Treasure and Trouble Therewith Part 11
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He woke with a violent start, his feet swung to the floor, his body hunched as if to spring, his glance wildly alive. Then it fell on her and the fierce alertness died out; his face softened into a smile, almost sheepish, and he rubbed his hand over his eyes.
"Lord, I was asleep," he muttered.
She kissed him, pulled him up, and with an arm round his back, steered him to an armchair, asking questions. His hand on her waist patted softly.
"Well, you ain't fattened up any," he said with a quizzical grin and side glance.
That made him look more like himself, but Pancha noticed that his movements were stiff.
"What's the matter?" she said sharply. "You ain't got the rheumatism again, have you?"
"Nup," he sank slowly into the chair. "But sometimes when I first move I sort 'er kink at the knees. Gets me in the morning, but I limber up all right."
She stood beside him, uneasily frowning.
"What are you goin' to do this winter when the rains begin? You can't run risks of being sick, and me not able to get to you."
"Sick--h.e.l.l!" He shot a humorous look at her. "I ain't sick in G.o.d's own country--it's only down here. Why y'ain't all as stiff as stone images in this sea-damp beats me."
"Oh, it's the damp," she said, relieved.
"Course it's the damp. I wouldn't expect a rope dancer to live here and stay spry."
That was like Pa; her anxiety evaporated and she began to smile.
"Well, there's one person who does--yours truly. If you don't believe it, come to the Albion and see."
"There ain't another like you, hon. There's not your match from the Rockies to the Pacific."
"Oh, old blarney!" she cried, now joyous, and, giving him a pat on the shoulder, moved about collecting supper. "Sit tight there while I get you a bite. I've some olives that'll make you think you're back among the greasers."
The supper came from divers places--the window sill, the top bureau drawer, the closet shelf. Beer and sardines were its chief features, with black olives soaked in oil and garlic, cheese straws taken from a corset box, and ripe figs oozing through their paper bag.
They ate hungrily without ceremony, wiping their fingers on the towel she had spread for a cloth. As they munched they swapped their news--his failure at selling the ledge, her success in "The Zingara." He listened to that with avid attention.
"Can you stay and see me tomorrow night?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"'Fraid not. I got a date with a feller in Dutch Flat for tomorrow afternoon."
"About the prospect?"
"Yep--it's a chance and I got to jump at it."
"Why did it fall through before?"
He shoveled in a cracker spread with sardines before he answered.
"Oh, same old story--thought it didn't show up as big as they'd expected.
You can't count on it, no more'n you can on the weather."
She smothered a sigh. The "prospect" and the "ledge" had been part of their life, lifting them to high hopes, dropping them to continual disappointment. She would have counseled him to give it all up, but that he now and then had had luck, especially in the last five years. She went back to herself.
"'The Zingara' has been a great thing for me. Everybody says so. If the next piece goes as big I'm going to strike for a raise. Wait till I show you," she jumped up, rubbing her oily fingers on the towel, "and you'll see why little Panchita's had to get an extra-sized hat."
She took from a side table a book--the actress's sc.r.a.p alb.u.m--and came back flirting its pages. At one she pressed it open and held it toward him, triumphantly pointing to a clipping. "There, from the _Sacramento Courier_."
He gave a glance at the clipping and said:
"Oh, yes, _that_. Grand, ain't it?"
She was surprised.
"You've seen it. Why didn't you send it to me?"
"Who said I'd seen it?" He took the book from her, staring across it, suddenly combative. "Don't you run along so fast. Ain't you known if I had I'd have mailed it to you?"
"But how did you know about it?" she said, her surprise growing, for she saw he was moved.
"You're gettin' too darned quick." He pushed the book in among the dishes roughly, his irritation obvious.
"Ain't it possible I might have heard it? Might have met a feller that come up from Marysville who'd seen It and told me?"
"Yes, of course it is. You needn't get mad about it."
"Mad--who said I was mad?" He bent over the book, muttering like a storm in retreat. "I guess I ain't missed so many that when one does get by me you should throw it in my teeth."
She smoothed the top of his head with a placating hand and went back to her seat. Nibbling a ripe olive she watched him as he read. Her eyes were anxiously questioning. This too--anger at so small a thing--was unlike him.
When he had finished his annoyance was over; pride beamed from his face as if a light was lit behind it.
"I guess there ain't many of 'em get a write-up like that." He put the book aside and began a second attack on the supper. "Crowder's some friend. His little finger's worth more'n the whole kit and crew you've had danglin' round you since you started."
"You're right." She stretched her hand for a fig, spilling, bruised and bursting, from the torn bag. "There's a new one dangling."
With her father Pancha was always truthful. To the rest of the world she lied whenever she thought it necessary, never carelessly or prodigally, for to be fearless was part of her proud self-sufficiency. But as she had learned to fight, to battle her way up, to climb over her enemy, to wrest her chance from opposing forces, she had learned to lie when the occasion demanded. She was only entirely frank and entirely truthful with the one person whom she loved.
He put down his gla.s.s and looked at her, in sudden, fixed attention.
"What's that?"
"I've got a real, genuine, all-wool-yard-wide beau."
She leaned her elbows on the table, holding the fig to her mouth, her thin fingers manipulating the skin as she sucked the pulp. Her eyes were full of laughter.
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I'm telling you. You needn't look like I'd said he was a defaulting bank cas.h.i.+er, nor so surprised either. It ain't flattering to your only child."
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