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Sidwell mounted the steps. Ben arose. The library curtains trembled again. The two men looked each other fairly in the eyes and then shook hands.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Blair," said Sidwell.
"Thank you," responded Ben, evenly.
Down in the depths of his consciousness, Scotty was glad this frontier youth had seen fit to come to town. Taking off his big gla.s.ses he polished them industriously.
"Won't you sit down?" he invited the new-comer.
Sidwell moved toward the door. "No, thank you. With your permission I'll go inside. I presume Miss Baker--"
But the Englishman was ahead of him. "Yes," he said, "she's at home.
I'll call her," and he disappeared.
Watching the retreating figure, Sidwell's black eyes tightened, but he returned and took the place Scotty had vacated. He gave his companion a glance which, swift as a flash of light upon a sensitized plate, took in every detail of the figure, the bizarre dress, the striking face.
"You are from the West, I judge, Mr. Blair?" he interrogated.
"Dakota," said Ben, laconically.
Sidwell's gaze centred on the sombrero. "Cattle raising, perhaps?" he ventured.
Ben nodded. "Yes, I have a few head east of the river." He returned the other's look, and Sidwell had the impression that a searchlight was suddenly s.h.i.+fted upon him. "Ever been out there?"
The city man indicated an affirmative. "Yes, twice: the last time about four years ago. I went out on purpose to see a steer-roping contest, on the ranch of a man by the name of Gilbert, I remember. A cowboy they called Pete carried off the honors; had his 'critter' down and tied in forty-two seconds. They told me that was slow time, but I thought it lightning itself."
"The trick can be done in thirty-five with the wildest," commented Ben.
Sidwell looked out on the narrow street meditatively. "I think that cowboy exhibition," he went on slowly, "was the most typically American scene I have ever witnessed. The recklessness, the dash, the splendid animal activity--there's never been anything like it in the world." His eyes returned to Ben's face. "Ever hear of Gilbert, did you?"
"I live within twenty-three miles of him."
Sidwell looked interested. "What ranch, if I may ask?"
"The Right Angle Triangle we call it."
"Oh, yes," Sidwell nodded in recollection. "Rankin is the proprietor--a big man with a grandfather's-shay buckboard. I saw him while I was there."
Involuntarily one of Ben's long legs swung over the other. "That's the place! You have a good memory."
Sidwell smiled. "I couldn't help having in this case. He reminded me of the satraps of ancient Persia. He was monarch of all he surveyed."
Ben said nothing.
"He's still the big man of the country, I presume?"
"He is dead."
"Dead?"
"I said so."
The light of understanding came to the city man. "I see," he observed.
"He is gone, and you--"
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Sidwell," interrupted the other, "but suppose we change the subject?"
Sidwell colored, then he laughed. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Blair. No offence was intended, I a.s.sure you. Mr. Rankin interested me, that was all."
Again Ben said nothing, and the conversation lapsed.
Meanwhile within doors another drama had been taking place. A very discomposed young lady had met Scotty just out of hearing.
"What made you stop Mr. Sidwell, papa?" she asked indignantly. "Why didn't you let him come in?"
"Because I didn't choose to," explained Scotty, bluntly.
"But I wanted him to," she said imperiously. "I don't care to see Ben to-night."
Her father looked at her steadily. "And I wish you to see him," he insisted. "You must be hypnotized to behave the way you're doing! You forget yourself completely!"
The brown eyes of the girl flashed. "And you forget yourself! I'm no longer a child! I won't see him to-night unless I wish to!"
Easy-going Scotty was aroused. His weak chin set stubbornly.
"Very well. You will see neither of them, then. I won't have a man insulted without cause in my own house. I'll tell them both you're sick."
"If you do," flamed Florence, "I'll never forgive you! You're--horrid, if you are my father. I--" She took refuge in tears. "Oh, you ought to be ashamed to treat your daughter so!"
The Englishman flicked a speck of ash off his lounging coat. "I _am_ ashamed," he admitted; "but not of what you suggest." He turned toward the door.
"Daddy," said a pleading voice, "don't you--care for me any more?"
An expression the daughter had never seen before, but one that ever after haunted her, flashed over the father's face.
"Care for you?" he exclaimed. "Care for you? That is just the trouble! I care for you--have always cared for you--too much. I have sacrificed my self-respect to humor you, and it's all been a mistake. I see it now too late."
For a moment the two looked at each other; then the girl brushed past him. "Very well," she said calmly, "if I must see them both, at least permit me to see them by myself."
The men on the porch arose as Florence appeared. Their manner of doing so was characteristic of each. Sidwell got to his feet languidly, a bit stiffly. He had not forgotten the past week. Ben Blair arose respectfully, almost reverently, unconscious that he was following a mere social form. Six months had pa.s.sed since he had seen this little woman, and his soul was in his eyes as he looked at her.
Just without the door the girl halted, her color like the sunset. It was the city man she greeted first.
"I'm very glad to see you again," she said, and a dainty hand went out to meet his own.
Sidwell was human. He smiled, and his hand detained hers longer than was really necessary.
"And I'm happy indeed to have you back," he responded. "I missed you."