Over the Pass Part 12
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"Yes."
"You felt it--you felt it very definitely, Mary?"
"Yes."
She was living over the moment of Jack's transformation from silk to steel. The scene in the _arroyo_ became burning clear. Under the strain of the suppression of her own excitement, concentrated in her purpose to make all the realism of the duel an absurdity, she did not watch keenly for the signs of expression by which she usually knew what was pa.s.sing in her father's mind. But she was not too preoccupied to see that he was relieved over her a.s.sent that there was a devil in Jack Wingfield, which struck her as a puzzle in keeping with all that morning's experience.
It added to the inward demoralization which had suddenly dammed her power of speech.
"Ignacio saw it, too, so I was interested," Jasper added quickly, in a more natural tone, settling back into his chair. His agitation had pa.s.sed.
So that was it. Her father's dominant, fine old egoism was rejoicing in another proof of his excellence as a judge of character.
"Finis! The story is told!" he continued softly.
All told! And it had been a success. Mary caught her breath in a gay, high-pitched exclamation of realization that she had not to go on with explanations.
"Our singular cavalier is safe!" she said. "My debt is paid. I need not worry any further lest someone who did me a favor should suffer for it!"
"True! true!"
Jasper's outburst of laughter when he had paused in turning down the wick of the lamp the previous evening had been as a forced blast from the bra.s.ses. Anyone with strong lungs may laugh majestically; but it takes depth of feeling and years rich with experience to express the gratification that now possessed him. He stretched his hands across the table to her and the laugh that came then came as a cataract of spontaneity.
"Exactly, Mary! The duel provided the way to pay a debt," he said. "Why, it is you who have done our Big Spurs a favor! He has a wound to show to his friends in the East! I am proud that you could take it all so coolly and reasonably."
She improved her opportunity while he held her hands.
"I will go armed next time, and I do know how to shoot, so you won't worry"--she put it that way, rather than openly ask his consent--"if I ride out to the pa.s.s?"
"Mary, I have every reason to believe that you know how to take care of yourself," he answered.
And that very afternoon she rode out to Galeria, starting a little earlier than usual, returning a little later than usual, in jubilant mood.
"Everything is the same!" she had repeated a dozen times on the road.
"Everything is the same!" she told herself before she fell asleep; and her sleep was long and sweet, in nature's grat.i.tude for rest after a storm.
The sunlight breaking through the interstices of the foliage of a poplar, sensitive to a slight breeze, came between the lattices in trembling patchwork on the bed, flickering over her face and losing itself in the strands of her hair.
"Everything is the same!" she said, when her faculties were cleared of drowsiness.
For the second time she gave intimate, precious thanks for a simple thing that had never occurred to her as a blessing before: for the seclusion and silence of her room, free from all invasion except of her own thoughts. The quicker flow of blood that came with awaking, the expanding thrill of physical strength and buoyancy of life renewed, brought with it the moral courage which morning often brings to flout the compromises of the confusion of the evening's weariness. The inspiriting, cool air of night electrified by the sun cleared her vision. She saw all the pictures on the slate of yesterday and their message plainly, as something that could not be erased by any Buddhistic ritual of reiterated phrase.
"No, everything is not the same, not even the ride--not yet!" she admitted. "But time will make it so--time and a sense of humor, which I hope I have."
XI
SEnOR DON'T CARE RECEIVES
Jack lounged in an armchair in the Galway sitting-room with his bandaged leg bolstered on a stool after Dr. Patterson had fished a bit of lead out of the wound. Tribute overflowed from the table to the chairs and from the chairs to the floor; pineapples, their k.n.o.bby jackets all yellow from ripening in the field, with the full succulency of root-fed and sun-drawn flavor; monstrous navel oranges, leaden with the weight of juice, richer than cloth of gold and velvet soft; and every fruit of the fertile soil and benignant climate; and jellies, pies, and custards. But these were only the edibles. There were flowers in equal abundance. They banked the windows.
"It's Jasper Ewold's idea to bring gifts when you call," explained Jim Galway. "Jasper is always sowing ideas and lots of them have sprung up and flourished."
Jack had not been in Little Rivers twenty-four hours, and he had played a part in its criminal annals and become subject to all the embarra.s.sment of favors of a royal bride or a prima donna who is about to sail. In a bower, amazed, he was meeting the world of Little Rivers and its wife.
Men of all ages; men with foreign accent; men born and bred as farmers; men to whom the effect of indoor occupation clung; men still weak, but with red corpuscles singing a song of returning health in their arteries--strapping, vigorous men, all with hands hardened by manual labor and in their eyes the far distances of the desert, in contrast to the sparkle of oasis intimacy.
Women with the accent of college cla.s.srooms; women who made plural nouns the running mates of singular verbs; women who were novices in housework; women drilled in drudgery from childhood--all expanding, all dwelling in a democracy that had begun its life afresh in a new land, and all with the wonder of gardens where there had been only sagebrush in their beings.
There was something at odds with Jack's experience of desert towns in the picture of a bronzed rancher, his arms loaded with roses, saying, in boyish diffidence:
"Mister, you fit him fair and you sure fixed him good. Just a few roses--they're so thick over to our place that they're getting a pest.
Thought mebbe they'd be nice for you to look at while you was tied up to a chair nursing Pete's soovenir!"
One visitor whose bulk filled the doorway, the expansion of his smile spreading over a bounteous rotundity of cheek, impressed himself as a personality who had the distinction in avoirdupois that Jim Galway had in leanness. In his hand he had five or six peonies as large as saucers.
"Every complete community has a fat man, seh!" he announced, with a certain ample bashfulness in keeping with his general amplitude and a musical Southern accent.
"If it wants to feel perfectly comfortable it has!" said Jack, by way of welcome.
"Well, I'm the fat man of Little Rivers, name being Bob Worther!"
said he, grinning as he came across the room with an amazingly quick, easy step.
"No rivals?" inquired Jack.
"No, seh! I staked out the first claim and I've an eye out for any new-comers over the two hundred mark. I warn them off! Jasper Ewold is up to two hundred, but he doesn't count. Why, you ought to have seen me, seh, before I came to this valley!"
"A living skeleton?"
"No, seh! Back in Alabama I had reached a point where I broke so many chairs and was getting so nervous from sudden falls in the midst of conversation, when I made a lively gesture that I didn't dare sit down away from home except at church, where they had pews. I weighed three hundred and fifty!"
"And now?"
"I acknowledge two hundred and forty, including my legs, which are very powerful, having worked off that extra hundred. I've got the boss job for making a fat man spider-waisted--inspector of ditches and dams. Any other man would have to use a horse, but I hoof it, and that's economy all around. And being big I grow big things. Violets wouldn't be much more in my line than drawnwork. I've got this whole town beat on peonies and pumpkins. Being as it's a fat man's pleasure to cheer people up, I dropped in to bring you a few peonies and to say that, considering the few well-selected words you spoke to Pete Leddy on this town's behalf, I'm prepared to vote for you for anything from coroner to president, seh!"
Later, after Bob had gone, a small girl brought a spray of gladiolus, their slender stems down to her toe-tips and the opening blossoms half hiding her face. Jack insisted on having them laid across his knee She was not a fairy out of a play, as he knew by her conversation.
"Mister, did you yell when you was. .h.i.t?" she asked.
Jack considered thoughtfully. It would not do to be vagarious under such a shrewd examination; he must be exact.
"No, I don't think I did. I was too busy."
"I'll bet you wanted to, if you hadn't been so busy. Did it hurt much?"
"Not so very much."
"Maybe that was why you didn't yell. Mother says that all you can see is a little black spot--except you can't see it for the bandages. Is that the way yours is?"
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