The Man of the Forest Part 77
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Dale had shaken his head doubtfully when interrogated about the cowboy's absence. It would be just like Las Vegas never to be heard of again.
Also it would be more like him to remain away until all trace of his drunken, savage spell had departed from him and had been forgotten by his friends. Bo took his disappearance apparently less to heart than Helen. But Bo grew more restless, wilder, and more wilful than ever.
Helen thought she guessed Bo's secret; and once she ventured a hint concerning Carmichael's return.
"If Tom doesn't come back pretty soon I'll marry Milt Dale," retorted Bo, tauntingly.
This fired Helen's cheeks with red.
"But, child," she protested, half angry, half grave. "Milt and I are engaged."
"Sure. Only you're so slow. There's many a slip--you know."
"Bo, I tell you Tom will come back," replied Helen, earnestly. "I feel it. There was something fine in that cowboy. He understood me better than you or Milt, either.... And he was perfectly wild in love with you."
"Oh! WAS he?"
"Very much more than you deserved, Bo Rayner."
Then occurred one of Bo's sweet, bewildering, unexpected transformations. Her defiance, resentment, rebelliousness, vanished from a softly agitated face.
"Oh, Nell, I know that.... You just watch me if I ever get another chance at him!... Then--maybe he'd never drink again!"
"Bo, be happy--and be good. Don't ride off any more--don't tease the boys. It'll all come right in the end."
Bo recovered her equanimity quickly enough.
"Humph! You can afford to be cheerful. You've got a man who can't live when you're out of his sight. He's like a fish on dry land.... And you--why, once you were an old pessimist!"
Bo was not to be consoled or changed. Helen could only sigh and pray that her convictions would be verified.
The first day of July brought an early thunder-storm, just at sunrise.
It roared and flared and rolled away, leaving a gorgeous golden cloud pageant in the sky and a fresh, sweetly smelling, glistening green range that delighted Helen's eye.
Birds were twittering in the arbors and bees were humming in the flowers. From the fields down along the brook came a blended song of swamp-blackbird and meadow-lark. A clarion-voiced burro split the air with his coa.r.s.e and homely bray. The sheep were bleating, and a soft baa of little lambs came sweetly to Helen's ears. She went her usual rounds with more than usual zest and thrill. Everywhere was color, activity, life. The wind swept warm and pine-scented down from the mountain heights, now black and bold, and the great green slopes seemed to call to her.
At that very moment she came suddenly upon Dale, in his s.h.i.+rt-sleeves, dusty and hot, standing motionless, gazing at the distant mountains.
Helen's greeting startled him.
"I--I was just looking away yonder," he said, smiling. She thrilled at the clear, wonderful light of his eyes.
"So was I--a moment ago," she replied, wistfully. "Do you miss the forest--very much?"
"Nell, I miss nothing. But I'd like to ride with you under the pines once more."
"We'll go," she cried.
"When?" he asked, eagerly.
"Oh--soon!" And then with flushed face and downcast eyes she pa.s.sed on.
For long Helen had cherished a fond hope that she might be married in Paradise Park, where she had fallen in love with Dale and had realized herself. But she had kept that hope secret. Dale's eager tone, his flas.h.i.+ng eyes, had made her feel that her secret was there in her telltale face.
As she entered the lane leading to the house she encountered one of the new stable-boys driving a pack-mule.
"Jim, whose pack is that?" she asked.
"Ma'am, I dunno, but I heard him tell Roy he reckoned his name was mud,"
replied the boy, smiling.
Helen's heart gave a quick throb. That sounded like Las Vegas. She hurried on, and upon entering the courtyard she espied Roy Beeman holding the halter of a beautiful, wild-looking mustang. There was another horse with another man, who was in the act of dismounting on the far side. When he stepped into better view Helen recognized Las Vegas.
And he saw her at the same instant.
Helen did not look up again until she was near the porch. She had dreaded this meeting, yet she was so glad that she could have cried aloud.
"Miss Helen, I sh.o.r.e am glad to see you," he said, standing bareheaded before her, the same young, frank-faced cowboy she had seen first from the train.
"Tom!" she exclaimed, and offered her hands.
He wrung them hard while he looked at her. The swift woman's glance Helen gave in return seemed to drive something dark and doubtful out of her heart. This was the same boy she had known--whom she had liked so well--who had won her sister's love. Helen imagined facing him thus was like awakening from a vague nightmare of doubt. Carmichael's face was clean, fresh, young, with its healthy tan; it wore the old glad smile, cool, easy, and natural; his eyes were like Dale's--penetrating, clear as crystal, without a shadow. What had evil, drink, blood, to do with the real inherent n.o.bility of this splendid specimen of Western hardihood? Wherever he had been, whatever he had done during that long absence, he had returned long separated from that wild and savage character she could now forget. Perhaps there would never again be call for it.
"How's my girl?" he asked, just as naturally as if he had been gone a few days on some errand of his employer's.
"Bo? Oh, she's well--fine. I--I rather think she'll be glad to see you,"
replied Helen, warmly.
"An' how's thet big Indian, Dale?" he drawled.
"Well, too--I'm sure."
"Reckon I got back heah in time to see you-all married?"
"I--I a.s.sure you I--no one around here has been married yet," replied Helen, with a blush.
"Thet sh.o.r.e is fine. Was some worried," he said, lazily. "I've been chasin' wild hosses over in New Mexico, an' I got after this heah blue roan. He kept me chasin' him fer a spell. I've fetched him back for Bo."
Helen looked at the mustang Roy was holding, to be instantly delighted.
He was a roan almost blue in color, neither large nor heavy, but powerfully built, clean-limbed, and racy, with a long mane and tail, black as coal, and a beautiful head that made Helen love him at once.
"Well, I'm jealous," declared Helen, archly. "I never did see such a pony."
"I reckoned you'd never ride any hoss but Ranger," said Las Vegas.
"No, I never will. But I can be jealous, anyhow, can't I?"
"Sh.o.r.e. An I reckon if you say you're goin' to have him--wal, Bo 'd be funny," he drawled.
"I reckon she would be funny," retorted Helen. She was so happy that she imitated his speech. She wanted to hug him. It was too good to be true--the return of this cowboy. He understood her. He had come back with nothing that could alienate her. He had apparently forgotten the terrible role he had accepted and the doom he had meted out to her enemies. That moment was wonderful for Helen in its revelation of the strange significance of the West as embodied in this cowboy. He was great. But he did not know that.
Then the door of the living-room opened, and a sweet, high voice pealed out:
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