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"Kells, you don't mean me to wear these?" asked Joan, incredulously.
"Certainly. Why not? Just the thing. A little fancy, but then you're a girl. We can't hide that. I don't want to hide it."
"I won't wear them," declared Joan.
"Excuse me--but you will," he replied, coolly and pleasantly.
"I won't!" cried Joan. She could not keep cool.
"Joan, you've got to take long rides with me. At night sometimes. Wild rides to elude pursuers sometimes. You'll go into camps with me. You'll have to wear strong, easy, free clothes. You'll have to be masked. Here the outfit is--as if made for you. Why, you're dead lucky. For this stuff is good and strong. It'll stand the wear, yet it's fit for a girl.... You put the outfit on, right now."
"I said I wouldn't!" Joan snapped.
"But what do you care if it belonged to a fellow who's dead?... There!
See that hole in the s.h.i.+rt. That's a bullet-hole. Don't be squeamish.
It'll only make your part harder."
"Mr. Kells, you seem to have forgotten entirely that I'm a--a girl."
He looked blank astonishment. "Maybe I have.... I'll remember. But you said you'd worn a man's things."
"I wore my brother's coat and overalls, and was lost in them," replied Joan.
His face began to work. Then he laughed uproariously. "I--under--stand.
This'll fit--you--like a glove.... Fine! I'm dying to see you."
"You never will."
At that he grew sober and his eyes glinted. "You can't take a little fun. I'll leave you now for a while. When I come back you'll have that suit on!"
There was that in his voice then which she had heard when he ordered men.
Joan looked her defiance.
"If you don't have it on when I come I'll--I'll tear your rags off!... I can do that. You're a strong little devil, and maybe I'm not well enough yet to put this outfit on you. But I can get help.... If you anger me I might wait for--Gulden!"
Joan's legs grew weak under her, so that she had to sink on the bed. Kells would do absolutely and literally what he threatened. She understood now the changing secret in his eyes. One moment he was a certain kind of a man and the very next he was incalculably different.
She instinctively recognized this latter personality as her enemy. She must use all the strength and wit and cunning and charm to keep his other personality in the ascendancy, else all was futile.
"Since you force me so--then I must," she said.
Kells left her without another word.
Joan removed her stained and torn dress and her worn-out boots; then hurriedly, for fear Kells might return, she put on the dead boy-bandit's outfit. Dandy Dale a.s.suredly must have been her counterpart, for his things fitted her perfectly. Joan felt so strange that she scarcely had courage enough to look into the mirror. When she did look she gave a start that was of both amaze and shame. But for her face she never could have recognized herself. What had become of her height, her slenderness?
She looked like an audacious girl in a das.h.i.+ng boy masquerade. Her shame was singular, inasmuch as it consisted of a burning hateful consciousness that she had not been able to repress a thrill of delight at her appearance, and that this costume strangely magnified every curve and swell of her body, betraying her feminity as nothing had ever done.
And just at that moment Kells knocked on the door and called, "Joan, are you dressed?"
"Yes," she replied. But the word seemed involuntary.
Then Kells came in.
It was an instinctive and frantic impulse that made Joan s.n.a.t.c.h up a blanket and half envelop herself in it. She stood with scarlet face and dilating eyes, trembling in every limb. Kells had entered with an expectant smile and that mocking light in his gaze. Both faded. He stared at the blanket--then at her face. Then he seemed to comprehend this ordeal. And he looked sorry for her.
"Why you--you little--fool!" he exclaimed, with emotion. And that emotion seemed to exasperate him. Turning away from her, he gazed out between the logs. Again, as so many times before, he appeared to be remembering something that was hard to recall, and vague.
Joan, agitated as she was, could not help but see the effect of her unexpected and unconscious girlishness. She comprehended that with the mind of the woman which had matured in her. Like Kells, she too, had different personalities.
"I'm trying to be decent to you," went on Kells, without turning. "I want to give you a chance to make the best of a bad situation. But you're a kid--a girl!... And I'm a bandit. A man lost to all good, who means to have you!"
"But you're NOT lost to all good," replied Joan, earnestly. "I can't understand what I do feel. But I know--if it had been Gulden instead of you--that I wouldn't have tried to hide my--myself behind this blanket.
I'm no longer--AFRAID of you. That's why I acted--so--just like a girl caught.... Oh! can't you see!"
"No, I can't see," he replied. "I wish I hadn't fetched you here. I wish the thing hadn't happened. Now it's too late."
"It's never too late.... You--you haven't harmed me yet."
"But I love you," he burst out. "Not like I have. Oh! I see this--that I never really loved any woman before. Something's gripped me. It feels like that rope at my throat--when they were going to hang me."
Then Joan trembled in the realization that a tremendous pa.s.sion had seized upon this strange, strong man. In the face of it she did not know how to answer him. Yet somehow she gathered courage in the knowledge.
Kells stood silent a long moment, looking out at the green slope. And then, as if speaking to himself, he said: "I stacked the deck and dealt myself a hand--a losing hand--and now I've got to play it!"
With that he turned to Joan. It was the piercing gaze he bent upon her that hastened her decision to resume the part she had to play. And she dropped the blanket. Kells's gloom and that iron hardness vanished.
He smiled as she had never seen him smile. In that and his speechless delight she read his estimate of her appearance; and, notwithstanding the unwomanliness of her costume, and the fact of his notorious character, she knew she had never received so great a compliment.
Finally he found his voice.
"Joan, if you're not the prettiest thing I ever saw in my life!"
"I can't get used to this outfit," said Joan. "I can't--I won't go away from this room in it."
"Sure you will. See here, this'll make a difference, maybe. You're so shy."
He held out a wide piece of black felt that evidently he had cut from a sombrero. This he measured over her forehead and eyes, and then taking his knife he cut it to a desired shape. Next he cut eyeholes in it and fastened to it a loop made of a short strip of buckskin.
"Try that.... Pull it down--even with your eyes. There!--take a look at yourself."
Joan faced the mirror and saw merely a masked stranger. She was no longer Joan Randle. Her ident.i.ty had been absolutely lost.
"No one--who ever knew me--could recognize me now," she murmured, and the relieving thought centered round Jim Cleve.
"I hadn't figured on that," replied Kells. "But you're right.... Joan, if I don't miss my guess, it won't be long till you'll be the talk of mining-towns and camp-fires."
This remark of Kells's brought to Joan proof of his singular pride in the name he bore, and proof of many strange stories about bandits and wild women of the border. She had never believed any of these stories.
They had seemed merely a part of the life of this unsettled wild country. A prospector would spend a night at a camp-fire and tell a weird story and pa.s.s on, never to be seen there again. Could there have been a stranger story than her life seemed destined to be? Her mind whirled with vague, circling thought--Kells and his gang, the wild trails, the camps, and towns, gold and stage-coaches, robbery, fights, murder, mad rides in the dark, and back to Jim Cleve and his ruin.
Suddenly Kells stepped to her from behind and put his arms around her.
Joan grew stiff. She had been taken off her guard. She was in his arms and could not face him.