The Trumpeter Swan Part 16
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He stopped short. Dalton was standing by the folding table.
"h.e.l.lo, Paine," he said, with ease. "We're playing 'Babes in the Wood.'"
"You seem very comfortable," Randy was as stiff as a wooden tobacco sign.
"We are," Becky said. "Mr. Dalton waved his wand like the Arabian nights----"
"My man did it," said Dalton; "he's down there in the car."
Randy felt a sense of surging rage. The Pavilion was his. It was old and vine-covered, and hallowed by a thousand memories. And here was Dalton trespa.s.sing with his tables and chairs and his Canton teapot.
What right had George Dalton to bring a Canton teapot on another man's acres?
Becky was pouring tea for him. "Two lumps, Randy?"
"I don't want any tea," he said ungraciously. His eyes were appraising the flame of her cheeks, the light in her eyes. What had Dalton been saying? "I don't want any tea. And there's a storm coming."
All her life Becky had been terrified in a storm. She had cowered and s.h.i.+vered at the first flash of lightning, at the first rush of wind, at the first roll of thunder. And now she sat serene, while the trees waved despairing arms to a furious sky, while blackness settled over the earth, while her ears were a.s.sailed by the noise of a thousand guns.
What had come over her? More than anything else, the thing that struck against Randy's heart was this lack of fear in Becky!
IV
Of course it was Dalton who took Becky home. There had been a sharp summons to Kemp, who came running up with raincoats, a rush for the car, a hurried "Won't you come with us, Randy?" from Becky, and Randy's curt refusal, and then the final insult from Dalton.
"Kemp will get you home, Paine, when he takes the tea things."
Randy wanted to throw something after him--preferably a tomahawk--as Dalton went down the hill, triumphantly, s.h.i.+elding Becky from the elements.
He watched until a curtain of rain shut them out, but he heard the roar of the motor cutting through the clamor of the storm.
"Well, they're off, sir," said Kemp cheerfully.
He was packing the Canton teapot in its basket and was folding up the chairs and tables. Randy had a sense of outrage. Here he was, a Randolph Paine of King's Crest, left behind in the rain with a man who had his mind on--teapots---- He stood immovable in the arched opening, his arms folded, and with the rain beating in upon him.
"You'll get wet," Kemp reminded him; "it's better on this side, sir."
"I don't mind the rain. I won't melt; I've had two years in France."
"You have, sir?" something in Kemp's voice made Randy turn and look at him. The little man had his arms full of biscuit boxes, and he was gazing at Randy with a light in his eyes which had not been for Dalton.
"I had three years myself. And the best of my life, sir."
Randy nodded. "A lot of us feel that way."
"The fighting," said Kemp, "was something awful. But it was--big--and after it things seem a bit small, sir." He drew a long breath and came back to his Canton teapot and his folding table and his plans for departure.
"I'll be glad to take you in the little car, Mr. Paine."
"No," said Randy; "no, thank you, Kemp. I'll wait here until the storm is over."
Kemp, with a black rubber cape b.u.t.toned about his shoulders and standing out over his load like a lady's hoopskirts, bobbed down the path and was gone.
Randy was glad to be alone. He was glad to get wet, he was glad of the roar and of the tumult which matched the tumult in his soul.
Somehow he had never dreamed of this--that somebody would come into Becky's life and take her away----
Nellie Custis s.h.i.+vered and whined. She hated thunder-storms. Randy sat down on the step and she crept close to him. He laid his hand on her head and fear left her--as fear had left Becky in the presence of Dalton.
After that the boy and the dog sat like statues, looking out, and in those tense and terrible moments a new spirit was born in Randolph Paine. Hitherto he had let life bring him what it would. He had scarcely dared hope that it would bring him Becky. But now he knew that if he lost her he would face--chaos----
Well, he would not lose her. Or if he did, it would not be to let her marry a man like Dalton. Surely she wouldn't. She _couldn't_---- But there had been that light in her eyes, that flame in her cheek--that lack of fear--Dalton's air of a.s.surance, the way she had turned to him.
"Oh, G.o.d," he said suddenly, out loud, "don't let Dalton have her."
He was shaken by an emotion which bent his head to his knees. Nellie Custis pressed close against him and whined.
"He shan't have her, Nellie. He shan't----"
He burned with the thought of Dalton's look of triumph. Dalton who had carried Becky off, and had left him with Kemp and a Canton teapot.
He recalled Kemp's words. "After it things seem a bit small, sir."
Well, it shouldn't be small for him. It had seemed so big--over there.
So easy to--carry on.
If he only had a fighting chance. If he had only a half of Dalton's money. A little more time in which to get on his feet.
But in the meantime here was Dalton--with his money, his motors, and his masterfulness. And his look of triumph----
In a sudden fierce reaction he sprang to his feet. He stood in the doorway as if defying the future. "n.o.body shall take her away from me," he said, "she's mine----"
His arms were folded over his chest, his wet black locks almost hid his eyes. So might some young savage have stood in the long ago, sending his challenge forth to those same hills.
CHAPTER V
LITTLE SISTER
I
It is one thing, however, to fling a challenge to the hills, and another to live up to the high moment. Looking at it afterwards in cold blood, Randy was forced to admit that his chances of beating George Dalton in a race for Becky were small.
There seemed some slight hope, however, in the fact that Becky was a Bannister and ought to know a gentleman when she saw one.
"And Dalton's a--a bounder," said Randy to Nellie Custis.
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