Ben Blair Part 30
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The small town to which they went had ample gra.s.s and trees, and a small lake convenient. A farmer's family reluctantly consented to board and lodge them; also to give them the use of a bony horse and a disreputable one-seated wagon. After their arrival they promptly proceeded to segregate themselves from their fellow-boarders. The first day they fished a little, talked, read, slept, meditated, and smoked--that is, Mr. Baker did, enough for two; and Florence a.s.sisted by rolling cigarettes when the bowl of the meerschaum grew uncomfortably hot. The next day they repeated the programme, and also the next, and the next.
"I think I could stay here always," said Mr. Baker.
"I rather like it myself," Florence admitted.
Nevertheless, they returned promptly on schedule-time. Mrs. Baker was awaiting them, her stiff manner indicating that she had not been doing much else while they were away. Without finesse, one member of the two delinquents was informed that a certain man of considerable social prominence, Clarence Sidwell by name, had called daily, and, Mrs. Baker fancied, with increasing dissatisfaction at their absence. Florence found in her mail a short note, which after some consideration she handed without comment to her father.
He read--and read again. "When was this mailed?" he asked.
"Over a week ago," answered Florence. "It has been here for several days."
It was therefore no surprise to the Englishman when that very evening, as he sat on the front veranda, his heels on the railing, watching the pa.s.sage of equipages swift and slow, he saw a tall young man, at whom pa.s.sers-by stared more than was polite, coming leisurely up the sidewalk, inspecting the numbers on the houses. As he came closer, Mr.
Baker took in the details of the long free stride, of the broad chest, the square uplifted chin, with something akin to admiration. Vitality and power were in every motion of the supple body; health--a life free as the air and suns.h.i.+ne--was written in the brown of the hands, the tan of the face. Even his clothes, though not the conventional costume of city streets, seemed a part of their wearer, and had a freedom all their own. The broad-brimmed felt hat was obviously for comfort and protection, not for show. The light-brown flannel s.h.i.+rt was the color of the sinewy throat. The trousers, of darker wool, rolled up at the bottom, exposed the high-heeled riding-boots. About the whole man--for he was very near now--there was that immaculate cleanliness which the world prizes more than G.o.dliness.
Scotty dropped his feet from the railing and advanced to the steps.
"h.e.l.lo, Ben Blair!" he said.
The visitor paused and smiled. "How do you do, Mr. Baker?" he answered.
"I thought I'd find you along here somewhere." He swung up the short walk, and, mounting the steps, grasped the Englishman's extended hand.
For a moment the two said nothing. Then Scotty motioned to a chair. "Sit down, won't you?" he invited.
Ben stood as he was. The smile left his face. "Would you really--like me to?" he asked directly.
"I really would, or I wouldn't have asked you," Scotty returned, with equal directness.
Ben took the proffered chair, and crossed his legs comfortably. The two sat for a moment in silent companions.h.i.+p.
"Tell me about Rankin," suggested Scotty at last.
Ben did so. It did not take long, for he scarcely mentioned himself, and quite omitted that last incident of which Grannis had been witness.
"And--the man who shot him?" Scotty found it a bit difficult to put the query into words.
"They swung him a few days later. Things move rather fast out there when they move at all."
"Were 'they' the cowboys?"
"No, the sheriff and the rest. It was all regular--scarcely any spectators, even, I heard."
"And now about yourself. Shall you be in the city long?"
"I hardly know. I came partly on business--but that won't take me long."
He looked at his host significantly. "I also had another purpose in coming."
Scotty moved uncomfortably in his seat. "Ben," he said at last, "I'd like to ask you to stay with us if I could, but--" he paused, looking cautiously in at the open door--"but Mollie, you know--It would mean the d.i.c.kens' own time with her."
Ben showed neither surprise nor resentment. "Thank you," he replied. "I understand. I couldn't have accepted had you invited me. Let's not consider it."
Again the seat which usually fitted the Englishman so well grew uncomfortable. He was conscious that through the curtains of the library window some one was watching him and the new-comer. He had a mortal dread of a scene, and one seemed inevitable.
"How's the old ranch?" he asked evasively.
"It's just as you left it. I haven't got the heart somehow to change anything. We use up a good many horses one way and another during a year, and when I get squared around I'm going to start a herd there with one of the boys to look after it. It was Rankin's idea too."
"You expect to keep on ranching, then?"
"Why not?"
"I thought, perhaps, now that you had plenty to do with--You're young, you know."
Ben looked out across the narrow plat of turf deliberately.
"Am I--young? Really, I'd never thought of it in that way."
The Englishman's feet again mounted the railing in an attempt at nonchalance.
"Well, usually a man at your age--" He laughed. "If it were an old fellow like me--"
"Mr. Baker, I thought you said you really wished me to sit down and chat awhile?"
Scotty colored. "Why, certainly. What makes you think--"
"Let's be natural then."
Scotty stiffened. His feet returned to the floor.
"Blair, you forget--" But somehow the sentence, bravely begun, halted.
Few people in real life acted a part with Benjamin Blair's blue eyes upon them. "Ben," he said instead, "I'm an a.s.s, and I beg your pardon.
I'll call Florence."
But the visitor's hand restrained him.
"Don't, please. She knows I am here. I saw her a bit ago. Let her do as she wishes." He drew himself up in the cane rocker. "You asked me a question. As far as I know I shall ranch it always. It suits me, and it's the thing I can do best. Besides, I like being with live things.
The only trouble I have," he smiled frankly, "is in selling stock after I raise them. I want to keep them as long as they live, and put them in greener pastures when they get old. It's the off season, but I brought a couple of car-loads along with me to Chicago, to the stock-yards. I'll never do it again. It has to be done, I know; people have to be fed; but I've watched those steers grow from calves."
Scotty searched his brain for something relevant and impersonal, but nothing suggested itself. "Ben Blair," he ventured, "I like you."
"Thank you," said Ben.
They were silent for a long time. Pedestrians, singly and in pairs, sauntered past on the walk. Vehicle after vehicle scurried by in the street. At last a team of brown thoroughbreds, with one man driving, drew up in front of the house. The man alighted, tied the horses to the stone hitching-post, and came up the walk. Simultaneously Ben saw the curtains at the library window sway as though in a sudden breeze.
"Splendid horses, those," he commented.
"Yes," answered Scotty, wis.h.i.+ng he were somewhere else just then. "Yes,"
he repeated, absently.
"Good-evening, Mr. Baker!" said the smiling driver of the thoroughbreds.
"Good-evening," echoed Scotty. Then, with a gesture, he indicated the pa.s.sive Benjamin. "My friend Mr. Blair, Mr. Sidwell."
Ben Blair Part 30
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