Free Air Part 18
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They edged toward the car. The bear flapped his hind legs, looked out at the intruders, said "Oofflll!" and returned to the candy.
"Shoo!" Milt answered politely.
"Llooffll!"
From his own bug, beside the Gomez, Milt got a tool kit, and with considerable brilliance as a pitcher he sent a series of wrenches at the agitated stern of the bear. They offended the dignity of the ward of the Government. He finished the cover and ribbons of the candy box, and started for Milt ... who proceeded with haste toward Claire ... who was already at the gate.
Lady Vere de Vere, cat of a thousand battles, gave one frightful squawl, shot from Milt's shoulder and at the bear, claws out, fur electric. The bear carelessly batted once with its paw, and the cat sailed into the air. The satisfied bear strolled to the fence, s.h.i.+nned up it and over.
"Good old Vere! That wallop must of darn near stunned her, though!" Milt laughed to Claire, as they trotted back into the corral. The cat did not move, as they came up; did not give the gallant "Mrwr" with which she had saluted Milt on lonely morning after morning of forlorn driving behind the Gomez. He picked Vere up.
"She's--she's dead," he said. He was crying.
"Oh, Milt---- Last night you said Vere was all the family you had. You have the Boltwoods, now!"
She did not touch his hand, nor did they speak as they walked soberly to the far side of the corral, and buried Lady Vere de Vere. At breakfast they talked of the coming day's run, from the canyon out of the Park, and northward. But they had the queer, quick casualness of intimates.
It was at breakfast that her father heard one Milt Daggett address the daughter of the Boltwoods as "Claire." The father was surprised into clearing his throat, and attacking his oatmeal with a zealousness unnatural in a man who regarded breakfast-foods as moral rather than interesting.
While he was lighting a cigar, and Claire was paying the bill, Mr.
Boltwood stalked Milt, cleared his throat all over again, and said, "Nice morning."
It was the first time the two men had talked unchaperoned by Claire.
"Yes. We ought to have a good run, sir." The "sir" came hard. The historian puts forth a theory that Milt had got it out of fiction. "We might go up over Mount Washburn. Take us up to ten thousand feet."
"Uh, you said--didn't Miss Boltwood tell me that you are going to Seattle, too?"
"Yes."
"Friends there, no doubt?"
Milt grinned irresistibly. "Not a friend. But I'm going to make 'em. I'm going to take up engineering, and some French, I guess, at the university there."
"Ah. Really?"
"Yes. Been too limited in my ambition. Don't see why I shouldn't get out and build railroads and power plants and roads--Siberia, Africa, all sorts of interesting places."
"Quite right. Quite right. Uh, ah, I, oh, I---- Have you seen Miss Boltwood?"
"I saw Miss Boltwood in the office."
"Oh yes. Quite so. Uh--ah, here she is."
When the Gomez had started, Mr. Boltwood skirmished, "This young man---- Do you think you better let him call you by your Christian name?"
"Why not? I call him 'Milt.' 'Mr. Daggett' is too long a handle to use when a man is constantly rescuing you from the perils of the deep or hoboes or bears or something. Oh, I haven't told you. Poor old Milt, his cat was killed----"
"Yes, yes, dolly, you may tell me about that in due time, but let's stick to this social problem for a moment. Do you think you ought to be too intimate with him?"
"He's only too self-respecting. He wouldn't take advantage----"
"I'm quite aware of that. I'm not speaking on your behalf, but on his.
I'm sure he's a very amiable chap, and ambitious. In fact---- Did you know that he has saved up money to attend a university?"
"When did he tell you that? How long has he been planning---- I thought that I----"
"Just this morning; just now."
"Oh! I'm relieved."
"I don't quite follow you, dolly, but---- Where was I? Do you realize what a demure tyrant you are? If you can drag me from New York to the aboriginal wilds, and I did _not_ like that oatmeal, what will you do to this innocent? I want to protect him!"
"You better! Because I'm going to carve him, and paint him, and possibly spoil him. The creating of a man--of one who knows how to handle life--is so much more wonderful than creating absurd pictures or statues or stories. I'll nag him into completing college. He'll learn dignity--or perhaps lose his simplicity and be ruined; and then I'll marry him off to some nice well-bred pink-face, like Jeff Saxton's pretty cousin--who may turn him into a beastly money-grubber; and I'm monkeying with destiny, and I ought to be slapped, and I realize it, and I can't help it, and all my latent instinct as a feminine meddler is aroused, and--golly, I almost went off that curve!"
CHAPTER XV
THE BLACK DAY OF THE VOYAGE
That was the one black day of her voyage--black stippled with crimson.
It began with the bear's invasion of the car, resulting in long claw-marks across the upholstery, the loss of some particularly good candy bought at a Park hotel, and genuine grief abiding after the sentimental tragedy of Vere de Vere's death. The next act was the ingenious loss of all power of her engine. She forgot that, before breakfast, Milt had filled the oil-well for her. When she stopped for gasoline, and the seller inquired, "Quart of oil?"--she absently nodded.
So the cylinders filled with surplus oil, the spark-plugs were fouled, and the engine had the power of a sewing machine.
She could not make Mount Washburn--she could not make even the slopes of the lower road. Now she knew the agony of the feeble car in the mountains--most shameful and anxious of a driver's dolors: the brisk start up the hill, the belief that you will keep on going this time; the feeling of weariness through all the car; the mad s.h.i.+fting of gears, the slipping of the clutch, and more gas, and less gas, and wondering whether more gas or less is the better, and the appalling knocking when you finally give her a lot too much gas; the remembrance, when it's too late, to r.e.t.a.r.d the spark; the safe crawling up to the last sharp pitch, just fifteen feet from the summit; the car's halting; the yelp at your pa.s.senger, "Jump out and pus.h.!.+"; the painful next five feet; and the final death of the power just as the front wheels creep up over the pitch. Then the anxious putting on of brakes--holding the car with both foot-brake and emergency, lest it run down backward, slip off the road.
The calf of your leg begins to ache from the pressure on the foot-brake, and with an unsuccessful effort to be courteous you bellow at the pa.s.senger, who has been standing beside the car looking deprecatory, "Will you please block the back wheels with a stone--hustle up, will you!"
All this routine Claire thoroughly learned. Always Milt b.u.mbled up, said cheerful things, and either hauled the Gomez over the pitch by a towline to his bug, or getting out, pus.h.i.+ng on a rear fender till his neck was red and bulgy, gave the extra impetus necessary to get the Gomez over.
"Would you mind shoving on that side, just a little bit?" he suggested to Mr. Boltwood, who ceased the elaborate smoking of cigars, dusted his hands, and gravely obeyed, while Claire was awaiting the new captain's command to throw on the power.
"I wish we weren't under so much obligation to this young man," said Mr.
Boltwood, after one crisis.
"I know but--what can we do?"
"Don't you suppose we might pay him?"
"Henry B. Boltwood, if you tried to do that---- I'm not sure. Your being my parent might save you, but even so, I think he'd probably chase you off the road, clear down into that chasm."
"I suppose so. Shall we have to entertain him in Seattle?"
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