rather short and very slender, so slender that it made him appear taller than he was. His voice was curious. I could not describe it, and I think really it was disguised. He spoke only a few times. He wore a mask that completely covered his face, and a slouch hat, so there was no telling what his hair was like; but he gave me the impression of being dark. I think he was a coward, because he ran so fast when I pointed the pistol at him."

"Do you suppose he's hiding in the woods now, Major?" asked Mollie. "We were walking there all morning, but we had nothing to be robbed of."

"Oh, he is probably running still," replied the major. "But what is quite plain to me is that it was somebody who knew you expected to make the trip. This robber had evidently prepared beforehand for the attack.

He had chopped holes in the bridge, painted the sign, fastened the ropes across, and had arranged the whole thing during the morning. But he had not reckoned on your little pistol, Miss Barbara, had he? Ah, you are a brave girl, my dear, and they tell me that this is only one among many acts of heroism of yours."

Barbara blushed.

"I am sure any of the others would have done the same thing, Major, if Mr. Stuart had given them the pistol."

"Do the ladies in America carry firearms?" asked Alfred Marsdale, looking from one to another in a hesitating, embarra.s.sed way.

"Why, certainly, Alfred, my boy," replied Jimmie Butler. "Don't you know it's dangerous, in this country, for a woman to walk on the streets unarmed unless she is dressed like a suffragette? And then she doesn't need a pistol to make people run from her."

"Now, you're joking, Jimmie," said Alfred.

At which everybody laughed until they all felt that they had known each other much longer than just a few hours.

"While I think of it," observed the major, "I have only one request to make of my guests, and that may seem like a very inhospitable one, but you will all understand, I know. Don't be too lavish with the water."

Ruth and Barbara looked at each other and smiled.

"I mean," continued the major, "don't fill the tubs to the brim. A hand's depth is the allowance; or we shall be high and dry without any water and no prospect of any unless a rain comes. This interminable drought has dried up every brook on the place and the cisterns are lower than they have ever been before. We keep one cistern always full-not so much in case of drought as in case of fire; it might be needed some day."

They all promised to bathe in what Jimmie Butler called "two-fingers of water."

"If the water gives out," said Jimmie, "we'll beautify our complexions by bathing in milk. I think I need a lotion for a delicate skin, anyhow." Jimmie's nose was a ma.s.s of freckles.

"You would have to have your face peeled, Jimmie," said Stephen, "before you could call it delicate."

"Excuse me," replied Jimmie, "my indelicate skin then."

"I have not made any plans for your entertainment this afternoon, young ladies," the major was saying. "Miss Stuart is determined that you must lie down and sleep off the effects of the Gypsy camp. But to-morrow we shall have a picnic to make up for it, and Miss Ruth may take her tea basket, since we have none in this household."

"I'm not a bit tired now," said Ruth.

"Neither are we," echoed the other girls as they rose from the table.

"Well, suppose we make a compromise," said the major, "by showing you over the house? After that sleep must be your portion, eh, Sallie?"

"It must, indeed," replied that lady firmly, and all adjourned to the library.

CHAPTER X-AN ATTIC MYSTERY