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diff --git a/12139-h/12139-h.htm b/12139-h/12139-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7687383 --- /dev/null +++ b/12139-h/12139-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,7562 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<meta name="generator" content= +"HTML Tidy for Windows (vers 1st February 2004), see www.w3.org"> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content= +"text/html; charset=UTF-8"> +<meta content="pg2html (binary version 0.15)" name="generator"> +<title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Gringos, by B.M. +Bower</title> + +<style type="text/css"> + <!-- + body { margin-left: 5%; margin-right: 5%; } + p { text-indent: 1em; + margin-top: .75em; + font-size: 100%; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .75em; } + h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { text-align: center; } + hr { width: 50%; } + hr.full { width: 100%; } + .poem { margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left; } + .poem .stanza { margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em; } + .poem p { margin: 0; padding-left: 3em; text-indent: -3em; } + .poem p.i2 { margin-left: 1em; } + .poem p.i4 { margin-left: 2em; } + .poem p.i6 { margin-left: 3em; } + .poem p.i8 { margin-left: 4em; } + .poem p.i10 { margin-left: 5em; } + .toc { margin-left: 15%; font-size: 80%; margin-bottom: 0em;} + CENTER { padding: 0.8em;} + .list + {margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%;} + .rom + {list-style-type: upper-roman;} + // --> +</style> +</head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 12139 ***</div> + +<div style="height: 8em;"></div> +<h1>THE GRINGOS</h1> +<center>A STORY OF THE OLD CALIFORNIA DAYS IN 1849</center> +<center><b>BY B.M. BOWER</b></center> +<center>1913</center> +<center>With Illustrations By Anton Otto Fischer</center> +<a name="image-0001"><!--IMG--></a> +<center><img src="./images/gfront.jpg" width="450" height="733" alt= +"'Gringos Are Savages and Worse Than Savages.' "></center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<a name="2H_4_0001"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>AUTHOR'S NOTE</h2> +<p>I wish to make public acknowledgment of the assistance I have +received from George W. Lee, a "Forty-niner" who has furnished me +with data, material, and color which have been invaluable in the +writing of this story.</p> +<hr> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> +<div class="list"> +<ol class="rom"> +<li><a href="#2HCH0001">THE BEGINNING OF IT</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0002">THE VIGILANTES</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0003">THE THING THEY CALLED JUSTICE</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0004">WHAT HAPPENED AT THE OAK</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0005">HOSPITALITY</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0006">THE VALLEY</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0007">THE LORD OF THE VALLEY</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0008">DON ANDRES WANTS A MAJORDOMO</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0009">JERRY SIMPSON, SQUATTER</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0010">THE FINEST LITTLE WOMAN IN THE +WORLD</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0011">AN ILL WIND</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0012">POTENTIAL MOODS</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0013">BILL WILSON GOES VISITING</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0014">RODEO TIME</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0015">WHEN CAMP-FIRES BLINK</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0016">"FOR WEAPONS I CHOOSE RIATAS"</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0017">A FIESTA WE SHALL HAVE</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0018">WHAT IS LOVE WORTH?</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0019">ANTICIPATION</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0020">LOST! TWO HASTY TEMPERS</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0021">FIESTA DAY</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0022">THE BATTLE OF BEASTS</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0023">THE DUEL OF RIATAS</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0024">FOR LOVE AND A MEDAL</a></li> +<li><a href="#2HCH0025">ADIOS</a></li> +</ol> +</div> +<hr> +<h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<p><a href="#image-0001">"Gringos Are Savages and Worse Than +Savages."</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-0002">He Twisted in the Saddle and Sent Leaden +Answer to The Spiteful Barking of the Guns.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-0003">Mrs. Jerry Took the Señorita's Hand and +Smiled up At Her.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-0004">"An Accident It Must Appear to Those Who +Watch"</a></p> +<hr> +<a name="2H_TOC"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<a name="2H_4_0002"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<a name="2H_4_0003"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h1><i>The Gringos</i></h1> +<a name="2HCH0001"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER I</h2> +<center>THE BEGINNING OF IT</center> +<p>If you would glimpse the savage which normally lies asleep, +thank God, in most of us, you have only to do this thing of which I +shall tell you, and from some safe sanctuary where leaden couriers +may not bear prematurely the tidings of man's debasement, watch the +world below. You may see civilization swing back with a snap to +savagery and worse—because savagery enlightened by the +civilization of centuries is a deadly thing to let loose among men. +Our savage forebears were but superior animals groping laboriously +after economic security and a social condition that would yield +most prolifically the fruit of all the world's desire, happiness; +to-day, when we swing back to something akin to savagery, we do it +for lust of gain, like our forebears, but we do it wittingly. So, +if you would look upon the unlovely spectacle of civilized men +turned savage, and see them toil painfully back to lawful living, +you have but to do this:</p> +<p>Seek a spot remote from the great centers of our vaunted +civilization, where Nature, in a wanton gold-revel of her own, has +sprinkled her river beds with the shining dust, hidden it away +under ledges, buried it in deep canyons in playful miserliness and +salved with its potent glow the time-scars upon the cheeks of her +gaunt mountains. You have but to find a tiny bit of Nature's gold, +fling it in the face of civilization and raise the hunting cry. +Then, from that safe sanctuary which you have chosen, you may look +your fill upon the awakening of the primitive in man; see him throw +off civilization as a sleeper flings aside the cloak that has +covered him; watch the savages fight, whom your gold has +conjured.</p> +<p>They will come, those savages; straight as the arrow flies they +will come, though mountains and deserts and hurrying rivers bar +their way. And the plodding, law-abiding citizens who kiss their +wives and hold close their babies and fling hasty, comforting words +over their shoulders to tottering old mothers when they go to +answer the hunting call—they will be your savages when the +gold lust grips them. And the towns they build of their greed will +be but the nucleus of all the crime let loose upon the land. There +will be men among your savages; men in whom the finer stuff +outweighs the grossness and the greed. But to save their lives and +that thing they prize more than life or gold, and call by the name +of honor or friendship or justice—that thing which is the +essence of all the fineness in their natures—to save that and +their lives they also must fight, like savages who would destroy +them.</p> +<hr> +<p>There was a little, straggling hamlet born of the Mission which +the padres founded among the sand hills beside a great, uneasy +stretch of water which a dreamer might liken to a naughty child +that had run away from its mother, the ocean, through a little +gateway which the land left open by chance and was hiding there +among the hills, listening to the calling of the surf voice by +night, out there beyond the gate, and lying sullen and still when +mother ocean sent the fog and the tides a-seeking; a truant child +that played by itself and danced little wave dances which it had +learned of its mother ages agone, and laughed up at the hills that +smiled down upon it.</p> +<p>The padres thought mostly of the savages who lived upon the +land, and strove earnestly to teach them the lessons which, +sandal-shod, with crucifix to point the way, they had marched up +from the south to set before these children of the wild. Also came +ships, searching for that truant ocean-child, the bay, of which men +had heard; and so the hamlet was born of civilization.</p> +<p>Came afterwards noblemen from Spain, with parchments upon which +the king himself had set his seal. Mile upon mile, they chose the +land that pleased them best; and by virtue of the king's word +called it their own. They drove cattle up from the south to feed +upon the hills and in the valleys. They brought beautiful wives and +set them a-queening it over spacious homes which they built of clay +and native wood and furnished with the luxuries they brought with +them in the ships. They reared lovely daughters and strong, +hot-blooded sons; and they grew rich in cattle and in contentment, +in this paradise which Nature had set apart for her own playground +and which the zeal of the padres had found and claimed in the name +of God and their king.</p> +<p>The hamlet beside the bay was small, but it received the ships +and the goods they brought and bartered for tallow and hides; and +although the place numbered less than a thousand souls, it was +large enough to please the dons who dwelt like the patriarchs of +old in the valleys.</p> +<p>Then Chance, that sardonic jester who loves best to thwart the +dearest desires of men and warp the destiny of nations, became +piqued at the peace and the plenty in the land which lay around the +bay. Chance, knowing well how best and quickest to let savagery +loose upon the land, plucked a handful of gold from the breast of +Nature, held it aloft that all the world might be made mad by the +gleam of it, and raised the hunting call.</p> +<p>Chance also it was that took the trails of two adventurous young +fellows whose ears had caught her cry of "Good hunting" and set +their faces westward from the plains of Texas; but here her jest +was kindly. The young fellows took the trail together and were +content. Together they heard the hunting call and went seeking the +gold that was luring thousands across the deserts; together they +dug for it, found it, shared it when all was done. Together they +heeded the warning of falling leaf and chilling night winds, and +with buckskin bags comfortably heavy went down the mountain trail +to San Francisco, that ugly, moiling center of the savagery, to +idle through the winter.</p> +<p>Here, because of certain traits which led each man to seek the +thing that pleased him best, the trail forked for a time. One was +caught in the turgid whirlpool which was the sporting element of +the town, and would not leave it. Him the games and the women and +the fighting drew irresistibly. The other sickened of the place, +and one day when all the grassy hillsides shone with the golden +glow of poppies to prove that spring was near, almost emptied a bag +of gold because he had seen and fancied a white horse which a +drunken Spaniard from the San Joaquin was riding up and down the +narrow strip of sand which was a street, showing off alike his +horsemanship and his drunkenness. The horse he bought, and the +outfit, from the silver-trimmed saddle and bridle to the rawhide +riata hanging coiled upon one side of the narrow fork and the +ivory-handled Colt's revolver tucked snugly in its holster upon the +other side. Pleased as a child over a Christmas stocking, he +straightway mounted the beautiful beast and galloped away to the +south, still led by Chance, the jester.</p> +<p>He returned in a week, enamored alike of his horse and of the +ranch he had discovered. He was going back, he said. There were +cattle by the thousands—and he was a cattleman, from the top +of his white sombrero to the tips of his calfskin boots, for all he +had bent his back laboriously all summer over a hole in the ground, +and had idled in town since Thanksgiving. He was a cowboy (vaquero +was the name they used in those pleasant valleys) and so was his +friend. And he had found a cowboy's paradise, and a welcome which a +king could not cavil at. Would Jack stake himself to a horse and +outfit, and come to Palo Alto till the snow was well out of the +mountains and they could go back to their mine?</p> +<p>Jack blew three small smoke-rings with nice precision, watched +them float and fade while he thought of a certain girl who had +lately smiled upon him—and in return had got smile for +smile—and said he guessed he'd stick to town life for a +while.</p> +<p>"Old Don Andres Picardo's a prince," argued Dade, "and he's got +a rancho that's a paradise on earth. Likes us gringos—which +is more than most of 'em do—and said his house and all he's +got is half mine, and nothing but the honor's all his. You know the +Spaniards; seems like Texas, down there. I told him I had a +partner, and he said he'd be doubly honored if it pleased my +partner to sleep under his poor roof—red tiles, by the way, +and not so poor!—and sit at his table. One of the 'fine old +families,' they are, Jack. I came back after you and my traps."</p> +<p>"That fellow you bought the white caballo from got shot that +same night," Jack observed irrelevantly. "He was weeping all over +me part of the evening, because he'd sold the horse and you had +pulled out so he couldn't buy him back. Then he came into Billy +Wilson's place and sat into a game at the table next to mine; and +some kind of a quarrel started. He'd overlooked that gun on the +saddle, it seems, and so he only had a knife. He whipped it out, +first pass, but a bullet got him in the heart. The fellow that did +it—" Jack blew two more rings and watched them +absently—"the Committee rounded him up and took him out to +the oak, next morning. Trial took about fifteen minutes, all told. +They had him hung, in their own minds, before the greaser quit +kicking. I <i>know</i> the man shot in self-defense; I saw the +Spaniard pull his knife and start for him with blood in his eye. +But some of the Committee had it in for Sandy, and so—it was +adios for him, poor devil. They murdered him in cold blood. I told +them so, too. I told them—"</p> +<p>"Yes, I haven't the slightest doubt of that!" Dade flung away a +half-smoked cigarette and agitatedly began to roll another one. +"That's one reason why I want you to come down to Palo Alto, Jack. +You know how things are going here, lately; and Perkins hates you +since you took the part of that peon he was beating up,—and, +by the way, I saw that same Injun at Don Andres' rancho. Now that +Perkins is Captain, you'll get into trouble if you hang around this +burg without some one to hold you down. This ain't any place for a +man that's got your temper and tongue. Say, I heard of a +horse—"</p> +<p>"No, you don't! You can't lead me out like that, old boy. I'm +all right; Bill Wilson and I are pretty good friends; and Bill's +almost as high a card as the Committee, if it ever came to a +show-down. But it won't. I'm not a fool; I didn't quarrel with +them, honest. They had me up for a witness and I told the +truth—which didn't happen to jibe with the verdict they meant +to give. The Captain as good as said so, and I just pleasantly and +kindly told him that in my opinion Sandy was a better man than any +one of 'em. That's all there was to it. The Captain excused me from +the witness chair, and I walked out of the tent. And we're friendly +enough when we meet; so you needn't worry about me."</p> +<p>"Better come, anyway," urged Dade, though he was not hopeful of +winning his way.</p> +<p>Jack shook his head. "No, I don't want anything of country life +just yet. I had all the splendid solitude my system needs, this +last summer. You like it; you're a kind of a lone rider anyway. You +never did mix well. You go back and honor Don Andres with your +presence—and he is honored. If the old devil only knew it! +Maybe, later on—So you like your new horse, huh? What you +going to call him?"</p> +<p>Dade grinned a little. "Remember that picture in Shakespeare of +'White Surry'? Or it was in Shakespeare till you tore it out to +start a fire, that wet night; remember? The arch in his neck, and +all? I hadn't gone a mile on him till I was calling him Surry; and +say, Jack, he's a wonder! Come out and take a look at him. Can't be +more than four years old, and gentle as a kitten. That poor devil +knew how to train a horse, even if he didn't have any sense about +whisky. I'll bet money couldn't have touched him if the man had +been sober."</p> +<p>He stopped in the doorway and looked up and down the street with +open disgust. "Come on down to Picardo's, Jack; what the deuce is +there here to hold you? How a man that knows horses and the range, +can stand for this—" he waved a gloved hand at the squalid +street—"is something I can't understand. To me, it's like +hell with the lid off. What's holding you anyway? Another +señorita?"</p> +<p>"I'm making more money here lately than I did in the mine." Jack +evaded smoothly. "I won a lot last night. Whee-ee! Say, you played +in some luck yourself, old man, when you bought that outfit. That +saddle and bridle's worth all you paid for the whole thing. White +Surry, eh? He has got a neck—and, Lord, look at those +legs!"</p> +<p>"Climb on and try him out once!" invited Dade guilefully. If he +could stir the horseman's blood in Jack's veins, he thought he +might get him away from town.</p> +<p>"Haven't time right now, Dade. I promised to meet a +friend—"</p> +<p>Dade shrugged his shoulders and painstakingly smoothed the hair +tassel which dangled from the browband. The Spaniard had owned a +fine eye for effect when he chose jet black trappings for Surry, +who was white to his shining hoofs.</p> +<p>"All right; I'll put him in somewhere till after dinner. Then +I'm going to pull out again. I can't stand this hell-pot of a +town—not after the Picardo hacienda."</p> +<p>"I wonder," grinned Jack slyly, "if there isn't a +señorita at Palo Alto?"</p> +<p>He got no answer of any sort. Dade was combing with his fingers +the crinkled mane which fell to the very chest of his new horse, +and if he heard he made no betraying sign.</p> +<a name="2HCH0002"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> +<center>THE VIGILANTES</center> +<p>Bill Wilson came to the door of his saloon and stood with his +hands on his hips, looking out upon the heterogeneous assembly of +virile manhood that formed the bulk of San Francisco's population a +year or two after the first gold cry had been raised. Above his +head flapped the great cloth sign tacked quite across the rough +building, heralding to all who could read the words that this was +BILL WILSON'S PLACE. A flaunting bit of information it was, and +quite superfluous; since practically every man in San Francisco +drifted towards it, soon or late, as the place where the most +whisky was drunk and the most gold lost and won, with the most +beautiful women to smile or frown upon the lucky, in all the +town.</p> +<p>The trade wind knew that Bill Wilson's place needed no sign save +its presence there, and was loosening a corner in the hope of +carrying it quite away as a trophy. Bill glanced up, promised the +resisting cloth an extra nail or two, and let his thoughts and his +eyes wander again to the sweeping tide of humanity that flowed up +and down the straggling street of sand and threatened to engulf the +store which men spoke of simply as "Smith's."</p> +<p>A shipload of supplies had lately been carted there, and miners +were feverishly buying bacon, beans, "self-rising" flour, matches, +tea—everything within the limits of their gold dust and their +carrying capacity—which they needed for hurried trips to the +hills where was hidden the gold they dreamed of night and day.</p> +<p>To Bill that tide meant so much business; and he was not the man +to grudge his friend Smith a share of it. When the fog crept in +through the Golden Gate—a gate which might never be closed +against it—the tide of business would set towards his place, +just as surely as the ocean tide would clamor at the rocky wall out +there to the west. In the meantime, he was not loath to spend a +quiet hour or two with an empty gaming hall at his back.</p> +<p>His eyes went incuriously over the familiar crowd to the little +forest of flag-foliaged masts that told where lay the ships in the +bay below the town. Bill could not name the nationality of them +all; for the hunting call had reached to the far corners of the +earth, and strange flags came fluttering across strange seas, with +pirate-faced adventurers on the decks below, chattering in strange +tongues of California gold. Bill could not name all the flags, but +he could name two of the bonds that bind all nations into one +common humanity. He could produce one of them, and he was each +night gaining more of the other; for, be they white men or brown, +spoke they his language or one he had never heard until they passed +through the Golden Gate, they would give good gold for very bad +whisky.</p> +<p>Even the Digger Indians, squatting in the sun beside his door +and gazing stolidly at the town and the bay beyond, would sell +their souls—for which the gray-gowned padres prayed +ineffectively in the chapel at Dolores—their wives or their +other, dearer possessions for a very little bottle of the stuff +that was fast undoing the civilizing work of the Mission. The +padres had come long before the hunting cry was raised, and they +had labored earnestly; but their prayers and their preaching were +like reeds beneath the tread of elephants, when gold came down from +the mountains, and whisky came in through the Golden Gate.</p> +<p>Jack Allen, coming lazily down through the long, deserted room, +edged past Bill in the doorway.</p> +<p>"Hello," Bill greeted with a carefully casual manner, as if he +had been waiting for the meeting, but did not want Jack to suspect +the fact. "Up for all day? Where you headed for?"</p> +<p>"Breakfast—or dinner, whichever you want to call it. Then +I'm going to take a walk and get the kinks out of my legs. Say, old +man, I'm going to knock a board off the foot of that bunk, +to-night, or else sleep on the floor. Was wood scarce, Bill, when +you built that bed?"</p> +<p>"Carpenter was a little feller," chuckled Bill, "and I guess he +measured it by himself. Charged a full length price, though, I +remember! I meant to tell you when you hired that room, Jack, that +you better take the axe to bed with you. Sure, knock a board off; +two boards, if you like. Take <i>all</i> the boards off!" urged +Bill, in a burst of generosity. "You might better be making that +bunk over, m'son, than trying to take the whole blamed town apart +and put it together again, like you was doing last night." In this +way Bill tactfully swung to the subject that lay heavy on his +mind.</p> +<p>Jack borrowed a match, cupped his fingers around his lips that +wanted to part in a smile, and lighted his before-breakfast +cigarette—though the sun hung almost straight overhead.</p> +<p>"So that's it," he observed, when the smoke took on the sweet +aroma of a very mild tobacco. "I saw by the back of your neck that +you had something on your mind. What's the matter, Bill? Don't you +think the old town needs taking apart?"</p> +<p>"Oh, it needs it, all right. But it's too big a job for one man +to tackle. You leave that to Daddy Time; he's the only +reformer—"</p> +<p>"Say, Bill, I never attempted to reform anybody or anything in +my life; I'd hate to begin with a job the size of this." He waved +his cigarette toward the shifting crowd. "But I do +think—"</p> +<p>"And right there's where you make a big mistake. You don't want +to think! Or if you do, don't think out loud; not where such men as +Swift and Rawhide and the Captain can hear you. That's what I mean, +Jack."</p> +<p>Jack eyed him with a smile in his eyes. "Some men might think +you were afraid of that bunch," he observed with characteristic +bluntness. "I know you aren't, and so I don't see why you want me +to be. You know, and I know, that the Vigilance Committee has +turned rotten to the core; every decent man in San Francisco knows +it. You know that Sandy killed that Spaniard in +self-defense—or if you didn't see the fracas, I tell you now +that he did; I saw the whole thing. You know, at any rate, that the +Vigilantes took him out and hung him because they wanted to get rid +of him, and that came the nearest to an excuse they could find. You +know—"</p> +<p>"Oh, I know!" Bill's voice was sardonic. "I know they'll be +going around with a spy-glass looking for an excuse to hang you, +too, if you don't quit talking about 'em."</p> +<p>Jack smiled and so let a thin ribbon of smoke float up and away +from his lips.</p> +<p>Bill saw the smile and flushed a little; but he was not to be +laughed down, once he was fairly started. He laid two well-kept +fingers upon the other's arm and spoke soberly, refusing to treat +the thing as lightly as the other was minded to do.</p> +<p>"Oh, you'll laugh, but it's a fact, and you know it. Why, ain't +Sandy's case proof enough that I'm right? I heard you telling a +crowd in there last night—" Bill tilted his head backward +towards the room behind them—"that this law-and-order talk is +all a farce. What if it is? It don't do any good for you to bawl it +out in public and get the worst men in the Committee down on you, +does it?</p> +<p>"What you'd better do, Jack, is go on down to Palo Alto where +your pardner is. He's got some sense. I wouldn't stay in the darned +town overnight, the way they're running things now, if it wasn't +for my business. Ever since they made Tom Perkins captain there's +been hell to pay all round. I can hold my own; I'm up where they +don't dare tackle me; but you take a fool's advice and pull out +before the Captain gets his eagle eye on you. Talk like you was +slinging around last night is about as good a trouble-raiser as if +you emptied both them guns of yours into that crowd out there."</p> +<p>"You're asking me to run before there's anything to run away +from." Jack's lips began to show the line of stubbornness. "I +haven't quarreled with the Captain, except that little fuss a month +ago, when he was hammering that peon because he couldn't talk +English; I'm not going to. And if they did try any funny work with +me, old-timer, why—as you say, these guns—"</p> +<p>"Oh, all right, m'son! Have it your own way," Bill retorted +grimly. "I know you've got a brace of guns; and I know you can +plant a bullet where you want it to land, about as quick as the +next one. I haven't a doubt but what you're equal to the +Vigilantes, with both hands tied! Of course," he went on with heavy +irony, "I have known of some mighty able men swinging from the oak, +lately. There'll likely be more, before the town wakes up and weeds +out some of the cutthroat element that's running things now to suit +themselves."</p> +<p>Jack looked at him quickly, struck by something in Bill's voice +that betrayed his real concern. "Don't take it to heart, Bill," he +said, dropping his bantering and his stubbornness together. "I +won't air my views quite so publicly, after this. I know I was a +fool to talk quite as straight as I did last night; but some one +else brought up the subject of Sandy; and Swift called him a name +Sandy'd have smashed him in the face for, if he'd been alive and +heard it. I always liked the fellow, and it made me hot to see them +hustle him out of town and hang him like they'd shoot a dog that +had bitten some one, when I <i>knew</i> he didn't deserve it. You +or I would have shot, just as quick as he did, if a drunken +Spaniard made for us with a knife. So would the Captain, or Swift, +or any of the others.</p> +<p>"I know—I've got a nasty tongue when something riles me, +and I lash out without stopping to think. Dade has given me the +devil for that, more times than I can count. He went after me about +this very thing, too, the other day. I'll try and forget about +Sandy; it doesn't make pleasant remembering, anyway. And I'll +promise to count a hundred before I mention the Committee above a +whisper, after this—nine hundred and ninety-nine before I +take the name of Swift or the Captain in vain!" He smiled full at +Bill—a smile to make men love him for the big-hearted boy he +was.</p> +<p>But Bill did not grin back. "Well, it won't hurt you any; +they're bad men to fuss with, both of 'em," he warned somberly.</p> +<p>"Come on out and climb a hill or two with me," Jack urged. +"You've got worse kinks in your system, to-day, than I've got in my +legs. You won't? Well, better go back and take another sleep, then; +it may put you in a more optimistic mood." He went off up the +street towards the hills to the south, turning in at the door of a +tented eating-place for his belated breakfast.</p> +<p>"Optimistic hell!" grunted Bill. "You can't tell a man anything +he don't think he knows better than you do, till he's past thirty. +I was a fool to try, I reckon."</p> +<p>He glowered at the vanishing figure, noting anew how tall and +straight Jack was in his close-fitting buckskin jacket, with the +crimson sash knotted about his middle in the Spanish style, his +trousers tucked into his boots like the miners, and to crown all, a +white sombrero such as the vaqueros wore. Handsome and headstrong +he was; and Bill shook his head over the combination which made for +trouble in that land where the primal instincts lay all on the +surface; where men looked askance at the one who drew oftenest the +glances of the women and who walked erect and unafraid in the midst +of the lawlessness. Jack Allen was fast making enemies, and no one +knew it better than Bill.</p> +<p>When the young fellow disappeared, Bill looked again at the +shifting crowd upon which his eyes were wont to rest with the +speculative gaze of a farmer who leans upon the fence that bounds +his land, and regards his wheat-fields ripening for the sickle. He +liked Jack, and the soul of him was bitter with the bitterness that +is the portion of maturity, when it must stand by and see youth +learn by the pangs of experience that fire will burn most +agonizingly if you hold your hand in the blaze.</p> +<p>One of his night bartenders came up; and Bill, dismissing Jack +from his mind, with a grunt of disgust, went in to talk over +certain changes which he meant to make in the bar as soon as he +could get material and carpenter together upon the spot.</p> +<p>He was still fussing with certain of the petty details that make +or mar the smooth running of an establishment like his, when his +ear, trained to detect the first note of discord in the babble +which filled his big room by night, caught an ominous note in the +hum of the street crowd outside. He lifted his head from examining +a rickety table-leg.</p> +<p>"Go see what's happened, Jim," he suggested to the man, who had +just come up with a hammer and some nails; and went back to +dreaming of the time when his place should be a palace, and he +would not have to nail the legs on his tables every few days +because of the ebullitions of excitement in his customers. He had +strengthened the legs, and was testing them by rocking the table +slightly with a broad palm upon it, when Jim came back.</p> +<p>"Some shooting scrape, back on the flat," Jim announced +indifferently. "Some say it was a hold-up. Two or three of the +Committee have gone out to investigate."</p> +<p>"Yeah—I'll bet the Committee went out!" snorted Bill. +"They'll be lynching the Diggers' dogs for fighting, when the +supply of humans runs out. They've just about played that buckskin +out, packing men out to the oak to hang 'em lately," he went on +glumly, sliding the rejuvenated table into its place in the long +row that filled that side of the room. "I never saw such an +enthusiastic bunch as they're getting to be!"</p> +<p>"That's right," Jim agreed perfunctorily, as a man is wont to +agree with his employer. "Somebody'll hang, all right."</p> +<p>"There's plenty that need it—if the Committee only had +sense enough to pick 'em out and leave the rest alone," growled +Bill, going from table to table, tipping and testing for other legs +that wobbled.</p> +<p>Jim sensed the rebuff in his tone and went back to the door, +around which a knot of men engaged in desultory conjectures while +they waited expectantly. A large tent that Perkins had found +convenient as a temporary jail for those unfortunates upon whom his +heavy hand fell swiftly, stood next to Bill's place; and it spoke +eloquently of the manner in which the Committee then worked, that +men gathered there instinctively at the first sign of trouble. For +when the Committee went out after culprits, it did not return +empty-handed, as the populace knew well. Zealous custodians of the +law were they, as Bill had said; and though they might have +exchanged much of their zeal for a little of Bill's sense of +justice (to the betterment of the town), few of the waiting crowd +had the temerity to say so.</p> +<p>Up the street, necks (whose owners had not thought it worth +while to wade through the sand to the scene of the shooting) were +being craned towards the flat behind the town, where the Captain +and a few of his men had hurried at the first shot.</p> +<p>"They're comin'," Jim announced, thrusting his head into the +gambling hall and raising his voice above the sound of the boss's +nail-driving.</p> +<p>"Well—what of it?" snapped Bill. "Why don't you yell at me +that the sun is going to set in the west to-night?" Bill drove the +head of a four-cornered, iron nail clean out of sight in a table +top. And Jim prudently withdrew his head and turned his face and +his attention towards the little procession that was just coming +into sight at the end of the rambling street, with the crowd +closing in behind it as the water comes surging together behind an +ocean liner.</p> +<p>Jim worshiped his boss, but he knew better than to argue with +him when Bill happened to be in that particular mood, which, to +tell the truth, was not often. But in five minutes or less he had +forgotten the snub. His head popped in again.</p> +<p>"Bill!"</p> +<p>There may be much meaning in a tone, though it utters but one +unmeaning word. Bill dropped a handful of nails upon a table and +came striding down the long room to the door; pushed Jim +unceremoniously aside and stood upon the step. He was just in time +to look into the rageful, blue eyes of Jack Allen, walking with a +very straight back and a contemptuous smile on his lips, between +the Captain and one of his trusted lieutenants.</p> +<p>Bill's fingers clenched suggestively upon the handle of the +hammer. His jaw slackened and then pushed itself forward to a +fighting angle while he stared, and he named in his amazement that +place which the padres had taught the Indians to fear.</p> +<p>The Captain heard him and grinned sourly as he passed on. Jack +heard him, and his smile grew twisted at the tone in which the word +was uttered; but he still smiled, which was more than many a man +would have done in his place.</p> +<p>Bill stood while the rest of that grim procession passed his +place. There was another, a young fellow who looked ready to cry, +walking unsteadily behind Jack, both his arms gripped by others of +the Vigilance Committee. There were two crude stretchers, borne by +stolid-faced miners in red flannel shirts and clay-stained boots. +On the first a dead man lay grinning up at the sun, his teeth just +showing under his bushy mustache, a trickle of red running down +from his temple. On the next a man groaned and mumbled blasphemy +between his groanings.</p> +<p>Bill took it all in, a single glance for each,—a glance +trained by gambling to see a great deal between the flicker of his +lashes. He did not seem to look once at the Captain, yet he knew +that Jack's ivory-handled pistols hung at the Captain's rocking +hips as he went striding past; and he knew that malice lurked under +the grizzled hair which hid the Captain's cruel lips; and that +satisfaction glowed in the hard, sidelong glance he gave his +prisoner.</p> +<p>He stood until he saw Jack duck his head under the tent flaps of +the jail and the white-faced youth follow shrinking after. He stood +while the armed guards took up their stations on the four sides of +the tent and began pacing up and down the paths worn deep in tragic +significance. He saw the wounded man carried into Pete's place +across the way, and the dead man taken farther down the street. He +saw the crowd split into uneasy groups which spoke a common tongue, +that they might exchange unasked opinions upon this, the biggest +sensation since Sandy left town with his ankles tied under the +vicious-eyed buckskin whose riders rode always toward the west and +whose saddle was always empty when he came back to his stall at the +end of the town. Bill saw it all, to the last detail; but after his +one explosive oath, he was apparently the most indifferent of them +all.</p> +<p>When the Captain ended his curt instructions to the guard and +came towards him, Bill showed a disposition to speak.</p> +<p>"Who's the kid?" he drawled companionably, while his fingers +itched upon the hammer, and the soul of him lusted for sight of the +hole it could make in the skull of the Captain. "I don't recollect +seeing him around town—and there ain't many faces I forget, +either."</p> +<p>The Captain shot him a surprised look that was an unconscious +tribute to Bill's diplomatic art. But Bill's level glance would +have disarmed a keener man than Tom Perkins.</p> +<p>Perkins stopped. "Stranger, from what he said—though I've +got my doubts. Some crony of Allen's, I expect. It was him done the +shooting; the kid didn't have any gun on him. Allen didn't deny it, +either."</p> +<p>"No—he's just bull-headed enough to tough it out," +commented Bill. "What was the row about—do yuh know?"</p> +<p>Perkins stiffened. "That," he said with some dignity, "will come +out at the trial. He killed Rawhide outright, and Texas Bill will +die, I reckon. The trial will show what kinda excuse he thought he +had." Having delivered himself, thus impartially and with malice +towards none, Perkins started on.</p> +<p>"Oh, say! You don't mind if I talk to 'em?" Bill gritted his +teeth at having to put the sentence in that favor-seeking tone, but +he did it, nevertheless.</p> +<p>The Captain scowled under his black, slouch hat. "I've give +strict orders not to let anybody inside the tent till after the +trial," he said shortly.</p> +<p>"Oh, that's all right. I'll talk to 'em through the door," Bill +agreed equably. "Jack owes me some money."</p> +<p>The Captain muttered unintelligibly and passed on, and Bill +chose to interpret the mutter as consent. He strolled over to the +tent, joked condescendingly with the guard who stood before it, and +announced that the Captain had said he might talk to the +prisoners.</p> +<p>"I did not," said the Captain unexpectedly at his shoulder. "I +said you couldn't. After the trial, you can collect what's coming +to you, Mr. Wilson. That is," he added hastily, "in case Allen +should be convicted. If he ain't, you can do as you please." He +looked full at the guard. "Shoot any man that attempts to enter +that tent or talk to the prisoners without my permission, Shorty," +he directed, and turned his back on Bill.</p> +<p>Bill did not permit one muscle of his face to twitch. "All +right," he drawled, "I guess I won't go broke if I don't get it. +You mind what your Captain tells you, Shorty! He's running this +show, and what he says goes. You've got a good man over yuh, +Shorty. A fine man. He'll weed out the town till it'll look like +grandpa's onion bed—if the supply of rope don't give out!" +Whereupon he strolled carelessly back to his place, and went in as +if the incident were squeezed dry of interest for him. He walked to +the far end of the big room, sat deliberately down upon a little +table, and rewarded himself for his forbearance by cursing +methodically the Captain, the Committee of which he was the leader, +the men who had witlessly given him the power he used so ruthlessly +as pleased him best, and Jack Allen, whose ill-timed criticisms and +hot-headed freedom of speech had brought upon himself the weight of +the Committee's dread hand.</p> +<p>"Damn him, I tried to tell him!" groaned Bill, his face hidden +behind his palms. "They'll hang him—and darn my oldest +sister's cat's eyes, somebody'll sweat blood for it, too!" (Bill, +you will observe, had reached the end of real blasphemy and was +forced to improvise milder expletives as he went along.) "There +ought to be enough decent men in this town to—"</p> +<p>"Did you git to see Jack?" ventured Jim, coming anxiously up to +his boss.</p> +<p>The tone of him, which was that hushed tone which we employ in +the presence of the dead, so incensed Bill that for answer he threw +the hammer viciously in his direction. Jim took the hint and +retreated hastily.</p> +<p>"No, damn 'em, they won't let me near him," said Bill, ashamed +of his violence. "I knew they'd get him; but I didn't think they'd +get him so quick. I sent a letter down by an Injun this morning to +his pardner to come up and get him outa town before he—But +it's too late now. That talk he made last night—"</p> +<p>"Say, he shot Swift in the arm, too," said Jim. "Pity he didn't +kill him. They're getting a jury together already. Say! Ain't it +hell?"</p> +<a name="2HCH0003"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> +<center>THE THING THEY CALLED JUSTICE</center> +<p>Jack stared meditatively across at the young fellow sitting +hunched upon another of the boxes that were the seats in this +tent-jail, which was also the courtroom of the Vigilance Committee, +and mechanically counted the slow tears that trickled down between +the third and fourth fingers of each hand. A half-hour spent so +would have rasped the nerves of the most phlegmatic man in the +town, and Jack was not phlegmatic; fifteen minutes of watching that +silent weeping sufficed to bring a muffled explosion.</p> +<p>"Ah, for God's sake, brace up!" he gritted. "There's some hope +for you—if you don't spoil what chance you have got, by +crying around like a baby. Brace up and be a man, anyway. It won't +hurt any worse if you grin about it."</p> +<p>The young fellow felt gropingly for a red-figured bandanna, +found it and wiped his face and his eyes dejectedly. "I beg your +pardon for seeming a coward," he apologized huskily. "I got to +thinking about my—m-mother and sisters, and—"</p> +<p>Jack winced. Mother and sisters he had longed for all his life. +"Well, you better be thinking how you'll get out of the scrape +you're in," he advised, with a little of Bill Wilson's grimness. +"I'm afraid I'm to blame, in a way; and yet, if I hadn't mixed into +the fight, you'd be dead by now. Maybe that would have been just as +well, seeing how things have turned out," he grinned. +"Still—have a smoke?"</p> +<p>"I never used tobacco in my life," declined the youth somewhat +primly.</p> +<p>"No, I don't reckon you ever did!" Jack eyed him with a certain +amount of pitying amusement. "A fellow that will come gold-hunting +without a gun to his name, would not use tobacco, or swear, or do +anything that a perfect lady couldn't do! However, you put up a +good fight with your fists, old man, and that's something."</p> +<p>"I'd have been killed, though, if you hadn't shot when you did. +They were too much for me. I haven't tried to thank you—"</p> +<p>"No, I shouldn't think you would," grinned Jack. "I don't see +yet where I've done you any particular favor: from robbers to +Vigilance Committee might be called an up-to-date version of 'Out +of the frying-pan into the fire.'"</p> +<p>The boy glanced fearfully toward the closed tent-flaps. "Ssh!" +he whispered. "The guard can hear—"</p> +<p>"Oh, that's all right," returned Jack, urged perhaps to a +conscious bravado by the very weakness of the other. "It's all day +with me, anyway. I may as well say what I think.</p> +<p>"And so—" He paused to blow one of his favorite little +smoke rings and watch it float to the dingy ridge-pole, where it +flickered and faded into a blue haze "—and so, I'm going to +say right out in meeting what I think of this town and the +Committee they let measure out justice. Justice!" He laughed +sardonically. "Poor old lady, she couldn't stop within forty miles +of Perkins' Committee if she had forty bandages over her eyes, and +both ears plugged with cotton! You wait till their farce of a trial +is over. You may get off, by a scratch—I hope so. But unless +Bill Wilson—"</p> +<p>"Aw, yuh needn't pin no hopes on Bill Wilson!" came a heavy, +malicious voice through the tent wall. "All hell can't save yuh, +Jack Allen! You've had a ride out to the oak comin' to yuh for +quite a while, and before sundown you'll get it."</p> +<p>"Oh! Is that so, Shorty? Say, you're breaking the rules, you old +pirate; you're talking to the prisoners without permission. As the +Captain's most faithful dog Tray, you'd better shoot yourself; +it'll save the town the trouble of hanging you later on!" He smoked +calmly while Shorty, on guard without, growled a vilifying retort, +and the other guards snickered.</p> +<p>"Ah, brace up!" he advised his quaking companion again. "If my +company doesn't damn you beyond all hope, you may get out of the +scrape. You didn't have a gun, and you're a stranger and haven't +said naughty things about your neighbors. Cheer up. Life looks just +as good to me as it does to you. I love this old world just as well +as any man that ever lived in it, and I'm not a bit pleased over +leaving it—any more than you are. But I can't see where I +could better matters by letting myself get wobbly in the knees. I'm +sorry I didn't make a bigger fight to keep my guns, though. I'd +like to have perforated a few more of our most worthy Committee +before I quit; our friend Shorty, for instance," he stipulated +wickedly and clearly, "and the Captain."</p> +<p>If he were deliberately trying to goad Shorty to further +profanity, the result should have satisfied him. The huge shadow of +Shorty moving back and forth upon the front wall of the tent, +became violently agitated and developed a gigantic arm that waved +threateningly over the ridge pole. The other guards laughed and +checked their laughter with a suddenness which made Jack's eyes +leave the dancing shadow and seek questioningly the closed tent +flaps.</p> +<p>"If I'm any good at reading signs, we are now about to be tried +by our peers—twelve good men and true," he announced +ironically. "Brace up, old man! The chances are you'll soon be out +of this mess and headed for home. Don't be afraid to tell the +truth—and don't act scared; they'll take that as a sure sign +you've got a guilty conscience. Just keep a stiff upper lip; it +won't take long; we do things in a hurry, out here!"</p> +<p>"Say, you're a brick, Mr. Allen!" the boy burst out, impulsively +gripping the hand of his champion.</p> +<p>Jack jerked his hand away—not unkindly, but rather as if +he feared to drop, even for an instant, his flippant defiance of +the trick fate had played him. The jerk sent a small, shining thing +sliding down to the floor; where it stood upright and quivered in +the soft sand.</p> +<p>"Lord!" he ejaculated under his breath, snatching it up as a +thief would snatch at his spoils. He looked fearfully at the closed +flaps, outside which the trampling of many feet sounded closer and +closer; and with a warning shake of his head at the other, slid the +dagger into his sleeve again, carefully fastening the point in the +stout hem of the buckskin.</p> +<p>"You never can tell," he muttered, smiling queerly as he made +sure the weapon was not noticeable.</p> +<p>He was rolling another cigarette when the Captain parted the +tent flaps and came stooping in, followed by twelve men of the +Committee who were to be the jury, and as many spectators as could +crowd after them.</p> +<p>"Gentlemen, be seated," the Captain invited formally, and +motioned the jury to the crude bunks that lined one side of the +large tent. Jack and the boy he moved farther from the entrance, +and took up his own position where his sharp eyes commanded every +inch of the interior and where the gun which he drew from its +holster and rested upon his knee could speak its deadly rebuke to +any man there if, in the upholding of justice, the Captain deemed +it necessary.</p> +<p>The jury shuffled to their places, perched in a row upon the +edge of the bunks and waited silently, their eyes fixed expectantly +upon their Captain. The crowd edged into the corners and along the +sides, their hat crowns scraping the canvas roof as they were +forced closer to the low wall.</p> +<p>The Captain waited until the silence was a palpable thing made +alive by the rhythmic breathing of the men who were to look upon +this new travesty of justice.</p> +<p>"Gentlemen," he said at last, his sonorous voice carrying his +words distinctly to the crowd without, "we are now ready to proceed +with the investigation. I wish to state, for the information of +those present, that after the prisoners were placed here under +guard, I went to get a statement from the wounded man, Mr. Texas +Bill. I found him dying from a wound inflicted upon his person by a +pistol ball which passed through his left lung, above and to the +right of his heart. I did not take a written statement, for lack of +time and writing materials. But Texas swore—"</p> +<p>"Yeah—I'll bet he swore!" commented Bill Wilson under his +breath. Every one looked toward Bill, standing just inside the +flaps, and the Captain scowled while he waited for attention.</p> +<p>"Texas swore that he was shot by one of the prisoners, Jack +Allen by name, who fired upon him without due provocation, while he +was talking to this other prisoner, whose name we have yet to +learn. Texas stated that Allen, appearing suddenly from behind some +bushes, began shooting with deadly intent and without warning, +wantonly murdering Rawhide Jack, who lies dead in Smith's back +room, and shooting him, Texas, through the lung. He also stated +that Mr. Dick Swift was with him and Rawhide Jack, and was also +shot by the prisoner, Jack Allen, without cause or provocation.</p> +<p>"They had met the stranger and were standing talking to him +about his luck in the diggin's. This stranger, who is the other +prisoner, was inclined to be sassy, and made a pass at Rawhide with +his fist, telling him to mind his own business and not ask so many +questions. Rawhide struck back; and Allen, coming out from behind +some bushes, began shooting."</p> +<p>The Captain stopped and looked calmly and judicially from face +to face in the crowd.</p> +<p>"That, gentlemen, is the statement made to me by Texas Bill, who +now lies dead in Pete's Place as a result of the wound inflicted by +Allen."</p> +<p>"That's a lot of swearing for a man to do that's been shot +through the lungs," commented Bill Wilson skeptically.</p> +<p>The Captain gave him a malevolent look and continued. "We will +ask Mr. Swift to come forward and tell us what he knows of this +deplorable and, if I may be permitted the term, disgraceful +affair."</p> +<p>Mr. Swift edged his way carefully through the crowd with his +left arm thrust out to protect the right, which was bandaged and +rested in a blood-stained sling. He asked permission to sit down; +kicked a box into the small, open space between the Captain, the +jury, and the prisoners, and seated himself with the air of a man +about to perform an extremely painful duty.</p> +<p>"Hold up your right hand," commanded the Captain.</p> +<p>Swift apologetically raised his left hand and gazed steadfastly +into the cold, impartial eyes of his Captain.</p> +<p>"You swear that you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and +nothing but the truth, so-help-you-God?"</p> +<p>Swift, his purplish eyes wide and clear and honest as the gaze +of a baby, calmly affirmed that he did.</p> +<p>Jack grinned and lazily fanned the smoke of his cigarette away, +so that he might the better gaze upon this man who was about to +tell the whole truth and nothing else. He caught Swift's eye and +added a sneering lift to the smile; and Swift's eyes changed from +bland innocence to hate triumphant.</p> +<p>"Mr. Swift, you will now relate to us the circumstances of this +affair, truthfully, in the order of their happening," directed the +deep voice of the Captain.</p> +<p>Mr. Swift carefully eased his wounded arm in its sling, turned +his innocent gaze upon the crowd, and began:</p> +<p>"Texas, Rawhide, and myself were crossing the sandy stretch +south of town about noon, when we met this chap—the stranger +there." He nodded slightly toward the boy. "I was walking behind +the other two, but I heard Rawhide say: 'Hello, son, any luck in +the diggin's?' The kid said: 'None of your damn business!' That +made Rawhide kinda mad, being spoke to that way when he just meant +to be friendly, and he told the kid he better keep a civil tongue +in his head if he wanted to get along smooth—or words to that +effect. I don't," explained Mr. Swift virtuously, "remember the +exact words, because I was looking at the fellow and wondering what +made him so surly. He sassed Rawhide again, and told him to mind +his own business and give advice when it was asked for, and struck +at him. Rawhide hit back, and then I heard a shot, and Rawhide fell +over. I looked around quick, and started to pull my gun, but a +bullet hit me here—" Mr. Swift laid gentle finger-tips upon +his arm near the shoulder—"so I couldn't. I saw it was Jack +Allen shooting and coming towards us from a clump of bushes off to +the right of us. He shot again, and Texas Bill fell. I ducked +behind a bush and started for help, when I met the Captain and a +few others coming out to see what was the matter. That," finished +Mr. Swift, "is the facts of the case, just as they happened."</p> +<p>The Captain waited a minute or two, that the "facts" might sink +deep into the minds of the listeners.</p> +<p>"Were any shots fired by any one except Allen?" he asked coldly, +when the silence was sufficiently emphasized.</p> +<p>"There were not. Nobody," Swift flashed with a very human +resentment, "had a chance after he commenced!" He flushed at the +involuntary tribute to the prowess of his enemy, when he saw that +maddening grin appear again on Jack's lips; a grin which called him +liar and scoundrel and in the same flicker defied him.</p> +<p>The investigation took on the color of a sensation at that +point, when the stranger sprang suddenly to his feet and stood +glaring at the witness. There were no signs now of tears or +weakness; he was a man fighting for what he believed to be right +and just.</p> +<p>"Captain, that man is a dirty liar!" he cried hotly. "He and his +precious cronies tried to rob me, out there. I was coming into town +from across the bay; I had hired a Spaniard to bring me across in a +small sailboat, and the tide carried us down too far, so I told him +to land and I'd walk back to town, rather than tack back. And these +men met me, and tried to rob me! This man," he accused excitedly, +pointing a rageful finger at Swift, "was going to stab me in the +throat when he saw I resisted. I was fighting the three, and they +were getting the best of me. I never owned a gun, and I just had my +fists. The two others had grabbed me, and this man Swift pulled a +knife. I remember one of them saying: 'Don't shoot—it'll +bring the whole town out!' And just as this one raised his knife to +drive it into my throat—they were bending me backwards, the +other two—I heard a shot, and this one dropped his knife and +gave a yell. There were two other shots, and the two who were +holding me dropped. This one ran off. Then—" The boy turned +and looked down at Jack, smoking his cigarette and trying to read +what lay behind the stolid stare of the twelve men who sat in a +solemn row on the bunks opposite him. "This young man—" His +lips trembled, and he stopped, to bite them into a more manlike +firmness.</p> +<p>"Gentlemen, do what you like with me, but you've got to let this +man go! He's the coolest, bravest man I ever saw! He saved my life. +You can't hang him for protecting a man from murder and +robbery!"</p> +<p>"Young man," interrupted the Captain after a surprised silence, +"we admire your generosity in trying to clear your fellow prisoner, +but you must let this jury try his case. What's your name?"</p> +<p>"John Belden, of Cambridge, Massachusetts." The young fellow's +rage faded to a sullen calm under the cold voice.</p> +<p>The Captain made a startled movement and looked at him sharply. +"And what was your hurry to get to town?" he asked, after a +minute.</p> +<p>"I wanted to get a ticket on the boat, the <i>Mary +Elizabeth</i>, that is going to leave for New York to-morrow. I +wanted to go—home. I've had enough of gold-hunting!" Youthful +bitterness was in his tone and in the look he turned on the +jury.</p> +<p>The Captain cleared his throat. When he spoke again, he +addressed the twelve before him:</p> +<p>"Gentlemen of the jury, I have reasons for feeling convinced +that this young man is in part telling the truth. I am acquainted +with his father, unless he has given a name he does not +own—and his face is a pretty good witness for him; he looks +like his dad. While he has undoubtedly glossed and warped the story +of the shooting in a mistaken effort to make things look better for +the man who did the killing, I can see no sufficient reason for +holding him. This Committee stands for justice and is not backward +about tempering it with mercy. Gentlemen of the jury, I recommend +that John Belden be released from custody and permitted to go home. +He was unarmed when I took him, and there is no evidence of his +having dealt anything but hard words to the victims of the +shooting. Gentlemen, you will give your verdict; after which we +will proceed with the investigation."</p> +<p>The jury looked at one another and nodded to the man on the end +of the first bunk; and he, shifting a quid of tobacco to the slack +of his right cheek, expectorated gravely into the sand and spoke +solemnly:</p> +<p>"The verdict of the jury is all in favor of turnin' the kid +loose."</p> +<p>"John Belden, you are released. And we'd advise you to be a +little careful how you sass men in this country. Also, you better +see about that ticket on the <i>Mary Elizabeth</i>. Jack Allen, you +may come forward and take the oath."</p> +<p>"This box is just as comfortable as that one," said Jack, "and +you needn't worry but what I'll tell the truth!" He took a last +pull at his cigarette, pinched out the fire, and ground the stub +under his heel. He could feel the silence grow tense with +expectancy; and when he lifted his eyes, he knew that every man in +that tent was staring into his face.</p> +<p>"I used to believe," he began clearly, "in the Vigilantes. If I +had been here when the first Committee was formed, I'd have worked +for it myself. I believe it cleared the town of some of the worst +scoundrels in the country, and that's saying a good deal. +But—"</p> +<p>"The Committee," interrupted the Captain, "would like to hear +your story of the shooting. Your private opinions can wait until +the investigation of that affair is ended."</p> +<p>"You're right. I beg your pardon for forgetting that it is not +settled yet!" Jack's voice was politely scornful. "Well, then, this +kid told the truth in every particular, even when he declared that +Dick Swift is a dirty liar. Swift is a liar. He's also a thief, and +he's also a murderer—and a few other things not as +decent!</p> +<p>"As to the row, I was walking out that way, when I saw this kid +coming up from the bay toward the town. The three, Swift, Rawhide +Jack, and Texas Bill, met him where the—er—trouble took +place. I was too far off to hear what was said; in fact, I didn't +pay any attention much, till I saw the kid struggling to get away. +I walked towards them then. It was easy enough to see that it was a +hold-up, pure and simple. I was about fifty yards from them when I +saw Swift, here, raise a knife to jab it into the boy's throat. +Texas and Rawhide were both holding the kid's arms and bending him +backwards so he couldn't do anything. When I saw the knife, I began +to shoot." His eyes sought those of Bill Wilson, standing in the +crowd near the door. "That's the truth of the whole matter," he +said, speaking directly to Bill. "I didn't try to make trouble; but +I couldn't stand by and see a man murdered, no more than any decent +man could." He paused; and still looking toward Bill, added: "I +didn't even notice particularly who the men were, until I went up +to the boy. It all happened so sudden that I—"</p> +<p>The Captain cleared his throat. "You admit, then, that you +killed Rawhide Jack and Texas Bill this morning?"</p> +<p>"I surely do," retorted Jack. "And if you want to know, I'm +kinda proud of it; it was a long shot—to clean the town of +two such blackguards. And right here I want to apologize to the +town for making a bungle of killing Swift!"</p> +<p>"We have two witnesses who also swear that you killed Tex' and +Rawhide, though they give a very different version of the trouble +with the boy. Would you ask us to believe that Texas Bill lied with +his last breath?"</p> +<p>"If he told the story you say he did, he certainly lied most +sinfully with his last breath; but I'd hate to take your word for +anything, so I don't know whether he lied or not."</p> +<p>"Mr. Swift, here, tells the same story that Texas Bill told." +The Captain chose to ignore the insults. "I think their testimony +should carry more weight with the Committee than yours, or the +boy's. You are trying to save your neck; and the boy probably feels +that he owes you some gratitude for taking his part. But the +Committee's business is to weed out the dangerous element which is +altogether too large in this town; and the Committee feels that you +are one of the most dangerous. However, we will call another +witness. Shorty, you may come forward."</p> +<p>Shorty came scowling up and sat down upon the box Swift had +occupied. He took the oath and afterwards declared that he had +overheard Jack coaching the boy about what he should tell the +Committee. The Captain, having brought out that point, promptly +excused him.</p> +<p>"Gentlemen of the jury, you have heard the evidence, and your +duty is plain. We are waiting for the verdict."</p> +<p>The man with the cud looked a question at the Captain; turned +and glanced down the row at the eleven, who nodded their heads in +unanimous approval of his thoughts. He once more shifted the wad of +tobacco, as a preliminary to expectorating gravely into the sand +floor, and pronounced his sentence with a promptness that savored +of relish:</p> +<p>"The verdict of the jury is that we hang Jack Allen for killin' +Texas and Rawhide, and for bein' a mean, ornery cuss, anyway."</p> +<p>The Captain turned coldly to the prisoner. "You hear the +verdict. The Committee believes it to be just."</p> +<p>He looked at the group near the door. "Mr. Wilson," he called +maliciously, "you will now be given an opportunity to collect from +the prisoner what he owes you."</p> +<p>"Jack Allen don't owe me a cent!" cried Bill Wilson hotly, +shouldering his way to the open space before the Captain. "But +there's a heavy debt hanging over this damned Committee—a +debt they'll have to pay themselves one day at the end of a rope, +if there's as many honest men in this town as I think there is.</p> +<p>"I helped form the first Vigilance Committee, boys. We did it to +protect the town from just such men as are running the Committee +right now. When crimes like this can be done right before our eyes, +in broad daylight, I say it's time another Committee was formed, to +hang this one! Here they've got a man that they know, and we all +know, ain't done a thing but what any brave, honest man would do. +They've gone through a farce trial that'd make the Digger Injuns +ashamed of themselves; and they've condemned Jack Allen, that's got +more real manhood in his little finger than there is in the dirty, +lying carcasses of the whole damned outfit—they've condemned +him to be hung!</p> +<p>"And why! I can tell yuh why—and it ain't for killing +Texas and Rawhide—two as measly, ornery cusses as there was +in town—it ain't for that. It's for daring to say, last night +in my place, that the Committee is rotten to the core, and that +they murdered Sandy McTavish in cold blood when they took him out +and hung him for killing that greaser in self-defense. It's for +speaking his mind, the mind of an honest man, that they're going to +hang him. That is, they'll hang him if you'll stand by and let 'em +do it. I believe both these boys told a straight story. I believe +them three was trying to pull off a daylight robbery, and Jack shot +to save the kid.</p> +<p>"Now, men, see here! I for one have stood about all I'm going to +stand from this bunch of cutthroats that've taken the place of the +Committee we organized to protect the town. To-night I want every +man that calls himself honest to come to my place and hold a mass +meeting, to elect a Committee like we had in the first place. I +want every man—"</p> +<p>"Bill, you're crazy!" It was Jack, white to the lips in sheer +terror for Wilson, Jack who refused to blench at his own dire +strait, who sprang up and clapped a hand over the mouth that was +sealing the doom of the owner. "Take him out, Jim, for God's sake! +Take him—Bill, listen to me, you fool! What was it you were +telling me, there in your own doorway, to-day? About not thinking +out loud? You can't save me by talking like that! These +men—those that don't hate me—are so scared of their own +necks that they wouldn't lift a finger to save a twin brother. Take +him out, boys! Bill doesn't mean any harm." He tried to smile and +failed utterly. "He likes me, and he's—he's—"</p> +<p>Shorty it was who jerked him away from Bill. The Captain, on his +feet, was dominating the uneasy crowd with his cold stare more than +with the gun he held in his hand.</p> +<p>"This Committee," he stated in his calm, judicial tone, which +chilled the growing fire of excitement and held the men silent that +they might listen, "this Committee regrets that in the course of +its unpleasant duties it must now and then rouse the antagonism of +a bad man's friends. But this Committee must perform the duties for +which it was elected. This Committee is sorry to see Mr. Wilson +take the stand he takes, but it realizes that friendship for the +condemned man leads him to make statements and threats for which he +should not be held responsible. Gentlemen, this court of inquiry is +dismissed, and it may not be amiss to point out the necessity for +order being maintained among you. The Committee would deeply regret +any trouble arising at this time."</p> +<p>"Oh, damn you and your Committee!" gritted Bill Wilson, out of +the bitterness that filled him. He gave Jack one glance; one, and +with his jaws set hard together, turned his back.</p> +<p>The crowd pushed and parted to make way for him. Jim, his face +the color of a pork rind, followed dog-like at the heels of his +boss. And when they had passed, the tent began to belch forth men +who walked with heads and shoulders a little bent, talking together +under their breaths of this man who dared defy the Committee to its +face, and whose daring was as impotent as the breeze that still +pulled at the flapping corner of the cloth sign over the door of +his place.</p> +<p>Bill glanced dully up at the sign before he opened his door. +"Better get the hammer and nail that corner down, Jim," he said +morosely, and went in. He poured a whisky glass two-thirds full of +liquor and emptied it with one long swallow—and Bill was not +a drinking man.</p> +<p>"God! This thing they call justice!" he groaned, as he set down +the glass; and went out to make an attempt at organizing a rescue +party, though he had little hope of succeeding. Jack was a stranger +to the better class of business men, and those who did know him +were either friends of the Committee or in deadly fear of it. +Still, Bill was a gambler. He was probably putting the mark of the +next victim on himself; but he did not stop for that.</p> +<a name="2HCH0004"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> +<center>WHAT HAPPENED AT THE OAK</center> +<p>Jack sat looking after the crowd that shuffled through the +doorway into the sunlight. He thought he had believed that he would +receive the sentence which the juryman had spoken so baldly; yet, +after the words had been actually spoken, he stared blankly after +Bill and the others, and incredulously at the Captain, who seated +himself upon a bunk opposite to watch his prisoner, his pistol +resting suggestively upon his knee. The boy lingered to shake +Jack's unresponsive hand and mutter a broken sentence or two of +gratitude and sympathy. But Jack scarcely grasped his meaning, and +his answer sounded chillingly calm; so that the boy, wincing under +the cold stare of the Captain and the seeming indifference of the +prisoner, turned away with downy chin a-tremble and in his eyes the +look of horrified awe which sometimes comes to a youth who has seen +death hesitate just over his head, pass him by, and choose another. +In the doorway he stopped and looked back bewildered. Jack had said +that he loved life and would hate to leave it; and yet he sat there +calmly, scraping idly with his boot-toe a little furrow in the +loose sand, his elbows resting on his knees, his face unlined by +frown or bitterness, his eyes bent abstractedly upon the shallow +trench he was desultorily digging. He did not look as the boy +believed a man should look who has just been condemned to die the +ignominious death of hanging. The boy shuddered and went out into +the sunlight, dazed with this glimpse he had got of the inexorable +hardness of life.</p> +<p>Jack did not even know when the boy left. He, also, was looking +upon the hardness of life, but he was looking with the eyes of the +fighter. So long as Jack Allen had breath in his body, he would +fight to keep it there. His incredulity against the verdict swung +to a tenacious disbelief that it would really come to the worst. So +long as he was alive, so long as he could feel the weight of the +dagger in his sleeve, it was temperamentally impossible for him to +believe that he was going to die that day.</p> +<p>Plans he made and smoothed them in the dirt with his toe. If +they did not bind his arms... They had not tied Sandy's arms, he +remembered; and he wondered if a dagger concealed in Sandy's sleeve +would have made any essential difference in the result of that +particular crime of the Committee. He sickened at a vivid memory of +how Sandy had ridden away, just a week or so before; and of the +appealing glance which he had sent toward Bill's place when Shorty +started to lead the buckskin from before the prison tent with six +men walking upon either side and a curious crowd straggling after. +Would a dagger in Sandy's sleeve have made any difference?</p> +<p>Then his thoughts swung to the Mexican who had told him of the +trick, only the night before. It had amused Jack to experiment with +his own knife; and the very novelty of the thing had impelled him +to slip his dagger into the new hiding-place that morning when he +dressed. The Captain had not discovered it there—but would it +make any difference? It occurred to him that he need not die the +death of dangling and strangling at the end of the rope, at any +rate; if it came to dying... Jack became acutely conscious of the +steady beat in his chest, and immediately afterward felt the same +throb in his throat; he could stop that beating whenever he chose, +if they did not bind his arms.</p> +<p>"Horse's ready, Captain," announced Shorty succinctly, thrusting +his head through the closed flaps; and the Captain rose instantly +and made a commanding gesture to his prisoner.</p> +<p>Jack swept the loose dirt back into the furrow with one swing of +his foot and stood up. He went out quietly, two steps in advance of +the Captain and the Captain's drawn pistol, and advanced +unflinchingly towards the horse that stood saddled in the midst of +the group of executioners, with the same curious crowd looking on +greedily at the spectacle.</p> +<p>"Ever been on a horse?" asked the Captain, his deep voice little +more than a growl.</p> +<p>"Once or twice," Jack answered indifferently.</p> +<p>"Climb on, then!"</p> +<p>Jack was young and he was very human. It might be his last hour +on earth, but there rose up in him a prideful desire to show them +whether he had ever been on a horse; he caught the saddle-horn with +one hand and vaulted vaingloriously into the saddle without +touching a toe to the stirrup. The buckskin ducked and danced +sidewise at the end of the rope in Shorty's hand, and more than one +gun flashed into sight at the unexpectedness of the move.</p> +<p>The Captain scowled at the exclamations of admiration from the +crowd. "You needn't try any funny work, young man, or I'll tie you +hand as well as foot!" he threatened sternly. "Give me that rope, +Davis."</p> +<p>Then Jack paid in pain for his vanity, and paid in full. The +Captain did not bind his arms—perhaps because of the crowd +and a desire to seem merciful. But though he merely tied the +prisoner's ankle after the usual manner, he knotted the small rope +with a vicious yank, pulled it as tight as he could and passed the +rope under the flinching belly of the buckskin to Davis, on the +other side. Also he sent a glance of meaning which the other read +unerringly and obeyed most willingly. Davis drew the rope taut +under the cinch and tied Jack's other ankle as if he were putting +the diamond hitch on a pack mule. The two stepped back and eyed him +sharply for some sign of pain, when all was done.</p> +<p>"Thanks," drawled Jack. "Sorry I can't do as much for you." +Whereupon he set his teeth against the growing agony of strained +muscles and congesting arteries, and began to roll a cigarette with +fingers which he held rigidly from trembling.</p> +<p>Bill Wilson, returning gloomily to the doorway of his place, +grated an oath and turned away his head.</p> +<p>Some day, he promised himself vengefully, those two—yes, +and the whole group of murderers moving briskly away from the +tent—would pay for that outrage; and he prayed that the day +might come soon.</p> +<p>He went heavily into the big room where men were already +foregathering to gossip between drinks of the trial and of the man +who was to die. Bill bethought him of the young stranger; made some +inquiries of certain inoffensive individuals among the crowd, and +sent Jim out with instructions to find the kid and bring him back +with him.</p> +<p>Bill was standing in the door waiting for Jim to return, when, +in a swirl of dust, came Dade galloping around a corner and to the +very doorstep before he showed any desire to slow up. At the first +tightening of the reins, the white horse stiffened his front legs, +dug two foot-long furrows and stopped still. Bill had no enthusiasm +for the perfect accomplishment of the trick. He stood with his +hands thrust deep into his pockets and regarded the rider +glumly.</p> +<p>"Well, you got here," he grunted, with the brevity of utter +misery.</p> +<p>"You bet I did! I was away from the hacienda when the peon came, +or I'd have got here sooner," Dade explained cheerfully, swinging +to the ground with a jingle of his big, Mexican spurs that had +little silver bells to swell the tinkly chimes when he moved. +"Where's Jack?"</p> +<p>Big Bill Wilson's jaw trembled with an impulse towards tears +which the long, harsh years behind him would not let him shed. +"They've got him," he said in a choked tone, and waved a hand +toward the west.</p> +<p>"Who's got him?" Dade clanked a step closer and peered sharply +into Bill's face, with all the easy good humor wiped out of his +own.</p> +<p>"The Committee. You're too late; they're taking him out to the +oak. Been gone about ten minutes. They had it in for him, +and—I couldn't do a thing! The men in this town—" +Epithets rushed incoherently from Bill's lips, just as violent +weeping marks the reaction from a woman's first silence in the face +of tragedy.</p> +<p>Dade did not hear a word he was saying, after those first jerky +sentences. He stood looking past Bill at a drunken Irishman who was +making erratic progress up the street; and he was no more conscious +of the Irishman than he was of Bill's scorching condemnation of the +town which could permit such outrages.</p> +<p>"Watch Surry a minute!" he said abruptly, and hurried into the +gambling hall. In a minute he was back again and lifting foot to +the stirrup.</p> +<p>"How long did you say they've been gone?" he asked, without +looking at Bill.</p> +<p>"Ten or fifteen minutes. Say, you can't do anything!"</p> +<p>Dade was already half-way up the block, a swirl of sand-dust +marking his flight. Bill stared after him distressfully.</p> +<p>"He'll go and get his light put out—and he won't help Jack +a damn bit," he told himself miserably, and went in. Life that day +looked very hard to big-hearted Bill Wilson, and scarcely worth the +trouble of living it.</p> +<p>It broke the heart of Dade Hunter to see how near the sinister +procession was to the live oak that had come to be looked upon as +the gallows of the Vigilance Committee; a gallows whose broad +branches sheltered from rain and sun alike the unmarked graves of +the men who had come there shuddering and looked upon it, and +shuddering had looked no more upon anything in this world.</p> +<p>Until he was near enough to risk betraying his haste by the +hoof-beats of his horse, Dade kept Surry at a run. Upon the crest +of the slope which the procession was leisurely descending, he +slowed to a lope; and so overtook the crowd that straggled always +out to the hangings, came they ever so frequent. Reeling in the +saddle, he came up with the stragglers, singing and marking time +with a half-empty bottle of whisky.</p> +<p>The few who knew him looked at one another askance.</p> +<p>"Say, Hunter, ain't yuh got any feelin's? That there's your +pardner on the hoss," one loose-jointed miner expostulated.</p> +<p>"Sure, I got feelin's! Have a d-drink?" Dade leered drunkenly at +the speaker. "Jack's—no good anyway. Tol' 'im he'd get hung +if he—have a d-drink?"</p> +<p>The loose-jointed one would, and so would his neighbors. The +Captain glanced back at them, gave a contemptuous lift to his upper +lip and faced again to the front.</p> +<p>Dade uncoiled his riata with aimless, fumbling fingers and swung +the noose facetiously toward the bottle, uptilted over the eager +mouth of a weazened little Irishman. He caught bottle and hand +together, let them go with a quick flip of the rawhide and waggled +his head in apology.</p> +<p>"<i>Excuse</i> me, Mike," he mumbled, while the Irishman stopped +and glared. "Go awn! Have a drink. Mighta spilled +it—shame!"</p> +<p>Jack looked back, his heart thumping heavily at sound of the +voice, thick though it was and maudlin. Dade drunk and full of +coarse foolery was a sight he had never before looked upon; but +Dade's presence, drunk or sober, made his own plight seem a shade +less hopeless. He did not dare a second glance, with Davis and the +Captain walking at either stirrup; but he listened +anxiously—listened and caught a drunken mumble from the rear, +and a chorus of chuckling laughs coming after.</p> +<p>He looked ahead. The great oak was close, so close that he might +have counted the narrow little ridges of red soil beneath; the +ridges which he knew were the graves of those who had died before +him. The great bough that reached out over the spot where the earth +was trampled smooth in horrible significance—the branch from +which a noosed rope dangled sinuously in the breeze that came +straight off the ocean—swayed with majestic deliberation as +if Fate herself were beckoning.</p> +<p>He clasped his hands upon the saddle-horn and, stealthily +loosening the dagger-point from the hem of his sleeve, slid the +weapon cautiously into his hand. When he felt the handle against +his palm, he knew that he had been holding his breath, and that the +sigh he gave was an involuntary relief that the others had not +glimpsed the blade under his clasped fingers. He would not have to +dangle from that swinging rope, at any rate.</p> +<p>"Hello, pard!" Dade's voice called thickly from close behind. +"Looking for some rope?"</p> +<p>Jack turned his head just as the looped rawhide slithered past +him and settled taut over the head of the startled buckskin. Like a +lightning gleam slashing through the dark he saw Dade's plan, and +played his own part unhesitatingly.</p> +<p>Two movements he made while the buckskin sat back upon his +haunches and gathered his muscles for a forward spring. The first +was to lean and send a downward sweep of the dagger across the rope +by which Shorty was leading the horse, and the second was a +backward lunge that drove the knife deep into the bared throat of +the Captain, stunned into momentary inaction by the suddenness of +Dade's assault.</p> +<p>The buckskin gave a mighty leap that caught Shorty unawares and +sent him into a crumpled heap in the sand. Dade's riata, tight as a +fiddle-string at first, slackened as the buckskin, his breath +coming in snorts, surged alongside. Jack leaned again—this +time to snatch the ivory-handled revolver from the holster on +Dade's saddle. As well as he could with his legs held rigid by the +rope that tied his ankles, he twisted in the saddle and sent leaden +answer to the spiteful barking of the guns that called upon them to +halt.</p> +<a name="image-0002"><!--IMG--></a> +<center><img src="./images/g001.jpg" width="450" height="675" alt= +"He Twisted in the Saddle and Sent Leaden Answer to The Spiteful Barking of the Guns. "> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p>Davis he shot, and saw him sway and fall flat, with a smoking +gun in his hand. Another crumpled forward; and Shorty, just getting +painfully upon his feet, he sent into the sand again to stay; for +his skill with small arms was something uncanny to witness, and his +temper was up and turning him into a savage like the rest.</p> +<p>But the range was rapidly growing to rifle-length, and death +fell short of his enemies after Shorty went down. When he saw his +fourth bullet kick up a harmless little geyser of sand two rods in +advance of the agitated crowd, he left off and turned to his +friend.</p> +<p>"I thought you were drunk," he observed inanely, as is common to +men who have just come through situations for which no words have +been coined.</p> +<p>"You ain't the only one who made that mistake," Dade retorted +grimly, and looked back. "Good thing those hombres are afoot. We'll +get on a little farther and then we'll fix a hackamore so you can +do your own riding,"</p> +<p>"I can't stand it to ride any farther—"</p> +<p>"Are you shot?" Dade pulled in a little and looked anxiously +into his face.</p> +<p>"It's the rope. They tied it so tight it's torture. I'd never +have believed it could hurt so—but they gave me an extra +twist or two to show their friendship, I reckon."</p> +<p>Dade rode on beyond a little, wooded knoll before he stopped, +lest the crowd, seeing them halt, might think it worth while to +follow them afoot.</p> +<p>"They surely didn't intend you to fall off," he said +whimsically, when his knife released the strain. But his lips +tightened at the outrage; and his eyes, bent upon Jack's left +ankle, wore the look of one who could kill without pity.</p> +<p>"They'll never do it to another man," declared Jack, with +vindictive relish. "It was Davis and the Captain; I killed 'em +both." He rolled stiffly from the saddle, found his feet like dead +things and stumbled to a little hillock, where he sat down.</p> +<p>Dade, kneeling awkwardly in his heavy, bearskin chaparejos, +picked at the bonds with the point of his knife. "Lucky you had on +boots," he remarked. "Even as it is, you're likely to carry creases +for a while. How the deuce did you manage to get into this +particular scrape?—if I might ask!"</p> +<p>"I didn't get into it. This particular scrape got me. Say, it's +lucky you happened along just when you did."</p> +<p>To this very obvious statement the other made no reply. He cut +the last strand of the rope that bound Jack's ankles so +mercilessly, and stood up. "You better take off your boots and rub +some feeling into your feet while I make a hackamore for that +horse. The sooner we get out of this, the better. What's left of +the Committee will probably be pretty anxious to see you."</p> +<p>"Oh, damn the Committee!—as Bill remarked after the +trial." Jack made an attempt to remove one of his boots, found the +pain intolerable and desisted with a groan. "I wish they would show +up," he declared. "I'd like to give them a taste of this foot-tying +business!"</p> +<p>Dade went on tying the hackamore with a haste that might be +called anxious. With just two bullets left in the pistol and with +no powder upon his person for further reloading, he could not share +Jack's eagerness to meet the Committee again. When Surry gave over +rolling with his tongue the little wheel in his bit, and with +lifted head and eyes alert perked his ears forward towards the hill +they had just crossed, he slipped the hackamore hurriedly into +place and turned to his friend.</p> +<p>"You climb on to Surry, and we'll pull out," he said shortly. "I +wouldn't give two pesos for this buckskin, but we're going to add +horse-stealing to our other crimes; and while it's all right to +damn the Committee, it's just as well to do it at a distance, just +now, old man."</p> +<p>The caution fell flat, for Jack was wholly absorbed by the pain +in his feet and ankles, as the blood was being forced into the +congested veins. Dade led the white horse close, to save him the +discomfort of hobbling to it, and waited until Jack was in the +saddle before he vaulted upon the tricky-eyed buckskin. He led the +way down into a shallow depression which wound aimlessly towards +the ocean; and later, when trees and bushes and precipitous bluffs +threatened to bar their way, he swung abruptly to the east and +south.</p> +<p>"Maybe you won't object so hard to Palo Alto now," he bantered +at last, when at dusk he ventured out upon "El Camino Real" (which +is pure Spanish for "The King's Highway"), that had linked Mission +to Mission all down the fertile length of California when the land +was wilderness. "Solitude ought to feel good, after to-day." When +he got no answer, Dade looked around at the other.</p> +<p>Jack's face showed vaguely through the night fog creeping in +from the clamorous ocean off to the west. His legs were hanging +free of the stirrups, and his hands rested upon the high +saddle-horn.</p> +<p>"Say, Dade," he asked irrelevantly and with a mystifying +earnestness, "which do you think would kill a man quickest—a +slash across the throat, or a stab in the heart?"</p> +<p>"I wouldn't call either one healthy. Why?"</p> +<p>"I was just wondering," Jack returned ambiguously. "If you +hadn't happened along—say, how did you happen to come? Was +that another sample of my fool's luck?" Since the coincidence had +not struck him before, one might guess that he was accustomed to +having Dade at his elbow when he was most needed.</p> +<p>"Bill Wilson sent word that you were making seven kinds of a +fool of yourself—Bill named a few of them—and advised +me to get you out of town. I've more respect for Bill's judgment +than ever. I took his advice as it stood—and therefore, +you're headed for safer territory than you were awhile ago. It +ain't heaven," he added, "but it's next thing to it."</p> +<p>"I'm not hankering after heaven, right now," averred Jack. "Most +any other place looks good to me; I'm not feeling a hit critical, +Dade. And if I didn't say it before, old man, you're worth a whole +regiment to a fellow in a fix."</p> +<a name="2HCH0005"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> +<center>HOSPITALITY</center> +<p>If you would enjoy that fine hospitality which gives gladly to +strangers and to friends alike of its poverty or plenty, and for +the giving asks nothing in return, you should seek the far +frontiers; but if you would see hospitality glorified into +something more than a simple virtue, then you should find, if you +can, one of the old-time haciendas that were the pride of early +California.</p> +<p>Time was when the wild-eyed cattle which bore upon their +fat-cushioned haunches the seared crescent that proclaimed them the +property of old Don Andres Picardo (who owned, by grant of the +king, all the upper half of the valley of Santa Clara) were free to +any who hungered. Time was when a traveler might shoot a fat +yearling and feast his fill, unquestioned by the don or the don's +dark-eyed vaqueros.</p> +<p>Don Andres Picardo was a large-hearted gentleman; and to deny +any man meat would bring to his cheeks a blush for his +niggardliness. That was in the beginning, when he reigned in peace +over the peninsula. When the vaqueros, jingling indignantly into +the patio of his home, first told of carcasses slaughtered wantonly +and left to rot upon the range with only the loin and perhaps a +juicy haunch missing, their master smiled deprecatingly and waved +them back whence they came. There were cattle in plenty. What +mattered one steer, or even a fat cow, slain wastefully? Were not +thousands left?</p> +<p>But when tales reached him of cattle butchered by the hundred, +and of beef that was being sold for an atrocious price in San +Francisco, the old Spaniard was shocked into laying aside the +traditions and placing some check upon the unmannerly "gringos" who +so abused his generosity.</p> +<p>He established a camp just within the northern boundary of his +land; and there he stationed his most efficient watch-dog, Manuel +Sepulveda, with two vaqueros whose business it was to stop the +depredations.</p> +<p>Meat for all who asked for meat, paid they in gold or in +gratitude—that was their "patron's" order. But they must ask. +And the vaqueros rode diligently from bay to mountain slopes, and +each day their hatred of the Americanos grew deeper, as they +watched over the herds of their loved patron, that the gringos +might not steal that which they might, if they were not wolves, +have for the asking.</p> +<p>The firelight in the tule-thatched hut of Manuel Sepulveda +winked facetiously at the black fog that peered in at the open +door. A night wind from the north crept up, parted the fog like a +black curtain and whispered something which set the flames +a-dancing as they listened. The fog swung back jealously to hear +what it was, and the wind went away to whisper its wonder-tale to +the trees that rustled astonishment and nodded afterward to one +another in approval, like the arrant gossips they were. The chill +curtain fell straight and heavy again before the door, so that the +firelight shone dimly through its folds; but not before Dade, +riding at random save for the trust he put in the sure homing +instinct of his horse, caught the brief gleam of light and sighed +thankfully.</p> +<p>"We'll stop with old Manuel to-night," he announced cheerfully. +"Here's his cabin, just ahead."</p> +<p>"And who's old Manuel?" asked Jack petulantly, because of the +pain in his feet and his own unpleasant memories of that day.</p> +<p>"Don Andres Picardo's head vaquero. He camps here to keep an eye +on the cattle. Some fellows from town have been butchering them +right and left and doing a big business in beef, according to all +accounts. Manuel hates gringos like centipedes, but I happened to +get on the good side of him—partly because my Spanish is as +good as his own. An Americano who has black hair and can talk +Spanish like the don himself isn't an Americano, in Manuel's +eyes."</p> +<p>While they were unsaddling under the oak tree, where the +vaqueros kept their riding gear in front of the cabin, Manuel +himself came to the door and stood squinting into the fog, while he +flapped a tortilla dexterously between his brown palms.</p> +<p>"Is it you, Valencia??" he called out in Spanish, giving the +tortilla a deft, whirling motion to even its edges.</p> +<p>Dade led the way into the zone of light, and Manuel stepped back +with a series of welcoming nods. His black eyes darted curiously to +the stranger, who, in Manuel's opinion, looked unpleasantly like a +gringo, with his coppery hair waving crisply under his sombrero, +and his eyes that were blue as the bay over there to the east. But +when Dade introduced him, Jack greeted his squat host with a smile +that was disarming in its boyish good humor, and with language as +liquidly Spanish as Manuel's best Castilian, which he reserved for +his talks with the patron on the porch when the señora and +the young señorita were by.</p> +<p>The distrust left Manuel's eyes as he trotted across the +hard-trodden dirt floor and laid the tortilla carefully upon a hot +rock, where three others crisped and curled their edges in +delectable promise of future toothsomeness.</p> +<p>He stood up and turned to Dade amiably, his knuckles pressing +lightly upon his hips that his palms might be saved immaculate for +the next little corn cake which he would presently slap into thin +symmetry.</p> +<p>"Madre de Dios!" he cried suddenly, quite forgetting the +hospitable thing he had meant to say about his supper. "You are +hurt, Señor! The blood is on your sleeve and your hand."</p> +<p>Dade looked down at his hand and laughed. "I did get a scratch. +I'll let you see what it's like."</p> +<p>"You never told me you got shot!" accused Jack sharply, from +where he had thrown himself down on a bundle of blankets covered +over with a bullock hide dressed soft as chamois.</p> +<p>"Never thought of it," retorted Dade in Spanish, out of regard +for his host.</p> +<p>"We had some trouble with the gringos," he explained to Manuel. +"There was a little shooting, and a bullet grazed my arm. It +doesn't amount to much, but I'll let you look at it."</p> +<p>"Ah, the gringos!" Manuel spat after the hated name. "The patron +is too good, too generous! They steal the cattle of the patron, +though they might have all they need for the asking. Like the green +worms upon the live oaks, they would strip the patron's herds to +the last, lean old bull that is too tough even for their wolf +teeth! Me, I should like to lasso and drag to the death every +gringo who comes sneaking in the night for the meat which tastes +sweeter when it is stolen. To-day Valencia rode down to the +bayou—"</p> +<p>While he told indignantly the tale of the latest pillage, he +bared the wounded arm. Jack got stiffly upon his swollen feet to +look. It was not a serious wound, as wounds go; a deep gash in the +bicep, where a bullet meant for Dade's heart had plowed under his +upraised arm four inches wide of its mark. It must have been +painful, though he had not once mentioned it; and a shamed flush +stung Jack's cheeks when he remembered his own complaints because +of his feet.</p> +<p>"You never told me!" he accused again, this time in the language +of his host.</p> +<p>"The Señor Hunter has the brave heart of a Spaniard, +though his blood is light," said Manuel rebukingly. "The +Señor Hunter would not cry over a bigger hurt than +this!"</p> +<p>Jack sat down again upon the bull-hide seat and dropped his face +between his palms. Old Manuel spoke truer than he knew. Dade Hunter +was made of the stuff that will suffer much for a friend and say +nothing about it, and to-day was not the first time when Jack had +all unwittingly given that friendship the test supreme.</p> +<p>Manuel carefully inspected the wound and murmured his sympathy. +He pulled a bouquet of dry herbs from where it hung in a corner, +under the low ceiling, and set a handful brewing in water, where +the coals were golden-yellow with heat. He tore a strip of linen +off Valencia's best shirt which he was saving for fiestas, and +prepared a bandage, interrupting himself now and then to dart over +and inspect the tortillas baking on the hot rock. For a fat man he +moved with extraordinary briskness, and so managed to do three +things at one time and do them all thoroughly; he washed and +dressed the wound with the herbs squeezed into a poultice, rescued +the tortillas from scorching, and spake his mind concerning the +gringos who, he declared, were despoiling this his native land. +Then he lifted certain pots and platters to the center of the hut +and cheerfully announced supper; and squatted on the floor, facing +his guests over the food.</p> +<p>"There's another thing that bothers me, Manuel," Dade announced +humorously, when they three were seated around the pot of frijoles, +the earthen pan of smoking carne-seco (which is meat flavored hotly +after the Spanish style) and a stack of the tortillas Manuel's fat +hands had created while he talked.</p> +<p>Manuel, bending a tortilla into a scoop wherewith to help +himself to the brown beans, raised his black eyes anxiously. "But +is there further hurt?" he asked, and glanced wistfully at the +tortilla before laying it down that he might minister further to +the señor.</p> +<p>"No—go on with your supper. There's a buckskin horse out +there that the gringos may say I stole. I don't want the beast; +he's about fourteen years old and he's got a Roman nose to beat +Caesar himself, and a bad eye and a wicked heart."</p> +<p>"Dios!" murmured Manuel over the list of equine shortcomings and +took a large, relieved bite of tortilla and beans. The señor +was pleased to jest with a poor vaquero, but the señor would +doubtless explain. He chewed luxuriously and waited, his black eyes +darting from this face which he knew and liked, to that strange one +of the blue eyes and the hair that was like the dullest of dull +California gold.</p> +<p>"I don't like that caballo," went on Dade, helping himself to +meat, "and so I'd hate like the deuce to be hung for stealing him; +sabe?"</p> +<p>Manuel licked a finger before he spread his hands to show how +completely he failed to understand. "But if the caballo does not +please the señor, why then did the señor +steal—"</p> +<p>"You see, I wanted to bring my partner—Señor Jack +Allen—down here with me. And he was riding the caballo, and +he couldn't get off—"</p> +<p>Manuel swore a Spanish oath politely, to please his guest who +wished to amaze him.</p> +<p>"Because he was tied on." Dade failed just there to keep a +betraying hardness out of his voice. "The Viligantes +were—going to—hang him." The last two words were cut +short off with the click of his jaws coming together.</p> +<p>Manuel thereupon swore more sincerely and spilled beans from his +tortilla scoop. He knew the ways of the Committee. Four months +ago—when the Committee was newer and more just—they had +hanged the third cousin of his half-sister's husband. It is true, +the man had killed a woman with a knife; yet Manuel's black beard +bristled when he thought of the affront to his hypothetical +kinship.</p> +<p>"I had to take the two together," Dade explained, trying with +better success to speak lightly. "And now, if I turn the buckskin +loose, he may go back—and he may not. I was +wondering—"</p> +<p>Manuel cut him short. "To-morrow I ride to town," he said. "I +will take the caballo back with me, if that pleases the +señors. I will turn him loose near the Mission, and he will +go to his stable.</p> +<p>"The señor," he added, "was very brave. <i>Madre de +Dios!</i> To run away with a prisoner of the Vigilantes! But they +will surely kill the señor for that; the taking of the +horse, that is nothing." His teeth shone briefly under his black +mustache. "One can die but once," he pointed out, and emphasized +his meaning by a swift glance at Jack, moodily nibbling the edge of +a corn cake. "But if the horse does not please the +señor—"</p> +<p>Dade caught his meaning and laughed a little over it. "The +horse," he said, "belongs to the Committee; my friend does +not."</p> +<p>"Sí, Señor—but surely that is true. +Only—" he stroked his crisp beard thoughtfully—"the +señors would better go to-morrow to the patron. There the +gringos dare not come. In this poor hut the señors may not +be safe—for we are but three poor vaqueros when all are here. +We will do our best—"</p> +<p>"Three vaqueros," declared Dade with fine diplomacy, "as brave +as the three who live here, would equal twenty of the Committee. +But we will not let it come to that."</p> +<p>Manuel took the flattery with a glimpse of white teeth and a +deprecatory wave of the hand, and himself qualified it modestly +afterward.</p> +<p>"With the knife—perhaps. But the gringos have guns which +speak fast. Still, we would do our best—"</p> +<p>"Say, if he's going back to town to-morrow," spake Jack +suddenly, from where he reclined in the shadow "why can't I write a +note to Bill Wilson and have him send down my guns? The Captain +took them away, you know; but he won't object to giving them back +now!" His voice was bitter.</p> +<p>"The rest of them might. You seem to think that when you killed +Perkins you wiped out the whole delegation—which you didn't. +What was the row about; if you don't mind telling me?"</p> +<p>"I thought you knew," said Jack quite sincerely, which proved +more than anything how absorbed he was in his own part in the +affair. He shifted his head upon his clasped hands so that his eyes +might rest upon the waning firelight, where the pot of frijoles, +set back from supper, was still steaming languidly in the hot +ashes.</p> +<p>"You started it yourself, two weeks ago," he announced +whimsically, to lighten a little the somber tale. "If you hadn't +bought that white horse from that drunken Spaniard, I'd be holding +a handful of aces and kings to-night, most likely, in Bill Wilson's +place. And my legs wouldn't be aching like the devil," he added, +reminded anew of his troubles, when he shifted his position. "It's +all your fault, bought the horse."</p> +<p>Dade grinned and bent to hold a twig in the coals, that he might +light a cigarette. "All right, I'm the guilty party. Let's have the +consequences of my evil deed," he advised, settling back on his +heels and lowering an eyelid at Manuel in behalf of this humorous +partner of his.</p> +<p>"You bought the horse and broke the Spaniard's heart and ruined +his temper. And he and Sandy had a fight, and—So," he went +on, after a two-minute break in the argument, "when I heard Swift +sneering something about Sandy, last night, I rose up in meeting +and told him and some others what I thought of 'em. I was not," he +explained, "thinking nice thoughts at the time. You see, Perkins, +since he got the lead, has gathered a mighty scaly bunch around +him, and they've been running things to suit themselves.</p> +<p>"Then, Swift and two or three others held up a boy from the +mines to-day, and I happened to see it. I interfered; fact is, I +killed a couple of them. So they arrested both of us, went through +a farce trial, and were trying to hurry me into Kingdom Come before +Bill Wilson got a rescue party together, when you come along. +That's all. They let the kid go—which was a good thing. I +don't think they'll be down here after me. In fact, I've been +thinking maybe I'd go back, in a day or so, and have it out with +them."</p> +<p>"Yes, that's about what you'd be thinking, all right," retorted +Dade unemotionally. "Sounds perfectly natural." The tone of him, +being unsympathetic, precipitated an argument which flung crisp +English sentences back and forth across the cabin. Manuel, when the +words grew strange and took on a harsh tang which to his ear meant +anger, diplomatically sought his blankets and merged into the +shadow of the corner farthest from the fire and nearest the door. +The señors were pleased to disagree; if they fought, he had +but to dodge out into the night and neutrality. The duties of +hospitality weighed hard upon Manuel during that half-hour or +so.</p> +<p>Dade's cigarette stub, flung violently into the heart of the +fire glow, seemed to Manuel a crucial point in the quarrel; he +slipped back the blankets, ready to retreat at the first lunge of +open warfare. He breathed relief, however, when Dade got up and +stretched his arms to the dried tules overhead, and laughed a lazy +surrender of the argument, if not of his opinion upon the +subject.</p> +<p>"You're surely the most ambitious trouble-hunter I ever saw," he +said, returning to his habitual humorous drawl, with the twinkle in +his eyes that went with it. "Just the same, we'll not go back to +the mine just yet. Till the dust settles, we're both better off +down here with Don Andres Picardo. I don't want to be hung for the +company I keep. Besides—"</p> +<p>"I'll bet ten ounces there's a señorita," hazarded. Jack +maliciously. "You're like Bill Wilson; but you can preach caution +till your jaws ache; you can't fool me into believing you're afraid +to go back to the mine. Is there a señorita?"</p> +<p>"You shut up and go to sleep," snapped Dade, and afterward would +not speak at all.</p> +<p>Manuel, in the shadow, frowned over the only words he +understood—Don Andres Picardo and señorita. The +señors were agreeable companions, and they were his guests. +But they were gringos, after all. And if they should presume to +lift desireful eyes to the little Señorita +Teresa—Teresita, they called her fondly who knew +her—Manuel's mustache lifted suddenly at one side at the bare +possibility.</p> +<a name="2HCH0006"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> +<center>THE VALLEY</center> +<p>In the valley of Santa Clara, which lies cradled easily between +mountains and smiles up at the sun nearly the whole year through, +Spring has a winter home, wherein she dwells contentedly while the +northern land is locked in the chill embrace of the Snow King. In +February, unless the north wind sweeps down jealously and stays her +hand, she flings a golden brocade of poppies over the green +hillsides and the lower slopes which the forest has left her. Time +was when she spread a deep-piled carpet of mustard over the floor +of the valley as well, and watched smiling while it grew thicker +and higher and the lemon-yellow blossoms vied with the orange of +the poppies, until the two set all the valley aglow.</p> +<p>Now it was March, and the hillsides were ablaze with the +poppies, and the valley floor was soft green and yellow to the +knees; with the great live oaks standing grouped in stately calm, +like a herd of gigantic, green elephants scattered over their +feeding-ground and finding the peace of repletion with the coming +of the sun.</p> +<p>The cabin of Manuel squatted upon a little rise of ground at the +head of the valley. When Jack stood in the doorway and looked down +upon the green sweep of grazing ground with the hills behind, and +farther away another range facing him, he owned to himself that it +was good to be there. The squalidness of the town he had left so +tumultuously struck upon his memory nauseatingly.</p> +<p>Spring was here in the valley, even though the mountains shone +white beyond. A wind had come out of the south and driven the fog +back to the bay, and the sun shone warmly down upon the land. Two +robins sang exultantly in the higher branches of the oak, where +they had breakfasted satisfyingly upon the first of the little, +green worms that gave early promise of being a pest until such time +as they stiffened and clung inertly, waiting for the dainty, gray +wings to grow and set them aflutter over the tree upon which they +had fed. One of them dropped upon Jack's arm while he stood there +and crawled aimlessly from the barren buckskin to his wrist. He +flung it off mechanically. Spring was here of a truth; in the town +he had not noticed her coming.</p> +<p>"You're right, Dade," he declared suddenly, over his shoulder. +"This beats getting up at noon and going through the motions of +living for twelve or fourteen hours in town. I believe I'll have +Manuel get me a riding outfit, if he will. Maybe I'll take you up +on that rodeo proposition. Reckon your old don will give me a +job?"</p> +<p>"Won't cost a peso to find out," said Dade, coming out and +standing beside him in the sun. "I've been talking to Manuel, and +he thinks we'd better pull out right away. Valencia's got an extra +saddle here, and Manuel says he'll catch a horse for you."</p> +<p>"I believe I'll send a letter to Bill," proposed Jack. "He'll +give Manuel enough dust to buy what I need; and I ought to let him +know how we made out, anyway."</p> +<p>A blank leaf from the little memorandum book he always carried, +and a bullet for pencil—perforce, the note was brief; but it +told what he wanted: gold to buy a riding outfit, his pistols which +Perkins had taken from him, and news of Bill's well-being. When the +paper would hold no more and hold it legibly, he folded it +carefully so that it would not smudge, and gave it to his host.</p> +<p>"What if the Committee catches you with that buckskin, Manuel?" +he asked abruptly. The risk Manuel would run had not before +occurred to him. "Dade he's liable to get into trouble, if they +catch him with that horse; let's turn the darned thing loose."</p> +<p>"Me, I shall not ride where the gringos will see me," broke in +Manuel briskly. "The señors need not be alarmed. I shall +keep away from El Camino Real. At the Mission I will buy what the +señor desires, and I will bring it to him at the +hacienda."</p> +<p>"Get the best they've got," Jack adjured him. "An outfit better +than Dade's, if you can find one. Bill Wilson has got about twelve +hundred dollars of mine; get the best if it cleans the sack." He +grinned at Dade. "If you're going to bully me into turning vaquero +again, I'm going to have the fun of riding in style, anyway. You've +set the pace, you know. I never saw you so gaudy. Er—what did +you say her name is?"</p> +<p>"I didn't say."</p> +<p>"Must be serious. Too bad." Jack shook his head dolefully. "Say, +Manuel, do you know a good riata, when you see one lying around +loose?"</p> +<p>"Sí, Señor. Me, I have braided the riatas and +bridles since I was so high." From the height of his measuring hand +from the beaten clay beneath the oak, he proclaimed himself an +infant prodigy; but Jack did not happen to be looking at him and so +remained unamazed.</p> +<p>"Well, you ought to know something about them. Get the best +riata you can find. I leave it to your judgment."</p> +<p>"Sí, Señor. To-morrow I will bring them to you." +He hesitated, his eyes dwelling curiously upon the coppery hair of +this stranger, whose presence he was not quite sure that he did not +resent vaguely. Dade he had come to accept as a man whose innate +kindliness, which was as much a part of him as the blood in his +veins, wiped out any stain of alien birth; but this blue-eyed +one—"The señor himself is perhaps a judge of riatas?" +he insinuated, politely veiling the quick jealousy of his +nature.</p> +<p>"We-el-l—you bring me one ready to fall all to pieces, and +I reckon I could tell it was poor, after it had stranded."</p> +<p>Dade laughed. "Judge of riatas? You wait till you see him with +one in his hand!"</p> +<p>Manuel's teeth shone briefly, but the smile did not come from +his heart. "Me, I shall surely bring the señor a riata +worthy even of his skill," he declared sententiously, as he walked +away with his bridle slung over his arm and his back very +straight.</p> +<p>"That sounded sarcastic," commented Jack, looking after him. +"What's the matter? Is the old fellow jealous?" Dade flicked his +cigarette against the trunk of the oak to remove the white crown of +ashes, and shook his head. "What of?" he asked bluntly. "Half your +trouble, Jack, comes from looking for it. Manuel's a fine old +fellow. I stayed a few days with him here when I first left town, +and rode around with him. He's straight as the road to heaven, and +I never heard him brag about anything, except the goodness of his +'patron,' and the things some of his friends can do. I'll have to +ask you to saddle up for me, Jack; this arm of mine's pretty stiff +and sore this morning. Watch how Surry's trained! You wouldn't +believe some of the things he'll do."</p> +<p>He turned towards the horse, feeding knee-deep in grass and +young mustard in the opening farther down the slope, and whistled a +long, high note. The white head went up with a fling of the heavy +mane, to perk ears forward at the sound. Then he turned and came +towards them at a long, swinging walk that was a joy to behold.</p> +<p>"Do you know, I hate the way nature's trimmed down the life of a +horse to a few measly years," said Dade. "A good horse you can love +like a human—and fifteen years is about as long as he can +expect to live and amount to anything. Surry's four now, by his +teeth. In fifteen years I'll still be at my best; I'll want that +horse like the very devil; and he'll be dead of old age, if he +lasts that long. And a turtle," he added resentfully after a pause, +"lives hundreds of years, just because the darned things aren't any +good on earth!"</p> +<p>"Trade him for a camel," drawled Jack unsympathetically. +"They're more durable."</p> +<p>"Watch him come, now!" Dade gave three short, shrill whistles, +and with a toss of head by way of answer, Surry came tearing up the +slope, straight for his master. The shadow of the oak was all about +him when he planted his front feet stiffly and stopped; flared his +nostrils in a snort and, because Dade waved his hand to the right, +wheeled that way, circled the oak at a pace which set his body +aslant and stopped again quite as suddenly as before. Dade held out +his hand, and Surry came up and rubbed the palm playfully with his +soft muzzle.</p> +<p>"For a camel, did you say?" Dade grinned triumphantly at the +other over the sleek back of his pet.</p> +<p>"What'll you take for him?"</p> +<p>Dade pulled the heavy forelock straight with fingers that +caressed with every touch. "José Pacheco asked me that, and +I came pretty near hitting him. I don't reckon I'll ever be drunk +enough to name a price. But I might—"</p> +<p>Jack glanced at him, and saw that his lips were half parted in a +smile born of some fancy of his own, and that his eyes were seeing +dreams. Jack stared for a full minute before Dade's thoughts jerked +back to his surroundings. Dade was not a dreamer; or if he were, +Jack had never had occasion to suspect him of it, and he wondered a +little what it was that had sent Dade into dreams at that hour of +the morning. But Manuel was returning, riding one pony and leading +another; so Jack threw away his cigarette stub and picked up the +saddle blanket.</p> +<p>Manuel came up and saddled his mount silently, his deft fingers +working mechanically while his black eyes stole sidelong looks at +Jack saddling Surry, as if he would measure the man anew. While he +was anathematizing the buckskin in language for which he would need +to do a penance later on, if he confessed the blasphemy to the +padre, Jack threw Valencia's saddle upon the little sorrel pony +Manuel had led up for him to ride.</p> +<p>"Truly one would not like to die for having stolen such a +beast," stated Manuel earnestly, knotting a macarte around the neck +of the buckskin. "He is only fit to carry men to hangings. Come, +accursed one! The Vigilantes are weeping for one so like +themselves. Adios, Señors!"</p> +<p>He rode away, still heaping opprobrium upon the reluctant +buckskin, and speedily he disappeared behind a clump of willows +clothed in the pale green of new leaves.</p> +<p>Dade dropped the bullock hide which served for a door, to +signify that the master of the house was absent. Though the old +don's cattle might be butchered under his very nose, Manuel's few +belongings would not be molested, though only the dingy brown hide +of a bull long since gone the way of all flesh barred the way; a +week, one month or six the hut would stand inviolate from +despoliation; for such was the unwritten law of a land where life +was held cheaper than the things necessary to preserve life.</p> +<p>On such a morning, when the air was like summer and all the +birds were rehearsing most industriously their parts in the opening +chorus with which Spring meant to celebrate her return to the +northern land, a ride down the valley was pure joy to any man whose +soul was tuned in harmony with the great outdoors; and trouble +lagged and could not keep pace with the riders.</p> +<p>Half-way down, they met Valencia, a slim young Spaniard with one +of those amazing smiles that was like a flash of sunlight, what +with his perfect teeth, his eyes that could almost laugh out loud, +and a sunny soul behind them. Valencia, having an appetite for +acquiring wisdom of various kinds and qualities, knew some English +and was not averse to making strangers aware of the +accomplishment.</p> +<p>Therefore, when the two greeted him in Spanish, he calmly +replied: "Hello, pardner," and pulled up for a smoke.</p> +<p>"How you feel for my dam-close call to-morrow?" he wanted to +know of Jack, when he learned his name.</p> +<p>"Pretty well. How did you know—?" began Jack, but the +other cut him short.</p> +<p>"José, she heard on town. The patron, she's worry leetle. +She's 'fraid for Señor Hunter be keel. Me, I ride to find +for-sure." Valencia dropped his match, and leaned negligently from +the saddle and picked it out of the grass, his eyes stealing a look +at the stranger as he came up.</p> +<p>"Good work," commented Jack under his breath to Dade. But +Valencia's ears were keen for praise; he heard, and from that +moment he was Jack's friend.</p> +<p>"I borrowed your saddle, Valencia," Jack announced, meaning to +promise a speedy return of it.</p> +<p>"Not my saddle; yours and mine, amigo," amended Valencia quite +simply and sincerely. "Mine, she's yours also. You keep him." While +he smoked the little, corn-husk cigarette, he eyed with admiration +the copper-red hair upon which Manuel had looked with disfavor.</p> +<p>Before they rode on and left him, his friendliness had stamped +an agreeable impression upon Jack's consciousness. He looked back +approvingly at the sombreroed head bobbing along behind a clump of +young manzanita just making ready to bloom daintily.</p> +<p>"I like that vaquero," he stated emphatically. "He's worth two +of Manuel, to my notion."</p> +<p>"Valencia? He's not half the man old Manuel is. He gambles worse +than an Injun, and never has anything more than his riding outfit +and the clothes on his back, they tell me. And he fights like a +catamount when the notion strikes him; and it doesn't seem to make +much difference whether he's got an excuse or not. He's a good deal +like you, in that respect," he added, with that perfect frankness +which true friendship affects as a special privilege earned by its +loyalty.</p> +<p>"Manuel's got tricky eyes," countered Jack. "He's the kind of +Spaniard that will 'Sí, Señor,' while he's hitching +his knife loose to get you in the back. I know the breed; I lived +amongst 'em before I ever saw you. Valencia's the kind I'd tie +to."</p> +<p>"And I was working with 'em when you were saying 'pitty horsey!' +My first job was with a Spanish outfit. A Mexican majordomo licked +me into shape when I was sweet sixteen. And," he clinched the +argument mercilessly, "I was sixteen and drawing a man's pay on +rodeo when you wore your pants buttoned on to your waist!"</p> +<p>"And you don't know anything yet!" Jack came back at him. +Whereat they laughed and called a truce, which was the way of +them.</p> +<a name="2HCH0007"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> +<center>THE LORD OF THE VALLEY</center> +<p>Scattered, grazing herds of wild, long-horned cattle that ran +from their approach gave place to feeding mustangs with the mark of +the saddle upon them. Later, an adobe wall confronted them; and +this they followed through a grove of great live oaks and up a +grassy slope beyond, to where the long, low adobe house sat solidly +upon a natural terrace, with the valley lying before and the hills +at its back; a wide-armed, wide-porched, red-roofed adobe such as +the Spanish aristocracy loved to build for themselves. The sun +shone warmly upon the great, latticed porch, screened by the +passion vines that hid one end completely from view. To the left, a +wing stretched out generously, with windows curtained primly with +some white stuff that flapped desultorily in the fitful breeze from +the south. At the right, so close that they came near being a part +of the main structure and helped to give the general effect of a +hollow, open-sided square, stood a row of small adobe huts; two of +them were tiled like the house, and the last, at the outer end, was +thatched with tules.</p> +<p>Into the immaculate patio thus formed before the porch, Dade led +the way boldly, as one sure of his welcome. Behind the vines a +girl's voice, speaking rapidly and softly with a laugh running all +through the tones, hushed as suddenly as does a wild bird's twitter +when strange steps approach. And just as suddenly did Dade's +nostrils flare with the quick breath he drew; for tones, if one +listens understandingly, may tell a great deal. Even Jack knew +instinctively that a young man sat with the girl behind the +vines.</p> +<p>After the hush they heard the faint swish of feminine movement. +She came and stood demurely at the top of the wide steps, a little +hoop overflowing soft, white embroidered stuff in her hands.</p> +<p>"Welcome home, Señor Hunter," she said, and made him a +courtesy that was one-third politeness and the rest pure mockery. +"My father will be relieved in his mind when he sees you. I think +he slept badly last night on your account."</p> +<p>Wistfulness was in Dade's eyes when he looked at her; as though +he wanted to ask if she also were relieved at seeing him. But there +was the man behind the lattice where the vines were thickest; the +man who was young and whom she had found a pleasant companion. Also +there was Jack, who was staring with perfect frankness, his eyes a +full shade darker as he looked at her. And there was the peon +scampering barefooted across from one of the huts to take their +horses. Dade therefore confined himself to conventional +phrases.</p> +<p>"Señorita, let me present to you my friend, Jack Allen," +he said. "Jack, this is the Señorita Teresa Picardo."</p> +<p>His nostrils widened again when he looked casually at Jack; for +Jack's sombrero was swept down to his knees in salute—though +it was not that; it was the look in his face that sent Dade's +glance seeking Teresita's eyes for answer.</p> +<p>But Teresita only showed him how effectively black lashes +contrast with the faint flush of cheeks just hinting at dimples, +and he got no answer there.</p> +<p>She made another little courtesy, lifting her lashes +unexpectedly for a swift glance at Jack, as he dismounted hastily +and went up two steps, his hand outstretched to her.</p> +<p>"We Americanos like to shake hands upon a new friendship," he +said boldly.</p> +<p>The señorita laughed a little, changed her embroidery +hoop from her right hand to her left, laid her fingers in his palm, +blushed when his hand closed upon them eagerly, and laughed again +when her gold thimble slipped and rolled tinkling down the +steps.</p> +<p>Dade picked the thimble out of a matted corner of a violet bed, +and returned it to her unsmilingly; got a flash of her eyes and a +little nod for his reward, and stood back, waiting her further +pleasure.</p> +<p>"You have had adventures, Señor, since yesterday +morning," she said to him lightly. "Truly, you Americanos do very +wonderful things! José, here is Señor Hunter and his +friend whom he stole away from the Vigilantes yesterday! Did you +have the invisible cap, Señor? It was truly a miracle such +as the padres tell of, that the blessed saints performed in the +books. José told us what he heard—but when I have +called my mother, you yourself must tell us every little bit of +it."</p> +<p>While she was talking she was also pulling forward two of the +easiest chairs, playing the hostess prettily and stealing a +lash-hidden glance now and then at the tall señor with such +blue eyes and hair the like of which she had never seen, and the +mouth curved like the lips of a woman.</p> +<p>The young man whom she addressed as José rose negligently +and greeted them punctiliously; seated himself again, picked up a +guitar and strummed a minor chord lazily.</p> +<p>"Don Andres is busy at the corrals," José volunteered, +when the girl had gone. "He will return soon. You had a +disagreeable experience, Señor? One of my vaqueros heard the +story in town. There was a rumor that the Vigilantes were sending +out parties to search for you when Carlos started home. +Señor Allen is lucky to get off so easily."</p> +<p>Jack held a match unlighted in his fingers while he studied the +face of José. The tone of him had jarred, but his features +were wiped clean of any expression save faint boredom; and his +fingers, plucking a plaintive fragment of a fandango from the +strings, belied the sarcasm Jack had suspected. Don Andres himself, +at that moment coming eagerly across from the hut at the end of the +row, saved the necessity of replying.</p> +<p>"Welcome home, amigo mio!" cried the don, hurrying up the steps, +sombrero in hand. "Never has sight of a horse pleased me as when +Diego led yours to the stable. Thrice welcome—since you bring +your friend to honor my poor household with his presence."</p> +<p>No need to measure guardedly those tones, or that manner. Don +Andres Picardo was as clean, as honest, and as kindly as the +sunshine that mellowed the dim distances behind him. The two came +to their feet unconsciously and received his handclasp with inner +humility. Don Andres held Dade's hand a shade longer than the most +gracious hospitality demanded, while his eyes dwelt solicitously +upon his face, browned near to the shade of a native son of those +western slopes.</p> +<p>"I heard of your brave deed, Señor—of how you rode +into the midst of the Vigilantes and snatched your friend from +under the very shadow of the oak. I did not hear that you escaped +their vengeance afterwards, and I feared greatly lest harm had +befallen you. Dios! It was gallantly done, like a knight of olden +times—"</p> +<p>"Oh, no. I didn't rescue any lady, Don Andres. Just +Jack—and he was in a fair way to rescue himself, by the way. +It wasn't anything much, but I suppose the story did grow pretty +big by the time it got to you."</p> +<p>"And does your friend also call it a little thing?" The don +turned quizzically to Jack.</p> +<p>"He does not," Jack returned promptly, although his ears were +listening attentively for a nearer approach of the girl-voice he +heard within the house. "He calls it one of the big things Dade is +always doing for his friends." He dropped a hand on Dade's shoulder +and shook him with an affectionate make-believe of disfavor. "He's +always risking his valuable neck to save my worthless one, Don +Andres. He means well, but he doesn't know any better. He packed me +out of a nest of Indians once, just as foolishly; we were coming +out from Texas at the time. You'd be amazed at some of the things I +could tell you about him—"</p> +<p>"And about himself, if he would," drawled Dade. "If he ever +tells you about the Indian scrape, Don Andres, ask him how he +happened to get into the nest. As to yesterday, perhaps you heard +how it came that Jack got so close to the oak!"</p> +<p>"No—I heard merely of the danger you were in. +José's head vaquero was in town when the Vigilantes returned +with their Captain and those others, and there were many rumors. +This morning I sent Valencia to learn the truth, and if you were in +danger—Perhaps I could have done little, but I should have +tried to save you," he added simply. "I should not like a clash +with the gringos—pardon, Señors; I speak of the class +whom you also despise."</p> +<p>José laughed and swept the strings harshly with his +thumb. "The clash will come, Don Andres, whether you like it or +not," he said. "This morning I saw one more unasked tenant on your +meadow, near the grove of alders. What they call a 'prairie +schooner.' A big, red-topped hombre, and his woman—gringos of +the class I despise; which includes"—again he flung his thumb +across the guitar string—"all gringos!"</p> +<p>Jack's lips opened for hot answer, but Don Andres forestalled +him quietly.</p> +<p>"One more tenant does not harm me, José. When the +American government puts its seal upon the seal of Spain and +restores my land to me, these unasked tenants will go the way they +came. There will be no clash." But he sighed even while he made the +statement, as if the subject were neither new nor pleasant to dwell +upon.</p> +<p>"Why," demanded José bitterly, "should the Americanos +presume to question our right to our land? You and my father made +the valley what it is; your shiploads of hides and tallow that you +sent from Yerba Buena made the town prosper, and called adventurers +this way; and now they steal your cattle and lands, and their +government is the biggest thief of all, for it tells them to steal +more. They will make you poor, Don Andres, while you wait for them +to be just. No, I permit no 'prairie schooner' to stop, even that +their oxen may drink. My vaqueros ride beside them till they have +crossed the boundary. You, Don Andres, if you would permit your +vaqueros to do likewise, instead of shaking hands with the gringos +and bidding them welcome—"</p> +<p>"But I do not permit it; nor do I seek counsel from the children +I have tossed on my foot to the tune of a nursery rhyme." He shook +his white-crowned head reprovingly. "He was always screaming at his +duenna, one child that I recollect," he smiled.</p> +<p>"Art thou scolding José again, my Andres? He loves to +play that thou and Teresita are children still, José; it +serves to beguile him into forgetting the years upon his head! +Welcome, Señors. Teresita but told me this moment that you +had come. She is bringing the wine—"</p> +<p>On their feet they greeted the Señora Picardo. Like the +don, her husband, honest friendliness was in her voice, her smile, +the warm clasp of her plump hand. The sort of woman who will mother +you at sight, was the señora. Purple silk—hastily put +on for the guests, one might suspect—clothed her royally. +Golden hoops hung from her ears, a diamond brooch held together the +lace beneath her cushiony chin; a comfortable woman who smiled +much, talked much and worried more lest she leave some little thing +undone for those about her.</p> +<p>"And this is the poor señor who was in such dreadful +danger!" she went on commiseratingly. "Ah, the wicked times that +have come upon us! Presently we shall fear to sleep in our +beds—Señor Hunter, you have been hurt! The mark of +blood is on your sleeve, the stain is on your side! A-ah, my poor +friend! Come instantly and I will—"</p> +<p>"Gracias, Señora; it is nothing. Besides, Manuel put on a +poultice of herbs. It's only a scratch, but it bled a little while +I rode to the hut of Manuel." If blushes could have shown through +the tan, Dade might have looked as uncomfortable as he felt at that +moment.</p> +<p>The señorita was already in the doorway, convoying a +sloe-eyed maid who bore wine and glasses upon a tray of beaten +silver; and the smile of the señorita was disturbing to a +degree, brief though it was.</p> +<p>Behind the wine came cakes, and the señorita pointed +tragically to the silver dish that held them. "Madre mia, those +terrible children of Margarita have stolen half the cakes! I ran +after them in the orchard—but they swallow fast, those +niños! Now the señors must starve!"</p> +<p>Up went the hand of the señora in dismay, and down went +the head of the señorita to hide how she was biting the +laughter from her lips. "I ran," she murmured pathetically, "and I +caught Angelo—but at that moment he popped the cake into his +mouth and it was gone! Then I ran after Maria—and she +swallowed—"</p> +<p>"Teresita mia! The señors will think—" What they +would think she did not stipulate, but her eyes implored them to +judge leniently the irrepressibility of her beautiful one. There +were cakes sufficient—a hasty glance reassured her upon that +point—and Teresita was in one of her mischievous moods. The +mother who had reared her sighed resignedly and poured the wine +into the small glasses with a quaint design cut into their sides, +perfectly unconscious of the good the little diversion had +done.</p> +<p>For a half-hour there was peaceful converse; of the adventure +which had brought the two gringos to the ranch as to a sanctuary, +of the land which lay before them, and of the unsettled conditions +that filled the days with violence.</p> +<p>José still strummed softly upon the guitar, a pleasant +undertone to the voices. And because he said very little, he saw +and thought the more; seeing glances and smiles between a strange +man and the maid whom he loved desirefully, bred the thought which +culminated in a sudden burst of speech against the gringos who had +come into the peaceful land and brought with them strife. Who stole +the cattle of the natives, calmly appropriated the choicest bits of +valley land without so much as a by-your-leave, and who treated the +rightful owners with contempt and as though they had no right to +live in the valley where they were born.</p> +<p>"Last week," he went on hotly, "an evil gringo with the clay of +his burrowings still upon his garments cursed me and called me +greaser because I did not give him all the road for his burro. I, +José Pacheco! They had better have a care, or the 'greasers' +will drive them back whence they came, like the cattle they are. +When I, a don, must give the road to a gringo lower than the peons +whom I flog for less impertinence, it is time we ceased taking them +by the hand as though they were our equals!" His eyes went +accusingly to the face of the girl.</p> +<p>She flung up her head and met the challenge in her own way, +which was with the knife-thrust of her light laughter. "Ah, the +poor Americanos! Not the prayers of all the padres can save them +from the blackness of their fate, since Don José Pacheco +frowns and will not take their hand in friendship! How they will +gnash the teeth when they hear the terrible +tidings—José Pacheco, don and son of a don, will have +none of them, nor will he give way to their poor burros on the +highway!" She shook her head as she had done over the tragedy of +the little cakes. "Pobre gringos! Pobre gringos!" she murmured +mockingly.</p> +<p>"Children, have done!" The hand of the señora went +chidingly to the shoulder of her incorrigible daughter. "This is +foolish and unseemly—though all thy quarreling is that, the +saints know well. Our guests are Americanos; our guests, who are +our friends," she stated gently, looking at José. "Not all +Spaniards are good, José; not all gringos are bad. They are +as we are, good and bad together. Speak not like a child, amigo +mio."</p> +<p>The guitar which José flung down upon a broad stool +beside him hummed resonant accompaniment to his footsteps as he +left the veranda. "Thy house, Señora, has been as my +mother's house since I can remember. Until thy gringo guests have +made room for me, I leave it!"</p> +<p>"Señor Allen, would you like to see my birds?" invited +Teresita wickedly, her glance flicking scornfully the reproachful +face of José, as he turned it towards her, and dwelling with +a smile upon Jack.</p> +<p>"Wicked one!" murmured the señora, in her heart more than +half approving the discipline.</p> +<p>José had humiliation as well as much bitterness to carry +away with him; for he saw the señor with the bright blue +eyes follow gladly the laughing Teresita to her rose garden, and as +he went jingling across the patio without waiting to summon a peon +to bring him his horse, he heard the voice of Don Andres making +apology to Dade for the rudeness of him, José.</p> +<a name="2HCH0008"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> +<center>DON ANDRES WANTS A MAJORDOMO</center> +<p>"Señor, those things which you desired that I should +bring, I have brought. All is of the best. Also have I brought a +letter from the Señor Weelson, and what remains of the gold +the señor will find laid carefully in the midst of his +clothing. So I have done all as it would have been done for the +patron himself." In the downward sweep of Manuel's sombrero one +might read that peculiar quality of irony which dislike loves to +inject into formal courtesy.</p> +<p>Behind Manuel waited a peon burdened with elegant riding gear +and a bundle of clothing, and a gesture brought him forward to +deposit his load upon the porch before the gringo guest, whose +"Gracias" Manuel waved into nothingness; as did the quick shrug +disdain the little bag of gold which Jack drew from his pocket and +would have tossed to Manuel for reward.</p> +<p>"It was nothing," he smiled remotely; and went his way to find +the patron and deliver to him a message from a friend.</p> +<p>Behind Jack came the click of slipper-heels upon the hardwood; +and he turned from staring, puzzled, after the stiff-necked Manuel, +and gave the girl a smile such as a man reserves for the woman who +has entered into his dreams.</p> +<p>"Santa Maria, what elegance! Now will the señor ride in +splendor that will dazzle the eyes to look upon!" Teresita +bantered, poking a slipper-toe tentatively towards the saddle, and +clasping her hands in mock rapture. "On every corner, silver +crescents; on the tapideros, silver stars bigger than Venus; riding +behind the cantle, a whole milky way; José will surely go +mad with rage when he sees. Stars has José, but no moon to +bear him company when he rides. Surely the cattle will fall upon +their knees when the señor draws near!"</p> +<p>"Shall we ride out and put them to the test?" he asked +wishfully, shaking out the bridle to show the beautiful design of +silver inlaid upon the leather cheek-piece, and stooping to adjust +a big-roweled, silver-incrusted spur upon his boot-heel. "Manuel +does exactly as he is told. I said he was to get the best he could +find—"</p> +<p>"And so no vaquero in the valley will be so gorgeous—" She +broke off suddenly to sing in lilting Spanish a fragment of some +old song that told of the lilies of the field that "Toil not, +neither do they spin."</p> +<p>"That is not kind. I may not spin, but I toil—I leave it +to Dade if I don't." This last, because he caught sight of Dade +coming across from the row of huts, which was a short cut up from +the corrals. "And I can show you the remains of blisters—" He +held out a very nice appearing palm towards her, and looked his +fill at her pretty face, while she bent her brows and inspected the +hand with the gravity that threatened to break at any instant into +laughter.</p> +<p>That sickening grip in the chest which is a real, physical pain, +though the hurt be given to the soul of a man, slowed Dade's steps +to a lagging advance towards the tableau the two made on the steps. +So had the señorita sent him dizzy with desire (and with +hope to brighten it) in the two weeks and more that he had been the +honored guest. So had she laughed and teased him and mocked him; +and he had believed that to him alone would she show the sweet +whimsies of her nature. But from the moment when he laid her gold +thimble in her waiting hand and got no reward save an absent little +nod of thanks, the dull ache had been growing in his heart. He knew +what it was that had sent José off in that headlong rage +against all gringos; though two days before he would have said that +José's jealousy was for him, and with good reason. There had +been glances between those two who stood now so close +together—swift measuring of the weapons which sex uses +against sex, with quick smiles when the glances chanced to meet. +José also had seen the byplay; and the fire had smoldered in +his eyes until at last it kindled into flame and drove him cursing +from the place. In his heart Dade could not blame José.</p> +<p>Forgotten while Teresita held back with one hand a black lock +which the wind was trying to fling across her eyes, and murmured +mocking commiseration over the half obliterated callouses on Jack's +hand, Dade loitered across the patio, remembering many things whose +very sweetness made the present hurt more bitter. He might have +known it would be like this, he told himself sternly; but life +during the past two weeks had been too sweet for forebodings or for +precaution. He had wanted Jack to see and admire Teresita, with the +same impulse that would have made him want to show Jack any other +treasure which Chance held out to him while Hope smiled over her +shoulder and whispered that it was his.</p> +<p>Well, Jack had seen her, and Jack surely admired her; and the +grim humor of Dade's plight struck through the ache and made him +laugh, even though his jaws immediately went together with a click +of teeth and cut the laugh short. He might have known—but he +was not the sort of man who stands guard against friend and foe +alike.</p> +<p>And, he owned to himself, Jack was unconscious of any hurt for +his friend in this rather transparent wooing. A little thought +would have enlightened him, perhaps, or a little observation; but +Dade could not blame Jack for not seeking for some obstacle in the +path of his desires.</p> +<p>"She says I'm lazy and got these callouses grabbing the soft +snaps last summer in the mines," Jack called lightly, when finally +it occurred to him that the world held more than two persons. "I'm +always getting the worst of it when you and I are compared. But I +believe I've got the best of you on riding outfit, old man. Take a +look at that saddle, will you! And these spurs! And this bridle! +The señorita says the cattle will fall on their knees when I +ride past; we're going to take a gallop and find out. Want to come +along?"</p> +<p>"Arrogant one! The señorita did not agree to that ride! +The señorita has something better to do than bask in the +glory of so gorgeous a señor while he indulges his +vanity—and frightens the poor cattle so that, if they yield +their hides at killing time, there will be little tallow for the +ships to carry away!"</p> +<p>The Señorita Teresita would surely never be guilty of a +conscious lowering of one eyelid to point her raillery, but the +little twist she gave to her lips when she looked at Dade offered a +fair substitute; and the flirt of her silken skirts as she turned +to run back into the house was sufficient excuse for any imbecility +in a man.</p> +<p>Jack looked after her with some chagrin. "The little minx! A man +might as well put up his hands when he hears her coming—huh? +Unless he's absolutely woman-proof, like you. How do you manage it, +anyway?"</p> +<p>"By taking a squint at myself in the looking-glass every +morning." Dade's face managed to wrinkle humorously. "H-m. You are +pretty gorgeous, for a fact. Where's the riata?"</p> +<p>Jack had forgotten that he had ever wanted one. He lifted the +heavy, high-cantled saddle, flung it down upon the other side and +untied the new coil of braided rawhide from its place on the right +fork.</p> +<p>"A six-strand, eh? I could tell Manuel a few things about +riatas, if he calls that the best! Four strands are stronger than +six, any time. I've seen too many stranded—"</p> +<p>"The señor is not pleased with the riata?"</p> +<p>Manuel, following Don Andres across to the veranda, had caught +the gesture and tone; and while his knowledge of English was +extremely sketchy, he knew six and four when he heard those +numerals mentioned, and the rest was easy guessing.</p> +<p>"The four strands are good, but the six are better—when +Joaquin Murieta lays the strands. From the hide of a very old bull +was this riata cut; perhaps the señor is aware that the hide +is thus of the same thickness throughout and strong as the bull +that grew it. Not one strand is laid tighter than the other strand; +the wildest bull in the valley could not break it—if the +señor should please to catch him! Me, I could have bought +three riatas for the gold I gave for this one; but the señor +told me to get the best." His shoulders went up an inch, though Don +Andres was frowning at the tone of him. "The señor can +return it to the Mission and get the three, or he can exchange it +with any vaquero in the valley for one which has four strands. I am +very sorry that the señor is not pleased with my +choice."</p> +<p>"You needn't be sorry. It's a very pretty riata, and I have no +doubt it will do all I ask of it. The saddle's a beauty, and the +bridle and spurs—I'm a thousand times obliged."</p> +<p>"It is nothing and less than nothing," disclaimed Manuel once +more; and went in to ask the señora for a most palatable +decoction whose chief ingredient was blackberry wine, which the +señora recommended to all and sundry for various ailments. +Though Manuel, the deceitful one, had no ailment, he did have a +keen appreciation of the flavour of the cordial, and his medicine +bottle was never long empty—or full—if he could help +it.</p> +<p>A moment later Jack, hearing a human, feminine twitter from the +direction of the rose garden, left off examining pridefully his +belongings, and bolted without apology, after his usual headlong +fashion.</p> +<p>Don Andres sat him down in an easy-chair in the sun, and sighed +as he did so. "He is hot-tempered, that vaquero," he said +regretfully, his mind upon Manuel. "Something has stirred his +blood; surely your friend has done nothing to offend him?"</p> +<p>"Nothing except remark that he has always liked a four-strand +riata better than six. At the hut he was friendly enough."</p> +<p>"He is not the only one whose anger is easily stirred against +the gringos," remarked the don, reaching mechanically for his +tobacco pouch, while he watched Dade absently examining the new +riata.</p> +<p>"Señor Hunter," Don Andres began suddenly, "have you +decided what you will do? Your mine in the mountains—it will +be foolish to return there while the hands of the Vigilantes are +reaching out to clutch you; do you not think so? More of the tale I +have heard from Valencia, who returned with Manuel. Those men who +died at the hand of your friend—and died justly, I am +convinced—had friends who would give much for close sight of +you both."</p> +<p>"I know; I told Jack we'd have to keep away from town or the +mine for a while. He wanted to go right back and finish up the +fight!" Dade grinned at the absurdity. "I sat down hard on that +proposition." Not that phrase, exactly, did he use. One may be +pardoned a free translation, since, though he spoke in excellent +Spanish, he did not twist his sentences like a native, and he was +not averse to making use of certain idioms quite as striking in +their way as our own Americanisms.</p> +<p>Don Andres rolled a cigarette and smoked it thoughtfully. "You +were wise. Also, I bear in mind your statement that you could not +long be content to remain my guest. Terribly independent and +energetic are you Americanos." He smoked through another pause, +while Dade's puzzled glance dwelt secretly upon his face and tried +to read what lay in his mind. It seemed to him that the don was +working his way carefully up to a polite hint that the visit might +be agreeably terminated; and his uneasy thoughts went to the girl. +Did her father resent—</p> +<p>"My majordomo," the don continued, just in time to hold back +Dade's hasty assurance that they would leave immediately, "my +majordomo does not please me. Many faults might I name, sufficient +to make plain my need for another." A longer wait, as if time were +indeed infinite, and he owned it all. "Also I might name reasons +for my choice of another, who is yourself, Señor Hunter. +Perhaps in you I recognize simply the qualities which I desire my +majordomo to possess. Perhaps also I desire that some prejudiced +countrymen of mine shall be taught a lesson and made to see that +not all Americanos are unworthy. However that may be, I shall be +truly glad if you will accept. The salary we will arrange as +pleases you, and your friend will, I hope, remain in whatever +capacity you may desire. Further, when your government has given +some legal assurance that my land is mine," he smiled wrily at the +necessity for such assurance, "as much land as you Americanos call +a 'section,' choose it where you will—except that it shall +not take my house or my cultivated land—shall be yours for +the taking."</p> +<p>"But—"</p> +<p>"Not so much the offer of a position would I have you consider +it," interrupted the other with the first hint of haste he had +shown, "as a favor that I would ask. Times are changing, and we +natives are high-chested and must learn to make room for others who +are coming amongst us. To speak praises to the face of a friend is +not my habit, yet I will say that I would teach my people to +respect good men, whatever the race; and especially Americanos, who +will be our neighbors henceforth. I shall be greatly pleased when +you tell me that you will be my majordomo; more than ever one needs +a man of intelligence and tact—"</p> +<p>"And are none of our own people tactful or intelligent, Don +Andres Picardo?" demanded Manuel, having overheard the last +sentence or two from the doorway. He came out and stood before his +beloved "patron," his whole fat body quivering with amazed +indignation, so that the bottle which the señora had filled +for him shook in his hand. "Amongst the gringos must you go to find +one worthy? Truly it is as Don José tells me; these gringos +have come but to make trouble where all was peace. To-day he told +me all his thoughts, and me, I hardly believed it was as he said. +Would the patron have a majordomo who knows nothing of rodeos, +nothing of the cattle—"</p> +<p>"You're mistaken there, Manuel," Dade broke in calmly. "Whether +I become majordomo or not, I know cattle. They have a few in Texas, +where I came from. I can qualify in cowology any time. And," he +added loyally, "so can Jack. You thought he didn't know what he was +talking about, when he was looking at that riata; but I'll back him +against any man in California when it comes to riding and +roping.</p> +<p>"But that needn't make us bad friends, Manuel. I didn't come to +make trouble, and I won't stay to make any. We've been friends; +let's stay that way. I'm a gringo, all right, but I've lived more +with your people than my own, and if you want the truth, I don't +know but what I feel more at home with them. And the same with +Jack. We've eaten and slept with Spaniards and worked with them and +played with them, half our lives."</p> +<p>"Still it is as José says," reiterated Manuel stubbornly. +"Till the gringos came all was well; when they came, trouble came +also. Till the gringos came, no watch was put over the cattle, for +only those who hungered killed and ate. Now they steal the patron's +cattle by hundreds, they steal his land, and if José speaks +truly, they would steal also—" He hesitated to speak what was +on his tongue, and finished lamely: "what is more precious +still.</p> +<p>"And the patron will have a gringo for majordomo?" He returned +to the issue. "Then I, Manuel, must leave the patron's employ. I +and half the vaqueros. The patron," he added with what came close +to a sneer, "had best seek gringo vaqueros—with the clay of +the mines on their boots, and their red shirts to call the +bulls!"</p> +<p>"I shall do what it pleases me to do," declared the don sternly. +"Advice from my vaqueros I do not seek. And you," he said +haughtily, "have choice of two things; you may crave pardon for +your insolence to my guest, who is also my friend, and who will +henceforth have charge of my vaqueros and my cattle, or you may go +whither you will; to Don José Pacheco, I doubt not."</p> +<p>He leaned his white-crowned head against the high chair-back, +and while he waited for Manuel's decision he gazed calmly at the +border of red tiles which showed at the low eaves of the +porch—calmly as to features only, for his eyes held the blaze +of anger.</p> +<p>"Señors, I go." The brim of Manuel's sombrero flicked the +dust of the patio.</p> +<p>"Come, then, and I will reckon your wage," invited the don, +coldly courteous as to a stranger. "You will excuse me, +Señor? I shall not be long."</p> +<p>Dade's impulse was to protest, to intercede, to say that he and +Jack would go immediately, rather than stir up strife. But he had +served a stern apprenticeship in life, and he knew it was too late +now to put out the fires of wrath burning hotly in the hearts of +those two; however completely he might efface himself, the +resentment was too keen, the quarrel too fresh to be so easily +forgotten.</p> +<p>He was standing irresolutely on the steps when Jack came hack +from the rose garden, whistling softly an old love-song and smiling +fatuously to himself.</p> +<p>"We're going to take that ride, after all," he announced +gleefully. "Want to come along? She's going to ask her father to +come, too—says it would be terribly improper for us two to +ride alone. What's the matter? Got the toothache?"</p> +<p>Dade straightened himself automatically after the slap on the +back that was like a cuff from a she-bear, and grunted an uncivil +sentence.</p> +<p>"Come over to the saddle-house," he commanded afterward. "And +take that truck off the señora's front steps before she sees +it and has a fit. I want to talk to you."</p> +<p>"Oh, Lord!" wailed Jack, under his breath, but he shouldered the +heavy saddle obediently, leaving Dade to bring what remained. "Cut +it short, then; she's gone to dress and ask her dad; and I'm +supposed to order the horses and get you started. What's the +trouble?"</p> +<p>Dade first went over to the steps before their sleeping-room and +deposited Jack's personal belongings; and Jack seized the minute of +grace to call a peon and order the horses saddled.</p> +<p>He turned from watching proudly the glitter of the trimmings on +his new saddle as the peon bore it away on his shoulder, and +confronted Dade with a tinge of defiance in his manner.</p> +<p>"Well, what have I done now?" he challenged. "Anything +particularly damnable about talking five minutes to a girl in plain +sight of her—"</p> +<p>Dade threw out both hands in a gesture of impatience. "That +isn't the only important thing in the world," he pointed out +sarcastically. If the inner hurt served to sharpen his voice, he +did not know it. "Don Andres wants to make me his majordomo."</p> +<p>Jack's eyes bulged a little; and if Dade had not wisely +side-stepped he would have received another one of Jack's +muscle-tingling slaps on the shoulder. "Whee-ee! Say, you're +getting appreciated, at last, old man. Good for you! Give me a +job?"</p> +<p>"I'm not going to take it," said Dade. "I was going to ask you +if you want to pull out with me to-morrow."</p> +<p>Jack's jaw went slack. "Not going to take it!" He leaned against +the adobe wall behind him and stuck both hands savagely into his +pockets. "Why, you darned chump, how long ago was it that you +talked yourself black in the face, trying to make me say I'd stay? +Argued like a man trying to sell shaving soap; swore that nobody +but a born idiot would think of passing up such a chance; badgered +me into giving in; and now when you've got a chance like this, +you—Say, you're loco!"</p> +<p>"Maybe." Dade's eyes went involuntarily toward the veranda, +where Teresita appeared for an instant, looking questioningly +towards them. "Maybe I am loco. But Manuel's mad because the don +offered me the place, and has quit; and he says half the vaqueros +will leave, that they won't work under a gringo."</p> +<p>Jack's indignant eyes changed to a queer, curious stare. "Dade +Hunter! If I didn't know you, if I hadn't seen you in more tight +places than I've got fingers and toes, I'd say—But you aren't +scared; you never had sense enough to be afraid of anything in your +life. You can't choke that down me, old man. What's the real reason +why you want to leave?"</p> +<p>The real reason came again to the doorway sixty feet away and +looked out impatiently to where the señors were talking so +earnestly and privately; but Dade would have died several different +and unpleasant deaths before he would name that reason. +Instead:</p> +<p>"It will be mighty disagreeable for Don Andres, trying to keep +things smooth," he said. "And it isn't as if he were stuck for a +majordomo. Manuel has turned against me from pure jealousy. He +opened his heart, one night when we were alone together, and told +me that when Carlos Pacorra went—and Manuel said the patron +would not keep him long, for his insolence—he, Manuel, would +be majordomo. He's mad as the deuce, and I don't blame him; and +he's a good man for the place; the vaqueros like him."</p> +<p>"You say he's quit?"</p> +<p>"Yes. He got pretty nasty, and the don has gone to pay him +off."</p> +<p>"Well, what good would it do for you to turn down the offer, +then? Manuel wouldn't get it, would he?"</p> +<p>"No-o, he wouldn't."</p> +<p>"Well, then—oh, thunder! Something ought to be done for +that ingrowing modesty of yours! Dade, if you pass up that place, +I'll—I'll swear you're crazy. I know you like it, here. You +worked hard enough to convert me to that belief!"</p> +<p>A sudden thought made him draw a long breath; he reached out and +caught Dade by both shoulders.</p> +<p>"Say, you can't fool me a little bit! You're backing up because +you're afraid I may be jealous or something. You're afraid you're +standing in my light. Darn you, I've had enough of that blamed +unselfishness of yours, old man." The endearing smile lighted his +face then and his eyes. "You go ahead and take the job, Dade. I +don't want it. I'll be more than content to have you boss me +around." He hesitated, looking at the other a bit wistfully. "Of +course, you know that if you go, old boy, I'll go with you. +But—" The look he sent towards Teresita, who appeared +definitely upon the porch and stood waiting openly and impatiently, +amply finished the sentence.</p> +<p>Dade's eyes followed Jack's understandingly, and the thing he +had meant to do seemed all at once contemptible, selfish, and weak. +He had meant to leave and take Jack with him, because it hurt him +mightily to see those two falling in love with each other. The +trouble his staying might bring to Don Andres was nothing more nor +less than a subterfuge. If Teresita's smiles had continued to be +given to him as they had been before Jack came, he told himself +bitterly, he would never have thought of going. And Jack thought he +hesitated from pure unselfishness! The fingers that groped +mechanically for his tobacco, though he had no intention of smoking +just then, trembled noticeably.</p> +<p>"All right," he said quietly. "I'll stay, then." And a moment +after: "Go ask her if she wants to ride Surry. I promised her she +could, next time she rode."</p> +<a name="2HCH0009"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> +<center>JERRY SIMPSON, SQUATTER</center> +<p>The señorita, it would seem, had lost interest in the +white horse as well as in his master. That was the construction +which Dade pessimistically put upon her smiling assurance that she +could never be so selfish as to take Señor Hunter's +wonderful Surry and condemn him to some commonplace caballo; though +she gave also a better reason than that, which was that her own +horse was already saddled—witness the peon leading the animal +into the patio at that very moment—and that an exchange would +mean delay. Dade took both reasons smilingly, and mentally made a +vow with a fearsome penalty attached to the breaking of it. After +which he felt a little more of a man, with his pride to bear him +company.</p> +<p>Manuel came out from the room which Don Andres used for an +office, saluted the señorita with the air of a permanent +leave-taking, as well as a greeting, and passed the gringos with +face averted. A moment later the don followed him with the look of +one who would dismiss a distasteful business from his mind; and +entered amiably into the pleasure-seeking spirit of the ride.</p> +<p>With the March sun warm upon them when they rode out from the +wide shade of the oaks, they faced the cooling little breeze which +blew out of the south.</p> +<p>"Valencia tells me that the prairie schooner which José +spoke of has of a truth cast anchor upon my land," observed the don +to Dade, reining in beside him where he rode a little in advance of +the others. "Since we are riding that way, we may as well see the +fellow and make him aware of the fact that he is trespassing upon +land which belongs to another; though if he has halted but to rest +his cattle and himself, he is welcome. But Valencia tells me that +the fellow is cutting down trees for a house, and that I do not +like."</p> +<p>"Some emigrants seem to think, because they have traveled over +so much wilderness, there is no land west of the Mississippi that +they haven't a perfect right to take, if it suits them. They are a +little like your countryman Columbus, I suppose. Every man who +crosses the desert feels as if he's out on a voyage of discovery to +a new world; and when he does strike California, it's hard for him +to realize that he can't take what he wants of it."</p> +<p>"I think you are right," admitted Don Andres after a minute. +"And your government also seems to believe it has come into +possession of a wilderness, peopled only by savages who must give +way to the march of civilization. Whereas we Spaniards were in +possession of the land while yet your colonies paid tribute to +their king in England, and we ourselves have brought the savages to +the ways of Christian people, and have for our reward the homes +which we have built with much toil and some hardships, like +yourselves when your colonies were young. Twenty-one years have I +looked upon this valley and called it mine, with the word of his +Majesty for my authority! And surely my right to it is as the right +of your people to their haciendas in Virginia or Vermont. Yet men +will drive their prairie schooners to a spot which pleases them and +say: 'Here, I will have this place for my home.' That is not +lawful, or right."</p> +<p>Ten steps in the rear of them Teresita was laughing her mocking +little laugh that still had in it a maddening note of tenderness. +Dade tried not to hear it; for so had she laughed at him, a week +ago, and set his blood leaping towards his heart. He was not +skilled in the ways of women, yet he did not accuse her of +deliberate coquetry, as a man is prone to do under the smart of a +hurt like his; for he sensed dimly that it was but the seeking +sex-instinct of healthy youth that brightened her eyes and sent the +laugh to her lips when she faced a man who pleased her; and if she +were fickle, it was with the instinctive fickleness of one who has +not made final choice of a mate. Hope lifted its head at that, but +he crushed it sternly into the dust again; for the man who rode +behind was his friend, whom he loved.</p> +<p>It is to be feared that the voice of the girl held more of his +attention than the complaint of the don, just then, and that the +sting of injustice under which Don Andres squirmed seemed less +poignant and vital than the hurt he himself was bearing. He +answered him at random; and he might have betrayed his inattention +if they had not at that moment caught sight of the interlopers.</p> +<p>Valencia had not borne false witness against them; the emigrants +were indeed cutting down trees. More, they were industriously +hauling the logs to the immediate vicinity of their camp, which was +chosen with an eye to many advantages; shade, water, a broad view +of the valley and plenty of open grass land already fit for the +plow, if to plow were their intention.</p> +<p>A loose-jointed giant of a man seated upon the load of logs +which two yoke of great, meek-eyed oxen had just drawn up beside a +waiting pile of their fellows, waited phlegmatically their +approach. A woman, all personality hidden beneath flapping calico +and slat sunbonnet, climbed hastily down upon the farther side of +the wagon and disappeared into the little tent that was simply the +wagon-box with its canvas covering, placed upon the ground.</p> +<p>"Valencia told me truly. Señor Hunter, will you speak for +me? Tell the big hombre that the land is mine."</p> +<p>To do his bidding, Dade flicked the reins upon Surry's neck and +rode ahead, the others closely following. Thirty feet from the +wagon a great dog of the color called brindle disputed his advance +with bristling hair and throaty grumble.</p> +<p>"Lay down, Tige! Wait till you're asked to take a holt," advised +the man on the wagon, regarding the group with an air of perfect +neutrality. Tige obeying sullenly, to the extent that he crouched +where he was and still growled; his master rested his elbows on his +great, bony knees, sucked at a short-stemmed clay pipe and waited +developments.</p> +<p>"How d'yuh do?" Dade, holding Surry as close to the belligerent +Tige as was wise, tried to make his greeting as neutral as the +attitude of the other.</p> +<p>"Tol'ble, thank yuh, how's y'self? Shet your trap, Tige! Tige +thought you was all greasers, and he ain't made up his mind yet +whether he likes 'em mixed—whites and greasers. I dunno's I +blame 'im, either. We ain't either of us had much call to hanker +after the dark meat. T'other day a bunch come boilin' up outa the +dim distance like they was sent fur and didn't have much time to +git here. Tied their tongues into hard knots tryin' to tell me +somethin' I didn't have time to listen to, and looked like they +wanted to see my hide hangin' on a fence.</p> +<p>"Tige, he didn't take to 'em much. He kept walkin' back and +forth between me and them, talking as sensible as they did, I must +say, and makin' his meanin' full as clear. I dunno how we'd all 'a' +come out, if I hadn't brought Jemimy and the twins out and let 'em +into the argument. Them greasers didn't like the looks of old +Jemimy, and they backed off. Tige, he follered 'em right up, and +soon's they got outa reach of Jemimy, they took down their lariats +an' tried to hitch onto him.</p> +<p>"They didn't know Tige. That thar dawg's the quickest dawg on +earth. He hopped through their loops like they was playin' +jump-the-rope with him. Fact is, he'd learned jump-the-rope when he +was a purp. He wouldn't 'a' minded that, only they didn't do it +friendly. One feller whipped out his knife and throwed it at +Tige—and he come mighty nigh makin' dawg-meat outa him, too. +Slit his ear, it come that close. Tige ain't got no likin' fer +greasers sence then. He thought you was another bunch—and so +did I. Mary, she put inside after Jemimy and the twins.</p> +<p>"Know anything about them greasers? I see yuh got a sample +along. T' other crowd was headed by a slim feller all tricked up in +velvet and silver braid and red sash; called himself Don +José Pacheco, and claimed to own all Ameriky from the ocean +over there, back to the Allegheny Mountains, near as I could make +out. I don't talk that kinda talk much; but I been thinkin' mebby I +better get m' tongue split, so I can. Might come handy, some time; +only Tige, he hates the sound of it like he hates +porkypines—or badgers.</p> +<p>"Mary and me and Tige laid up in Los Angeles fer a spell, +resting the cattle. All greasers, down there—and +fleas—and take the two t'gether, they jest about wore out the +hull kit and b'ilin' of us.</p> +<p>"What's pesterin' the ole feller? Pears like he's gittin' his +tongue twisted up ready to talk—if they call it talkin'."</p> +<p>"What is the hombre saying?—" asked the don at that +moment, seeing the glance and sensing that at last his presence was +noticed.</p> +<p>Dade grinned and winked at Jack, who, by the way, was neither +looking nor listening; for Teresita was once more tenderly +ridiculing his star-incrusted saddle and so claimed his whole +attention.</p> +<p>"He says José Pacheco and some others came and ordered +him off. They were pretty ugly, but he called out a lady—the +Señora Jemima and dos niños—and—"</p> +<p>"Sa-ay, mister," interrupted the giant Jerry Simpson from the +load of logs. "D'you say Senory Jemimy?"</p> +<p>"Why, yes. Señora means madame, or—"</p> +<p>"Ya'as, I know what it means. Jemimy, mister, ain't no senory, +nor no madame. Jemimy's my old Kentucky rifle, mister. And the +twins ain't no neenos, but a brace uh pistols that can shoot fur as +it's respectable fer a pistol to shoot, and hit all it's lawful to +hit. You tell him who Jemimy is, mister; and tell 'im she's a +derned good talker, and most convincin' in a argyment."</p> +<p>"He says Jemima is not a señora," translated Dade, his +eyes twinkling, "but his rifle; and the niños are his +pistols."</p> +<p>Don Andres hid a smile under his white mustache. "Very good. Yet +I think your language must lack expression, Señor Hunter. It +required much speech to say so little." There was a twinkle in his +own eyes. "Also, José acts like a fool. You may tell the big +señor that the land is mine, but that I do not desire to use +harsh methods, nor have ill-feeling between us. It is my wish to +live in harmony with all men; my choice of a majordomo should bear +witness that I look upon Americanos with a friendly eye. I think +the big hombre is honest and intelligent; his face rather pleases +me. So you may tell him that José shall not trouble him +again, and that I shall not dispute with him about his remaining +here, if to remain should be his purpose when he knows the land +belongs to me. But I shall look upon him as a guest. As a guest, he +will be welcome until such time as he may find some free land upon +which to build his casa."</p> +<p>Because the speech was kindly and just, and because he was in +the service of the don, Dade translated as nearly verbatim as the +two languages would permit. And Jerry Simpson, while he listened, +gave several hard pulls with his lips upon the short stem of his +pipe, discovered that there was no fire there, straightened his +long leg and felt gropingly for a match in the depth of a great +pocket in his trousers. His eyes, of that indeterminate color which +may be either gray, hazel, or green, as the light and his mood may +affect them, measured the don calmly, dispassionately, unawed; +measured also Dade and the beautiful white horse he rode; and +finally went twinkling over Jack and the girl, standing a little +apart, wholly absorbed in trivialities that could interest no one +save themselves.</p> +<p>"How much land does he say belongs to him? And whar did he git +his title to it?" Jerry Simpson asked, when Dade was waiting for +his answer.</p> +<p>Out of his own knowledge Dade told him.</p> +<p>Jerry Simpson brought two matches from his pocket, inspected +them gravely and returned one carefully; lighted the other with the +same care, applied the flame to his tobacco, made sure that the +pipe was going to "draw" well, blew out the match, and tucked the +stub down out of sight in a crease in the bark of the log upon +which he was sitting. After that he rested his elbows upon his +great, bony knees and smoked meditatively.</p> +<a name="2HCH0010"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER X</h2> +<center>THE FINEST LITTLE WOMAN IN THE WORLD</center> +<p>"You tell Mr. Picardy that I ain't visitin' nobody, so he +needn't consider that I'm company," announced Jerry, after a wait +that was beginning to rasp the nerves of his visitors. "I come here +to live! He's called this land hisn, by authority uh the king uh +Spain, you say, for over twenty year. Wall, in twenty year he ain't +set so much as a fence-post fur as the eye can see. I been five +mile from here on every side, and I don't see no signs of his ever +usin' the land fer nothin'. Now, mebby the king uh Spain knew what +he was talkin' about when he give this land away, and then agin +mebby he didn't. 'T any rate, I don't know as I think much of a +king that'll give away a hull great gob uh land he never seen, and +give it to one feller—more 'n that feller could use in a hull +lifetime; more 'n he would ever need fer his young 'uns, even +s'posin' he had a couple uh dozen—which ain't skurcely +respectable fer one man, nohow. How many's he got, mister?"</p> +<p>"One—his daughter, over there."</p> +<p>"Hum-mh! Wall, she ain't goin' to need so derned much. You tell +Mr. Picardy I've come a long ways to find a home fer Mary and me; a +long road and a hard road. I can't go no further without I swim fer +it, and that I don't calc'late on doin'. I ain't the kind to hog +more land 'n what I can use—not mentionin' no names; but I +calc'late on havin' what I need, if I can get it honest. My old +mother used to read outa the Bible that the earth was the Lord's +and the fullness thereof; and I ain't never heard of him handin' +over two-thirds of it to any king uh Spain. What he's snoopin' +around in Ameriky fur, givin' away great big patches uh country he +never seen, I ain't askin'. Californy belongs to the United States +of Ameriky, and the United States of Ameriky lets her citizens make +homes for themselves and their families on land that ain't already +in use. If Mr. Picardy can show me a deed from Gawd Almighty, +signed, sealed, and delivered along about the time Moses got hisn +fer the Land uh Canyan, or if he can show a paper from Uncle Sam, +sayin' this place belongs to him, I'll throw off these logs, h'ist +the box back on the wagon and look further; but I ain't goin' to +move on the say-so uh no furrin' king, which I don't believe in +nohow."</p> +<p>He took the pipe from his mouth, and with it pointed to a spot +twenty feet away, so that they all looked towards the place.</p> +<p>"Right thar," he stated slowly, "is whar I'm goin' to build my +cabin, fer me and Mary. And right over thar I'm goin' to plow me up +a truck patch. I'm a peaceable man, mister. I don't aim to have no +fussin' with my neighbors. But you tell Mr. Picardy that thar'll be +loopholes cut on all four sides uh that thar cabin, and Jemimy and +the twins'll be ready to argy with anybody that comes moochin' +around unfriendly. I'm the peaceablest man you ever seen, but when +I make up my mind to a thing, I'm firm! Pur-ty tol'able firm!" he +added with complacent emphasis.</p> +<p>He waited expectantly while Dade put a revised version of this +speech into Spanish, and placidly smoked his little black pipe +while the don made answer.</p> +<p>"Already I find that I have done well to choose an Americano for +my majordomo," Don Andres observed, a smile in his eyes. "With a +few more such as this great hombre, who is firm and peaceful +together, I should find my days full of trouble with a hot-blooded +Manuel to deal with them. But with you, Señor, I have no +fear. Something there is in the face of this Señor Seem'son +which pleases me; we shall be friends, and he shall stay and plant +his garden and build his house where it pleases him to do. You may +tell him that I say so, and that I shall rely upon his honor to pay +me for the land a reasonable price when the American government +places its seal beside the seal on his Majesty's grant. For that it +will be done I am very sure. The land is mine, even though I have +no tablet of stone to proclaim from the Creator my right to call it +so. But he shall have his home if he is honest, without swimming +across the ocean to find it."</p> +<p>"Wall, now, that's fair enough fer anybody. Hey, Mary! Come on +out and git acquainted with yer neighbor's girl. Likely-lookin' +young woman," he passed judgment, nodding towards Teresita. +"Skittish, mebby—young blood most gen'rally is, when there's +any ginger in it. What's yer name, mister? I want yuh all to meet +the finest little woman in the world—Mrs. Jerry Simpson. +We've pulled in the harness together fer twelve year, now, so I +guess I know! Come out, Mary."</p> +<p>She came shyly from the makeshift tent, her dingy brown +sunbonnet in her hand, and the redoubtable Tige walking close to +her shapeless brown skirt. And although her face was tanned nearly +as brown as her bonnet, with the desert sun and desert winds of +that long, weary journey in search of a home, it was as delicately +modeled as that of the girl who rode forward to greet her; and +sweet with the sweetness of soul which made that big man worship +her. Her hair was a soft gold such as one sees sometimes upon the +head of a child or in the pictures of angels, and it was cut short +and curled in distracting little rings about her head, and framed +softly her smooth forehead. Her eyes were brown and soft and +wistful—with a twinkle at the corners, nevertheless, which +brightened them wonderfully; and although her mouth drooped +slightly with the same wistfulness, a little smile lurked there +also, as though her life had been spent largely in longing for the +unattainable, and in laughing at herself because she knew the +futility of the longing.</p> +<p>"I hope you've taken a good look at Jerry's face," she said, +"and seen that he ain't half as bad as he tries to make out. +Jerry'll make a fine neighbor for any man if he's let be; and we do +want a home of our own, awful bad! We was ten years paying for a +little farm back in Illinois, and then we lost it at the last +minute because there was something wrong with the deed, and we +didn't have any money to go to law about it. Jerry didn't tell you +that; but it's that makes him talk kinda bitter, sometimes. He was +terrible disappointed about losing the farm. And when we took what +we had left and struck out, he said he was going as far as he could +get and be away from lawyers and law, and make us a home on land +that nobody but the Lord laid any claim to. So he picked out this +place; and then along come that Spaniard and a lot of fellows with +him and said we hadn't no right here. So I hope you won't blame +Jerry for being a little mite uppish. That Spaniard got him kinda +wrought up."</p> +<p>Her voice was as soft as her eyes, and winsome as her wistful +little smile. She had those four smiling with her in sheer sympathy +before she had spoken three sentences; and the two who did not +understand her words smiled just as sympathetically as the two who +knew what she was talking about.</p> +<p>"Tell the señora I am sorry, and she shall stay; and my +mother will give her hens and a bottle of her very good medicine, +which Manuel drinks so greedily," Teresita cried, when Dade told +her what the woman said, and leaned impulsively and held out her +hand. "I would do as the Americanos do, and shake the hands for a +new friendship," she explained, blushing a little. "We shall be +friends. Señor Hunter, tell the pretty señora that I +say we shall be friends. Amiga mia, I shall call her, and I shall +learn the Americano language, that we may talk together."</p> +<p>She meant every word of it, Dade knew; and with a troublesome, +squeezed feeling in his throat he interpreted her speech with +painstaking exactness.</p> +<p>Mrs. Jerry took the señorita's hand and smiled up at her +with the brightness of tears in her eyes. "You've got lots of +friends, honey," she said simply, "and I've left all of mine so far +behind me they might as well be dead, as far as ever seeing 'em +again is concerned; so it's like finding gold to find a woman +friend away out here. I ain't casting no reflections on Jerry, +mind," she hastened to warn them, blinking the tears away and +leaving the twinkle in full possession; "but good as he is, and +satisfying as his company is, he ain't a woman. And, my dear, a +woman does get awful hungry sometimes for woman-talk!"</p> +<a name="image-0003"><!--IMG--></a> +<center><img src="./images/g002.jpg" width="450" height="731" alt= +"Mrs. Jerry Took the Seorita's Hand and Smiled up At Her. "></center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p>"Santa Maria! that must be true. She shall come and let my +mother be her friend also. I will send a carriage, or if she can +ride—ask the big señor if he has no horses!"</p> +<p>Jack it was who took up right willingly the burden of +translation, for the pure pleasure of repeating the +señorita's words and doing her a service; and Dade dropped +back beside the don, where he thought he belonged, and stayed +there.</p> +<p>"Wall, I ain't got any horses, but I got two of the derndest +mules you ever seen, mister. Moll and Poll's good as any mustang in +this valley. Mary and me can ride 'em anywheres; that's why I brung +'em along, to ride in case we had to eat the cattle."</p> +<p>"Then they must surely ride Moll and Poll to visit my mother!" +the señorita declared with her customary decisiveness. +"Padre mio!"</p> +<p>Obediently the don accepted the responsibility laid upon him by +his sole-born who ruled him without question, and made official the +invitation. It was not what he had expected to do; he was not quite +sure that it was what he wanted to do; but he did it, and did it +with the courtliness which would have flowered his invitation to +the governor to honor his poor household by his presence; he did it +because his daughter had glanced at him and said "My father?" in a +certain tone which he knew well.</p> +<p>Something else was done, which no one had expected to do when +the four galloped up to the trespassers. Jack and Dade dismounted +and helped Jerry unload the logs from the wagon, for one thing; +while Teresita inspected Mrs. Jerry's ingenious domestic makeshifts +and managed somehow, with Mrs. Jerry's help, to make the bond of +mutual liking serve very well in the place of intelligible speech. +For another, the don fairly committed himself to the promise of a +peon or two to help in the further devastation of the trees upon +the Picardo mountain slope behind the little, natural meadow, which +Jerry Simpson had so calmly appropriated to his own use.</p> +<p>"He is honest," Don Andres asserted more than once on the ride +home, perhaps in self-justification for his soft dealing. "He is +honest; and when he sees that the land is mine, he will pay; or if +he does not pay, he will go—and tilled acres and a cabin will +not harm me. Valencia, if he marries the daughter of Carlos (as the +señora says will come to pass), will be glad to have a cabin +to live in apart from the mother of his wife, who is a shrew and +will be disquieting in any man's household. Therefore, Señor +Hunter, you may order the peons to assist the big hombre and his +beautiful señora, that they may soon have a hut to shelter +them from the rains. It is not good to see so gentle a woman endure +hardship within my boundary. Many tules, they will need," he added +after a minute, "and it is unlikely that the Señor Seem'son +understands the making of a thatch. Diego and Juan are skillful; +and the tules they lay upon a roof will let no drop of rain fall +within the room. Order them to assist."</p> +<p>"I shall tell Margarita to bake many little cakes," cried +Teresita, riding up between her father and Dade, that she might +assist in the planning. "And madre mia will give me coffee and +sugar for the pretty señora. So soft is her voice, like one +of my pigeons! And her hair is more beautiful than the golden hair +of our Blessed Lady at Dolores. Oh, if the Blessed Virgin would +make me as beautiful as she, and as gentle, I should—I should +finish the altar cloth immediately, which I began two years +ago!"</p> +<p>"Thou art well enough as thou art," comforted her father, trying +to hide his pride in her under frowning brows, and to sterilize the +praise with a tone of belittlement.</p> +<p>"I love that pretty señora," sighed Teresita, turning in +the saddle to glance wistfully back at the meager little camp. "She +shall have the black puppy Rosa gave me when last I was at the +Mission San José. But I hope," she added plaintively, like +the child she was at heart, "she will make that big, ugly beast +they called Tige be kind to her; and the milk must be warm to the +finger when Chico is fed. To-night, Señor Allen, you shall +teach me Americano words that I may say to the señora what +is necessary, for the happiness of my black puppy. I must learn to +say that her name is Chico, and that the milk must be warm to the +finger, and that the big dog must be kind."</p> +<a name="2HCH0011"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XI</h2> +<center>AN ILL WIND</center> +<p>A wind rose in the night, blowing straight out of the north; a +wind so chill that the señora unpacked extra blankets and +distributed them lavishly amongst the beds of her household, and +the oldest peon at the hacienda (who was Gustavo and a prophet more +infallible than Elijah) stared into the heavens until his neck went +lame; and predicted much cold, so that the frost would surely kill +the fruit blossoms on the slope behind the house; and after that +much rain.</p> +<p>Don Andres, believing him implicitly, repeated the warning to +Dade; and Dade, because that was now his business, rode here and +there, giving orders to the peons and making sure that all would be +snug when the storm broke.</p> +<p>The Señorita Teresa, bethinking her of the "pretty +señora" who would have scant shelter in that canvas-topped +wagon-box, even though it had been set under the thickest branches +of a great live oak, called guardedly to Diego who was passing, and +ordered Tejon, her swiftest little mustang, saddled and held ready +for her behind the last hut, where it could not be seen from the +house.</p> +<p>Tejon, so named by his mistress because he was gray like a +badger, hated wind, which the señorita knew well. Also, when +the hatred grew into rebellion, it needed a strong hand indeed to +control him, if the mood seized him to run. But the señorita +was in a perverse mood, and none but Tejon would she ride; even +though—or perhaps because—she knew that his temper +would be uncertain.</p> +<p>She wanted to beg the pretty Señora Simpson to come and +stay with them until the weather cleared and the cabin was +finished. But more than that she wanted to punish Señor Jack +Allen for laughing when she tried to speak the Americano sentence +he had taught her the night before, and got it all backwards. +Señor Jack would be frightened, perhaps, when he learned +that she had ridden away alone upon Tejon; he would ride after +her—perhaps. And she would not talk to him when he found her, +but would be absolutely implacable in her displeasure, so that he +would be speedily reduced to the most abject humility.</p> +<p>Diego, when she ran stealthily across the patio, her +riding-habit flapping about her feet in the wind, looked at her +uneasily as if he would like to remonstrate; but being a mere peon, +he bent silently and held his calloused, brown palm for the +señorita's foot; reverently straightened the flapping skirt +when she was mounted, and sent a hasty prayer to whatever saint +might be counted upon to watch most carefully over a foolish little +Spanish girl.</p> +<p>"An evil spirit is in the caballo to-day," Diego finally +ventured to inform his mistress gravely. "For a week he has not +felt the weight of saddle, and he loves not the trees which sway +and sing, or the wind whistling in his ears."</p> +<p>"And for that he pleases me much," retorted the señorita, +and touched Tejon with her spurred heel, so that he came near +upsetting Diego with the lunge he gave.</p> +<p>When the peon recovered his balance, he stood braced against the +wind, and with both hands held his hat upon his head while he +watched her flying down the slope and out of sight amongst the +trees. No girl in all the valley rode better than the +Señorita Teresa Picardo, and Diego knew it well and boasted +of it to the peons of other hacendados; but for all that he was +ill-at-ease, and when, ten minutes later, he came upon Valencia at +the stable, he told him of the madness of the señorita.</p> +<p>"Tejon she would ride, and none other; and to-day he is a devil. +Twice he would have bitten my shoulder while I was saddling, and +that is the sign that his heart is full of wickedness. Me, I would +have put the freno Chilene (Chilian bit) in his mouth—but +that would start him bucking; for he hates it because then he +cannot run."</p> +<p>Valencia, a little later, met the new majordomo and repeated +what Diego had said; and Dade, catching a little of the uneasiness +and yet not wanting to frighten the girl's father with the tale, +made it his immediate business to find Jack and tell him that +Teresita had ridden away alone upon a horse that neither Diego nor +Valencia considered safe.</p> +<p>Jack, at first declaring that he wouldn't go where he plainly +was not wanted, at the end of an uncomfortable half-hour borrowed +Surry, because he was fleet as any mustang in the valley, and rode +after her.</p> +<p>In this wise did circumstances and Jack obey the piqued desire +of the señorita.</p> +<p>After the first headlong half mile, Tejon became the perfect +little saddle-pony which fair weather found him; and Teresita, +cheated of her battle of wills and yet too honest to provoke him +deliberately, began to think a little less of her own whims and +more of the Señora Simpson, housed miserably beneath the +canvas covering of the prairie schooner.</p> +<p>She found Mrs. Jerry sitting inside, with a patchwork quilt over +her shoulders, her eyes holding a shade more of wistfulness and +less twinkle, perhaps, but with her lips quite ready to smile upon +her visitor. Teresita sat down upon a box and curiously watched the +pretty señora try to make a small, triangular piece of cloth +cover a large, irregular hole in the elbow of the big +señor's coat sleeve. Sometimes, when she turned it so, the +hole was nearly covered—except that there was the frayed rent +at the bottom still grinning maliciously up at the mender.</p> +<p>"'Patch beside patch is neighborly, but patch upon patch is +beggarly!'" quoted Mrs. Jerry, at the moment forgetting that the +girl could not understand.</p> +<p>Whereupon Teresita bethought her of her last night's lesson, and +replied slowly and solemnly: "My dear Mrs. Seem'son, +how—do—you—<i>do</i>?"</p> +<p>"Mrs. Seem'son," realizing the underlying friendliness of the +carefully enunciated greeting, flushed with pleasure and for a +minute forgot all about the patch problem.</p> +<p>"Why, honey, you've been learnin' English jest so's you can talk +to me!" She leaned and kissed the girl where the red blood of youth +dyed brightest the Latin duskiness of the cheek. "I wish't you +could say some more. Can't you?"</p> +<p>Teresita could; but her further store of American words related +chiefly to the diet and general well-being of one very small and +very black pup, which was at that moment sleeping luxuriously in +the chimney corner at home; and without the pup the words would be +no more than parrot-chattering. So the señorita shook her +head and smiled, and Mrs. Jerry went back to the problem of the +small patch and the large hole.</p> +<p>Hampered thus by having no common language between them, +Teresita failed absolutely to accomplish her mission.</p> +<p>Mrs. Jerry, hazily guessing at the invitation without realizing +any urgent need of immediate acceptance, shook her head and pointed +to her pitifully few household appurtenances, and tried to make it +plain that she had duties which kept her there in the little camp +which she pathetically called home.</p> +<p>Teresita gathered that the pretty señora did not wish to +leave that great, gaunt hombre who was her husband. So, when she +could no longer conceal her shiverings, and having no hope that the +big señor would understand her any better when he returned +with the load of logs he and the peons were after, she rose and +prepared to depart. Surely the Señor Jack, if he were going +to follow, would by this time be coming, and the hope rather +hastened her adieu.</p> +<p>"Adios, amiga mia," she said, her eyes innocently turning from +the Señora Simpson to scan stealthily the northern +slope.</p> +<p>"Good-by, honey. Come again and see me. Jerry knows a few +Spanish words, and I'll make him learn 'em to me so I can talk a +little of your kind, next time. And tell your mother I'm obliged +for the wine; and them dried peaches tasted fine, after being +without so long. Shan't I hold your horse while you git on? Seems +to me he's pretty frisky for a girl to be riding; but I guess +you're equal to him!"</p> +<p>Teresita smiled vaguely. She had no idea of what the woman was +saying, and she was beginning to wish that she had not tried in +just this way to punish the Señor Jack; if he were here now, +he could make the Señora Simpson understand that the storm +would be a very dreadful one—else Gustavo was a liar, and +whom should one believe?</p> +<p>Even while she was coaxing Tejon alongside a log and persuading +him to stand so until she was in the saddle, she was generously +forswearing Señor Jack's punishment that she might serve the +pretty señora who had Tejon by the bit and was talking to +him softly in words he had never heard before in his life. She +resolved that if she met Señor Jack, she would ask him to +come back with her and explain to the señora about the cold +and the rain, and urge her to accept the hospitality of her +neighbors.</p> +<p>For that reason she looked more anxiously than before for some +sign of him riding towards her through the fields of flowering +mustard that heaved in the wind like the waves on some strange, +lemon-colored sea tossing between high, green islands of oak and +willow. Surely that fool Diego would never keep the still tongue! +He would tell, when some one missed her. If he did not, or if +Señor Allen was an obstinate pig of a man and would not +come, then she would tell Señor Hunter, who was always so +kind, though not so handsome as the other, perhaps.</p> +<p>Señor Hunter's eyes were brown—and she had looked +into brown eyes all her life. But the blue! The blue eyes that +could so quickly change lighter or darker that they bewildered one; +and could smile, or light flames that could wither the soul of +one.</p> +<p>Even the best rider among the Spanish girls as far south as Paso +Robles should not meditate so deeply upon the color of a +señor's eyes that she forgets the horse she is riding, +especially when the horse is Tejon, whose heart is full of +wickedness.</p> +<p>A coyote, stalking the new-made nest of a quail, leaped out of +the mustard and gave Tejon the excuse he wanted, and the dreaming +señorita was nearly unseated when he ducked and whirled in +his tracks. He ran, and she could not stop him, pull hard as she +might. If he had only run towards home! But instead, he ran down +the valley, because then he need not face the wind; and he tried to +outstrip the wind as he went.</p> +<p>It was when they topped a low knoll and darted under the wide, +writhing branches of a live oak, that Jack glimpsed them and gave +chase; and his heart forgot to beat until he saw them in the open +beyond, and knew that she had not been swept from the saddle by a +low branch. He leaned lower over Surry's neck and felt gratefully +the instant response of the horse; he had thought that Surry was +running his best on such uneven ground; but even a horse may call +up an unsuspected reserve of speed or endurance, if his whole heart +is given to the service of his master; there was a perceptible +quickening and a lengthening of stride, and Jack knew then that +Surry could do no more and keep his feet. Indeed, if he held that +pace for long without stumbling, he would prove himself a more +remarkable horse than even Dade declared him to be.</p> +<p>He hoped to overtake the girl soon, for in the glimpses he got +of her now and then, as she flew across an open space, he saw that +she was putting her whole weight upon the reins; and that should +make a sufficient handicap to the gray to wipe out the +three-hundred-yard distance between them. It did not seem possible +that Tejon could be running as fast as Surry; and yet, after a +half-mile or so of that killing pace, Jack could not see that he +was gaining much. Perhaps it was his anxiety to overtake her that +made the chase seem interminable; for presently they emerged upon +the highway which led south to Santa Clara and so on down the +valley, and he saw, on a straight, open stretch, that he was much +nearer; so near he could see that her hair was down and blowing +about her face in a way that must have blinded her at times.</p> +<p>Tejon showed no disposition to stop, however; and Jack, +bethinking him of the trick Dade had played upon the Vigilantes +with his riata, threw off the loop that held it. If he could get +close enough, he meant to lasso the horse unless she managed by +that time to get him under control. Now that they were in the road, +Surry's stride was more even, and although his breathing was +becoming audible, he held his pace wonderfully well—though +for that matter, Tejon also seemed to be running just as fast as at +first, in spite of that steady pull; indeed, Tejon knew the trick +of curling his chin down close to his chest, so that the girl's +strength upon the reins was as nothing.</p> +<p>Jack was almost close enough to make it seem worth while to call +encouragement, when a horseman appeared suddenly from behind a +willow clump and pulled up in astonishment, as he saw Teresita +bearing down upon him like a small whirlwind. Whereupon Tejon, +recognizing horse and rider and knowing of old that they meant +leisurely riding and much chatter, with little laughs for +punctuation, slowed of his own accord and so came up to the man at +his usual easy lope, and stopped before him.</p> +<p>So quickly did it happen that a witness might easily have sworn +in perfect good faith that the girl was fleeing from Jack Allen and +pulled up thankfully when she met José Pacheco. One could +not blame José for so interpreting the race, or for the +anger that blazed in his eyes for the pursuer, even while his lips +parted in a smile at the coming of the girl. He reined in +protectingly between her and the approaching Jack, and spoke +soothingly because of her apparent need.</p> +<p>"Be not frightened, querida mia. Thou art safe with me—and +the accursed gringo will get a lesson he will not soon forget, for +daring—"</p> +<p>Teresita, looking back, discovered Jack behind her. He was +pulling Surry in, now, and he held his riata in one hand as though +he were ready to use it at a moment's notice, and blank +astonishment was on his face. That, perhaps, was because of +José and José's hostile attitude, standing crosswise +of the trail like that, and scowling while he waited, with the +fingers of his right hand fumbling inside his sash—for his +dagger, perchance! Teresita smiled wickedly, in appreciation of the +joke on them both.</p> +<p>"Do not kill him, José," she begged caressingly. "Truly +he did not harm me! I but ran from him because—" She sent a +smile straight to the leaping heart of José, and fumbled +with her tossing banner of hair, and turned eyes of innocent +surprise on the Señor Allen, who needed some +punishment—and was in fair way to get it.</p> +<p>"What is the pleasure of the señor?" José's voice +was as smooth and as keen as the dagger-blade under his sash. "His +message must indeed be urgent to warrant such haste! You would do +well to ride back as hastily as you came; for truly a blind man +could see that the señorita has not the smallest desire for +your presence. As for me—" As for him, he smiled a sneer and +a threat together.</p> +<p>Jack looked to the girl for a rebuke of the man's insult; but +Teresita's head was drooped and tilted sidewise while she made +shift to braid her hair, and if she heard she surely did not seem +to heed.</p> +<p>"As for you, it wouldn't be a bad idea for you to mind your own +business," Jack retorted bluntly. "The señorita doesn't need +any interpreter. The señorita is perfectly well-qualified to +speak for herself. She knows—"</p> +<p>"The señorita knows whom she can trust—and it is +not a low dog of a gringo, who would be rotting now with a neck +stretched by the hangman's rope, if he had but received his +deserts; murderer of five men in one day, men of his own race at +that! Gambler! loafer—"</p> +<p>At the press of silver rowels against his sides, Surry lunged +forward. But Teresita's horse sidled suddenly between the two +men.</p> +<p>"Señor Jack, we will go now, if this wicked caballo of +mine will consent to do his running towards home. Thank you, +José, for stopping him for me; truly, I think he was minded +to carry me to Santa Clara, whether I wished to go or not! But +doubtless Señor Jack would have overtaken him soon. Adios, +José. Gracias, amigo mio!" Having put her hair into some +sort of confinement, she picked up her reins and smiled at +José and then at Jack in a way to tie the tongues of them +both; though their brows were black with the hatred which must, if +they met again, bear fruit of violence.</p> +<p>Fifty yards away, Teresita looked back and waved a hand at the +gay horseman who still stood fair across the highway and stared +blankly after them.</p> +<p>"Poor José!" she murmured mischievously. "Very puzzled +and unhappy he looks. I wonder if the privilege of tearing you in +pieces would not bring the smile to his lips? Señor Jack, if +so be you should ever desire death, will you let José do the +killing? To serve you thus would give him great pleasure, I am +sure."</p> +<p>Jack, usually so headlong in his speech and actions, rode a +moody three minutes without replying. He was not a fool, even +though he was rather deeply in love; he felt in her that feline +instinct to torment which wise men believe they can detect in all +women; and angry as he was at José's deliberate insults, he +knew quite well in his heart that Teresita had purposely provoked +them.</p> +<p>"I've heard," he said at last, looking at her with the hard +glint in his eyes that thrilled her pleasurably, "that all women +are either angels or devils. I believe you're both, +Señorita!"</p> +<p>Teresita laughed and pouted her lips at him. "Such injustice! Am +I then to be blamed because José has a bad temper and speech +hotter than the enchilladas of Margarita? I could love him for his +rages! When the Blessed Mary sends me a lover—" She looked +over her shoulder and sighed romantically, hiding the laughter in +her eyes and the telltale twist of her lips as best she could, with +lashes downcast and face averted.</p> +<p>Even a kitten the size of your two fists knows how to paw a +mouse, even though it lacks the appetite for devouring it after the +torture. One cannot logically blame Teresita. She merely used the +weapons which nature put into her pink palms.</p> +<a name="2HCH0012"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> +<center>POTENTIAL MOODS</center> +<p>So engrossed was the señorita in her truly feminine game +of cat-and-mouse that she quite forgot her worry over Mrs. Jerry +until she was in her own room and smiling impishly at herself in +the mirror, while she brushed the wind-tangles from her hair and +planned fresh torment for the Señor Jack. The +señorita liked to see his eyes darken and then light with +the flames that thrilled her; and it was exceedingly pleasant to +know that she could produce that effect almost whenever she chose. +Also, her lips would curve of themselves whenever she thought of +José's rage and subsequent bafflement when she rode off with +Señor Jack; and of Señor Jack's black looks when she +praised José afterwards. Truly they hated each other very +much—those two caballeros! She was woman enough to know the +reason why, and to find a great deal of pleasure in the +knowledge.</p> +<p>Still smiling, she lifted a heavy lock of hair to the light and +speculated upon the mystery of coloring. Black it was, except when +the sun lighted it and brought a sheen that was almost blue; and +Señor Jack's was neither red, as was the hair of the big +Señor Simpson, nor brown nor gold, but a tantalizing mixture +of all; especially where it waved it had many different shades, +just as the light gold and the dark of the pretty +señora's—It was then that remembrance came to the +señorita and made her glance a self-accusing one, when she +looked at her reflected face.</p> +<p>"Selfish, thoughtless one that thou art to forget that sweet +señora!" she cried. And for punishment she pulled the lock +of hair so that it hurt—a little. "I shall ask Señor +Hunter if he will not send the carriage for her—and perhaps I +shall go with him to bring her; though truly she will never leave +the big hombre who speaks so many words over such slight matters. I +am glad I did not yet carry Chico to live there in that small camp. +Till the house is finished, he shall stay with me. Truly the storm +would kill him if he were there. But perhaps the storm will not be +so great, after all—not so great as is the storm in the +hearts of those two who met and would have fought, had I not so +skillfully prevented it! Santa Maria, I truly must have been +inspired, to act like the dove with the branch of the olive when I +flew between them; and the eyes of José were blazing; and +Señor Jack—" There came the smile again, and the +dawdling of the brush while she thought of those two. So the pretty +señora was forgotten, after all, and left to shiver over her +mending in the prairie schooner because Teresita was a spoiled +child with more hearts than it is good for a girl to play with.</p> +<p>As a matter of fact, however, the pretty señora was quite +accustomed to discomfort in varying degrees, and gave less thought +to the weather than did the more tenderly sheltered women of the +valley, so that no harm came of the forgetfulness; especially since +the storm fell far short of Gustavo's expectations and caused that +particular prophet the inconvenience of searching his soul and the +heavens for an explanation of the sunshine that reprehensibly +bathed the valley next day in its soft glow.</p> +<p>Also, no immediate harm resulted from the rage of the two +caballeros, although not even the most partial judge could give the +credit to Teresita's "olive branch." Chance herself stepped in, and +sent a heavy, dead branch crashing down from a swaying oak upon the +head and right shoulder of José, while he was riding into +his own patio. Whereupon José, who had been promising +himself vengefully that he would send Manuel immediately with a +challenge to the gringo who had dared lift eyes to the +Señorita Teresa Picardo, instantly forgot both his love and +his hate in the oblivion that held him until nightfall.</p> +<p>After that his stiffened muscles and the gash in his scalp gave +him time for meditation; and meditation counseled patience. The +gringo would doubtless go to the rodeo, and he would meet him there +without the spectacular flavor of a formal challenge. For +José was a decent sort of a fellow and had no desire to +cheapen his passion or cause the señorita the pain of public +gossip. It was that same quality of dignity in his love that had +restrained him from seeking a deliberate quarrel with Jack before +now; and though he fumed inwardly while his outer hurts healed, he +resolved to wait. The rodeo would give him his chance.</p> +<p>Because it is not in the nature of the normal human to keep his +soul always under the lock and key of utter silence, a little of +his hate and a little of his hope seeped into the ears of Manuel, +whose poultices of herbs were doing their work upon the bruised +muscles of José's shoulder, and whose epithets against the +two gringos who were responsible for his exile from the Picardo +hacienda had the peculiar flavor of absolute sincerity. Frequently +he cursed them while he changed the poultices; and Don José, +listening approvingly, added now and then a curse of his own, and a +vague prediction of how he meant to teach the blue-eyed one a +lesson which he would weep at remembering—if he lived to +remember anything.</p> +<p>Manuel did not mean to tattle; he merely let fall a word or two +to Valencia, whom he met occasionally in the open and accused +bitterly of having a treacherous friendship for the gringos, and +particularly for the blue-eyed one.</p> +<p>"Because that mongrel whose hair is neither red nor yellow nor +black speaks praise to you of your skill, perchance, and because he +makes you laugh with the foolish tales he tells, you would turn +against your own kind, Valencia. No honest Spaniard can be a friend +of the gringos. Of the patron," he added rather sorrowfully, "I do +not speak, for truly he is in his dotage and therefore not to be +judged too harshly. But you, Valencia—you should think twice +before you choose a gringo for your friend; a gringo who speaks +fair to the father that he may cover his love-making to the +daughter, who is easily fooled, like all younglings.</p> +<p>"The young Don José will deal with that blue-eyed one, +Valencia. Every day he swears it by all the saints. He but waits +for the rodeo and until I have healed his shoulder—and then +you shall see! There will be no love-making then for the gringo. +José will have the señorita yet for his bride, just +as the saints have desired since they played together in the patio +and I watched them that they did not run into the corrals to be +kicked in the head, perchance, by the mustangs we had there. +José, I tell you, has loved her too long to stand now with +the sombrero in hand while that arrogant hombre steals her away. +When the shoulder is well—and truly, it was near +broken—and when they meet at the rodeo, then you shall see +what will happen to your new gringo friend."</p> +<p>Valencia did not quarrel with Manuel. He merely listened and +smiled his startlingly sunny smile, and afterwards repeated +Manuel's words almost verbatim to Jack. Later, he recounted as much +as he considered politic to Don Andres himself, just to show how +bitter Manuel had become and how unjust. Valencia, it must be +admitted, was not in any sense working in the interests of peace. +He looked forward with a good deal of eagerness to that meeting of +which Manuel prated. He had all the faith of your true +hero-worshiper in his new friend, and with the story of that last +eventful day which Jack had spent in San Francisco to build his +faith upon, he confidently expected to see José learn a +much-needed lesson in humility—aye, and Manuel also.</p> +<p>Since even the best-natured gossip is like a breeze to fan the +flames of dissension, Don Andres spent an anxious hour in devising +a plan that would preserve the peace he loved better even than +prosperity. While he smoked behind the passion vines on the +veranda, he thought his way slowly from frowns to a smile of +satisfaction, and finally called a peon scurrying across the patio +to stand humbly before him while he gave a calm order. His +majordomo he would see, as speedily as was convenient to a man as +full of ranch business as Dade Hunter found himself.</p> +<p>Dade, tired and hot from a forenoon in the saddle inspecting the +horses that were to bear the burden of rodeo work, presently came +clanking up to the porch and lifted the sombrero off his +sweat-dampened forehead thankfully, when the shade of the vines +enveloped him.</p> +<p>The eyes of the don dwelt pleasedly upon the tanned face of his +foreman. More and more Don Andres was coming to value the keen +common-sense which is so rare, and which distinguished Dade's +character almost as much as did the kindliness that made nearly +every man his friend.</p> +<p>The don had already fallen into the habit of presenting his +orders under the guise of ideas that needed the confirmation of the +majordomo, before they became definite plans; and it speaks much +for those two that neither of them suspected that it was so. Thus, +Don Andres' solution of the problem of preserving peace became the +subject for a conference that lasted more than an hour. The don was +absolutely candid; so candid that he spoke upon a delicate subject, +and one that carried a sting of which he little dreamed.</p> +<p>"One factor I cannot help recognizing," he said slowly. "I am +not blind, nor is the señora blind, to +the—the—friendship that is growing between Señor +Jack and our daughter. We had hoped—but we have long been +resolved that in matters of the heart, our daughter shall choose +for herself so long as she does not choose one altogether unworthy; +which we do not fear, for to that extent we can protect her by +admitting to our friendship only those in whose characters we have +some confidence. Now that we understand each other so well, amigo, +I will say that I have had some correspondence with friends in San +Francisco, who have been so good as to make some investigations in +my behalf. Their Vigilance Committee," he said, smiling, "was not +the only tribunal which weighed evidence for and against your +friend, nor was it the only vindication he has received.</p> +<p>"I am assured that in the trouble which brought him to my house +he played the part of an honest gentleman fighting to uphold the +principles which all honest men espouse; and while he is +hot-tempered at times, and perhaps more thoughtless than we could +wish, I hear no ill of him save the natural follies of +high-stomached youth.</p> +<p>"Therefore I am willing to abide by the choice of my daughter, +whose happiness is more dear to her parents than any hope they may +have cherished of the welding of two families who have long been +friends. I myself," he added reminiscently, "fled to the priest +with my sweetheart as if all the fiends of hell pursued us, because +her parents had chosen for her a husband whom she could not love. +Since we know the pain of choosing between a parent's wishes and +the call of the heart, we are resolved that our child shall be left +free to choose for herself. Therefore, I think our plan is a wise +one; and the result must be as the saints decree."</p> +<p>Dade, because he was engrossed with stifling the ache he had +begun to think was dead because it had grown numb, bowed his head +without speaking his assent and rose to his feet.</p> +<p>"I'll tell Jack," he said, as he started for the stables. "I +guess he'll do it, all right."</p> +<a name="2HCH0013"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> +<center>BILL WILSON GOES VISITING</center> +<p>"I Don't know what you've been doing to José Pacheco, +lately," was Dade's way of broaching the subject, "but Don Andres +asked me to 'persuade' you not to go on rodeo, on account of some +trouble between you and José."</p> +<p>"He wants my scalp, is all," Jack explained easily, picking +burrs from the fringe of his sash—burrs he had gotten when he +ran a race with Teresita from the farther side of the orchard to +the spring, a short time before. "Valencia told me—and he got +it from Manuel—that José is right on the warpath. If +it wasn't for his being laid up—"</p> +<p>"Oh, I know. You'd like to go over and have it out with him. But +you can't. The Pachecos and the Picardos are almost like one +family. I don't suppose José ever stayed away from here so +long since he was a baby, as he has since we came. It's bad enough +to keep old friends away, without mixing up a quarrel. Have you +seen José lately? Don Andres seemed to think so, but I told +him you'd have said something about it to me if you had."</p> +<p>"I met him in the trail, a week or so ago," Jack admitted with +manifest reluctance. "He wasn't overly friendly, but there wasn't +any real trouble, if that's what you're afraid of." He looked +sidelong at the other, saw the hurt in Dade's eyes at this evidence +of the constraint growing intangibly between them, and laughed +defiantly.</p> +<p>"Upon my soul!" he exclaimed, "one would think I was +simple-minded, the way you act! D'you think a man never scowled my +way before? D'you think I'm afraid of José? D'you think I +don't know enough to take care of myself? What the devil do you +think? Can't go on rodeo—you're afraid I might get hurt! I +ain't crazy to go, for that matter; but I don't know as I relish +this guardian-angel stunt you're playing. You've got your hands +full without that. You needn't worry about me; I've managed to +squeak along so far without getting my light put out—"</p> +<p>"By being a tolerably fair shot, yes," Dade assented, his face +hardening a little under the injustice. "But since I'm hired to +look after Don Andres' interests, you're going to do what I tell +you. You'll stay here and boss the peons while I'm gone. A +friendship between two families that has lasted as many years as +you are old, ain't going to be busted up now, if I can help it. +It's strained to the snapping-point right now, just because the don +is friendly with us gringos. Of course, we can't help that. He had +his ideas on the subject before he ever saw me or you. Just the +same, it's up to us not to do the snapping; and I know one gringo +that's going to behave himself if I have to take him down and set +on him!"</p> +<p>"Whee-ee! Somebody else is hitting the war-post, if I know the +signs!" Dade stirred to anger always tickled Jack immensely, +perhaps because of its very novelty, and restored him to good +humor. "Have it your own way, then, darn you! I don't want to go on +rodeo, nohow."</p> +<p>"I know that, all right," snapped Dade, and started off with his +hat tilted over his eyes. No one, he reminded himself, would want +to spend a month or so riding the range when he could stay and +philander with as pretty a Spanish girl as ever played the game of +cat-and-mouse with a man. And Jack never had been the kind to go +looking for trouble; truth to tell, he had never found it +necessary, for trouble usually flew to meet him as a needle flies +to the magnet.</p> +<p>But, a wound is not necessarily a deadly one because it sends +excruciating pain-signals to a man's heart and brain; and love +seldom is fatal, however painful it may be. Dade was slowly +recovering, under the rather heroic treatment of watching his +successor writhe and exult by turns, as the mood of the maiden +might decree. Strong medicine, that, to be swallowed with a wry +face, if you will; but it is guaranteed to cure if the sufferer is +not a mental and moral weakling.</p> +<p>Dade was quite ready to go out to rodeo work; indeed, he was +anxious to go. But, not being a morbid young man, he did not +contemplate carrying a broken heart with him. Teresita was sweet +and winsome and maddeningly alluring; he knew it, he felt it still. +Indeed, he was made to realize it every time the whim seized her to +punish Jack by smiling upon Dade. But she was as capricious as +beauty usually is, and he knew that also; and after being used +several times as a club with which to beat Jack into proper +humility (and always seeing very clearly that he was merely the +club and nothing more) he had almost reached the point where he +could shrug shoulders philosophically at her coquetry; and what is +better, do it without bitterness. At least, he could do it when he +had not seen her for several hours, which made rodeo time a relief +for which he was grateful.</p> +<p>What hurt him most, just now, was the constraint between him and +Jack; time was when Jack would have told him immediately of any +unpleasant meeting with José. It never occurred to Dade that +he himself had fostered the constraint by his moody aloofness when +he was fighting the first jealous resentment he had ever felt +against the other in the years of their constant companionship. An +unexpected slap on the shoulder almost sent him headlong.</p> +<p>"Say, old man, I didn't mean it," Jack began contritely, +referring perhaps to his petulant speech, rather than to his mode +of making his presence known. "But—come over here in the +shade, and let's have it out once for all. I know you aren't stuck +up over being majordomo, but all the same you're not the old Dade, +whether you know it or not. You go around as +if—well—you know how you've been. What I wanted to say +is, what's the matter? Is it anything I've said or done?"</p> +<p>He sat down on the stone steps of a hut used for a storehouse +and reached moodily for his smoking material. "I know I didn't say +anything about running up against José—but it wasn't +anything beyond a few words; and, Dade, you've been almighty hard +to talk to lately. If you've got anything against me—"</p> +<p>"Oh, quit it!" Dade's face glowed darkly with the blood which +shame brought there. He opened his lips to say more, took a long +breath instead, closed them, and looked at Jack queerly. For one +reckless moment he meditated a plunge into that perfect candor +which may be either the wisest or the most foolish thing a man may +do in all his life.</p> +<p>"I didn't think you noticed it," he said, his voice lowered +instinctively because of the temptation to tell the truth, and his +glance wandering absently over to the corral opposite, where Surry +stood waiting placidly until his master should have need of him. +"There has been a regular brick wall between us lately. I felt it +myself and I blamed you for it. I—"</p> +<p>"It wasn't my building," Jack cut in eagerly. "It's you, you old +pirate. Why, you'd hardly talk when we happened to be alone, and +when I tried to act as if nothing was wrong, you'd look so darned +sour I just had to close my sweet lips like the petals of +a—"</p> +<p>"Cabbage," supplied Dade dryly, and placed his cigarette between +lips that twitched.</p> +<p>Former relations having thus been established after their own +fashion, Dade began to wonder how he had ever been fool enough to +think of confessing his hurt. It would have built that wall higher +and thicker; he saw it now, and with the lighting of his cigarette +he swung back to a more normal state of mind than he had been in +for a month.</p> +<p>"I'm going up toward Manuel's camp, pretty soon," he observed +lazily, eying Jack meditatively through a thin haze of smoke. "Want +to take a ride up that way and let the sun shine on your nice new +saddle?" Though he called it Manuel's camp from force of habit, +that hot-blooded gentleman had not set foot over its unhewn +doorsill for three weeks and more.</p> +<p>Jack hesitated, having in mind the possibility of persuading +Teresita that she ought to pay a visit to the Simpson cabin that +day to display her latest accomplishment by asking in real, +understandable English, how the pup was getting along; and to show +the pretty señora the proper way to pat tortillas out thin +and smooth, as Margarita had been bribed to teach Teresita herself +to do.</p> +<p>"Sure, I'll go," he responded, before the hesitation had become +pronounced, and managed to inject a good deal of his old heartiness +into the words.</p> +<p>"I'm going to have the cattle pushed down this way," Dade +explained, "so you can keep an eye on them from here and we won't +have to keep up that camp. Since they made Bill Wilson captain of +the Vigilantes, there isn't quite so much wholesale stealing as +there was, anyway, and enough vaqueros went with Manuel so I'll +need every one that's left. I'll leave you Pedro, because he can't +do any hard riding, after that fall he got the other day. The two +of you can keep the cattle pretty well down this way."</p> +<p>"All right. Say, what was it made you act so glum since we came +down here?" Jack, as occasionally happens with a friend, was not +content to forget a grievance while the cause of it remained +clouded with mystery.</p> +<p>"Are you sore over that trouble I had in town? I know how you +feel about—well, about killings; but, Dade, I had to. I hate +it myself. You needn't think I like the idea, just because I +haven't talked about it. A fellow feels different," he added +slowly, "when it's white men. When we fought Injuns, I don't +believe it worried either one of us to think we'd killed some. We +were generally glad of it. But these others—they were mean +enough and ornery enough; but they were humans. I was glad at the +time, but that wore off. And I've caught you looking at me kinda +queer, lately, as if you hated me, almost. You ought to +know—"</p> +<p>"I know you're always going off half-cocked," chuckled Dade, +quite himself again. "No, now you mention it, I don't like the idea +of shooting first and finding out afterwards what it was all about, +the way so many fellows have got in the habit of doing. Guns are +all right in their place. And when you get away out where the law +doesn't reach, and you have to look out for yourself, they come in +mighty handy. But like every other kind of power, most men don't +know when and how to use the gun argument; and they make more +trouble than they settle, half the time. You had a right to shoot, +that day, and shoot to kill. Why, didn't the Committee investigate +you, first thing after Bill was elected, and find that you were +justified? Didn't they wipe your reputation clean with their +official document, that Bill sent you a copy of? No, that never +bothered me at all, old man. You want to forget about it. You only +saved the Committee the trouble of hanging 'em, according to Bill. +Say, Valencia was telling me yesterday—"</p> +<p>"Well, what the dickens did ail you, then?"</p> +<p>Dade threw out both hands helplessly and gave a rueful laugh. +"You're harder to dodge than an old cow when you've got her calf on +the saddle," he complained.</p> +<p>"The trouble was," he explained gravely, "that these last boots +of mine pinched like the devil, and I've been mad for a month +because my feet are half a size bigger than yours. I wanted to +stump you for a trade, only I knew yours would cripple me up worse +than these did. But I've got 'em broke in now, so I can walk +without tying my face into a hard knot. There's nothing on earth," +he declared earnestly, "will put me on the fight as quick as a pair +of boots that don't fit."</p> +<p>Jack paid tribute to Dade's mendaciousness by looking at him +doubtfully, not quite sure whether to believe him; and Dade +chuckled again, well pleased with himself. Even when Jack finally +told him quite frankly that he was a liar, he only laughed and went +over to where Surry stood rolling the wheel in his bit. He would +not answer Jack's chagrined vilifications, except with an +occasional amused invitation to go to the devil.</p> +<p>So the wall of constraint crumbled to the nothingness out of +which it was built, and the two came close together again in that +perfect companionship that may choose whatever medium the mood of +man may direct, and still hold taut the bond of their +friendship.</p> +<p>While they rode together up the valley, Jack told the details of +the encounter with José, and declared that he was doing all +that even Dade could demand of him by resisting the desire to ride +down to Santa Clara and make José swallow his words.</p> +<p>"I'd have done it anyway, as soon as I brought Teresita home," +he added, with a hint of apology for his seeming weakness. "But, +darn it, I knew all the time that she made him think she was +running away from me. It did look that way, when she stopped as +soon as she met him; I can't swear right now whether Tejon was +running away, or whether he was just simply running!" He laughed +ruefully. "She's an awful little tease—just plumb full of the +old Nick, even if she does look as innocent and as meek as their +pictures of the Virgin Mary. She had us both guessing, let me tell +you! He was pretty blamed insulting, though, and I'd have licked +the stuffing out of him right then and there, if she hadn't swung +in and played the joker the way she did. Made José look as +if he'd been doused with cold water—and him breathing fire +and brimstone the minute before.</p> +<p>"It was funny, I reckon—to Teresita; we didn't see the +joke. Every time I bring up the subject of that runaway, she +laughs; but she won't say whether it was a runaway, no matter how I +sneak the question in. So I just let it go, seeing José is +laid up now; only, next time I bump into José Pacheco, he's +going to act pretty, or there's liable to be a little +excitement.</p> +<p>"I wish I had my pistols. I wrote to Bill Wilson about them +again, the other day; if he doesn't send them down pretty soon, I'm +going after them." He stopped, his attention arrested by the +peculiar behavior of a herd of a hundred or more cattle, a little +distance from the road.</p> +<p>"Now, what do you suppose is the excitement over there?" he +asked; and for answer Dade turned from the trail to +investigate.</p> +<p>"Maybe they've run across the carcass of a critter that's been +killed," he hazarded, "though this is pretty close home for beef +thieves to get in their work. Most of the stock is killed north and +east of Manuel's camp."</p> +<p>The cattle, moving restlessly about and jabbing their long, +wicked horns at any animal that got in the way, lifted heads to +stare at them suspiciously, before they turned tail and scampered +off through the mustard. From the live oak under which they had +been gathered came a welcoming shout, and the two, riding under the +tent-like branches, craned necks in astonishment.</p> +<p>"Hello, Jack," spoke the voice again. "I'm almighty glad to see +yuh! Hello, Dade, how are yuh?"</p> +<p>"Bill Wilson, by thunder!" Jack's tone was incredulous.</p> +<p>Bill, roosting a good ten feet from the ground on a great, +horizontal limb, flicked the ashes from the cigar he was smoking +and grinned down at them unabashed.</p> +<p>"You sure took your time about getting here," he remarked, +hitching himself into a more comfortable posture on the rough bark. +"I've been praying for you, two hours and more. Say, don't ever +talk to me about hungry wolf-packs, boys. I'll take 'em in +preference to the meek-eyed cow-bossies, any time."</p> +<p>They besought him for details and got them in Bill's own fashion +of telling. Briefly, he had long had in mind a trip down to the +Picardo ranch, just to see the boys and the country and have a talk +over the stirring events of the past month; and, he added, he +wanted to bring Jack his pistols himself, because it was not +reasonable to expect any greaser to withstand the temptation of +keeping them, once he got them in his hands.</p> +<p>Therefore, having plenty of excuses for venturing so far from +his place, and having "tied the dove of peace to the ridge-pole" of +town by means of some thorough work on the part of the new +Committee, he had boldly set forth that morning, soon after +sunrise, upon a horse which somebody had sworn that a lady could +ride.</p> +<p>Bill confessed frankly that he wasn't any lady, however; and so, +when the horse ducked unexpectedly to one side of the trail, +because of something he saw in the long grass, Bill surprised +himself very much by getting his next clear impression of the +situation from the ground.</p> +<p>"I dunno how I got there, but I was there, all right, and it +didn't feel good, either. But I'd been making up my mind to get off +and try walking though, so I done it. Say, I don't see nothing so +damned attractive about riding horseback, anyway!"</p> +<p>He yelled at the horse to stop, but it appeared that his whoas +were so terrifying that the horse ran for its life. So Bill started +to walk, beguiling the time, by soliloquizing upon—well, Bill +put it this way: "I walked and I cussed, and I cussed and I walked, +for about four hours and a half. Say! How do you make out it's only +twenty miles?"</p> +<p>"Nearer thirty" corrected Dade, and Bill grunted and went on +with the story of his misfortunes. Walking became monotonous, and +he wearied of soliloquy before the cattle discovered him.</p> +<p>"Met quite a band, all of a sudden," said Bill. "They throned up +their heads and looked at me like I was wild Injuns, and I shooed +'em off—or tried to. They did run a little piece, and then +they all turned and looked a minute, and commenced coming again, +heads up and tails a-rising. And," he added naïvely, "I +commenced going!" He said he thought that he could go faster than +they could come; but the faster he departed, the more eager was +their arrival. "Till we was all of us on the gallop and tongues +a-hanging."</p> +<p>Bill was big, and he was inclined to flesh because of no +exercise more strenuous than quelling incipient riots in his place, +or weighing the dust that passed into his hands and ownership. He +must have run for some distance, since he swore by several +forbidden things that the chase lasted for five miles—"And if +you don't believe it, you can ride back up the trail till you come +to the dent I made with my toes when I started in."</p> +<p>Other cattle came up and joined in the race, until Bill had +quite a following; and when he was gasping for breath and losing +hope of seeing another day, he came upon a live oak, whose branches +started almost from the roots and inclined upward so gently that +even a fat man who has lost his breath need not hesitate over the +climbing.</p> +<p>"Thank the good Lord he don't cut all his trees after the same +pattern," finished Bill fervently, "and that live oaks ain't built +like redwoods. If they was, you'd be wiping off my coat-buttons +right now, trying to identify my remains!"</p> +<p>Being polite young men, and having a sincere liking for Bill, +they hid certain exchanges of grins and glances under their +hat-brims (Bill being above them and the brims being wide) and did +not by a single word belittle the escape he had had from man-eating +cows. Instead, Dade coaxed him down from the tree and onto Surry, +swearing solemnly that the horse was quite as safe as the limb to +which Bill showed a disposition to cling. Bill was hard to +persuade, but since Dade was a man who inspired faith +instinctively, the exchange was finally accomplished, Bill still +showing that strange, clinging disposition that made him grip the +saddle-horn as a drowning man is said to grasp at a straw.</p> +<p>So they got him to the house, the two riding Jack's peppery +palimeno with some difficulty; while Surry stepped softly that he +might not dislodge that burden in the saddle, whose body lurched +insecurely and made the horse feel at every step the ignorance of +the man. They got him and themselves to the house; and his presence +there did its part towards strengthening Don Andres' liking for +gringos, while Bill himself gained a broader outlook, a keener +perception of the rights of the native-born Californians.</p> +<p>Up in San Francisco there was a tendency to make light of those +rights. It was commonly accepted that the old land grants were +outrageous, and that the dons who prated of their rights were but +land pirates who would be justly compelled by the government to +disgorge their holdings. Bill had been in the habit of calling all +Spaniards "greasers," just as the average Spaniard spoke of all +Americans as "gringos," or heathenish foreigners.</p> +<p>But on the porch of Don Andres, his saddle-galled person +reclining at ease in a great armchair behind the passion vines, +with the fragile stem of a wine-glass twirling between his white, +sensitive, gambler-fingers while he listened to the don's courtly +utterances as translated faithfully by Dade (Jack being absent on +some philandering mission of his own), big Bill Wilson opened his +eyes to the other side of the question and frankly owned himself +puzzled to choose.</p> +<p>"Seems like the men that came here when there wasn't anything +but Injuns and animals, and built up the country outa raw material, +ought to have some say now about who's going to reap the harvest," +he admitted to Dade. "Don't look so much like gobbling, when you +get right down to cases, does it? But at the same time, all these +men that leave the east and come out here to make homes—seems +like they've got a right to settle down and plow up a garden patch +if they want to. They're going to do it, anyway. Looks like these +grandees'll have to cash in their chips and quit, but it's a darned +shame."</p> +<p>As to the town, Bill told them much that had happened. Politics +were still turbulent; but Perkins' gang of hoodlums was fairly +wiped out, and the Committee was working systematically and openly +for the best interests of the town. There had been a hanging the +week before; a public hanging in the square, after a trial as fair +as any court properly authorized could give.</p> +<p>"Not much like that farce they pulled off that day with Jack," +asserted Bill. "Real lawyers, we had, and real evidence for and +against the feller, and tried him for real murder. Things are +cooling down fast, up there, and you can walk the streets now +without hanging onto your money with one hand and your gun with the +other. Jack and you can come back any time. And say, Jack!" Having +heard his voice beyond the vines, Bill made bold to call him +somewhat peremptorily.</p> +<p>"There's some gold left, you know, that belongs to you. I didn't +send it all down; didn't like the looks of that—er—" He +checked himself on the point of saying greaser. "And seeing you're +located down here for the summer, and don't need it, why don't you +put it into lots? You two can pick up a couple of lots that will +grow into good money, one of these days. Fact is, I've got a couple +in mind. I'd like to see you fellows get some money to workin' for +you. This horseback riding is too blamed risky."</p> +<p>"That looks reasonable to me," said Dade. "We've got the mine, +of course, but the town ought to go on growing, and lots should be +a good place to sink a thousand or two. I've got a little that +ain't working." Then seeing the inquiring look in the eyes of Don +Andres, he explained to him what Bill had suggested.</p> +<p>Don Andres nodded his white head approvingly. "The Señor +Weelson is right," he said. "You would do well, amigos, to heed his +advice."</p> +<p>"Just as Jack says," Dade concluded; and Jack amended that +statement by saying it was just as Bill said. If Bill knew of a lot +or two and thought it would be a good investment, he could buy them +in their names. And Bill snorted at their absolute lack of business +instinct and let the subject drop into the background with the +remark that, for men that had come west with the gold fever, they +surely did seem to care very little about the gold they came +after.</p> +<p>"The fun of finding it is good enough," declared Jack, +unashamed, "so long as we have all we need. And when we need more +than we've got, there's the mine; we can always find more. Just +now—"</p> +<p>He waved his cigarette towards the darkening hills; and in the +little silence that followed they heard the sweet, high tenor of a +vaquero somewhere, singing plaintively a Spanish love-song. When +the voice trailed into a mournful, minor "Adios, adios," a robin +down in the orchard added a brief, throaty note of his own.</p> +<p>Bill sighed and eased his stiffened muscles in the big chair. +"Well, I don't blame either one of you," he drawled somewhat +wistfully. "If I was fifteen years limberer and fifty pounds +slimmer, I dunno but what I'd set into this ranch game myself. It's +sure peaceful."</p> +<p>Foolishly they agreed that it was.</p> +<a name="2HCH0014"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> +<center>RODEO TIME</center> +<p>In those days of large leisure and cyclonic bursts of excitement +and activity; of midday siestas and moonlight serenades—and a +duel, perchance, at sunrise—the spring rodeo was one of the +year's events, to be looked forward to all winter by the vaqueros; +and when it was over, to be talked of afterwards for months. A mark +from which to measure the passing of time, it was; a date for the +fixing of incidents in the memory of men.</p> +<p>In the valley of Santa Clara, rodeo time really began when the +Picardo vaqueros cinched saddles upon restive mustangs some misty +morning, and with shouts and laughter and sombreros waving high +over black heads in adieu to those who remained behind, swept down +the slope like a charge of gayly caparisoned cavalry, driving the +loose saddle horses before them. Past the stone and adobe wall of +the home pasture, past the fences where the rails were held to +their posts with rawhide thongs, which the coyotes sometimes chewed +to pulp and so made extra work for the peons, they raced, exultant +with life. Slim young Spaniards they were, clothed picturesquely in +velvet and braid and gay sashes; with cumbersome, hairy chaparejos, +high-crowned sombreros and big-roweled, silver spurs to mark their +calling; caballeros to flutter the heart of a languorous-eyed +señorita, and to tingle the pulse of the man who could +command and see them ride gallantly to do his bidding.</p> +<p>Fairly in the midst of them, quite as gaudy to look upon and +every whit as reckless in their horsemanship, rode Dade and Jack. +If their hearts were not as light, their faces gave no sign; and +their tongues flung back the good-humored jibes of their fellows in +Spanish as fluent as any they heard.</p> +<p>When they left the highway and rode straight down the valley +through the mustard that swept the chests of their plunging horses +with dainty yellow and green, the two fell behind and slowing their +horses to an easy lope, separated themselves from their exuberant +fellows.</p> +<p>"I wish you were going along," Dade observed tritely. "If +José Pacheco changes his mind and stays at home, I'll send +you word and you can come on, if you want to."</p> +<p>"Thanks." Jack's tone, however, did not sound thankful. "If I +wanted to go, do you think I'd hang back because he's going?"</p> +<p>"No, I don't. I think the prospect of a fine, large row would be +a temptation; and I must say I'm kinda surprised that you've been +able to resist it. Still, I realize there's compensations."</p> +<p>"Sure, there are. I never denied it, did I?"</p> +<p>"Never. I reckon you've sent by Bill Wilson for a trumpet to +proclaim—"</p> +<p>"Oh, shut up. I think," Jack decided suddenly and without any +visible cause, "I'll turn off here and ride around by Jerry +Simpson's. Adios, old man, and heaps of good luck to you." He swung +abruptly off to the right and galloped away, looking back over his +shoulder when he had ridden a hundred paces, to wave his sombrero +and shout a last word or two of farewell.</p> +<p>"Truly, José will be disappointed when he does not see +Señor Jack amongst us," smiled Valencia, reining in beside +Dade and looking after the departing horseman with friendly eyes. +"Though if he had good sense, he would be thankful. Me, I should +not like to have trouble with that friend of yours, Señor. +In San Francisco they talk yet of that day when he fired three +times from a galloping horse and killed three men. Dios! That was +pretty shooting. I would have given much to see it. There will be +few men so bold now as to make war with that blue-eyed hombre; but +José is a fool, when his will is crossed. Me, I +fight—yes, and love the heat of fighting in my blood; but I +do not bellow threats before, as José has been doing. +Carramba! To hear him, one would think he believed that men may die +of curses; if they did, the Señor Jack would be lying now +with candles burning at his head and his feet! Truly, love takes +the sense out of a man quicker than wine."</p> +<p>Dade agreed with him, though his lips did not open to form any +words upon the subject.</p> +<p>Their first stopping place was José's ranch down near +Santa Clara, and he wondered just how far José's hatred of +him would interfere with the traditions of hospitality. It was not +likely that José's vaqueros would be ready to start that +day; and although he carried his own camp equipment on pack-horses, +and, guided by Valencia, ordered the camp set up in its accustomed +place beside a little stream half a mile from the house, he sent +many a questioning glance that way.</p> +<p>If he feared a hostile reception, he was soon reassured. +José and Manuel speedily appeared, galloping side-by-side +through the lush yellow and green. José's manner was +irreproachable, his speech carefully considered. If his eyes lacked +their usual warm glow of friendliness, it was because he could not +bring that look at will to beam upon the guest whom his heart +failed to welcome. He invited Dade to dinner with him; and Dade, +hoping to establish a better understanding between them, +accepted.</p> +<p>Dade had not lived half his life amongst the dark-skinned race +for nothing. He sipped the home-made wine with José, talked +of many things in his soft, easy-natured drawl, and by letting his +inner friendliness with the whole world look out of his eyes when +they dwelt upon his host, went José one better in courtesy. +And José, sauntering afterward across the patio to the +porch, met Manuel face to face and paid tribute to Don Andres' new +majordomo in a single sentence.</p> +<p>"If all gringos were like this Señor Hunter, one could +tolerate their coming to live amongst us," he said frankly.</p> +<p>"Sí," grudged Manuel. "But then, he is not all gringo. +Many years he dwelt with our people in Texas, so that he has the +Spanish ways; but me, I want none of him."</p> +<p>José laughed without much mirth to lighten the sound. +"The blue-eyed one—did you find from the vaqueros why he did +not come? He need not have been afraid of me—not if his fame +was earned honestly." If his tone were patronizing, José +perhaps had some excuse, since Fame had not altogether passed him +by with face averted.</p> +<p>"Part of the way he came, and turned back. The vaqueros do not +know why, except Valencia. And Valencia—he is growing a +gringo heart, like the patron. He will speak nothing but boasts of +what that blue-eyed one can do. Me, I came near fighting with +Valencia; only he would not do anything but smile foolishly, when I +told him what I think of traitors like himself."</p> +<p>"Let him smile," advised José, "while he may." Which was +not a threat, in spite of its resemblance to one, but rather a +vague reference to the specter of trouble that stalks all men as a +fox stalks a quail, and might some day wipe that broad smile from +the face of Valencia, as it had swept all the gladness from his +own.</p> +<p>He went back and smoked a final cigarette in Dade's company; and +if he said little, his silences held no hint of antagonism. It was +not until Dade rose to return to camp for the night that +José put the question that had tickled the tongue of him +ever since the arrival on his ranch of the Picardo vaqueros.</p> +<p>"Your friend, the Señor Allen—he is to join you +later, perhaps?"</p> +<p>"Jack was left to look after the ranch." Dade's eyes were level +in their glance, his voice quiet with the convincing ring of truth. +"He won't be on rodeo at all."</p> +<p>José went paler than he had been two weeks before with +his hurt, but a simple word of polite surprise held all his answer. +For Jack to stay at home, to be near Teresita every day, to have +nothing in the way of his love-making—nothing, since those +doting two, her parents, would but smile at whatever she might +choose to do—there was acid enough in that thought to eat +away all the warmth, all the generosity José possessed. He +let Dade go without even the perfunctory phrases of regret, which +custom had made almost compulsory; and Manuel, sitting in silent +wrath upon the porch, listened to the steady footfalls moving up +and down the room behind him until the moon, that had been shining +in his smoldering eyes, slipped over the red tiles of the roof and +left all but the tree-tops in black shade.</p> +<p>"Dios! There will be one gringo the less when those two meet," +he muttered, staring at the tiny glow of his cigarette; and +afterward folded his arms tightly over a chest that heaved with the +impatience within. When those two met, Manuel meant to be there +also to see. "Me, I should like to drag him to death with the +six-strand riata he despised!" was the beautiful thought he took to +bed with him.</p> +<p>Sunshine was lifting the morning fog high above the tree-tops +when the old, gray mare, whose every movement tinkled the bell hung +around her neck, shook her rough coat vigorously to free it from +the moisture which the fog had left; and so jangled a peremptory +summons to the herd of saddle horses that bore the brand of Don +Andres Picardo upon their right thighs. At the camp upon the bank +of the Guadalupe, the embaladors were shouting curses, commands, +jokes, and civilities to one another while they brought orderly +packs out of the chaos of camp-equipment that littered the +ground.</p> +<p>The vaqueros were saddling their mounts and fairly bubbling with +a purely animal joy in the open; and Dade, his cigarette sending up +a tiny ribbon of aromatic smoke as if he were burning incense +before the altar of the soul of him that looked steadfastly out of +his eyes, walked among them with that intangible air of +good-fellowship which is so hard to describe, but which carries +more weight among men than any degree of imperious superiority. +Valencia looked up and flashed him a smile as he came near; and +Pancho, the lean vaquero with the high beak and the tender heart, +turned to see what Valencia was smiling at and gave instant glimpse +of his own white teeth when he saw Dade behind him.</p> +<p>"To-day will be hot, Señor," he said. "Me, I wish we were +already at Tres Pinos."</p> +<p>"No, you don't," grinned Dade, "for then you would not have the +Sunal rancho before you, to build hopes upon, but behind +you—and hope, they say, is sweeter than memory, Pancho."</p> +<p>Pancho, being ugly to look upon, liked to be rallied upon the +one señorita in the valley whose eyes brightened at sight of +him. He grinned gratifiedly and said no more.</p> +<p>A faint medley of sounds blended by distance turned heads +towards the east; and presently, breasting the mustard field that +lay level and yellow to the hills, came José's squad of +vaqueros, with José himself leading the group at a pace that +was recklessly headlong, his crimson sash floating like a pennant +in the breeze he stirred to life as he charged down upon them.</p> +<p>"Only for the silver trimmings, you looked like a band of +warlike Injuns coming down on us with the sun at your back," +laughed Dade, as José swung down near him. "They're +riders—the Indians back there on the plains; and when they +pop over a ridge and come down on you like a tidal wave, your +backbone squirms a little in spite of you. The way your vaqueros +parted and galloped around our camp was a pretty good imitation of +their preliminary flourishes."</p> +<p>"Still, I do not come in war," José returned, and looked +full at the other. "I hope that we shall have peace, Señor +Hunter; though one day I shall meet that friend of yours in war, if +the saints permit. And may the day come soon."</p> +<p>"Whatever quarrel you may have with Jack, I hope it will not +hinder us from working together without bad feeling between us." +Dade threw away his cigarette and took a step nearer, so that the +vaqueros could not hear.</p> +<p>"Don José, I know you don't like a gringo major domo to +lead Don Andres' vaqueros on rodeo. I don't blame you Californians +for being prejudiced against Americans, because you've been treated +pretty shabbily by a certain class of them. But you're not so +narrow you can't see that we're not all alike. I'd like to be +friends, if you will, but I'm not going to apologize for being a +gringo, nor for being here in charge of this camp. I didn't choose +my nationality, and I didn't ask for my job. I'll give you a square +deal, and I want you to know that if there's any grudge between us, +it's all on your side."</p> +<p>José's fingers fumbled the little corn-husk wrapping for +the cigarette he meant to make. "Señor, I repeat what I said +to Manuel last night," he said, after a pause. "If all gringos were +like you, we Californians would like the name better. But I thought +you would stand by your friend—"</p> +<p>"And so I will, to the last—" Not being of a theatrical +temperament, Dade balked at protestations of his loyalty. "Jack and +I have worked and fought and played elbow to elbow for a long time, +Don José. But I don't mix into his personal quarrels, unless +I see him getting a crooked deal. I believe you'll fight fair. The +rest lies between you two."</p> +<p>"But is it not your boast that the Señor Allen is the +supreme caballero of California?" José was frank, at least, +and Dade liked him the better for it. "For three years I have held +the medalla oro [gold medal] for riding and for riata throwing; if +it is true that you boast—"</p> +<p>Dade, as was the way of him when disgust or chagrin seized him, +flung out both hands impatiently. "I did say he couldn't be beat. I +said it to Manuel, when Manuel was sneering that Jack didn't know a +good riata from a bad one. I won't take it back. I haven't seen +your work in the saddle, Don José. I have seen Jack's, and I +never saw any better. So, until I do, I can believe he's the best, +can't I?"</p> +<p>"Sí." José smiled without effort. "You are honest, +Señor Hunter, and that pleases me well. I do not like you +less because you are loyal to your friend; but that friend I hope +one day to kill." He looked at the other questioningly. "Now I am +honest also," his eyes said plainly.</p> +<p>"That's your affair and Jack's, as long as you don't try to get +him when he isn't looking."</p> +<p>"I am not an assassin, Señor Hunter," José +retorted stiffly.</p> +<p>"Then we understand each other, I guess. Let's get these fellows +started. It's going to be hot, they say, and the horses are soft +yet—at least, ours are. We took them off pasture yesterday, +most of them."</p> +<p>"Mine are the same, Señor. But to-day's marcha will be an +easy one. To Sunal Rancho is not far." He turned to remount and +give the signal for starting. And with a little of the pride that +had impelled Jack to show off his skill that day when the Captain +of the Committee commanded him to mount the buckskin, José +also vaulted into the saddle without deigning to touch the +stirrup.</p> +<p>There was doubt in the señor's mind about his +horsemanship being the best in all California? Very good. The +señor would have the opportunity to judge for himself. +Still, José had put to sleep most of his antagonism towards +Dade, and his attitude of friendliness was not so deliberately +forced as Manuel, watching eagerly for the first sign of a clash, +believed it to be.</p> +<a name="2HCH0015"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> +<center>WHEN CAMP-FIRES BLINK</center> +<p>Down the valley they rode, gathering numbers to swell the +cavalcade at each ranch they passed. La Laguna Seca, San Vincente, +Las Uvas sent their quota of vaqueros, each headed by a majordomo +and accompanied by embaladors with the camp equipment and supplies +packed upon steady-going little mustangs. The bell-mares of the +various herds jangled a chorus of pleasant discords with their +little, iron bells. The scent of the mustard rose pungently under +the trampling hoofs. At dusk, the camp-fires blinked at one another +through the purpling shadows; and the vaqueros, stretched lazily +upon their saddle blankets in the glow, stilled the night noises +beneath the pleasant murmur of their voices while they talked. From +the camp of the San Vincente riders rose a voice beautifully clear +and sweet, above the subdued clamor.</p> +<p>Dade was listening to the song and dreaming a little while he +listened, with his head lying cradled in his clasped hands and his +face to the stars, when the group around the next camp-fire +tittered and broke into an occasional laugh. Then a question was +called to whoever might be within hearing:</p> +<p>"Who's the best vaquero in California?"</p> +<p>"Jack Allen, the gringo!" shouted a dozen voices, so that every +camp must hear. Then came jeering laughter from every camp save +one, the camp of the Picardo vaqueros.</p> +<p>Valencia's dark head lifted from the red and green blanket +beyond the blaze; and Dade, watching, could see his profile sharply +defined in the yellow light of the fire, as he stared toward the +offending camp. The lips that smiled so often were drawn tight and +thin; the nostrils flared like a frightened horse. While the laughs +were still cackling derision, Valencia jumped up and ran; and Dade, +even before he sat up to look, knew where he was going.</p> +<p>At the fire where the question was put, a young fellow, whose +heavy, black mustache prudently hid lips coarse and sneering, came +to his feet like a dummy of a man and glared dazedly at his +companions, as if their faces should tell him whose hand it was +that gripped the braided collar of his jacket. He was not long in +doubt, however. The voice of Valencia grated vitriolic sentences in +his ear, and the free hand of Valencia was lifted to deal him a +blow fair upon the blank face of him. The circle of faces watched, +motionless, above crouched bodies as quiet as the stars +overhead.</p> +<p>A hand grasped Valencia's wrist while his arm was lifted to +strike, so that the three men stood, taut-muscled and still, like a +shadowy, sculptured group that pictured some mythological +conflict.</p> +<p>"Let go, Valencia. This is nothing to fight over. Let go."</p> +<p>Valencia's angry eyes questioned the unreadable ones of his +majordomo; but he did not let go, and so the three stood for a +moment longer.</p> +<p>"But they insult the Señor Allen with their jeers," he +protested. "Me, I fight always for my friends who are not present +to fight for themselves. Would not the Señor Allen fight +this fool who flouts him so?"</p> +<p>"No!" Dade's eyes flicked the circle of faces upon which the +firelight danced. "If the Señor Allen were here, there would +be no jeering."</p> +<p>"And for that will I fight them all!" Valencia twisted his arm a +little, in the hope that Dade would let go his wrist. "Ah, +Señor! Shall a man not be true to his friends?"</p> +<p>"Sí, he shall be true, and he shall be sensible. Is the +Señor Jack a weakling, that he cannot fight for +himself?"</p> +<p>"But he is not here! If he were—" The tone of him gloated +over the picture of what would happen in that case.</p> +<p>"There shall be no fighting." If Dade's voice was quiet, it did +not carry the impression of weakness, or indecision. "Come to your +own fire, Valencia. If it is necessary to fight for the +Señor Allen—I am also his friend."</p> +<p>"You are right. There shall be no fighting." Dade started and +glanced at José, standing beside him. "If the Señor +Allen thinks himself the best, surely it is I, who hold the medalla +that calls me el vaquero supremo, who have the right to question +his boast; not you, amigos!"</p> +<p>"Who's the best vaquero, the bravest and the best in +California?" queried a voice—the voice of the singer, who had +come up with others to see what was going on here. And at his elbow +another made answer boldly:</p> +<p>"Don José Pacheco!"</p> +<p>José smiled and lifted his shoulders deprecatingly at the +tribute, while fifty voices shouted loyally his name. Dade, +pressing his hand upon Valencia's shoulder, led him back into the +dancing shadows that lay between the fires.</p> +<p>"Let it go," he urged. "Don José holds the medal, and +he's entitled to the glory. We must keep peace, Valencia, or else I +must leave the rodeo. Personal quarrels must wait."</p> +<p>"Sí, Señor, personal quarrels must wait," assented +José, again coming up unexpectedly behind them. "I but wish +to say that I regret the bad manners of those caballeros, whose +best excuse is that they are my friends. I hope the señor +does not accuse me of spreading the news of the señor's +boast. There are others, as the señor well knows, who heard +it before even it came to my ears."</p> +<p>"It doesn't matter," Dade repeated. "They'll have their joke, +and I don't blame them for putting the joke on a stranger, +especially when he's a gringo—and absent."</p> +<p>"The señor is wise as he is loyal," stated José +and bowed himself into the shadows. "Buenos noches, +Señor."</p> +<p>"Good-night," answered Dade, speaking English to show he was not +ashamed of it; and rolled himself in his blankets as a deliberate +hint to Valencia that he did not want to discuss the incident, much +to that one's disappointment.</p> +<p>It is to be feared that Valencia did not share in Dade's +determination to keep the peace; for, before he slept, he promised +himself that he would yet tell that pig-faced vaquero from Las Uvas +what he thought of him. But outwardly the incident was closed, and +closed permanently.</p> +<p>The sun was not risen above the mountains before they were +hurriedly drinking their black coffee, and making ready to break +camp; the flurry of emotions seemed to have died with the evening +fire. If the men of the other camps were cool in their manner +towards Dade when they met him, at least they were civil; except +Manuel, who passed him by with lowered brows, and of him Dade took +no notice. If he were watched curiously, in hope of detecting the +awkwardness which would betray unfamiliarity with his work, Dade +took no notice of that, either, except to grin now and then when he +rode away. Altogether, he was well pleased with his reception and +inclined to laugh at the forebodings he had felt; forebodings born +of the knowledge that, unless these natives of California were +minded to tolerate the presence of a gringo majordomo, it would be +absolutely useless for him to attempt to work with them.</p> +<p>If he had only known it, his own men had done much towards +lessening the prejudice of those who joined the main outfit. +Valencia was not the only one of the Picardo vaqueros whose +friendship might be counted upon. Like Manuel before he became +jealous, they forgot that Dade was not of Spanish birth; for his +eyes and his hair were dark as many of the native-born +Californians, and his speech was as their own; he was good-humored, +just in his judgments, reasonable in his demands. He could tell a +good story well if he liked, or he could keep silent and listen +with that sympathetic attention that never fails to flatter the +teller of a tale. To a man they liked him, and they were not slow +to show their liking after the manner of their kind.</p> +<p>By the time they reached Tres Pinos, which was the rendezvous of +all the vaqueros from the Picardo ranch on the north to San Miguel +on the south, Dade had quite lost the constraint that comes of +feeling that one is disliked and only tolerated for the moment. He +whistled while he rode along the creek bank looking for a +comfortable camp site; and when Valencia loped up to him, as he was +hesitating over a broad, shaded strip under a clump of willows, he +turned and smiled upon his head vaquero.</p> +<p>"See, Señor, how well we Californians work together!" +cried Valencia, pointing pridefully. "Here they come, the vaqueros +from Agua Amargo, Durasno, Corral de Terre, Salinas—not yet +have our embaladors thrown off the ropes from our packs, before +they are here, these others whom we came to meet! Not one hour +late, even! And the word was given weeks ago that we would meet +this day."</p> +<p>From the mouth of the canyon trotted a band of saddle horses, +kicking up a dust cloud that filmed the picture made by the gay +caballeros who galloped behind. A gallant company were they; and +when they met and mingled with those who came down from the north, +it was as though a small army was giving itself a holiday in that +vivid valley, with the Tres Pinos gurgling at the fun.</p> +<p>Having had experience in these matters, Dade was able to do his +part and do it like a veteran, although he tactfully left to the +other majordomos all those little details that would make of the +various camps one orderly company. Two men he chose from his outfit +and sent to the captain, as the Picardo contribution to the detail +told off to herd the horses, but beyond that he confined himself +chiefly to making himself as unobtrusive as was consistent with +dignity.</p> +<p>Six men were sent out after beef; and although Dade had many +times in Texas done exactly what they were doing, he watched +interestedly these Californians at their work.</p> +<p>Cattle were everywhere except in the immediate vicinity of the +camp. Half a mile or so the vaqueros galloped; then two of the +leaders singled out a fat, young steer and made after him with +their riatas hissing as the rawhide circled over their heads.</p> +<p>A loop dropped neatly over the wide horns, and a moment later +the second settled upon the first. The first man turned and headed +towards camp with the steer at his heels, ready at the slightest +opportunity to make use of those long, sharp-pointed horns which +nature had given him for just such need as this. The steer quite +forgot the man behind, until he made a vicious lunge and was +checked by the rope that had hung slack and unnoticed over his +back. Furious, the steer turned and charged resentfully at the +caballero who was following him and shouting taunts. But there +again he was checked by the first.</p> +<p>So, charging this way and that; galloping wildly in pursuit of +the man who seemed to be fleeing for his life, or wheeling to do +battle with the rider who kept just so far in his rear, he was +decoyed to the very outskirts of the camp.</p> +<p>If he had been qualified to weigh motives, the heart that +brindle-roan steer would surely have burst at; the pure effrontery +of the thing: not only must he yield his life and give his body for +meat, that those yearning stomachs might be filled with his flesh; +he must deliver that meat at the most convenient spot, as a butcher +brings our chops to the kitchen door. For that purpose alone they +were cunningly luring him closer and closer, that they need not +carry the meat far when they had slaughtered him.</p> +<p>At least his last moments were lighted with hope. He made one +grand, final dash, tripped in a noose that had somehow dropped +neatly in the way of his front feet, and went down with a crash and +a bellow of dismay. Some one ran lightly in—he did not see +that it was the vaquero he had been pursuing all this +time—and drove a dagger into the brain just back of the +horns. Thus that particular gust of rage was wiped out of existence +forever.</p> +<p>Later, when the camp-fires burned low, the pleasant odor of meat +broiling upon the forked ends of long, willow branches over the red +coals, proved how even a brindle steer may, at the last, in every +savory morsel have justified his existence.</p> +<p>Life in those days was painted upon a big canvas, with broad +sweep of brushes dipped in vivid colors. Although the branding of +the season's calves was a matter of pure business, the manner in +which that work was accomplished was a spectacle upon which we of +the present generation would give much to look.</p> +<p>When the sun parted the fog and looked down inquisitively, the +whole valley was pulsing with life, alight with color. The first +real work of the rodeo was beginning, like the ensemble of some +vast, spectacular play; and the stage was managed by Nature +herself, creator of the harmony of colors. The dark, glossy green +of live oak, the tender green of new willow leaves, the pale green +of the mustard half buried in the paler yellow of its blossoms, had +here and there a splash of orange and blue, where the poppies were +refusing to give place to the lupines which April wished to leave +for May, when she came smiling to dwell for one sweet month in the +valley. The poppies had had their day. March had brought them, and +then had gone away and left them for the April showers to pelt and +play with; and now, when the redwoods on the mountainsides were +singing that May was almost here, a whole slope of poppies lingered +rebelliously to nod and peer and preen over the delights of the +valley just below. The lupines were shaking their blue heads +distressfully at the impertinence; and then here came the vaqueros +galloping, and even the lupines and poppies forgot their dispute in +the excitement of watching the fun.</p> +<p>As the roundups of our modern cattlemen "ride circle," so did +those velvet-jacketed, silver-braided horsemen gallop forth in +pairs from a common center that was the chosen rodeo ground. As if +they were tracing the invisible spokes of a huge wheel laid flat +and filling the valley from mountain range to mountain range, they +rode out until they had reached the approximate rim of the circle. +Then, turning, they rode more slowly back to the rodeo ground, +driving before them the cattle they found there.</p> +<p>Not cattle only; here and there an antelope herd was caught in +the circle and ran bewilderedly toward the common center; beautiful +creatures with great eyes beseeching the human things to be kind, +even while riatas were hissing over their trembling backs. Many a +rider rode into camp with an antelope haunch tied to his gorgeous +red and black saddle; and the wooden spits held delicious bits of +antelope steak that night, broiling over the coals while the +vaqueros sang old Spanish love-songs to lighten the time of +waiting.</p> +<p>A gallant company, they. A care-free, laughter-loving, brave +company, with every man a rider to make his womenfolk prate of his +skill to all who would listen; with every man a lover of love and +of life and the primitive joys of life. They worked, that company, +and they made of their work a game that every man of them loved to +play. And Dade, loving the things they loved and living the life +they lived, speedily forgot that there was still an undercurrent of +antagonism beneath that surface of work and play and jokes and +songs and impromptu riding and roping contests (from which +José Pacheco was laughingly barred because of his skill and +in which Dade himself was, somehow, never invited to join). He +forgot that the antagonism was there—except when he came face +to face with Manuel, perhaps, or when he chanced to see on the face +of José a brooding look of dissatisfaction, and guessed that +he was thinking of Jack and Teresita.</p> +<a name="2HCH0016"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> +<center>"FOR WEAPONS I CHOOSE RIATAS"</center> +<p>There must have been a good deal of gossip amongst the vaqueros +of the various ranches, as they rode on circle or lay upon their +saddle blankets around the evening camp-fires. As is ever the case +when a man is young, handsome, rich, and holds proudly the gold +medal which proclaims him the champion of the whole State—the +golden disk which many a young vaquero longed to wrest from him in +a fair test of skill—there were those who would rather like +to see José humbled. True, they would never choose an alien +to do the humbling, and the possibility was discussed with various +head-shakings amongst themselves.</p> +<p>But there were the Picardo vaqueros stanchly swearing by all the +saints they knew that these two gringos were not as other gringos; +that these two were worthy a place amongst true Californians. Could +they not see that this Señor Hunter was as themselves? And +he was not more Spanish in his speech and his ways than was the +Señor Allen, albeit the Señor Allen's eyes were blue +as the lupines, and his hair the color of the madrona bark when it +grows dark with age—or nearly the color. And he could shoot, +that blue-eyed one!</p> +<p>Valencia, having an audience of a dozen or more one night, grew +eloquent upon the prowess of the blue-eyed one. And the audience, +listening, vowed that they would like to see him matched against +José, who thought himself supreme in everything.</p> +<p>"Not in fighting," amended Valencia, his teeth gleaming white in +the fire-glow, as he leaned to pull a brand from the blaze that he +might relight the cigarette which had gone out while he told the +tale of that running fight, when the two Americanos had shamed a +whole crowd of gringos—for so did Valencia make nice +distinction of names.</p> +<p>"Not in fighting, amigos, nor yet in love! And because he knows +that it is so, the cheeks of Don José hang slack, and he +rides with chin upon his breast, when he thinks no one is looking. +The medalla oro is his, yes. But he would gladly give it for that +which the Señor Allen possesses. Me, I think that the +Señor Allen could as easily win also the medalla oro as he +has won the other prize." There was a certain fineness in Valencia +that would never permit his tongue to fling the name of the +Señorita Teresa amongst these vaqueros; but he was sure that +they caught his meaning.</p> +<p>"Dios! me, I should like to see him try," cried a tall San +Vincente rider, shifting his position to ease a cramp in his long +leg; and his tone was neither contemptuous nor even doubtful, but +merely eager for the excitement there would be in the +spectacle.</p> +<p>Some one in the shadows turned and walked quickly away to +another fire-glow with its ring of Rembrandt figures and faces, and +none save Valencia knew that it was Manuel gone to tell his master +what had been said. Valencia smiled while he smoked.</p> +<p>Presently José was listening unwillingly to Manuel's +spite-tinged version of the talk at the San Vincente camp. "The +vaqueros are making a mock of thy bravery and thy skill!" Manuel +declared, with more passion than truth. "They would see thee +beaten, in fight as well as in love—"</p> +<p>The stiffening of José's whole figure stopped Manuel +short but not dissatisfied, for he saw there was no need that he +should speak a single word more upon the subject.</p> +<p>"They shall see him try, unless he is a coward." The voice of +José was muffled by the rage that filled him.</p> +<p>So it came to pass that Manuel saddled his best mustang within +an hour and rode away to the north. And when Valencia strolled +artlessly to the Pacheco fire and asked for him, José +hesitated perceptibly before he replied that Manuel had gone home +with a message to the foreman there.</p> +<p>Valencia grinned his widest when he heard that, and over two +cigarettes he pondered the matter. Being a shrewd young man with an +instinct for nosing out mysteries, he flung all uncertainty away +with the stub of his second cigarette and sought Dade.</p> +<p>He found him standing alone beside a deep, still pool, staring +at the shadows and the moon-painted picture in the middle, and +looking as if his thoughts were gone on far journeys. Valencia was +too full of his news to heed the air of absolute detachment that +surrounded Dade. He went straight to the heart of his subject and +as a precaution against eavesdropping he put his meaning into the +best English he knew.</p> +<p>"José, she's dam-mad on Señor Jack," he began +eagerly. "She's hear talk lak she's no good vaquero. Me, I hear San +Vincente vaqueros talk, and Manuel she's hear also and run queeck +for tella José. José she's lak for keela Señor +Jack. Manuel, she's ride lak hell for say José, she lak for +fight Señor Jack. Me, I theenk Señor Jack keela +José pretty dam-queeck!"</p> +<p>Dade had come to know Valencia very well; he turned now and eyed +him with some suspicion.</p> +<p>"Are you sure?" he asked, in the tone that demanded a truthful +answer. He had seen Manuel ride away in the white light of the +moon, and he had wondered a little and then had forgotten all about +it in the spell of utter loneliness which the moon brings to those +who are cheated by Fate from holding what they most desire.</p> +<p>"Sure, me." Valencia's tone was convincingly positive. "Manuel, +she's go lak hell for tella Señor Jack, José, she's +lak for fight duelo. Sure. That's right."</p> +<p>Dade swung back and stared moodily at the moon-painted pool +where the trout, deceived by the brightness into thinking it was +day, started widening ripple-rings here and there, where they +flicked the surface with slaty noses; and the wavering rings were +gold-tipped until they slid into the shadows and were lost. Dade +watched three rings start in the center and ripple the whole +pool.</p> +<p>"How quick could you get to the rancho?" he asked abruptly, just +as Valencia's spirits were growing heavy with disappointment. +"Could you overtake Manuel, do you think?"</p> +<p>"Me, I could with the caballo which I have in +mind—Noches—I could pass Manuel upon the way, though he +had two more hours the start of me!" English was too slow now for +Valencia's eagerness. "Manuel is fat, and he is not young, and he +will not ride too fast for his fat to endure. Also he will stop at +the Pacheco hacienda for breakfast, and to rest his bones. Me, I +can be at the rancho two hours before Manuel, Señor."</p> +<p>Valencia was not a deceitful young man, as deceit goes; but he +wanted very much to be sent in haste to the ranch, for he was +itching with curiosity to know the truth of this matter and if he +were indeed right. If Manuel had gone bearing a challenge from +José to the Señor Jack, then he wanted to know the +answer as soon as possible. Also there was Felice, the daughter of +Carlos, whose lips lured him with their sweetness. Truly, Valencia +would promise any miracle of speed.</p> +<p>The pool lay calm as the face of a dead child. Dade stooped and +tossed a pebble into it as if that stillness troubled him. He took +his cigarette from his lips, looked at the glowing tip, and over it +at the eager face of Valencia.</p> +<p>"We mustn't let them fight. Take Noches and ride like the devil +was at your heels. Get there ahead of Manuel and tell Jack—" +He stopped there and bit his lips to hurry his slow thoughts. "Tell +Jack he must go to town right away, because—well, tell him +Bill Wilson—"</p> +<p>Valencia's face had been lengthening comically, but hope began +to live again in his eyes. "If the señor would write what he +wishes to say while I am making ready for the start, he will then +have more time to think of what is best. The moon will ride clear +to-night; and the sun will find me at the rancho, Señor. Me, +I have ridden Noches one hundred miles without rest, before now; +these sixty will be play for us both."</p> +<p>"Gracias, Valencia." Dade dropped a hand gratefully upon the +shoulder of the other. "I'll write a note, but you must do your +part also. You know your people, and I know Jack; if those two +fight, the trouble will spread like fire in the grass; for Don +José has many friends to take up the quarrel. You've had a +long day in the saddle, amigo, and the sixty miles will not be +play. I would not ask it if the need were less urgent—but you +must beat Manuel. If you don't, Jack will accept the challenge; and +once he does that—" he flung out both hands in his +characteristic gesture of impatience or helplessness.</p> +<p>"Sí, Señor. If the saints permit, Manuel shall not +see him first." It was like Valencia to shift the responsibility +from his own conscience to the shoulders of the saints, for now he +could ride with a lighter heart. Perhaps he was even sincere when +he made the promise; but there were sixty miles of moonlight in +which his desire could ride with him and tempt him; and of a truth, +Valencia did greatly desire to see those two come together in +combat!</p> +<p>The saints were kind to Valencia, but they were also grimly +just. Because he so greatly desired an excuse for delay, they +tricked Noches with a broken willow branch that in the deceptive +moonlight appeared to be but the shadow of the branch above it. It +caught him just under an outflung knee as he galloped and flipped +him neatly, heels to the stars. He did not struggle to his feet +even when Valencia himself, a bit dazed by the fall, pulled upon +the reins and called to him to rise. The horse lay inert, a +steaming, black mass in the road. The moon was sliding down behind +the Santa Cruz Mountains, and the chill breeze whispered that dawn +was coming fast upon the trail of the moonbeams.</p> +<p>Valencia, when he saw that Noches would never gallop again, +because he had managed to break his sweat-lathered neck in the +fall, sat down beside the trail and rolled a corn-husk cigarette. +His mood swung from regret over the passing of as fleet and true a +horse as ever he bestrode, to gratitude to the saints for their +timely hindrance of his prompt delivery of the note. Truly it was +now no fault of his that he could never reach the hacienda before +Manuel! He would have to walk and carry his saddle, heavy with +silver and wide skirts of stamped leather; and he was a long way +from the end of his journey, when he must cover the distance with +his own feet. Eight or ten miles, he estimated it roughly; for he +had passed José's hacienda some time before, and had +resisted the temptation to turn aside and find out if Manuel were +there or had gone on. He had not passed Manuel in the trail as he +had boasted that he would do, and not once had he glimpsed him +anywhere, though there had been places where the road lay straight, +and he could see it clear in the moonlight for a mile or more.</p> +<p>When he had finished the cigarette and his thanks to +Fate—or whatever power had delayed him—he removed his +saddle and bridle from the horse and went on; and it was then that +he began to understand that he must do a penance for desiring war +rather than peace amongst his fellows. Valencia, after the first +hour of tramping with his saddle on his shoulders, had lost a good +deal of his enthusiasm for the duel he felt sure was already a +certainty.</p> +<p>When he left the road for a straight cut to the hacienda, the +wild range cattle hindered him with their curiosity, so that, using +all the methods known to a seasoned vaquero for driving them back, +his progress had been slow. But he finally came out into the road +again and was plodding along the stone wall within half a mile of +the house, his face very disconsolate because of his protesting +feet and the emptiness in his stomach, when Manuel himself +confronted him suddenly coming from the house.</p> +<p>Manuel was looking well pleased with himself, in spite of his +night ride. He pulled up and stared wide-eyed at Valencia, who had +no smile with which to greet him but swore instead a pensive +oath.</p> +<p>"Dios! Is it for a wager that you travel thus?" grinned Manuel, +abominably comfortable upon a great, sorrel horse that pranced all +round Valencia in its anxiety to be upon its way home. "Look you, +Valencia! Since you are travelling, you had best go and tell the +padres to make ready the sacrament for your gringo friend, that +blue-eyed one; for truly his time on earth is short!"</p> +<p>Valencia, at that, looked up into Manuel's face and smiled in +spite of the pain in his feet and the emptiness in his stomach.</p> +<p>"Does it please you, then, Valencia? All night I rode to bear a +message to that blue-eyed one who thinks himself supremo in all +things; a challenge from Don José, to fight a duelo if he is +not a coward; so did José write. 'Unless you are afraid to +meet me'—and the vanity of that blue-eyed one is great, +Valencia. Of a truth, the man is loco. What think you, Valencia? He +had the right to choose the weapons—and José believed +that he would choose those pistols of which you make so much talk. +Madre de Dios! What says the blue-eyed one, then?—and laughed +in my face while he spoke the words! 'Go tell Don José I +will fight him whenever and wherever he likes; and for weapons I +choose riatas.' Heard you anything—"</p> +<p>"Riatas!" Valencia's jaw dropped an inch before he remembered +that Manuel's eyes were sharp and eager to read the thoughts of a +man in the twitching muscles of his face.</p> +<p>"Sí, riatas!" Manuel's whole fat body shook with +laughter. "Even you, who are wholly bewitched by those gringos, +even you are dismayed! Tell me, Valencia, have you seen him lasso +anything?"</p> +<p>But Valencia, having pulled himself together, merely lifted his +shoulders and smiled wisely, so that even Manuel was almost +deceived into believing that Valencia's faith was great because it +was built upon a secret knowledge of what the blue-eyed one could +do.</p> +<p>"Me, I heard you boasting to those San Vincente vaqueros," +Manuel accused, shifting the talk to generalities. "And the +Señor Hunter boasts also that the blue-eyed one is supremo +with the riata, as he is with everything else!" The tone of Manuel +was exceeding bitter. "Well, he will have the chance to prove what +he can do. No gringo can come among us Californians and flap the +wings and crow upon the tule thatch for naught. There has been +overmuch crowing, Valencia. Me, I am glad that boaster must do +something more than crow upon the thatch, Valencia!"</p> +<p>"Sí, there has been overmuch crowing," Valencia retorted, +giving to his smile the lift that made it a sneer, "but the thatch +has not been of Picardo tules. Me, I think they grew within hearing +of the mission bells of Santa Clara! And the gallo [rooster] which +crows is old and fat, and feeds too much upon the grapes that are +sour! Adios! I must haste to give congratulations to the +Señor Jack, that he will have opportunity to wring the necks +of those loud-crowing gallos of the Pacheco thatches."</p> +<p>Whereupon he picked up his saddle and walked on, very straight +in the back and patently unashamed of the injustice of his charge; +for it was the crowing of Valencia himself beside the San Vincente +camp-fire that had brought Manuel with the message, and Valencia +knew that perfectly well.</p> +<p>The family of Don Andres had been breakfasting upon the wide +veranda when Manuel strode grimly across the patio and confronted +them. They were still seated there when Valencia, having deposited +his riding gear at the saddle-hut, limped to the steps and stood +with his sunny smile upon his face and his sombrero brim trailing +the dust. It seemed to Valencia that the don was displeased; he +read it in the set of his head, in the hardness that was in his +glance, in a certain inflexible quality of his voice.</p> +<p>"Ah, Valencia," he said, rising as if the interruption was to +put an end to his lingering there, "you also seem to have ridden in +haste from the rodeo. Truly, I think that same rodeo has been but +the breeding-ground of gossip and ill-feeling, and is like to bear +bitter fruit. Well, you have a message, I'll warrant. What is +it?"</p> +<p>Valencia's mien was respectful almost to the point of humility. +"The majordomo sent me with a letter, which I was to deliver into +the hands of the Señor Allen," he said simply. "My hope was +that I might arrive before Manuel"—he caught a flicker of +wrath in the eyes of the don at the name and smiled +inwardly—"but the moonlight played tricks upon the trail, and +my caballo tripped upon a willow-branch and fell upon his head so +that his neck was twisted. I was forced to walk and carry the +saddle, and there were times when the cattle interrupted with their +foolish curiosity, and I must stop and set the riata hissing to +frighten them back, else they would perchance have trampled me. So +I fear that I arrive too late, Don Andres. But truly I did my best; +a full hour behind Manuel I started, and have walked ten miles of +the sixty. The saints know well—"</p> +<p>Don Andres checked his apologies with a wave of the hand, and +sat down somewhat heavily in his favorite chair, as if he were +tired, though the day was but fairly begun.</p> +<p>"We do not doubt your zeal," he observed dryly. "Give the letter +to the señor and begone to your breakfast. And," he added +impressively, "wait you and rest well until the answer is ready; +for perchance there will be further need to test the kindness of +the saints—and the speed of a horse."</p> +<p>Valencia fumbled within his sash and brought forth the small, +folded square of paper, went up two steps and placed it in Jack's +upturned palm, gave Jack also a glance more kindly and loyal than +ever he had received from that minx, Teresita, and went away to the +vaqueros' quarters. Valencia had learned nothing from the meeting, +except that the don was in one of his rare fits of ill-temper.</p> +<p>"Yet I know that there will be a duelo," he comforted himself +with thinking, as he limped wearily across the patio. "The face of +the patron is black because of it, and a little devil-flame burns +in the eyes of the señorita because for love of her men +would fight—(Such is the way of women, to joy in those things +which should give them, fear!)—and the señora's face +is sagged with worry, and Señor Jack—ah, there is the +fighting look in those eyes! Never have I seen them so dark: like +the bay when a storm is riding upon the wind. And it will be +riatas—for so Manuel told me. Me, I will wager my saddle upon +the Señor Jack, even though riatas be the weapons. For he is +wily, that blue-eyed one; never would he choose the rawhide unless +he knew its hiss as he knows his own heartbeats. Let it be riatas, +then, if so the señor chooses!"</p> +<a name="2HCH0017"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> +<center>A FIESTA WE SHALL HAVE</center> +<p>Jack, unfolding the crumpled paper, read twice the note from +Dade, and at each reading gave a little snort. He folded the paper, +unfolded it and read again:</p> +<pre> + "Dear Jack, + + "If José wants to fight, take a fool's advice and don't. Better + quit the ranch and go back to town for a while—Valencia will + get there ahead of Manuel, he says, and you can pull out before + Manuel shows up. A licking might do José good, but it would stir + up a lot of trouble and raise hell all around, so crawl into any hole + you come to. I'll quit as soon as rodeo is over, and meet you in + town. Now don't be bull-headed. Let your own feelings go into + the discard for once, and do what's best for the whole valley. + Everything's going smooth here. Noah's dove ain't got any the best of + me and José, and the boys are working fine. + + "Dade." +</pre> +<p>"At least your majordomo agrees with you, Don Andres," he said, +twisting the note unthinkingly in his fingers. "Dade wants me to +sneak off to town and hide in Bill Wilson's cellar." There was more +resentment in his tone than the note itself had put there; for the +argument which Valencia had unwittingly interrupted had been +threatening to become acrimonious.</p> +<p>"My majordomo," replied Don Andres, his habitual courtesy just +saving the words from becoming a retort, "continues to show that +rare good sense which first attracted me to him."</p> +<p>The señora moved uneasily in her chair and smiled +deprecatingly at Jack, then imploringly at her husband. This was +washing day, and those shiftless ones within would overlook half +the linen unless she was on the spot to watch and direct. But these +two had come to their first clash of wills, and her husband had +little liking for such firm defiance of his wishes. Well she knew +the little weather-signs in his face. When his eyebrows took just +that tilt, and when the nostrils were drawn in and quivered with +his breathing, then was it wise that she should remain by his side. +The señora knew well that words are never so harsh between +the male of our species when their women are beside them. So, +suffering mental torment because of the careless peonas, she, +nevertheless, sent Teresita after the fine, linen apron from which +she meant to remove a whole two inches of woof for the new pattern +of drawnwork which the Donna Lucia had sent her. She would remain +as a buffer between these two whose eyes were too hard when they +looked at each other.</p> +<p>"It seems a pity that young men nowadays cannot contain +themselves without quarreling," sighed the señora, acting +upon the theory that anger is most dangerous when it is silent, and +so giving the conversational ball a push.</p> +<p>"Is there no way, Señor, in which you might avert this +trouble? Truly it saddens me to think of it, for José has +been as my own son. His mother and I were as twin sisters, +Señor, and his mother prayed me to watch over him when she +had gone. 'Sí, madre mia' would he tell me, when I gave him +the good counsel. And now he comes no more, and he wants to fight +the duelo! Is there no way, Señor?"</p> +<p>The hardness left Jack's lips but not his eyes, while he looked +from her to the don, smoking imperturbably his cigar beside +her.</p> +<p>"There is no way, Señora, except for a coward. I have +done what I could; I know that José's skill is great with +riatas, and the choice was mine. I might have said pistols," he +reminded her gently, but with meaning.</p> +<p>The plump hands of the señora went betrayingly into the +air and her earrings tinkled with the horror that shook her +cushiony person. "Not pistols! No, no—for then José +would surely be killed! Gracias, Señor! With riatas my +José can surely give good account of himself. Three times +has he won the medalla oro in fair contest. He is a wizard with the +rawhide. Myself, I have wept with pride to see him throw it at the +fiestas—"</p> +<p>"Mother mine, Margarita would have you come at once," the +señorita interrupted her. "Little Francisco has burned his +legs with hot water, and Margarita thinks that your +poultice—"</p> +<p>With twittering exclamations of dismay over the, accident the +two women hurried away to minister to the burned legs of Francisco, +and Jack rose and flung away his cigarette. His mouth had again the +stubborn look which Dade knew so well, and dreaded also.</p> +<p>"I am sorry for this unpleasantness," he said perfunctorily, +stopping before Don Andres. "But as I told the señora, I +have done all that I can do. I have named riatas. I don't think +even you, Don Andres, could ask more of me. Surely you wouldn't +want to know that your roof had sheltered a coward?"</p> +<p>Don Andres waved away the challenge which the question carried. +"Still, it seems a pity that my family must be made the subject of +gossip because of the foolishness of two young men," he said +doggedly, returning to his argument. "They will say that it is +because of my daughter that you fight; and the friendship of years +must be set aside while two hot-heads vent their silly +spite—"</p> +<p>"It need not." Jack's head went up an inch. "I can leave your +employ, Don Andres, at any moment. There is no need for you to be +caught between the duties of hospitality and those of friendship. I +can do anything—I am willing to do anything—except +crawl into a hole, as Dade wrote for me to do." A fine, spirited +picture he made, standing there with the flames of wrath in his +eyes and with neck stiff and his jaws set hard together.</p> +<p>Don Andres looked up at him with secret approval. He did not +love a coward, and truly, this young fellow was brave. And +José had deliberately sought the quarrel from the first; +justice compelled him to remember that.</p> +<p>"If it might be arranged—" The don was studying the +situation and the man together. "Almost have I grasped the thread +that will unravel the whole. No, no! I do not mean your going, +Señor. That would but limber the tongue of scandal; and +besides, I do not mean that I withdraw my friendship from you. A +man must be narrow, indeed, if he cannot carry more than one +friendship in his soul.</p> +<p>"Sit you down, Señor, while I think a moment," he urged. +"Surely it can be arranged without hurt to the fair name +of—of any. Riatas—ah, now I have it, Señor! +Dullard, not to have thought of it at once! Truly must I be in my +dotage!" He did not mean that, of course, and he was quite openly +pleased when Jack smiled and shook his head.</p> +<p>"Listen, Señor, and tell me if the plan is not a good +one! To-morrow Valencia shall ride back to the rodeo, with a +message to all from me, Don Andres Picardo. I shall proclaim a +fiesta, Señor—such a fiesta as even Monterey never +rivaled in the good old days when we were subject to his Majesty, +the King. A fiesta we shall have, as soon as may be after the rodeo +is over. There will be sports such as you Americanos know nothing +of, Señor. And there openly, before all the people, you +shall contest with José for a prize which I shall give, and +for the medalla oro if you will; for you shall have the privilege +of challenging José, the champion, to contest for the +medalla. And there will be a prize—and I doubt not—" He +was thinking that there would probably be two prizes, though only +one which he could proclaim publicly.</p> +<p>"Myself, I shall write to José and beg him to consider +the honor of his father's name and of the name of his father's +friend, and consent that the duelo shall take place under the guise +of sport. It must not be to the death, Señor. Myself, I +shall insist that it shall not be to the death. Before all the +people, and women, and niños—and besides, I do not +wish that José should—" There again he checked +himself, and Jack's lips twitched at the meaning he read into the +break.</p> +<p>"But if there should be an accident?" Jack's eyes probed for the +soul of the old man; the real soul of the Spanish grandee under the +broad-minded, easy-natured, Californian gentleman. He probed, and +he thought he found what he was seeking; he thought it showed for +just an instant in his eyes and in the upward lift of his white +mustache.</p> +<p>"An accident would be deplorable, Señor," he said. "We +will hope that there will be no accident. Still, José is a +very devil when the riata is hissing over his head, and he rides +recklessly. Señor, permit me to warn you that José is +a demon in the saddle. Not for nothing does he hold the medalla +oro."</p> +<p>"Gracias, Don Andres. I shall remember," said Jack, and walked +away to the stables.</p> +<p>He felt that the heart of Don Andres Picardo was warring with +his intelligence. That although his wide outlook and his tolerance +would make friends of the gringos and of the new +government—and quite sincerely—still, the heart of him +was true Spanish; and the fortunes of his own blood-kin would send +it beating fast or slow in sympathy, while his brain weighed nicely +the ethics of the struggle. Jack was not much given to analyzing +the inner workings of a man's mind and heart, but he carried with +him a conviction that it was so.</p> +<p>He hunted up Diego, and found him putting a deal of gratuitous +labor upon the silver trimmings of the new saddle. Diego being the +peon in whose behalf Jack had last winter interfered with Perkins, +his gratitude took the form of secret polishings upon the splendid +riding-gear, the cleaning of Jack's boots and such voluntary +services. Now the silver crescents which Teresita ridiculed were +winking up at him to show they could grow no brighter, and he was +attacking vigorously the "milky way" that rode behind the high +cantle. Diego grinned bashfully when Jack's shadow flung itself +across the saddle and so announced his coming, and stood up and +waited humbly before the white señor who had fought for him, +a mere peon, born to kicks and cursings rather than to kindness, +and so had won the very soul of him.</p> +<p>"Bueno," praised Jack patronizingly. "Now I have some real work +for you, Diego, and it must be done quickly and well."</p> +<p>"Gracias, Señor," murmured Diego, abashed by such favor, +and bowed low before his god.</p> +<p>"The riata must be dressed now, Diego, and dressed until it is +soft as a silken cord, sinuous as the green snakes that live in the +streams, and not one strand must be frayed and weakened. Sabe? Too +long have I neglected to have it done, and now it must be done in +haste—and done well. Can you dress it so that it will be the +most perfect riata in California, Diego?" A twinkle was in Jack's +eyes, but Diego was too dazzled by the graciousness of his god to +see it there. He made obeisance more humble than before.</p> +<p>"Sí, Señor," he promised breathlessly. "Never has +riata been dressed as this riata shall be. By the Holy Mother I +swear it."</p> +<p>"Bueno. For listen! Much may hang upon the strength and the +softness of it." He fixed his eyes sternly upon the abject one. "It +may mean my life or my death, Diego. For in a contest with Don +José Pacheco will I use it."</p> +<p>"Sí, Señor," gasped Diego, awed into trembling. +"By my soul I swear—"</p> +<p>"You needn't. Save some of your energy for the rawhide. You'll +want all you've got before you're through." Jack, having made an +impression deep enough to satisfy the most exacting of masters, +dropped to his natural tone and speech. "Get some one to help, and +come with me to the orchard."</p> +<p>From the saddle-house he brought the six-strand, rawhide riata +which Manuel had bought for him and which his carelessness had left +still stiff and unwieldy, and walked slowly into the orchard, +examining critically each braided strand as he went. Manuel, he +decided, was right; the riata was perfect.</p> +<p>Diego, trailing two horsehair ropes and carrying a stout, smooth +stick of oak that had evidently been used before for the work, came +running after Jack as if he were going to put out a fire. Behind +him trotted a big, muscular peon who saw not half the reason for +haste that blazoned itself across the soul of Diego.</p> +<p>Thus the three reached the orchard, where Jack selected two pear +trees that happened to stand a few feet more than the riata length +apart; and Diego, slipping a hair rope through the hondo of the +riata, made fast the rope to a pear tree. The other end he tied to +the second hair rope, drew the riata taut and tied the rope +securely to the second tree. He picked up the oaken stick, examined +it critically for the last time, although he knew well that it was +polished smooth as glass from its work on other riatas, twisted the +riata once around it and signed to the other peon.</p> +<p>Each grasping an end of the stick and throwing all their weight +against it, they pushed it before them along the stretched riata. +As they strained toward the distant pear tree the rawhide smoked +with the friction of the stick in the twist. It was killing work, +that first trip from tree to tree, but Diego joyed in thus serving +his blue-eyed god. As for the other, Roberto, he strained stolidly +along the line, using the strength that belonged to his master the +patron just as matter-of-factly as he had used it since he was old +enough to be called a man.</p> +<p>Jack, leaning against a convenient tree in the next row, smoked +a cigarette and watched their slow, toilsome progress. Killing work +it was, but the next trip would be easier after that rendering of +the stiff tissue. When the stick touched the hondo, the two stopped +and panted for a minute; then Diego grasped his end of the stick +and signaled the return trip. Again it took practically every ounce +of strength they had in their muscular bodies, but they could move +steadily now, instead of in straining, spasmodic jerks. The rawhide +sizzled where it curled around the stick. They reached the end and +stopped, and Jack commanded them to sit down and have a smoke +before they did more.</p> +<p>"It is nothing, Señor. We can continue, since the +señor has need of haste," panted Diego, brushing from his +eyes the sweat that dripped from his eyebrows.</p> +<p>"Not such haste that you need to kill yourselves at it," grinned +Jack, and went to examine the riata. Those two trips had +accomplished much towards making it a pliable, live thing in the +hands of one skilled to direct its snaky dartings here and there, +wherever one willed it to go. Many trips it would require before +the riata was perfect, and then—</p> +<p>"The señor is early at his prayers," observed a soft, +mocking voice behind him.</p> +<p>Jack dropped the riata and turned, his whole face smiling a +welcome. But Teresita was in one of her perverse moods and the +mockery was not all in her voice; her eyes were maddeningly full of +it as she looked from him to the stretched riata.</p> +<p>"The señor is wise to tell the twists in his riata as I +tell my beads—a prayer for each," she cooed. "For truly he +will need the prayers, and a riata that will perform miracles of +its own accord, if he would fight José with rawhide." There +was the little twist of her lips afterward which Jack had come to +know well and to recognize as a bull recognizes the red serape of +the matador.</p> +<p>"Señor," she added impressively, holding back her hair +from blowing across her face and gazing at him wide-eyed, with a +wicked assumption of guileless innocence, "at the Mission San +José there is a very old and very wise woman. She lives in a +tule hut behind the very walls of the Mission, and the Indians go +to her by night when dreams have warned them that death threatens. +She is a terribly wise old woman, Señor, for she can look +into the past and part the curtain which hides the future. For gold +will she part it. And for gold will she put the curse or the +blessing where curse or blessing is needed most. Go you to the old +woman and have her put a blessing upon the riata when it is dressed +and you have prayed your prayers upon it, Señor! For five +pesos will she bless it and command it to fly straight wherever the +señor desires that it shall fly. Then can you meet +José and not tremble so that the spur-bells tinkle."</p> +<p>Jack went hot inside of him, but he made his lips smile at the +jest; for so do brave men try to make light of torment, whether it +be fire or flood or the tongue of the woman they love.</p> +<p>"All right," he said. "And I think I'll have the judges rule +that the fight shall be at fifty paces, as I would if we were to +fight with pistols." He tried to keep his irritation out of his +voice, but there must have been enough to betray him.</p> +<p>For Teresita smiled pleasedly and sent another barb. "It would +be wise. For truly, José's equal has never been seen, and +caballeros I have known who would swear that José's riata +can stretch to fifty paces and more to find its mark."</p> +<p>"Is it anxiety for me that makes you so solicitous?" demanded +Jack, speaking low so that the peons could not overhear.</p> +<p>"Perhaps—and perhaps it is pride; for I know well the +skill and the bravery of my José." Again the twist of her +pretty, pouting lips, blood-red and tempting.</p> +<p>Her José! For just a minute the face of Teresita showed +vague to him before his wrathful eyes.</p> +<p>"When you tell your beads again, Señorita," he advised +her crisply, "say a prayer or two for your José also. For I +promise you now that I will shame him before your face, and if he +lives afterward to seek your sympathy, it will be by grace of my +mercy!"</p> +<p>"Santa Maria, what a fierce señor!" Her laughter mocked +him. "Till the fiesta I shall pray—for you!" Then she turned +and ran, looking over her shoulder now and again to laugh at +him.</p> +<p>Always before, when she had teased and flouted and fled +laughing, Jack had pursued her with long strides, and in the first +sequestered nook had made her lips pay a penalty. But this time he +stood still and let her go—which must have puzzled the +señorita very much, and perhaps piqued her pride as well. +For the girl who flouts and then flees laughing surely invites +pursuit and an inexorable exaction of the penalty. And if she is +left to flee in safety, then must the flouted one pay for his +stupidity, and pay high in the coin of love.</p> +<a name="2HCH0018"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> +<center>WHAT IS LOVE WORTH?</center> +<p>Valencia swung down from his belathered horse as lightly as +though he had not spent seven hours in the saddle and during those +seven hours had covered more miles than he would have years to +live. His smile was wide and went as deep as his emotions had thus +far plumbed his nature, and his voice had the exultant note of a +child who has wonderful news to tell. He gave Dade a letter, and +his very gesture was triumphant; and the eyes were eager that +watched his majordomo read. He bubbled with words that he would +like to say, but he waited.</p> +<p>"So you didn't get there in time, after all," Dade observed, +looking up from Jack's characteristic signature, in which the tail +of the "k" curled around the whole like a mouse lying asleep. +"Manuel came back this morning, and the whole camp is talking +nothing but duelo. I thought you said—"</p> +<p>"Señor, the saints would not permit that I should arrive +first," Valencia explained virtuously. "A stick tripped Noches and +he fell, and broke his neck in the fall. The señor knows +well the saints had a hand in that, for hundreds of horses fall +every day thus without hurt. Never before in my life have I seen a +horse die thus, Señor! I was compelled to walk and carry the +saddle, yet such haste I made that Manuel met me by the stone wall +as he was leaving. And at least twelve miles I walked—"</p> +<p>"Oh, all right," Dade waved away further apology. "I reckon you +did your best; it can't be helped now. They're going to fight with +riatas, Manuel says. Is that right?"</p> +<p>"But not the duelo, Señor—no, but in the contest. +For sport, that all may witness, and choose who is champion, after +the bull-fighting, and the—"</p> +<p>"What are you talking about, man?" Dade's hand fell heavily upon +the shoulder of Valencia, swaying his whole body with the impact. +"Are you loco, to talk of bull-fightings?"</p> +<p>"It is the fiesta, Señor! The patron himself has +proclaimed the grand fiesta, such as they have in Monterey, only +this will be greater; and then those two will fight their duelo +with riatas, yes; but not to the death, Señor. The patron +himself has declared it. For the medalla oro and also for a prize +will they fight; and the prize—what think you, +Señor?"</p> +<p>Valencia, a-quiver with eagerness, laid a slim hand upon the +braided front of Dade's close-fitting buckskin jacket.</p> +<p>"The prize will be Solano! That beautiful +caballo—beautiful even as thy Surry—which the patron +has not permitted rawhide to touch, except for the branding. Like +the sunshine he is, with his hair of gold; and the tail that waves +to his heels is like the ripples on the bay at sunrise. Who wins +the duelo shall have Solano for his own, and shall ride him before +all the people; for such is the patron's word. From his own lips I +heard it! Me, I think that will be the greatest sport of all, for +he is wild as the deer on the mountain slopes—that yellow +caballo, and strong as the bull which the patron will choose to +fight the grizzly he will bring from the mountains.</p> +<p>"Listen, Señor! The mother of Solano was a she-devil +under the saddle, and killed two men by throwing herself upon them; +and the sire was Satanas, of whom stories are told around the +camp-fires as far south as San Luis Obispo.</p> +<p>"Ah, he is wise, the patron! 'Then let them also prove their +courage in other ways. Let the victor pray to the saints and ride +Solano, who is five years old and has never felt the riata since he +left his mother's side—who was a devil.' Me, I heard the soul +of the patron speak thus, while the lips of the patron said to +me:</p> +<p>"'Go back to the rodeo, Valencia, and proclaim to all that I +will give the grand fiesta with sports to please all. Tell them +that already two have agreed to contest with riatas for a +prize—' Look you, Señor, how wily is the +patron!—'And for the prize I name the gelding, Solano, who +has never known weight of saddle. Tell them, Valencia, that the +victor shall ride his prize for all the crowd to see. And if he is +thrown, then Solano will be forfeit to the other, who must ride him +also. There will be other sports and other prizes, Valencia, and +others may contest in riding, in the lassoing and tying of wild +steers, in running. But say that Don José Pacheco and the +Señor Jack Allen will contest with riatas for the possession +of Solano.' Ah, Señor—"</p> +<p>"Ah, Valencia, why not scatter some of your enthusiasm over the +other camp-fires?" Dade broke in quizzically. "Go and proclaim it, +then. Tell the San Vincente men, and the Las Uvas, and all the +other vaqueros."</p> +<p>Valencia, grinned and departed, leaving behind him in the loose +sand tracks more than three feet apart to show how eager was his +obedience; and Dade sat down upon a dead log that had been dragged +to the Picardo camp-fire, to consider how this new phase of the +affair would affect the temper of the people who owned such warm +hearts and such hot heads.</p> +<p>A fiesta, with the duelo fought openly under the guise of a +contest for the medal and a prize which was well worth any man's +best efforts—surely, Don Andres was wily, as Valencia said. +But with all the people of the valley there to see, their +partisanship inflamed by the wine of festivity and the excitement +of the sports themselves—what then?</p> +<p>Dade thoughtfully rolled a corn-husk cigarette, and tried to +peer into the future. As it looked to him, he and Jack were rather +between the devil and the deep sea. If Jack were beaten, they would +be scorned and crowed over and humiliated beyond endurance. Neither +was made of the stuff to stand much of that, and they would +probably wind up with both hands and their hats full of trouble. +And to himself he admitted that there was a fair chance of that +very result. He had not been blind, and José had not shrunk +into the background when there was riata-work and riding to be done +on the rodeo ground. Dade had watched him as jealously as it was in +his nature to do, and the eyes of jealousy are keen indeed; and he +had seen José make many throws, and never a miss. Which, if +you know anything of rope-work, was a remarkable record for any +man. So there was a good chance of José winning that fight. +In his heart Dade knew it, even if his lips never would admit +it.</p> +<p>Well, supposing José was beaten; suppose Jack won! What +then? Dade blew a mouthful of smoke towards the camp-fire, deserted +except for himself, while his vaqueros disported themselves with +their neighbors, and shook his head. He had a little imagination; +perhaps he had more than most men of his type. He could see a +glorious row, if José were beaten. It would, on the whole, +be more disastrous than if he won.</p> +<p>"And she's just fickle-minded enough to turn up her nose at Jack +if he got beat," Dade grumbled, thinking of a certain +señorita. "And if he don't, the whole bunch will pile onto +us. Looks to me like a worse combination than that Vigilance row, +for Jack. If he wins, he gets knifed; if he don't, he gets hell. +And me the only one to back him up! I'll wish I was about forty men +seven foot high and armed with—"</p> +<p>"Pardon, Señor. The señor has of course heard the +news?" José came out of the shadows and stood with the +firelight dancing on his face and picking out the glittery places +on his jacket, where was the braid. "I have a letter from Don +Andres. Would the señor care to read it? No? The +señor is welcome to read. I have no wish to keep anything +hidden which concerns this matter. I have brought the letter, and I +want to say that the wishes of my friend, Don Andres, shall be +granted. Except," he added, coming closer, "that I shall fight to +the death. I wish the Señor Allen to understand this, though +it must he held a secret between us three. An accident it must +appear to those who watch, because the duelo will be proclaimed a +sport; but to the death I will fight, and I trust that the +Señor Allen will fight as I fight. Does the señor +understand?"</p> +<p>"Yes, but I can't promise anything for Jack." Dade studied +José quietly through the smoke of his cigarette. "Jack will +fight to please himself, and nobody can tell how that will be, +except that it won't be tricky. He may want to kill you, and he may +not. I don't know. If he does, he'll try his damnedest, you can +bank on that."</p> +<p>"But you, Señor—do you not see that to fight for a +prize merely is to belittle—" José waved a hand +eloquently.</p> +<p>"I see you're taking life pretty serious," Dade retorted, moving +farther along the log. "Sit down, José, and be sociable. +Nothing like seeing the point of a joke, if there is one. Do you +reckon anything's worth all the heart-burnings you're indulging in? +Some things are tough; I've waded kinda deep, myself, so I know. +But there's nothing you can't get over, with time and lots of +common sense, except being a sneak—and being dead. To me, +one's as bad as the other, with maybe first choice on death. You +aren't a sneak, and I don't see why you hanker to be dead. What do +you want to fight to the death for?"</p> +<a name="image-0004"><!--IMG--></a> +<center><img src="./images/g003.jpg" width="450" height="720" alt= +"'an Accident It Must Appear to Those Who Watch' "></center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p>José did not sit down beside Dade, but he came a little +closer, "Why do I want to fight to the death? I will tell you, +Señor; I am not ashamed. Since I was a child I have loved +that señorita whom I will not name to you. Only last +Christmas time the señora, her mother, said I must wait but +a year longer till she was a little older. They would keep their +child a little longer, and truly her heart is the heart of a child. +But she knew; and I think she waited also and was happy. But look +you, Señor! Then comes a stranger and steals—</p> +<p>"Ah, you ask me why must I fight to the death? Señor, you +are a man; perchance you have loved—for of a truth I see +sometimes the sadness in your eyes. You know that I must fight +thus. You know that to kill that blue-eyed one is all there is left +to do. Me, I could have put him out of the way before now, for +there are many knives ready to do me the service. Kill him I shall, +Señor; but it shall be in fight; and if the señorita +sees—good. She shall know then that at least it is not a +coward or a weakling who loves her. Do you ask why—"</p> +<p>Dade's hands went out, dismissing the question. "No, I don't ask +another blamed thing. Go ahead and fight. Fight to kill, if that's +the only thing that will satisfy you. You two aren't the first to +lock horns over a woman. Jack seems just as keen for it as you are, +so I don't reckon there's any stopping either one of you. But it +does seem a pity!"</p> +<p>"Why does it seem a pity?" José's tone was insistent.</p> +<p>"It seems a pity," Dade explained doggedly, "to see two fine +fellows like you and Jack trying to kill each other for a +girl—that isn't worth the life of either one of you!"</p> +<p>In two steps José confronted him, his hand lifted to +strike. Dade, looking up at him, flicked the ashes from his +cigarette with his forefinger, but that was the only move he made. +José's hand trembled and came down harmlessly by his +side.</p> +<p>"I was mistaken," he said, smiling queerly. "You have never +loved any woman, Señor; and I think the sadness I have seen +in your eyes is for yourself, that life has cheated you so. If you +had known love, you could never have said that. Love, Señor, +is worth everything a man has to give—even his life. You +would know that, if you had ever loved." He waited a moment, closed +his teeth upon further words, turned abruptly on his heel and went +away into the fog-darkened night.</p> +<p>Dade, with a slight curl to his lips that did not look quite +like a smile, stared into the fire, where the embers were growing +charred for half their length, and the flames were waving wearily +and shrinking back to the coals, and the coals themselves were +filmed with gray. The cigarette went cold and clammy in his +fingers, and in his eyes was that sadness of which José had +spoken; and something else besides.</p> +<p>They would fight, those two, and fight to kill. Since the world +was first peopled, men had fought as they would fight—for +love; for the possession of a pretty thing—warm, capricious, +endearing, with possibly a heart and a soul beneath; possibly. And +love—what was love, after all? What is love worth? He had +loved her, too; at least, he had felt all the emotions that either +of them had felt for her. He was not sure that he did not still +feel them, or would if he let himself go. He did not believe, +however, that those emotions were worth more than everything else +in the world; more than his life, or honor, or friendship. He had +choked love, strangled it, starved it for sake of friendship; and, +sitting there staring abstractedly into the filming coals, he +wondered if he had done wrong; if those two were right, and love +was worth fighting for.</p> +<p>The man who fought the hardest, he felt, would in this case win +that for which he fought. For he felt in his heart, that Teresita +was only a pretty little animal, the primitive woman who would +surrender to strength; and that he would win in the end who simply +refused to yield before her coquetries.</p> +<p>With a quick, impatient gesture he threw his cigarette into the +coals, kicked viciously a lazily smoking brand which sent up a +little blaze and a spurt of sparks that died almost immediately to +dull coals again.</p> +<p>"Love's like that," he muttered pessimistically, standing up and +stretching his arms mechanically. "And the winner loses in the end; +maybe not always, but he will in this case. Poor old Jack! After +all, she ain't worth it. If she was—" His chin went down for +a minute or two, while he stared again at the fire. "If she was, +I'd—But she ain't. Love's worth—what is love worth, +anyway?"</p> +<p>He did not answer the question with any degree of positiveness, +and he went to bed wishing that he had never seen the valley of +Santa Clara.</p> +<a name="2HCH0019"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2> +<center>ANTICIPATION</center> +<p>To give a clear picture of the preparations for that fiesta, one +should be able to draw with strokes as swift as the horses that +galloped up and down the valley at the behest of riders whose minds +titillated with whatever phase of the fiesta appealed to them most; +and paint with colors as vivid as were the dreams of the women, +from the peonas in the huts to the señoritas and +señoras murmuring behind the shelter of their vines.</p> +<p>One would need tell of those who went boldly into the mountains +to find a grizzly bear and bring it alive and unhurt to the pen, +which the peons, with feverish zeal and much chattering amongst +themselves, were building close beside the smallest corral.</p> +<p>A great story it would make—the tale of that hunt! A man +came back from it with a forearm torn sickeningly, to show how +brave he had been. And the bear came also—a great, gaunt +she-bear with two cubs whimpering beside her in the cage, and in +her eyes a sullen hunger for the giant redwoods that stood so +straight and strong together upon the steep slopes while they sang +crooningly the songs she knew of old, and a glowing hatred for her +captors.</p> +<p>A story that would make! A story in which Jerry Simpson and Tige +played valiant part and bore more than their share of the danger, +and became heroes to those who went with them.</p> +<p>One would need to picture somehow the bubbling excitement of +Teresita, while she planned and replanned her festal garments, and +tell how often she found it necessary to ride with Jack across the +valley to talk the matter over with the "pretty Señora" +Simpson, or to the Mission San José to see what Rosa had at +last decided to wear.</p> +<p>Then, there would be the solemn conferences in the kitchen, +between Margarita and the señora herself; conferences that +had to do with cakes and preserves and the like, with the +niños getting in every one's way, while they listened and +smacked lips over the very naming of so many good things to +eat.</p> +<p>One would need see the adobe corral that was to be transformed +into an amphitheater where were hammering and clatter from sunrise +till dark, without even a pause for midday siesta amongst those +lazy peons who would sleep over their cigarettes, though the padres +stood over them predicting the end of the world the next +moment.</p> +<p>Well in the foreground of the picture would be Jack, to be sure; +Jack riding far afield upon Surry, whom he had found the best horse +for his purpose upon the whole ranch; lassoing cattle to get his +hand in, practising certain little twists of his own invention, and +teaching Surry to know without fail just what certain signals +meant, and obey instantly and implicitly when they were given.</p> +<p>Sometimes, when the señorita was not in a perverse mood, +she would ride with him and applaud his dexterity; at other times +she would boast of José's marvelous skill, and pity Jack in +advance for the defeat which she pretended was inevitable. Whether +she pitied or praised, she seemed always sincere for the moment, so +that Jack gave up any lingering hope of knowing how she really felt +about it, and contented himself with the determination to deflect +all the pity towards José when the time came, and keep the +praise for himself.</p> +<p>There would be other contests; and scarce a day passed wherein +no horse loped heavily up the slope and stopped with heaving flanks +in the patio, while its rider dismounted and bowed low before Don +Andres, giving news of some vaquero who wished his name to be +listed as a contestant in the riding, or the lassoing and tying of +steers, or in the bull-fight, perchance.</p> +<p>But there was no third name offered in the riata contest for +which Solano was announced as a prize. All up and down the valley; +at the ranches, on the trails when men met and stopped to talk +awhile, and around the camp-fires of the rodeo they talked of it; +and many bets would have been laid upon the outcome, had not all +men been of one mind. When José was not present, or Dade, or +the more outspoken of the Picardo vaqueros, always they spoke of it +as the duelo riata, and took it for granted that it would be fought +to the death. Thus are secrets kept from men who can read from +their own natures the truth! The men of Santa Clara lowered lids +and smiled whenever they spoke of it as a contest, for as a duel +had the word first gone forth from the exultant lips of Manuel; as +a duel would it still remain among themselves, spite of the fiesta +and the prize that was offered, and the reiteration that it was but +sport.</p> +<p>One should picture the whole valley for the background; a sunken +paradise of greenery, splotched with color, made alive with +bird-songs and racing cloud-shadows on the grass; with the wooded +slopes of the Santa Cruz mountains closing in upon the west and +sheltering it from the sweeping winds from off the ocean, and the +grassy hills rising high and rugged on the east, giving rich +pasturage to the cattle and all the wild things that fed there.</p> +<p>When it was complete—that picture—then might one +weep to be there in the midst of it all! For there would be much +laughter, and the love-making would make young pulses beat fast to +think upon. There would be dancing, and the tinkle of guitars and +mandolins, and a harp or two to beat a harmonious surf-song beneath +the waves of melody. There would be feasting, with whole beeves +roasted over pits which the peons were already digging in their +dreams; with casks of wine from the don's own vineyard to wash down +the juicy morsels. There would be all that throughout one long, +moonlit night, with the day of sports to think back upon. And +through the night they would talk of the duelo riata between two +men who loved one little señorita who laughed much and cared +little, said certain wise señoras, and nodded their heads +while they said it.</p> +<p>What if some hearts were bitter over the prospect? From Santa +Barbara, even, were they coming to the fiesta! (Gustavo had the +news from a peon who came straight through from Paso Robles on an +errand for his master.)</p> +<p>What if Dade, thinking and thinking until his brain was dizzy, +lay long hours awake in his blankets and stared up at the +star-sprinkle in the purple night-sky, trying to find a path that +would lead to peace? The señorita lay awake also, thinking +smilingly that she had nearly finished the embroidery upon the +bodice she meant to wear, and that the pretty señora had +promised to do her black hair in a new and wonderful way that +should smart with envy the eyes of all the other señoritas +when they saw; and that the señora her mother had +reluctantly promised that she should wear the gold chain with the +rubies glowing along every little thumb-length of it; thinking +also, perhaps, of how she had made the Señor Jack's eyes +grow dark and then flash anger-lights, when she taunted him again +about going to the wise old woman at the Mission San José +for a charm to make the riata fly true!</p> +<p>What if the old don, seeing also that trouble hung like a +vulture over the feast, paced uneasily up and down the vine-hidden +veranda, while he meditated upon the follies of youth? The young +steers that had been driven in for the roasting-pits were trampling +uneasily about the little corral where they had been put to fatten; +and Gustavo walked with his head thrown back upon his shoulders +that he might read that open page which was the sky, and to any +anxious ones who asked, he had but one answer and that a comforting +one:</p> +<p>"The day will be a day of sunshine, with linnets singing in the +trees and the smallest breeze to cool the cheek." The anxious ones, +hearing so good an augury, would pass on, their thoughts upon the +day-of-days and on their lips a little smile.</p> +<a name="2HCH0020"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2> +<center>LOST! TWO HASTY TEMPERS</center> +<p>"One more throw, and then no more until the contest," Jack +announced placatingly, when he spied a lone bull standing just +before a thicket of chaparral and staring at them with stupid +resentment that his siesta had been disturbed. "A kiss for luck, +little one!"</p> +<p>Riata coiled in his hand, Jack rode closer and leaned to the +girl, his eyes and his voice caressing, his lips quivering for the +kiss he craved. It had come to kisses long before then, and to half +promises, when her mood was tender, that she would marry her +blue-eyed one—sometime.</p> +<p>Just now her mood was not tender. Jack was not to blame, nor was +the pretty Señora Simpson, although Mrs. Jerry was quite +innocently and unconsciously the cause. Mrs. Jerry had a headache, +that day, and a fit of the blues; and from the first moment when +Teresita had entered the cabin she had felt a lack of warmth in the +pretty señora's manner that had piqued her, who had lived +upon adoration all her life. Mrs. Jerry had even shown a +disposition to shirk keeping her promise anent the new way of doing +Teresita's hair.</p> +<p>She said that she didn't think she'd go to the fiesta, after +all—which was like calmly telling a priest that one does not, +after all, feel as if heaven is worth striving for.</p> +<p>Teresita failed to see how the wistfulness was quite submerging +the twinkle in Mrs. Jerry's eyes, and if she had seen, she would +never have guessed what put it there; nor would she have understood +why Mrs. Jerry might shrink from attending that magnificent +festival, perhaps the only gringo woman in all the crowd, and a +pitifully shabby gringo woman at that. To her mind, Mrs. Jerry was +beautiful and perfect, even in her shapeless brown dress that was +always clean. Teresita herself would never have worn that dress at +all, yet it did not occur to her that Mrs. Jerry might have some +very feminine quality of pride crowded down into some corner of her +sweet nature. So Teresita was mightily offended at what she +considered a slight from the only gringo woman she had ever known; +and she was also bitterly disappointed over the abandonment of the +new coiffure.</p> +<p>"Why don't you wear it just the way it is, honey?" Mrs. Jerry +had suggested—and very sensibly, too. "I wouldn't go and +twist it all up and stick pins through it, if I was you. It's +prettier just that way."</p> +<p>Teresita had understood enough of that, thanks to the teachings +of her blue-eyed one, to know that the pretty señora did not +mean to keep her promise. She had gone almost immediately to the +cabin door to tell Jack that she was ready to go home. And Jack, +deep in one of those interminable conversations with Jerry himself, +over on the pile of logs that would one day be a stable if Jerry's +hopes reached fruition, had merely waved his hand carelessly when +he saw her, and had given all his attention to Jerry again.</p> +<p>Of course, Teresita could not know that they were discussing a +brief but rancorous encounter which Jerry had had with Manuel that +morning, when the two happened to meet farther down the valley +while Manuel was riding his share of the rodeo circle. Two of +José's men had been with Manuel, and their attitude had been +"purty derned upstropolus," according to Jerry. (Jack decided after +a puzzled minute that the strange word which Jerry spoke with such +relish must be Simpsonese for obstreperous.) They had, in fact, +attempted to drive off three of Jerry's oxen to the rodeo ground, +and only the characteristic "firmness" of Jerry had prevented them +from doing it. Jemina, he said, had helped some when pointed at +Manuel's scowling face; but Jerry opined that he would hereafter +take the twins along too when he rode out anywhere, and that he +guessed he'd cut another loophole or two in his cabin walls.</p> +<p>All of these various influences had created an atmosphere which +Teresita felt and resented without attempting to understand. The +big señor had not given her the smiles and the funny +attempts at conversation which she had come to accept as a matter +of course. The pretty señora had not been as enthusiastic as +she should have been, when Teresita showed her the ruby chain +which, like a child, she had brought over for the pretty +señora to admire.</p> +<p>Therefore, Jack's lips found reason to tighten and cease their +eager quivering for a kiss. For Teresita twitched her shoulders +pettishly and her reins dexterously, and so removed herself some +distance from the kissing zone.</p> +<p>"No? Well, I'll have to depend on my good riata, then. I'll take +that gentleman at twenty-five feet, and if I can get him to run +right, I'll heel him. Don't ride any closer, Teresita."</p> +<p>He had not called her dulce corazon (sweetheart) as she had +expected him to call her; he had not even insisted upon the kiss, +but had given up altogether too tamely; and for that she rode +closer to the bull in spite. She even had some notion of getting in +Jack's way, and of making him miss if she could. She was seventeen, +you see, and she was terribly spoiled.</p> +<p>Jack had never made any attempt to study the psychological +twists of a woman's nature. He contented himself with loving, and +with being straightforward and selfish and a bit arrogant in his +love, after the manner of the normal man. It would never occur to +him that Teresita was piqued because he had not called her +sweetheart, and he straightway sinned more grievously still.</p> +<p>"Go back, the other way! He's liable to start in your +direction," he cried, intent upon her safety and his own whim to +rope the beast.</p> +<p>Teresita deliberately kicked her horse and loped forward.</p> +<p>It would not be nice to say that bulls are like some humans, but +it is a fact that they are extremely illogical animals, full of +impulses and whims that have absolutely no relation to cause or +effect. This bull had not moved except to roll his eyes from one to +the other of the riders. If he meditated war he should, by all the +bovine traditions of warfare, have bellowed a warning and sent up a +whiff or two of dirt over his back, as one has a right to expect a +pessimistic bull to do. Instead of which he flung down his head and +made an unexpected rush at Teresita—and Jack had left his +pistols at home.</p> +<p>Jack's riata was coiled in his hand and his head was turned +towards the girl, his brain busy with his thoughts of her and her +wilfulness. From the tail of his eye he caught the first lunge of +the bull, and that automatic mental adjustment to unexpected +situations, which we call presence of mind, sent a knee-signal to +Surry which that intelligent animal obeyed implicitly.</p> +<p>Surry rushed straight at the bull, but the triangle was a short +one, and there was much to do in that quarter of a minute. Teresita +was stubborn and would not turn and run; but she happened to be +riding Tejon, who knew something about bulls and was capable of +acting upon his knowledge. He whirled with hind feet for a pivot +and ducked away from the horns coming at him, and it was not one +second too soon. The bull swept by, so close that a slaver of foam +was flung against Teresita's skirt as he passed.</p> +<p>He whirled to come back at the girl—and that time he +seemed sure to give that vicious, ripping jab he had so narrowly +missed giving before; even the girl saw that he would, and turned a +little pale, and Tejon's eyes glazed with terror.</p> +<p>But Jack had gained the second he needed—the second that +divided adventure from tragedy. The riata loop shot from his +upflung hand and sped whimperingly on its errand, even as Tejon +tried to swing away, tripped, and tumbled to his knees. The riata +caught the lifted forefeet of the bull just as he stiffened his +neck for the lunge. Surry braced himself automatically when Jack +drew tight the loop, and the bull went down with a thud and lay +with his forefeet held high in air, so close to his quarry that the +tip of one horn struck Tejon upon the knee and flicked a raw, red +spot there.</p> +<p>Then Jack, in the revulsion from deadly fear to relief, was +possessed by one of those gusts of nervous rage that seized him +sometimes; such a brief fit of rage as made him kill lustfully +three men in the space of three heart-beats, almost, and feel +regret because he could not keep on killing.</p> +<p>He did not run to Teresita and comfort her for her fright, as a +lover ought to have done. Instead he gave her one look as he went +by, and that a look of indignation for her foolishness. He ran to +the bull, drew his knife from his sash and tried to stab it in the +brain; but his hand shook so that he missed and only gave it a +glancing gash that let much blood flow. He swore and struck again, +snapping the dagger blade short off against the horns. Whereupon he +threw the dagger violently from him and gave an angry kick at the +animal, as if he would kill it that way.</p> +<p>"Savage!" cried Teresita, hysterically shrill. "Brute! Leave the +poor thing alone! It has done nothing, that you should beat it +while it cannot fight back."</p> +<p>Jack, lifting his spurred foot for another kick, set it down and +turned to her dazedly.</p> +<p>In her way as shaken by her narrow escape as he was himself, she +straightway called him brute and savage again, and sentimentally +pitied the bull because he lay upon his back with his front feet in +the air, and because the gash on his head was bleeding.</p> +<p>Jack's rage passed as quickly as it came; but it left him +stubborn under her recriminations.</p> +<p>"You are very soft-hearted, all of a sudden, señorita," +he said, with a fairly well-defined sneer, when he could bear no +more. "You won't enjoy the bull-fighting, then, to-morrow—for +all you have been looking forward to it so anxiously, and have +robbed yourself of ribbons to decorate the darts. It's not half so +brutal to kill a bull that tries to kill you, as it is to fill it +with flag-trimmed arrows for fun, and only put it out of its misery +when you're tired of seeing it suffer! This bull came near killing +you! That's why I'm going to kill it."</p> +<p>"You are not! Santa Maria, what a savage beast you are! Let him +go instantly! Let him go, I say!"</p> +<p>If she had been on the ground, she would have stamped her foot. +As it was, she shook an adorably tiny fist at Jack, and blinked her +long lashes upon the tears of real, sincere anger that stood in her +black eyes, and gritted her teeth at him; for the señorita +had a temper quite as hot as Jack's, when it was roused, and all +her life she had been given her own way in everything.</p> +<p>"Let him go this moment, or I shall never speak to you again!" +she threatened rashly.</p> +<p>For answer, Jack walked deliberately past her to where Surry +stood with his feet braced still against the pull of the riata and +his neck arched knowingly, while he rolled the little wheel in the +bit with his tongue. Jack made himself a cigarette, lay down in the +shade of his horse, and smoked just as calmly as though his heart +was not thumping so that he could hear it quite plainly. She had +gone the wrong way about making him yield; threats had always acted +like a goad upon Jack's anger, just as they do upon most of us.</p> +<p>Teresita looked at him in silence for a minute. And Jack, his +head upon his arm in a position that would give him a fair view of +her from the brim of his sombrero while he seemed to be taking no +notice of her, wondered how soon she would change her mood to +coaxing, and so melt that lump of obstinacy in his throat that +would not let him so much as answer her vixenish upbraidings. A +very little coaxing would have freed the bull then, and he would +have kissed the red mouth that had reviled him, and would have +called her "dulce corazon," as she loved to have him do. Such a +very little coaxing would have been enough!</p> +<p>"Dios! How I hate a gringo!" she cried passionately, just when +Jack believed she was going to cry "Señor Jack?" in that +pretty, cooing tone she had that could make the words as tender as +a kiss. "José is right. Gringos are savages and worse than +savages. Stay and torture your bull, then! I hate you! Never have I +known hate, till now! I shall be glad when José drags you +from your horse to-morrow. I shall laugh and clap my hands, and +cry, 'Bravo, bravo, querido mio!' [my beloved] when you are flung +into the dirt where you belong. And when he kills you, I shall kiss +him for his reward, before all the people, and I shall laugh when +they fling you to the coyotes!" Yes, she said that; for she had a +temper—had the Señorita Teresita—and she had a +tongue that could speak words that burned like vitriol.</p> +<p>She said more than has been quoted; epithets she hurled upon the +recumbent form that seemed a man asleep save for the little drift +of smoke from his cigarette; epithets which she had heard the +vaqueros use at the corrals upon certain occasions when they did +not know that she was near; epithets of which she did not know the +meaning at all.</p> +<p>"Bravo!" applauded some one, and she turned to see that Manuel +and Carlos, José's head vaquero, had ridden up to the group +very quietly, and had been listening for no one knew how long.</p> +<p>The señorita was so angry that she was not in the least +abashed by the eavesdropping. She smiled wickedly, drew off a glove +and tossed it to Manuel, who caught it dexterously without waiting +to see why she wanted him to have it.</p> +<p>"Take that to José, for a token," she cried recklessly. +"Tell him I have put a wish upon it; and if he wears it next his +heart in the duelo to-morrow he will win without fail. Tell +José I shall ask the Blessed Virgin to-night to let no +accident befall him, and that I shall save the first two dances for +him and none other!"</p> +<p>She was not a finished actress, because of her youth. She +betrayed by a glance his way that she spoke for Jack's benefit. And +Jack, in the hardening of his stubborn anger, blew a mouthful of +smoke upward into a ring which the breeze broke almost immediately, +and laughed aloud.</p> +<p>Teresita heard, bit her lips cruelly at failing to bring that +stubborn gringo to his feet—and to hers!—and wheeled +Tejon close to Manuel and Carlos. She rode away between the two +towards home, and she did not once look behind her until she had +gone so far she feared she could not see what her blue-eyed one was +doing. Then she turned, and her teeth went together with a click. +For Jack was lying just as she had left him, with his head upon his +arm as if he might be asleep.</p> +<a name="2HCH0021"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2> +<center>FIESTA DAY</center> +<p>Dade, rolling over in bed and at the same moment opening his +eyes reluctantly upon the new day, that he hated, beheld Jack +half-dressed and shaving his left jaw, and looking as if he were +committing murder upon an enemy. Dade watched him idly; he could +afford the luxury of idleness that morning; for rodeo was over, and +he was lying between linen sheets on a real bed, under a roof other +than the branches of a tree; and if his mind had rested as easily +as his body, he would have been almost happy.</p> +<p>But this was the day of the fiesta; and with the remembrance of +that vital fact came a realization that on this day the Picardo +ranch would be the Mecca toward which all California was making +pilgrimage; and, he feared, the battle-ground of the warring +interests and prejudices of the pilgrims themselves.</p> +<p>Dade listened to the voices shouting orders and greetings +without as the vaqueros hurried here and there in excited +preparations for the event. He judged that not another man in the +valley was in bed at that moment, unless sickness held him there; +and for that very reason he pulled a blanket snugger about his ears +and tried to make himself believe that he was enjoying to the full +his laziness. He had earned it; and last night had been the first +one of deep, unbroken sleep that he had had since that moonlit +night when Manuel and Valencia rode in haste to meet this +surly-browed fellow before him.</p> +<p>Jack did not wipe off the scowl with the lather, and Dade began +to observe him more critically; which he had not before had an +opportunity to do, for the reason that Jack had not returned to the +ranch the night before until Dade was in bed and asleep.</p> +<p>"Say, you don't want to let the fellows outside see you looking +like that," he remarked, when Jack had yanked a horn comb through +his red-brown mop of hair as if he were hoeing corn.</p> +<p>"Why?" Jack turned on him truculently.</p> +<p>"Well, you look a whole lot like a man that expects a licking. +And I don't see any excuse for that; you're sure to win, old man. +I'd bet my last shirt on that." Which was Dade's method of wiping +off the scowl.</p> +<p>"Say, Dade," Jack began irrelevantly, "I'm going to use Surry. +You don't mind, do you? He's the best horse I ever threw a rope off +from, without any exceptions. I've been training him up a little, +and I tell you what, Surry's going to have a lot to do with that +duel."</p> +<p>Dade sat up in bed as if he had been pulled up. "Jack, are you +going to make it a sure-enough duel?" he asked anxiously.</p> +<p>"Why?" Jack's eyes hardened perceptibly. "That's what +José wants."</p> +<p>"Do you want it?" Dade scowled absent-mindedly at the wall, felt +the prick of an unpleasant thought, and glanced sharply at +Jack.</p> +<p>"Say, I feel sorry for José," he began straightforwardly. +"As a man, I'd like him fine, if he'd let me. And, Jack, you've got +everything coming your way, and—well, seems like you might go +easy on this fight, no matter what José wants. He's crazy +jealous, of course—but you want to recollect that he has +plenty of cause. You've stepped in between him and a girl he's +known all his life. They were practically engaged, +before—"</p> +<p>"I don't know as José's love affairs interest me," put in +Jack harshly. "Do you care if I use Surry? I kinda took it for +granted it would be all right, so I went ahead and trained him so I +can bank on him in a pinch."</p> +<p>"Of course you can use him." That Dade's hesitation did not +cover more than a few seconds was proof of his absolute loyalty to +Jack. Not another man living could have used Surry in a struggle +such as that would be; a struggle where the danger was not all for +the rider, but must be shared equally by the horse. Indeed, Dade +himself would not have ridden him in such a contest, because his +anxiety lest Surry should be hurt would have crippled his own +dexterity. But Jack wanted to ride Surry, and Dade's lips smiled +consent to the sacrifice.</p> +<p>"All right, then. That horse is sure a wonder, Dade. Sensible? +You never saw anything like it! I never saw a horse so sensitive +to—well, I suppose it's muscular reactions that I'm +unconscious of. I've tried him out without a bridle on him; and, +Dade, I can sit perfectly still in the saddle, and he'll turn +wherever I make up my mind to go! Fact. You try it yourself, next +time you ride him. So I've cultivated that faculty of his, this +last month.</p> +<p>"And besides, I've got him trained to dodge a rope every time. +Had Diego go out with me and try to lasso me, you know. I had one +devil of a time with the Injun, too, to make him disrespectful +enough to throw a rope at me. But Surry took to it like a she-bear +to honey, and he's got so he can gauge distances to a hair, now, +and dodge it every pass. I'm going to ride him to-day with a +hackamore; and you watch him perform, old man! I can turn him on a +tin plate, just with pressing my knees. That horse will—"</p> +<p>"Say, you're stealing my thunder," drawled Dade, grinning. +"That's my privilege, to sing Surry's praises. Haven't I told you, +right along, that he's a wonder?"</p> +<p>"Well, you told the truth for once in your life, anyway. Get up, +you lazy devil, and come out and take a look at him. I'm going to +have Diego give him a bath, soon as the sun gets hot enough. I've +got a color scheme that will make these natives bug their eyes out! +And Surry's got to be considerably whiter than snow—"</p> +<p>"Huh!" Dade was watching him closely while he listened. For all +Jack's exuberance of speech, there was the hard look in his eyes +still; and there was a line between his eyebrows which Dade had +never noticed there before, except as a temporary symptom of anger. +He had, Dade remembered, failed to make any statement of his +intentions toward José; which was not like Jack, who was +prone to speak impulsively and bluntly his mind. Also, it occurred +to Dade that he had not once mentioned Teresita, although, before +the rodeo his talk had been colored with references to the +girl.</p> +<p>"Oh, how's the señorita, by the way?" Dade asked +deliberately.</p> +<p>"All right," returned Jack promptly, with a rising inflection, +"Are you going to get up, or shall I haul you out by the +heels?"</p> +<p>Dade, observing an evasion of that subject also, did some hard +thinking while he obediently pulled on his clothes. But he said not +a word more about the duel, or José's love-tragedy, or +Teresita.</p> +<p>Since the first flush of dawn the dismal squeal of +wooden-wheeled ox-carts had hushed the bird songs all up and down +El Camino Real, and the popping of the drivers' lashes, which +punctuated their objurgations to the shambling oxen, told +eloquently of haste. Within canopies formed of gay, patchwork +quilts and gayer serapes, heavy-jowled, swarthy señoras +lurched resignedly with the jolting of the carts, and between +whiles counseled restive señoritas upon the subject of +deportment or gossiped idly of those whom they expected to meet at +the fiesta.</p> +<p>The Picardo hacienda was fairly wiped clean of its, comfortable +home-atmosphere, so immaculate was it and so plainly held ready for +ceremonious festivities. The señora herself went about with +a linen dust-cloth in her hand, and scolded because the smoke from +the fires which the peons had tended all night in the barbecue pits +was borne straight toward the house by the tricksy west wind, and +left cinders and grime upon windows closed against it. The patio +was swept clean of dust and footprints, and the peons scarce dared +to cross it in their scurrying errands hither and thither.</p> +<p>In the orchard many caballeros fresh from the rodeo were camped, +their waiting-time spent chiefly in talking of the thing they meant +to do or hoped to see, while they polished spur-shanks and bridle +trimmings.</p> +<p>Horses were being groomed painstakingly at the corrals, and +there was always a group around the bear-pen where the two cubs +whimpered, and the gaunt mother rolled wicked, little, bloodshot +eyes at those who watched and dropped pebbles upon her outraged +nose and like cowards remained always beyond her reach.</p> +<p>In the small corral near by, the bulls bellowed hoarsely at the +scent of their grizzly neighbor and tossed dirt menacingly over +their backs; while above them the rude tiers of seats waited +emptily for the yelling humans who would crowd them later. Beyond, +under a great, wide-spreading live oak near the roasting pits, +three fat young steers swung by their heels from a horizontal limb, +ready for the huge gridirons that stood leaning against the trunk +behind them. Indeed, the heads of those same steers were even then +roasting in their hide in the smaller pit of their own, where the +ashes were still warm, though the fire had been drawn +over-night.</p> +<p>The sun was not more than two hours high when Don Andres himself +appeared in his gala dress upon the veranda, to greet in flowery +Spanish the first arrivals among his guests. The señora, he +explained courteously, was still occupied, and the señorita, +he averred fondly, was sleeping still, because there would be no +further opportunity to sleep for many hours; but his house and all +that he had was half theirs, and they would honor him most by +entering into their possessions.</p> +<p>Whereupon the señoras and the señoritas settled +themselves in comfortable chairs and waited, and inspected the +house of this lord of the valley, whose luxury was something to +envy. Some of those señoras walked upon bare, earthen floors +when they were at home, and their black eyes rested hungrily upon +the polished, dark wood beneath their feet, and upon the rugs that +had come from Spain along with the paintings upon the walls. They +looked, and craned, and murmured comments until the señora +appeared, a little breathless and warm from her last conference +with Margarita in the kitchen, and turned their tongues upon the +festival.</p> +<p>Dade was just finishing the rite of shaving, and thinking the +while that he would give all that he possessed, including Surry, if +he could whisk Jack and himself to the cool, pine slope in the +Sierras where was their mine. Every day of waiting and gossiping +over the duel had but fostered the feeling of antagonism among the +men of the valley, and whatever might be the outcome of that +encounter, Dade could see no hope of avoiding an open clash between +the partisans of the two combatants. Valencia and Pancho and two or +three others of the Picardo vaqueros, who hated Manuel—and +therefore had no love for José—would be more than +likely to side with him and Jack, though he honestly wished that +they would not; for the more friends they had when the test was +made, the greater would be the disturbance, especially since there +would be wine for all; and wine never yet served to cool a temper +or lull excitement.</p> +<p>Without in the least realizing it, Dade's face while he shaved +wore a scowl quite as pronounced as the one that had called his +attention to Jack's mood. And, more significant, he had no sooner +finished than he looked into his little box of pistol caps to see +how many he had left, and inspected the pistol as well; for the law +of self-preservation strikes deeper than most emotions, and his +life had mostly been lived where men must frequently fight for the +right to live; and in such surroundings the fighting instinct wakes +at the first hint of antagonism.</p> +<p>"My riata's gone!" announced Jack breathlessly, bursting into +the room at that moment as if he expected to find the thief there. +"I left it on my saddle last night, and now—"</p> +<p>"And that was a fool thing to do, I must say!" commented Dade, +startled into harshness. He slid the pistol into its holster and +buckled the belt around his muscular body with fingers that moved +briskly. "Well, my riata's no slouch—you can use it. You've +used it before."</p> +<p>"I don't want yours. I've got used to my own. I know to an inch +just where it will land—oh, damn the luck—It was some +of those fellows camped by the orchard, and when I find out +which—"</p> +<p>"Keep your head on, anyway," advised Dade more equably. "Your +nerves must be pretty well frazzled. If you let a little thing like +this upset you, how do you expect—"</p> +<p>"It ain't a little thing!" gritted Jack, loading his pistols +hurriedly. "That six-strand riata has got a different feel, a +different weight—oh, you know it's going to make all the +difference in the world when I get out there with José. +Whoever took it knew what it meant, all right! Some one—"</p> +<p>"Where's Surry?" A sudden fear sent Dade hurrying to the door. +"By the Lord Harry, if they've hurt Surry—" He jerked the +door open and went out, Jack hard upon his heels.</p> +<p>"I didn't think of that," Jack confessed on the way to the +stable, and got a look of intense disgust from Dade, which he +mitigated somewhat by his next remark. "Diego was to sleep in the +stall last night."</p> +<p>"Oh." Dade slackened his pace a bit. "Why didn't you say +so?"</p> +<p>"I think," retorted Jack, grinning a little, "somebody else's +nerves are kinda frazzled, too. I don't want you to begin worrying +over my affairs, Dade. I'm not," he asserted with unconvincing +emphasis. "But all the same, I'd like to get my fingers on the +fellow that took my riata!"</p> +<p>Since he formulated that wish after he reached the doorway of +the roomy box-stall where Surry was housed, he faced a badly scared +peon as the door swung open.</p> +<p>"Señor—I—pardon, Señor! But I feared +that harm might come to the riata in the night. There are many +guests, Señor, who speak ill of gringos, and I heard a +whisper—"</p> +<p>Jack, gripping Diego by the shoulders, halted his nervous +explanations. "What about the riata?" he cried. "Do you know where +it is?"</p> +<p>"Sí, Señor. Me, I took it from the señor's +saddle, for I feared harm would be done if it were left there to +tempt those who would laugh to see the señor dragged to the +death to-day. Señor, that is José's purpose; from a +San Vincente vaquero I heard—and he had it from the lips of +Manuel. José will lasso the señor, and the horse will +run away with José, and the señor will be killed. Ah, +Señor!—José's skill is great; and Manuel swears +that now he will truly fight like a demon, because the prayers of +the señorita go with José. Her glove she sent him for +a token—Manuel swears that it is so, and a message that he is +to kill thee, Señor!"</p> +<p>"But my riata?" To Diego's amazement, his blue-eyed god seemed +not in the least disturbed, either by plot or gossip.</p> +<p>"Ah, the riata! Last night I greased it well, Señor, so +that to-day it would be soft. And this morning at daybreak I +stretched it here in the stall and rubbed it until it shone. Now it +is here, Señor, where no knife-point can steal into it and +cunningly cut the strands that are hidden, so that the señor +would not observe and would place faith upon it and be betrayed." +Diego lifted his loose, linen shirt and disclosed the riata coiled +about his middle.</p> +<p>The eyes of his god, when they rested upon the brown body +wrapped round and round with the rawhide on which his life would +later hang, were softer than they had been since he had craved the +kiss that had been denied him, many hours before. It was only the +blind worship and the loyalty of a peon whose feet were bare, whose +hands were calloused with labor, whose face was seamed with the +harshness of his serfdom. Only a peon's loyalty; but something hard +and bitter and reckless, something that might have proved a more +serious handicap than a strange riata, dropped away from Jack's +mood and left him very nearly his normal self. It was as if the +warmth of the rawhide struck through the chill which Teresita's +unreasoning spite had brought to the heart of him, and left there a +little glow.</p> +<p>"Gracias, Diego," he said, and smiled in the way that made one +love him. "Let it stay until I have need of it. It will surely fly +true, to-day, since it has been warmed thus by thy friendship."</p> +<p>From an impulse of careless kindness he said it, even though he +had been touched by the peon's anxiety for his welfare. But Diego's +heart was near to bursting with gratitude and pride; those last two +words—he would not have exchanged the memory of them for the +gold medal itself. That his blue-eyed god should address him, a +mere peon, as "thy," the endearing, intimate pronoun kept for one's +friends! The tears stood in Diego's black eyes when he heard; and +Diego was no weakling, but a straight-backed stoic of an Indian, +who stood almost as tall as the Señor Jack himself and who +could throw a full-grown steer to the ground by twisting its head. +He bowed low and turned to fumble the sweet, dried grasses in +Surry's manger; and beneath his coarse shirt the feel of the +rawhide was sweeter than the embrace of a loved woman.</p> +<p>"You want to take mighty good care of this little nag of mine," +Dade observed irrelevantly, his fingers combing wistfully the +crinkly mane. "There'll never be another like him in this world. +And if there was, it wouldn't be him."</p> +<p>"I reckon it's asking a good deal of you, to think of using him +at all." For the first time Jack became conscious of his +selfishness. "I won't, Dade, if you'd rather I didn't."</p> +<p>"Don't be a blamed idiot. You know I want you to go ahead and +use him; only—I'd hate to see him hurt."</p> +<p>To Dade the words seemed to be wrenched from the very fibers of +his friendship. He loved that horse more than he had ever believed +he could love an animal; and he was mentally sacrificing him to +Jack's need.</p> +<p>Jack went up and rubbed Surry's nose playfully; and it cost Dade +a jealous twinge to see how the horse responded to the touch.</p> +<p>"He won't get hurt. I've taught him how to take care of himself; +haven't I, Diego?" And he put the statement into Spanish, so that +the peon could understand.</p> +<p>"Sí, he will never let the riata touch him, Señor. +Truly, it is well that he will come at the call, for otherwise he +would never again he caught!" Diego grinned, checked himself on the +verge of venturing another comment, and tilted his head sidewise +instead, his ears perked toward the medley of fiesta sounds +outside.</p> +<p>"Listen, Señors! That is not the squeal of carts alone, +which I hear. It is the carriage that has wheels made of little +sticks, that chatters much when it moves. Americanos are coming, +Señors."</p> +<p>"Americanos!" Dade glanced quickly at Jack, mutely questioning. +"I wonder if—" He gave Surry a hasty, farewell slap on the +shoulder and went out into the sunshine and the clamor of voices +and laughter, with the creaking of carts threaded through it all. +The faint, unmistakable rattle of a wagon driven rapidly, came +towards them. While they stood listening, came also a confused +jumble of voices emitting sounds which the two guessed were +intended for a song. A little later, above the high-pitched rattle +of the wagon wheels, they heard the raucous, long-drawn "Yank-ee +doo-oo-dle da-a-andy!" which confirmed their suspicions and +identified the comers as gringos beyond a doubt.</p> +<p>"Must be a crowd from San Francisco," said Jack needlessly. "I +wrote and told Bill about the fiesta, when I sent up after some +clothes. I told him to come down and take it in—and I guess +he's coming."</p> +<p>Bill was; and he was coming largely, emphatically, and +vaingloriously. He had a wagon well loaded with his more intimate +friends, including Jim. He had a following of half his Committee of +Vigilance and all the men of like caliber who could find a horse or +a mule to straddle. Even the Roman-nosed buckskin of sinister +history was in the van of the procession that came charging up the +slope with all the speed it could muster after the journey from the +town on the tip of the peninsula.</p> +<p>In the wagon were a drum, two fifes, a cornet, and much +confusion of voices. Bill, enthroned upon the front seat beside the +driver of the four-horse team, waved both arms exuberantly and +started the song all over again, so that they had to sing very fast +indeed in order to finish by the time they swung up to the patio +and stopped.</p> +<p>Bill scrambled awkwardly down over the wheel and gripped the +hands of those two whose faces welcomed him without words. "Well, +we got here," he announced, including the whole cavalcade with one +sweeping gesture. "Started before daylight, too, so we wouldn't +miss none of the doings." He tilted his head toward Dade's ear and +jerked his thumb towards the wagon. "Say! I brought the boys along, +in case—" His left eyelid lowered lazily and flew up again +into its normal position as Don Andres, his sombrero in his hand, +came towards them across the patio, smiling a dignified +welcome.</p> +<p>Dade spoke not a word in reply, but his eyes brightened +wonderfully. There was still the element of danger, and on a larger +scale than ever. But it was heartening to have Bill Wilson's +capable self to stand beside him. Bill could handle turbulent +crowds better than any man Dade had ever seen.</p> +<p>They lingered, greeting acquaintances here and there among the +arrivals, until Bill was at liberty again.</p> +<p>"Got any greaser here that can talk white man's talk, and you +can trust?" was Bill's mild way of indicating his need of an +interpreter, when the fiesta crowd had grown to the proportions of +a multitude that buzzed like giant bees in a tree of ripe figs.</p> +<p>"Why? What do you want of one? Valencia will help you out, I +guess." Dade's hesitation was born of inattention rather than +reluctance. He was watching the gesticulating groups of +Californians as a gambler watches the faces of his opponents, and +the little weather-signs did not reassure him.</p> +<p>"Well, there's good money to be picked out of this crowd," said +Bill, pushing his hands deep into his pockets. "I can't understand +their lingo, but faces talk one language; and I don't care what's +the color of the skin. I've been reading what's wrote in their eyes +and around their mouths. I can get big odds on Jack, here, if I can +find somebody to talk for me. How about it, Jack? I've heard some +say there's more than the gold medal and a horse up on this lariat +game. I've heard some say you two have put your necks in the +jack-pot. On the quiet, what do you reckon you're going to do to +the greaser?"</p> +<p>Jack shifted his glance to Dade's face, tense with anxiety while +he waited. He looked out over the slope dotted thickly with people, +laughed briefly and mirthlessly, and then looked full at Bill.</p> +<p>"I reckon I'm going to kill him," he said very quietly.</p> +<p>Big Bill stared. "Say! I'm glad I ain't the greaser," he said +dryly, answering a certain something in Jack's eyes and around his +lips. Bill had heard men threaten death, before now; but he did not +think of this as a threat. To him it seemed a sentence of +death.</p> +<p>"Jack, you'll be sorry for it," warned Dade under his breath. +"Don't go and—"</p> +<p>"I don't want to hear any remarks on the subject." Never in all +the years of their friendship had Jack spoken to him in so harsh a +tone. "God Almighty couldn't talk me out of it. I'm going to kill +him. Let it go at that." He turned abruptly and walked away to the +stable, and the two stood perfectly still and watched him out of +sight.</p> +<p>"He'll do it, too," said Dade distressfully. "There's something +in this I don't understand—but he'll do it."</p> +<a name="2HCH0022"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII</h2> +<center>THE BATTLE OF BEASTS</center> +<p>Sweating, impatient humans wedged tight upon the seats around +the rim of the great adobe corral, waited for the bulls to dash in +through the gate and be goaded into the frenzy that would thrill +the spectators pleasurably. Meantime, those spectators munched +sweets and gossiped, smoked cigarettes and gossiped; sweltered +under the glare of the sun and gossiped; and always they talked of +the gringos, who had come one hundred strong and never a woman +among them; one hundred strong, and every man of them dangling +pistols at his hips—pistols that could shoot six times before +they must be reloaded, and shoot with marvelous exactness of aim at +that; one hundred strong, and every one of the hundred making bets +that the gringo with the red-brown hair would win the medalla oro +from Don José, who three times had fought and kept it +flashing on his breast, so that now no vaquero dared lift eyes to +it!</p> +<p>Truly, those gringos were a mad people, said the gossips. They +would see the blue-eyed one flung dead upon the ground, and +then—would the gringos want to fight? Knives were +instinctively loosened under sashes when the owners talked of the +possibility. Knives are swift and keen, but those guns that could +shoot six times with one loading—Gossip preferred to dwell +greedily upon the details of the quarrel between the young Don +José and his gringo rival.</p> +<p>There were whispers also of a quarrel between the +señorita and her gringo lover, and it was said that the +young señorita prayed last night that José would win. +But there were other whispers than that: One, that the maid of the +señorita had been seen to give a rose and a written message +into the hands of the Señor Allen, not an hour ago; and had +gone singing to her mistress again, and smiling while she sang. +Truly, that did not look as if the señorita had prayed for +José! The Señor Allen had kept the rose. Look you! It +was a token, and he would doubtless wear it upon his breast in the +fight, where he hoped later to wear the medalla oro—but where +the hands would be folded instead while the padres said mass for +him; if indeed mass could be said over a dead gringo! There was +laughter to follow that conceit. And so they talked, and made the +tedious time of waiting seem shorter than it was.</p> +<p>Late comers looked for seats, found none, and were forced to +content themselves with such perches as neighboring trees and the +roofs of the outbuildings might afford. Peons who had early +scrambled to the insecure vantage-point of the nearest stable roof, +were hustled off to make room for a group of Salinas caballeros who +arrived late. This was merely the bull-fighting coming now; but +bull-fighting never palls, even though bigger things are yet in +store. For there is always the chance that a horse may be gored to +death—even that a man may die horribly. Such things have been +and may be again; so the tardy ones climbed and scurried and +attained breathlessness and a final resting-place together.</p> +<p>Came a season of frenzied yelling, breathless moments of +suspense, and stamping that threatened disaster to the seats. Two +bulls in succession had been let into the corral, bellowed under +the shower of be-ribboned barbs and went down, fighting valiantly +to the last.</p> +<p>Blood-lusting, the great crowd screamed importunities for more. +"Bring out the bear!" was their demand. "Let us see that she-bear +fight the big bull which has been reserved for the combat!"</p> +<p>Now, this was ticklish work for the Picardo vaqueros who were +stage-managing the sport. From the top of the corral above the +bear-cage they made shift to slide the oaken gate built across an +opening into the adobe corral. Through the barred ceiling of the +pen they prodded the bear from her sulking and sent her, malevolent +and sullen, into the arena. (Señoras tucked vivid skirts +closer about stocky ankles and sent murmurous appeals to their +patron saints, and señoritas squealed in trepidation that +was at least half sincere. It was a very big bear, and she truly +looked very fierce and as if she would think nothing of climbing +the adobe wall and devouring a whole front seat full of fluttering +femininity! Rosa screamed and was immediately reassured, when +Teresita reminded her that those fierce gringos across the corral +had many guns.)</p> +<p>The bear did not give more than one look of hatred at the +flutter above. Loose-skinned and loose-jointed she shambled across +the corral; lifted her pointed nose to sniff disgustedly the air +tainted with the odor of enemies whom she could not reach with her +huge paws, and went on. Clear around the corral she walked, her +great, hand-like feet falling as silently as the leaf shadows that +splashed one whole corner and danced all over her back when she +passed that way; back to the pen where her two cubs whimpered +against the bars, and watched her wishfully with pert little +tiltings of their heads. (Teresita was confiding to Rosa, beside +her, that they would each have a cub for a pet when the mother bear +was killed).</p> +<p>Valencia and Pancho and one other were straining to shift the +gate of another pen. It was awkward, since they must work from the +top; for the adobe corral was as the jaws of a lion while the bear +circled watchfully there, and the pen they were striving to open +was no safer, with the big, black bull rolling bloodshot eyes at +them from below. He had been teased with clods of dirt and small +stones flung at him. He had shaken the very posts in their sockets +with the impact of his huge body while he tried to reach his +tormentors, until they desisted in the fear that he would break his +horns off in his rage and so would cheat them of the sight of the +good, red blood of the she-bear. Now he was in a fine, fighting +mood, and he had both horns with which to fight. From his muzzle +dribbled the froth of his anger, as he stiffened his great neck and +rumbled a challenge to all the world. Twice, when the gate moved an +inch or two and creaked with straining, he came at it so viciously +that it jammed again; indeed, it was the batterings of the bull +that had made it so hard to open.</p> +<p>Valencia, catching a timbered crosspiece, gave it a lift and a +heave. The gate came suddenly free and slid back as they strained +at the crosspiece. The bull, from the far side of the pen where he +had backed for another rush, shot clear through the opening and +half-way across the adobe corral before he realized that he was +free.</p> +<p>The bear, at pause in her circlings while she snuffed at the +bars that now separated her from her cubs, whirled and lifted +herself awkwardly upon her haunches, her narrow head thrust forward +sinisterly as she faced this fresh annoyance. Midway, the bull +stopped with two or three stiff-legged jumps and glared at her, a +little chagrined, perhaps, at the sudden transformation from human +foe to this grizzled hill-giant whom instinct had taught him to +fear. In his calf-hood he had fled many times before the menace of +grizzly, and perhaps he remembered. At any rate he stiffened his +forelegs, stopped short, and glared.</p> +<p>Up above, the breaths that had been held came in a shout +together. Everyone who saw the pause yelled to the bull to go on +and prove his courage. And the bull, when the first shock of +surprise and distaste had passed, backed ominously, head lowered, +tail switching in spasmodic jerks from side to side. The bear stood +a little straighter in her defiance; her head went forward an inch; +beyond that she did not move, for her tactics were not to rush but +to wait, and to put every ounce of her terrible strength into the +meeting.</p> +<p>The neck of the bull swelled and curved, his eyeballs showed +glassy. His back humped; like a bowlder hurled down a mountain +slope he made his rush, and nothing could swerve him.</p> +<p>The bear might have dodged, and sent him crashing against the +wall. Men hoped that she would, and so prolong the excitement. But +she did not. She stood there and waited, her forepaws outspread as +if for an embrace.</p> +<p>Like a bullet sent true to the target, the head of the bull met +the gaunt, ungainly, gray shape; met and went down, the tip of one +sharp horn showing in the rough hair of her back, her body +collapsing limply across the neck she had broken with one +tremendous side-blow as he struck. A moment she struggled and +clawed futilely to free herself, then lay as quiet as the bull +himself. And so that spectacle ended swiftly and suddenly.</p> +<p>In the reaction which followed that ten-seconds' suspense, men +grumbled because it had ended so soon. But, upon second thoughts, +its very brevity brought the duel just that much closer, and so +they heaved great sighs of relaxation and began craning and looking +for the two to enter who would fight to the death with riatas.</p> +<p>Instead, entered the gringo whom Don Andres had foolishly chosen +for majordomo, and stood in the middle of the corral, quietly +waiting while the vaqueros with their horses and riatas dragged +away the carcasses of the bull and the bear.</p> +<p>When the main gate slammed shut behind them Dade lifted his eyes +to that side of the corral where the Californians were massed +clannishly together, and raised his hands for silence; got it by +degrees, as a clamoring breaker subsides and dwindles to little, +whispering ripple sounds; and straightway began in the sonorous +melody of the Castilian tongue which had been brought, pure and +undefiled, from Spain and had not yet been greatly corrupted into +the dialect spoken to-day among the descendants and called +Spanish.</p> +<p>"Señors, and Señoras" (so he began), "the hour is +now midday, and there are many who have come far and are wearied. +In the orchard you will find refreshment for all; and your host, +Don Andres Picardo, desires me to say for him that he will be +greatly honored if you will consider that all things are yours to +be used for your comfort and pleasure.</p> +<p>"In two hours, further sports will take place, in the open +beyond this corral, so that the seats which you now occupy will +serve also to give a fair view of the field. There will be riding +contests, free for all caballeros to enter who so desire, and the +prize will be a beautiful silver-trimmed bridle that may be seen at +the saddle house. After the riding, there will be a contest in the +lassoing and tying down of wild steers, for which a prize of a +silver hatband and spurs will be given by Don Andres Picardo, your +host. Also there will be the riding of bulls; and the prize for the +most skillful rider will be a silver-mounted quirto of beautiful +design.</p> +<p>"Immediately after these various contests"—Dade could see +the tensing of interest among his listeners then—"there will +be a contest with riatas between Don José Pacheco and +Señor Jack Allen, an Americano vaquero from Texas. As the +prize for this contest, Don Andres offers Solano, a gelding, four +years of age and unbroken. But Don Andres makes this condition: +that the winner shall lasso his prize in this corral, and ride him +before you all. If he should chance to be thrown, then the prize +shall be forfeited to the other contestant, who will also be +required to ride the horse before you all. If he also shall fail to +ride the caballo, then will the horse revert to Don Andres, who +will keep him for his own saddle horse!" He waited while the +applause at this sly bit of humor gradually diminished into the +occasional pistol-popping of enthusiastic palms, and gestured for +silence that he might speak again.</p> +<p>"I am also instructed to inform you that not alone for the prize +which Don Andres offers will the contest be fought. I am requested +to announce that the Texas vaquero, Señor Jack Allen, hereby +publicly challenges Don José Pacheco to contest for the gold +medal which now rests in the possession of Don José. +Señors and Señoras, I thank you for attending so +graciously to my words, and I wish to ask for continued attention +while I announce the sports to these Americanos who do not +understand the Spanish, and who are also the guests of Don Andres +Picardo, your host."</p> +<p>He bowed low before them, turned and told Bill Wilson's solemnly +attentive crowd what was to take place after the feast. Not so +elaborate; terse, that he might not try the politeness of that +other crowd too far. And when he was done he stopped himself on the +verge of saying more, reconsidered and, trusting to the fact that +scarce a Spaniard there spoke English, added a warning.</p> +<p>"I hope you all realize," he said, "that we're anxious to have +everything go off peaceably. We look to you men to see that, +whatever may happen, there shall be no disturbance. Such things are +easier started than stopped; and, just as a hint of what will do +the most to keep the peace, I want to announce that the water on +this rancho can't be beat, and can safely be used for drinking +purposes!"</p> +<p>"Water goes, m' son, or I'll know the reason why," called Bill +Wilson, and the palms of his crowd clapped vigorous assent.</p> +<p>"That thar's the sensiblest thing you've said, so fur," approved +Jerry Simpson, beside Bill. "Me an' the twins'll stand guard, if +necessary, and see't that thar hint is took." Whereat Bill Wilson +clapped him on the shoulder approvingly.</p> +<p>There was the hum of confusion while the hungry sought the +barbecue pits. Dade, his face settled into gloomy foreboding in +spite of certain heartening circumstances, went slowly away to his +room; where Jack, refusing to take any interest in the sports, lay +sprawled upon the bed with a cigarette gone cold between his lips +and his eyes fixed hardly upon the ceiling.</p> +<p>Dade gave him a look to measure the degree of his unapproachable +mood, sighed wearily and flung his silver-spangled sombrero +petulantly into a corner.</p> +<p>"Damn!" he said viciously, as if his vocabulary was so +inadequate to voice his emotions that the one expletive would do as +well as any to cover his meaning; and sat down heavily in a +cushioned chair.</p> +<p>Two minutes, perhaps, of silence, while from sheer force of +habit he rolled a cigarette he did not want.</p> +<p>Then Jack moved his head on the pillow so that he could look at +Dade.</p> +<p>"I wish you wouldn't take my affairs so to heart," he said, +apathy fighting his understanding and his appreciation of a friend +like this. "I'd he a whole lot easier in my mind if I didn't know +you were worried half to death. And it's no good worrying, Dade. +Some' things just come at a fellow, head down; and they have to be +met, if we expect to look anybody in the face again." He shifted +his head impatiently and stared again at the ceiling. "I'd rather +be dead than a coward," he said, speaking low.</p> +<p>"Oh, I know. But—men are just beasts with clothes on their +backs. Did you hear them yelling, awhile ago? That was when beasts +just as human as they are under the skin, fought and killed each +other, so those yelling maniacs could get a thrill or two." He +searched his pockets for a match, found one and drew it glumly +along the sole of his high-heeled, calfskin boot with its +embroidered top of yellow silk on red morocco.</p> +<p>"That's what makes me sick to the stomach," he went on. "They'll +sit and watch you two, and they'll gloat over the +spectacle—"</p> +<p>A brisk tattoo of knuckles on the oaken door stopped him. Bill +came in, grinning with satisfaction over something.</p> +<p>"Say, I've been getting bets laid down five and six to one, on +the greaser," he exulted. "You go in and clean him up, Jack, and +we'll skin this outfit down to their shirts! All the boys have been +taking every bet that was offered; and the old don, I guess, is +about the only greaser on the place that ain't bet all he's got. +Three-to-one that José gets you the third pass, m' son! Now, +I don't know a damned thing about this here lasso business, but I +took 'em on that, and so did a lot of the boys; and from that up to +six-to-one that he'll get you! Want to lay a few bets yourself, you +and Dade? That's what I come to find out."</p> +<p>Dade threw out both hands in disgust with the idea; revolted +unexpectedly at the thought of being accused of failing to back his +friendship with money as well as with every fiber of his loyal +being, and turned sourly to Bill. "I've got something like six or +eight hundred, in dust," he said. "Lend me enough to make it a +thousand, and put 'er up. Take any odds they offer, damn 'em. It'll +be blood money, win or lose, but—put 'er up. They can't yowl +around that I'm afraid to back him down to my boots."</p> +<p>"That's the kinda talk!" approved Bill. "Make 'em take water all +around, the swine! And the boys'll see they cough up afterwards, +too. I guess—" He checked himself and went out, still +grinning.</p> +<a name="2HCH0023"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> +<center>THE DUEL OF RIATAS</center> +<p>"They're riding the last bull," announced Dade, coming into the +room again where Jack was dressing for the supreme test of the day. +"I've got your plan for the ground explained to Valencia and +Pancho, and Diego's shining Surry up till you can see your face in +him. You ought to be thankful there's somebody on the lookout as +faithful as that Injun. I just discovered he hasn't had a bite to +eat since last night, because he wouldn't leave Surry long enough +to get anything. I hope you're grateful."</p> +<p>"I am," said Jack shortly. "But I've no business to be. Right +now I don't believe much in the sloppy whine of gratitude or the +limber-backed prayer for mercy. Thankful or not, we get what we +get. Fate hands it out to us; and we may as well take it and keep +our mouths shut."</p> +<p>"That's the result of cooping yourself in here all day, just +thinking and smoking cigarettes," grumbled Dade, himself worried to +the point of nervous petulance. If he could have taken his own +riata and fought also, he would have been much nearer his usual +calm, humorous self.</p> +<p>"Say, I told José the rules you suggested, and he agreed +to every one like a gentleman. He just came, and Manuel with him +leading the horse José means to use; a big, black brute with +a chest on him like a lion. His crowd stood on their hind legs and +yelled themselves purple when they saw him come riding up."</p> +<p>"Well, that's what they've come for—to yell over +José." Jack held three new neckties to the light, trying to +choose the one he would wear.</p> +<p>"Say—" Dade hesitated, looking doubtfully at the +other.</p> +<p>"Well? Say it." Jack chose a deep crimson and flung the loop +over his head as if he were arraying himself for a ball.</p> +<p>"It may be some advantage to know ... I've watched José +lasso cattle; he always uses—"</p> +<p>"Step right there!" Jack swung to face him. "I don't want to +know how José works with his riata. He don't know any of my +little kinks, don't you see? I never," he added, after a little +silence, "started out with the deliberate intention of killing a +man, before. I can't take any advantage, Dade; you know that, just +as well as I do." He tried to smile, to soften the rebuff—and +he failed.</p> +<p>Dade went up and laid a contrite hand upon his shoulder. "You're +a better man than I am, Jack," he asserted humbly. "But it's hell +for me to stand back and let you go into this thing alone. I've got +piles of confidence in you, old boy—but José never got +that medal by saying 'pretty, please' and holding out his hand. The +best lassoer in California means something. And he means to kill +you—"</p> +<p>"If I'll let him," put in Jack, stretching his lips in what +passed for a grin.</p> +<p>"I know—but you've been off the range for two years, just +about; and you've had a little over three weeks to make up for that +lost practice." His eyes caught their two reflections in the glass, +and something in Jack's made him smile ruefully. "Kick me good," he +advised. "I need it. I've got nerves worse than any old woman. I +know you'll come out on top. You always do. But—what'n hell +made you say riatas?"</p> +<p>"What'n hell made you brag about me to Manuel?" Jack came back +instantly, and was sorry for it when he saw how Dade winced. +"Honest, I'm not a bit scared. I know what I can do, and I'm not +worrying."</p> +<p>"You are. I never saw you so queer as you have been since I came +back. You're no more like yourself than—"</p> +<p>"Well—but it ain't the duel altogether." Jack hesitated. +"Say, Dade! Did—er—did Teresita take in all the sports? +Bull fight and all?"</p> +<p>"Yes. She and that friend of hers from the Mission were in the +front row having the time of their lives. Is that talk true +about—" Dade eyed him sharply.</p> +<p>"You go on and get things ready. In five minutes I'll expect to +make my little bow to Fate."</p> +<p>Outside in the sunshine, men waited and clamored greedily for +more excitement. All day they had waited for the duel, at most +merely appeased by the other sports; and now, with José +actually among them, and with the wine they had drunk to heat their +blood and the mob-psychology working its will of them, they were +scarce human, but rather a tremendous battle beast personified by +dark, eager faces and tongues that wagged continually and with +prejudice.</p> +<p>A group of spur-jingling vaqueros, chosen because of their +well-broken mounts, rode out in front of the adobe corral and the +expectant audience, halted and dispersed to their various stations +as directed by Dade, clear-voiced, steady of glance, unemotional, +as if he were in charge of a bit of work from habit gone stale.</p> +<p>He might confess to "nerves" in private; in public, there were +men who marveled at his calm.</p> +<p>Riatas uncoiled and with each end fastened to a saddle horn, the +vaqueros filed out from the corral in two straight lines, with Dade +and Valencia to lead the way. When they were placed to Dade's +liking, the riatas fenced in a rectangle two hundred yards long, +and one-third that distance across. At each riata length, all down +the line, a vaquero sat quiet upon his horse, a living fence-post +holding the riata fence tight and straight. Down the middle of the +arena thus formed easily with definite boundaries, peons were +stretching, upon forked stakes, a rope spliced to reach the whole +six hundred feet—save that a space of fifty feet was left +open at each end so that the combatants might, upon occasion, +change sides easily.</p> +<p>Twice Dade paced the width of the area to make sure that the +dividing line marked the exact center. When the last stake was +driven deep and the rope was knotted securely in place, he rode +straight to the corral and pulled up before the judges' stand for +his final announcement.</p> +<p>It was a quiet crowd now that he faced. A mass of men and women, +tense, silent, ears and eyes strained to miss no smallest detail. +He had no need to lift his hand for their attention; he had +it—had it to the extent that every man there was unconscious +of his neighbor. That roped area was something new, something they +had not been expecting. Also the thing Dade told them sounded +strange to these hot-blooded ones, who had looked forward to a +whirlwind battle, with dust and swirling riatas and no law except +the law of chance and superior skill and cunning.</p> +<p>"The two who will fight with riatas for the medalla oro and for +the prize which Don Andres offers to the victor," he began, "have +agreed upon certain rules which each has promised to observe +faithfully, that skill rather than luck may be the chief factor in +the fight. These are the rules of the contest:</p> +<p>"None but those two, Don José Pacheco and Señor +Allen, will be permitted within the square we have marked off for +them after the first signal shot is fired. They will toss a coin +for first position and will start from opposite ends of the ground. +At the signal, which will be a pistol shot, they will mount and +ride with the center rope between them. Upon meeting"—he +stopped long enough for a quick smile—"they will try what +they can do. If both miss, they will coil their riatas and hang +them from the horn, and ride on to the end; there they will +dismount and wait for the second signal for starting.</p> +<p>"They will repeat these maneuvers until the contest is decided, +one way or the other, but at no time will they start before the +signal is given.</p> +<p>"Remember, no one else will be permitted inside the line, at any +time; also, neither of the contestants may pass the dividing line +unless he has the other at his mercy—when—he may cross +if he chooses." It cost Dade something, that last sentence, but he +said it firmly; repeated the rules more briefly in English and rode +out of the square, a vaquero slackening the first riata of the line +to leave a space for him to pass. And as he went, there was nothing +in his manner to show how ticklish he felt the situation to be.</p> +<p>Only, when he came upon Jack, just riding out from the stable +upon Surry, his lips drew tight and thin. But he merely waved his +hand and went on to tell José that he wanted Manuel to give +the signals, for then all would be sure that there would be no +unfairness.</p> +<p>He was gone perhaps two minutes; yet when he returned with +Manuel glowering beside him, that fenced area was lined four deep +with horsemen all around; and so had they segregated themselves +instinctively, friend with friend, that the northern side was a +mass of bright colors to show that there stood the Spanish +caballeros; and opposite them, a more motley showing and yet a more +sinister one, stood the Americanos, with Bill Wilson pressed +against the rope half-way down the line, and beside him big Jerry +Simpson, lounging upon Moll, his black mule.</p> +<p>Instinctively, Dade rode around to them, beckoning Manuel to +follow; and placed him between Jerry and Bill; explained that +Manuel was to fire the starting signals, and smiled his thanks when +Jerry promptly produced one of his "twins" and placed it in +Manuel's hands.</p> +<p>"P'int her nose in the air, mister, when you turn her loose," he +advised solemnly. "She's loaded fur b'ar!"</p> +<p>"Keep your eyes open," Dade warned Bill Wilson when he turned to +ride back; and Bill nodded understandingly. Bill, for that matter, +usually did keep his eyes open, and to such purpose that nothing +escaped them.</p> +<p>Back at the corral, Dade saw Jack waiting upon Surry in the +shade of the adobe wall until the moment came for entering the +arena. Near to him, José calmed his big, black horse and +waited also, cold hauteur the keynote of his whole attitude. Dade +waved his hand to them, and they followed him into the empty +rectangle. From the crowd came a rustle as of a gust of wind +through tree-tops; then they were still again, watching and waiting +and listening.</p> +<p>Those for whom they had watched all day at last stood side by +side before them; and the picture they made must have pleased the +most exacting eye that looked down upon them.</p> +<p>For José was all black and silver, from the tasseled, +silver cord upon his embroidered sombrero to the great silver +rowels of his spurs. Black velvet jacket, black velvet breeches +with silver braid glistening in heavy, intricate pattern; black +hair, black eyes—and a black frown, withal, and for good +reason, perhaps. For, thinking to win a smile from her who had sent +the glove and the message, José looked towards the nearest +and most comfortable seat, where Teresita sat, smiling and +resplendent, between her mother and Rosa. He had looked, had +José, and had seen her smile; but he saw that it was not at +him she smiled, but at Jack. It is true, the smile may have been +merely scornful; but José was in no mood for nice analysis, +and the hurt was keen enough because she smiled at all, and it made +his mood a savage one.</p> +<p>Jack was all white and red save for the saddle, which was black +with silver trimmings; and Surry, milk white from ears to heel, +served to complete the picture satisfyingly. Diego must have put an +extra crimp in mane and tail, for the waves were beautiful to +behold; he had surely polished the hoofs so that they shone; and +nature had done the rest, when she made Surry the proud, gentle, +high-stepping animal he was. Jack wore breeches and jacket of soft, +white leather—and none but Bill Wilson knew what they had +cost in time, trouble, and money. A red, silk sash was knotted +about his middle; the flaming, crimson tie fluttered under his +chin; and he was bareheaded, so that his coppery hair lifted from +his untanned forehead in the breeze, and made many a +señorita's pulse quicken admiringly. For Jack, think what +you will of him otherwise, was extremely good to look upon.</p> +<p>"Heads for Don José!" A Mexican dollar, spun high in air +from Dade's fingers, glittered and fell straight. Three heads bent +to see which side came uppermost, and thousands of necks craned +futilely.</p> +<p>"Don José will choose his starting-point," Dade called +out. "But first the two will lead their horses over the ground, so +that they may make sure that there are no holes or stones to trip +them."</p> +<p>Even in that preliminary, they showed how differently two +persons will go about doing the same thing. José, trailing +immense, silver spur-rowels, walked with the bridle reins looped +over his arm, his eyes examining critically every foot of the +ground as he passed.</p> +<p>Jack, loosening his riata as he dismounted, caught the loop over +the high horn and let the rope drop to the ground. He wore no +spurs; and as for Surry, he had no bridle and bit, but a hackamore +instead.</p> +<p>Jack threw the reins over the neck of the horse. "Come, old +fellow," he said, quite as if he were speaking to a person, and +started off. And Surry, his neck arched, his ears perked knowingly, +stepped out after him with that peculiar, springy gait that speaks +eloquently of perfect muscles and a body fairly vibrating with +energy; the riata trailed after him, every little tendency towards +a kink taken out of it.</p> +<p>"Dios! What a caballo is that white one!" Dade heard a Salinas +man exclaim, and flushed at the praise.</p> +<p>Back they came, Jack and Surry, with Jack ten feet in advance of +the horse; for José had chosen to remain at the southern +end, with the sun at his left shoulder. Jack, for all his eagerness +to begin, found time to shake hands with Bill and say a word to +some others as he passed—and those eyes up there that watched +did not miss one single movement.</p> +<p>"Look, you! The gringo is telling his friends adios while he +may!" some one shouted loudly from across the arena; and a great +laugh roared from the throats that were dark, and handclapping at +the witticism made the speaker a self-conscious caballero +indeed.</p> +<p>At the corral, which was his starting-point, Jack took up the +dragging riata, and with his handkerchief wiped off the dust while +he coiled it again; hung it over the saddle horn and waited for the +signal.</p> +<p>He was scowling now at certain remarks that came to his ears +from the seats, with titters and chuckles to point their wit. But +he sent a cheering eye-signal to Dade, whose face was strained and +noticeably white under the tan.</p> +<p>Half-way down the line, among the Americans, there was a little +stir, and then a pistol barked with that loud crash which black +powder makes. Jack, on the instant when the smoke curled up in a +little, balloon-like puff, turned and leaped into the saddle. The +duel of riatas was begun.</p> +<a name="2HCH0024"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> +<center>FOR LOVE AND A MEDAL</center> +<p>Down the roped lane thundered José, whirling his riata +over his head till the loop had taken full twenty of the sixty feet +of rawhide.</p> +<p>Galloping to meet him, Jack gave his rope a forward, downward +fling and formed a little loop—a loop not one-third the size +of José's—and held it dangling beside Surry's +shoulder. So, at the very start, they showed themselves different +in method, even though they might be the same in skill.</p> +<p>They met, with fifteen feet between them as they flashed past. +José flung out his lifted hand. The loop hissed and shot +straight for Jack's head.</p> +<p>Jack flung out his little loop, struck the big one fairly, and +threw it aside. Even so, the end might have caught him, but for the +lengthening lunge which Surry made in mid-air. The loop flecked +Surry's crinkled tail and he fled on to the far end and stopped in +two short, stiff-legged jumps.</p> +<p>As Jack coiled his riata and slid off he heard the caballeros +yelling praise of José. But he did not mind that in the +least. In that one throw he had learned José's method; the +big loop, the overhead swirl—direct, bullet-swift, deadly in +its aim. He knew now what Dade had wanted to tell him—what it +was vital that he should know. And—he hugged the +thought—José did not know his method; not yet.</p> +<p>A shot, and he was off again with his little loop. José, +like a great, black bird, flew towards him with the big loop. As +they neared he saw José's teeth show in the smile of hate. +He waited, his little loop ready for the fling should his chance +come.</p> +<p>José was over-eager. The great, rawhide hoop whistled and +shot down aslant like the swoop of a nighthawk. Surry's eye was +upon it unwinkingly. He saw where the next leap would bring him +within its terrible grip, and he made that leap to one side +instead, so that the rawhide thudded into the dust alongside his +nose. He swerved again lest José in jerking it up should +catch his feet, and went on with an exultant toss of his white +head. It was the game he knew—the game Diego had played with +him many times, to the discomfiture of the peon.</p> +<p>"He is a devil—that white caballo!" cried a chagrined +voice from among the vaqueros crowding the ropes so that they +bulged inward.</p> +<p>"Hah! devil or no, they will go down, those two white ones! Saw +you the look of José as he passed? He has been playing with +them for the sport of the people. Look you! I have gold on that +third throw. The next time—it is as José +chooses—"</p> +<p>The bark of the pistol cut short the boastings of that vaquero. +This was the third pass, and much Spanish gold would be lost upon +that throw if José missed.</p> +<p>"Three to one, m' son," bawled Bill Wilson remindingly, as Jack +loped past with his little loop hanging beside him, ready but +scarcely seeming so. José was coming swiftly, the big horse +lunging against the Spanish bit, his knees flung high with every +jump he made, like a deer leaping through brush. And there was the +great, rawhide loop singing its battle-song over his head, with the +soft <i>who-oo-oo</i> before he released it for the flight.</p> +<p>He aimed true—but Surry had also a nice eye for distance. +He did not swerve; he simply stiffened every muscle and stopped +short. Even as he did so the black horse plunged past; and Jack, +lifting his hand, whirled his loop swiftly once to open it, and +gave it a backward fling.</p> +<p>Straight past his shoulder it shot, whimpering, following, +reaching—the force of the fling carrying it far, far ... +José heard it whining behind him, glanced quickly, thought +to beat it to the end of its leash. He leaned far +over—farther, so that his cheek touched the flying black mane +of his horse. He dug deep with his spurs—but he dug too +late.</p> +<p>The little loop narrowed—it had reached as far as sixty +feet of rawhide could reach and have any loop at all. It sank, and +caught the outflung head of the black horse; slid back swiftly and +caught José as the horse lunged and swung short around; +tightened and pressed José's cheek hard against the black +mane as the rawhide drew tight across the back of his neck.</p> +<p>The black horse plunged and tried to back away; the white one +stiffened against the pull of the rope. Between the two of them, +they came near finishing José once for all. And from the +side where stood the white men came the vicious sound of a pistol +shot.</p> +<p>"Slack, Surry!" Jack, on the ground, glimpsed the purpling face +of his foe. "Slack, you devil!"</p> +<p>Near sixty feet he had to run—and José was +strangling before his eyes; strangling, because Surry's instant +obedience was offset by José's horse, who, facing the other +at the first jerk of the riata, backed involuntarily with the pull +of the pinioned reins. The Spanish bit was cutting his mouth +cruelly, and José's frenzied clawing could not ease the +cruel strain upon either of them.</p> +<p>A few terrible seconds, and then Jack overtook them, eaught the +horse by the bridle, and stopped him; and the blood which the cruel +bit had brought when the spade cut deep, stained Jack's white +clothes red where it fell.</p> +<p>"Slack, Surry! Come on!" he cried, his voice harsh with the +stress of that moment. And when the rawhide hung loose between the +two horses he freed José of the deadly noose, and saw where +it had burnt raw the skin of his neck on the side where it touched. +A snaky, six-strand riata can be a rather terrible weapon, he +decided, while he loosed it and flung it from him.</p> +<p>José, for the first time getting breath enough to gasp, +tried to straighten himself in the saddle; lurched, and would have +gone off on his head if Jack had not put up a hand to steady him. +So he led him, a shaken, gasping, disarmed antagonist, across the +little space that separated them from where Don Andres and four +other Spanish gentlemen sat before the middle gate of the +corral.</p> +<p>"Bravo!" cried a sweet, girl voice; and a rose, blood-red and +heavy with perfume, fell at Jack's feet. He gave it one cold glance +and let it lie. In another moment the black horse crushed it +heedlessly beneath his hoof, as Jack turned to the judges.</p> +<p>"Señors, I bring you Don José Pacheco."</p> +<p>So suddenly had the contest ended that those riders who helped +to form the riata fence stood still in their places, as if another +round had yet to be fought. Beyond the pistol shot and the girl +voice crying well done, the audience was quiet, waiting.</p> +<p>Then José, sitting spent upon his horse, lifted a hand +that shook weakly. His fingers fumbled at his breast, and he held +out the shining medal of gold—the medal with diamonds +prisoning the sunlight so that the trinket flashed in his hand.</p> +<p>"Señor," he said huskily, "the medalla—it is +yours."</p> +<p>Jack looked at him; looked at the bent faces of the frowning +judges; looked up at Teresita, watching the two with red lips +parted and breath coming quickly; looked again queerly at +José, gasping still, and holding out to him the medalla oro. +Jack did a good deal of thinking in a very short space of time.</p> +<p>"I don't want your medal," he said. "Let some Californian fight +you for it, if he likes. That is not for a gringo."</p> +<p>Perhaps there was a shade of the theatrical element in his +speech and his manner, but he was perfectly innocent of any such +intention; and the people before him were nothing if not dramatic. +He got his response in the bravos and the applause that followed +the silence of sheer amazement. "Gracias!" they cried, in their +impulsive appreciation of his generosity.</p> +<p>"The horse which you offered for a prize, Don Andres, I will +claim," Jack went on, when he could be heard—and he did not +wait long, for short-lived indeed is the applause given to an +alien. "And I will ride him as soon as you desire."</p> +<p>"Yes! Let us see him ride that caballo!" cried the fickle mass +of humanity. "By a trick of chance he won the duelo, and the +medalla he refused because he knows it was not won fairly. Where is +that yellow caballo which no man has ridden? Let him show us what +he can do with that yellow one!"</p> +<p>Dade, pushing his way exultantly toward him, saw the blaze of +anger at their fickleness leap into Jack's eyes.</p> +<p>"Sí, I will show you!" he called out. "It is well that +you should see some horsemanship! Bring the yellow caballo, then. +Truly, I will show you what I can do."</p> +<p>"Come, Surry," called Dade, and the white horse walked up to him +and nibbled playfully his bearskin chaparejos. "Solano's in the +little corral, off this big one. I'll bring your saddle—"</p> +<p>"I don't want any saddle. I'm going to ride him bareback, with a +rope over his nose. Let me have your spurs, will you? Did you hear +them say I won the duel with luck? I'll show these greasers what a +gringo can do!" He spoke in Spanish, to show his contempt of their +opinion of him, and he curled his lip at the jibes they began to +fling down at him; the jibes and the taunts—and vague threats +as well, when those who had wagered much upon the duelo began to +reckon mentally their losings.</p> +<p>In the adobe corral he stood with his riata coiled in his hand +and Dade's spurs upon his heels, and waited until Solano, with a +fling of heels into the air, rushed in from the pen where the big +bull had waited until he was let out to fight the grizzly.</p> +<p>"Bareback he says he will ride that son of Satanas!" jeered a +wine-roughened voice. "Boaster that he is, look you how he stands! +He is afraid even to lasso that yellow one!"</p> +<p>Jack was indeed deliberate in his movements. He stood still +while the horse circled him twice with head and tail held high. +When Solano brought up with a flourish on the far side of the +corral, Jack turned to Dade and Valencia standing guard at the main +gate, their horses barring the opening.</p> +<p>"See that it's kept clear out in front," he told them. "I'll +come out a-flying when I do come, most likely."</p> +<p>Whereat those who heard him laughed derisively. "Never to the +gate will you ride him, gringo—even so you touch his back! +Not twice will the devil give you luck," they yelled, while they +scrambled for the choicest positions.</p> +<p>Jack, standing in the center quietly, smiled at them, and gave +the flip downward and forward that formed the little loop to which +he seemed so partial. He tossed that loop upward, straight over his +head; a careless little toss, it looked to those who watched. His +hand began to rotate upon his supple wrist joint—and like a +live corkscrew the rawhide loop went up, and up, and up, and grew +larger while it climbed.</p> +<p>Solano snorted; and the noise was like a gun in the dead silence +while those thousands watched this miracle of a rawhide riata that +apparently climbed of its own accord into the air.</p> +<p>The loop, a good ten feet in diameter, swirled horizontally over +his head. The coil in his hand was paid out until there was barely +enough to give him power over the rest. His hand gave a quick +motion sidewise, and the loop dropped true, and settled over the +head of Solano.</p> +<p>Jack flung a foot backward and braced himself for the pull, the +riata drawn across one thigh in the "hip-hold" which cowboys use +to-day when they rope from the ground. Solano gave one frightened +lunge and brought up trembling with surprise.</p> +<p>That he knew nothing of the feel of a rope worked now to Jack's +advantage, for sheer astonishment held the horse quiet. A flip, and +the riata curled in a half-hitch over Solano's nose; and Jack was +edging slowly towards him, his hands moving along the taut riata +like a sailor climbing a rope.</p> +<p>Solano backed, shook his head futilely, snorted, and rolled his +eyes—mere frills of resentment that formed no real opposition +to Jack's purpose. Five minutes of maneuvering to get close, and +Jack had twisted his fingers in the taffy-colored mane; he went up, +and landed fairly in the middle of Solano's rounded back and began +swiftly coiling the trailing riata.</p> +<p>"Get outa the way, there!" he yelled, and raked the big spurs +backward when Solano's forefeet struck the ground after going high +in air. Like a bullet they went out of that corral and across the +open space where the duel had been fought, with Dade and Valencia +spurring desperately after.</p> +<p>It took a long ten minutes to bring Solano back, chafing, but +owning Jack's mastery—for the time being, at least. He +returned to a sullen audience, save where the Americans cheered him +from their side of the corral.</p> +<p>"He is a devil—that blue-eyed one!" the natives were +saying grudgingly to one another; but they were stubborn and would +not cheer. "Saw you ever a riata thrown as he threw it? Not +José Pacheco himself ever did so impossible a thing; truly +the devil is in that gringo." So they muttered amongst themselves +when he came back to the corral and slipped, laughing, from +Solano's sweat-roughened back.</p> +<p>"You can have your Surry!" he cried boastfully to Dade, who was +the first to reach him. "Give me a month to school him, and this +yellow horse will be mighty near as good as your white one. I'd +rather have him than forty gold medals!"</p> +<p>"Señor,"—it was José, his neck wrapped in a +white handkerchief, coming forward from where he had sat with Don +Andres—"Señor, I am sorry that I did not kill you; but +yet I admire your skill, and I wish to thank you for your +generosity; the medalla is not mine, even though you refuse it. +Since I have found one better than I, Don Andres shall keep the +medalla until I or some other caballero has won it fairly. For my +life, which you also refused to take, I—cannot thank +you."</p> +<p>Jack looked at him intently. "You will thank me," he said +grimly, "later on."</p> +<p>José's face went white. "Señor, you do not +mean—"</p> +<p>"I do mean—just that."</p> +<p>"But, Señor—" There are times when pride drops away +from the proudest man and leaves him weak to the very core of him; +weak and humbled beyond words.</p> +<p>Big Jerry Simpson saved that situation from becoming +intolerable. With Moll's great ears flopping solemnly to herald his +approach, Jerry rode up, perfectly aware that he brought a murmur +of curiosity from those who saw his coming.</p> +<p>For Jerry was leading Manuel by the ear; Manuel with his hands +tied behind him with Jerry's red bandanna; Manuel with his lips +drawn away from his teeth in the desire to kill, and his eyes +sullen with the impotence of that desire.</p> +<p>"Sa-ay," drawled Jerry, when he came up to the little group, +"what d'ye want done with this here greaser that fired on Jack? +Some of the fellers over there wanted to take him out and hang him, +but I kinda hated to draw attention away from Jack's +p'formance—which was right interesting. Bill Wilson, he +reckoned I better fetch him over here and ask you fellers about it; +Bill says this mob of greasers might make a fuss if the agony's +piled on too thick, but whatever you say will be did." With his +unoccupied hand he helped himself to a generous chew of tobacco, +and spat gravely into the dust.</p> +<p>"Fer as I'm concerned," he drawled lazily, "I'm willin' to help +string him up. He done as dirty a trick as ever I seen, and he done +it deliberate. I had m' eye peeled fer him all the time, and I seen +he wasn't goin' to stand back and let Jack git the best of that +greaser if he could help it. He was cunnin'—but shucks! I see +all along why he kept that gun p'inted out front—"</p> +<p>"Turn him loose," said Dade suddenly, interrupting him. "We +don't want to start any trouble, Jerry. He may need hanging, but we +can't afford to give him what he deserves. It's a ticklish crowd, +right now; they've lost a lot on the duel, and they've drunk enough +wine to swim a mule. Turn him loose. I mean it," he added, when he +caught the incipient rebellion in Jerry's weather-beaten face. "I'm +bossing things here to-day. He didn't hit anybody, and I'm +beginning to think we can get through the day without any real +trouble, if we go easy."</p> +<p>"Wa-al—" Jerry scratched his stubbly jaw reflectively with +his free hand, and looked down at his captive. "I'll give him a +derned good wallopin', then, just to learn him manners. I've been +wantin' to lick him since yesterday mornin' when he tried to drive +off Bawley and Lay-fayette and William Penn. I lost two hours off'n +my work, argyin' with him. I'll take that outa his hide, right +now."</p> +<p>He induced Moll to turn around, and led Manuel away from the +presence of the women lest they should be shocked at his deed; and +on the cool side of the farthest shed he did indeed give Manuel a +"derned good walloping." After which he took a fresh chew of +tobacco, lounged over to where Moll waited and switched desultorily +at the flies, mounted, and went placidly home to his Mary.</p> +<hr> +<p>Bill Wilson, having collected their winnings and his own, sought +Dade and Jack, where they were lying under the shade of a sycamore +just beyond the rim of the crowd chattering shrilly of the later +events. With a grunt of relief to be rid of the buzzing, Bill flung +himself down beside them and plucked a cigar from an inner +pocket.</p> +<p>"Say," he began, after he had bitten off the end of the cigar +and had moistened the whole with his tongue. "Them greasers sure do +hate to come forward with their losings! Some bets I never will be +able to collect; but I got a lot—enough to pay for the +trouble of coming down." He rolled over upon his back and lay +smoking and looking up into the mottled branches of the tree; +thought of something, and lifted himself to an elbow so that he +faced Jack.</p> +<p>"Sa-ay, I thought you said you was going to kill that greaser," +he challenged quizzically.</p> +<p>Jack shrugged his shoulders, took two long draws on his +cigarette, and blew one of his pet smoke-rings. "I did." He +moistened his lips and blew another ring. "At least, I killed the +biggest part of him—and that's his pride."</p> +<p>Bill grunted, lay down again, and stared up at the wide-pronged +sycamore leaves. "Darn my oldest sister's cat's eyes if I ever seen +anything like it!" he exploded suddenly, and closed his eyes in a +vast content.</p> +<p>From the barbecue pits there came an appetizing odor of roasting +beef; high-keyed voices flung good-humored taunts, and once they +heard a great shout of laughter surge through the crowd gathered +there. From the great platform built under a group of live oaks +near the patio they heard the resonant plunk-plunk-plunk of a harp +making ready for the dance, and the shrill laughter of slim +señoritas hovering there. Down the slope before the three +the shadows stretched longer and longer. A violin twanged in the +tuning, the harp-strings crooning the key.</p> +<p>"You fellows are going to dance, ain't yuh?" Bill inquired +lazily, when his cigar was half gone to ashes and smoke. "Jack, +here, can get pardners enough to keep him going fer a +week—judging by the eyes them Spanish girls have been making +at him since the duel and the horse-breaking.</p> +<p>"Say! How about that sassy-eyed Picardo girl? I ain't seen you +and her in speaking distance all day; and the way you was buzzing +around her when I was down here before—"</p> +<p>"Say, Jack," Dade interrupted, diplomacy winning against +politeness, "I never dreamed you'd have the nerve to try that fancy +corkscrew throw of yours before all that crowd. Why, after two +years to get out of practice, you took an awful chance of making a +fool of yourself! Y'see, Bill," he explained with a deliberate +garrulity, "that throw he made when he caught the horse was the +finest bit of rope-work that's been done to-day. I don't believe +there's another man in the crowd that could do it; and the chances +are they never saw it done before, even! I know I never saw but one +man beside Jack that could do it. Jack was always at it, when we +happened to be laying around with nothing to do, and I know he had +to keep his hand in, or he'd make a fizzle of it. Of course," he +conceded, "you didn't miss—but if you had—Wow!" He +shook his head at the bare possibility.</p> +<p>Jack grinned at him. "I'm not saying how much moonlight I used +up, practicing out in the orchard when everybody else was asleep. I +reckon I've made that corkscrew five thousand times in the last +three weeks!"</p> +<p>"Where you belong," bantered Dade, "is on the stage. You do love +to create a sensation, better than any one I ever—"</p> +<p>"Señors—" Diego came hurriedly out of the shadows +behind them. "The patron begs that you will honor his table by +dining with him to-night. In one little half-hour will he hope to +see you; and Don José Pacheco will also be happy to meet the +señors, if it is the pleasure of the señors to meet +him and dine in his company. The patron," added Diego, with the +faintest suspicion of a twinkle in his pensive black eyes, "desires +also that I shall extend to you the deep regret of the +señora and the señorita because it will be impossible +for them to be present."</p> +<p>The three looked at one another, and in Bill's eyes dawned +slowly the light of understanding.</p> +<p>"Tell the patron we are honored by the invitation, and that it +gives us much pleasure to accept," Dade replied for the three of +them, after a moment spent in swift, mental measuring of the +situation. "Jack, you've got to get them bloody clothes off, and +some decent ones on. Come on, Bill; half an hour ain't any too much +time to get ready in."</p> +<p>Half-way to the house they walked without saying a word. Then +Dade, walking between the two, suddenly clapped a hand down upon +the shoulder of each.</p> +<p>"Say, I could holler my head off!" he exulted. "I'm going to +quit worrying about anything, after this; the nights I've laid +awake and worried myself purple over this darned fiesta—or +the duel, rather! And things are turning out smooth as a man could +ask.</p> +<p>"Jack, I'm proud to death of you, and that's a fact. With that +temper of yours, I kinda looked for you to get this whole outfit +down on you; but the way you acted, I don't believe there's a man +here, except Manuel, that's got any real grudge against you, even +if they did lose a lot of money on the fight. And it's all the way +you behaved, old boy—like a prince! Just—like +a—blamed prince!"</p> +<p>"Oh, I don't know—José acted pretty white, himself. +You've got to admit that it's José that took the fight out +of the crowd. I'm glad—" He did not finish the sentence, and +they were considerate enough not to insist that he should.</p> +<hr> +<p>Warm sunlight, and bonfires fallen to cheerless, charred embers +and ashes gone gray; warm sunlight, and eyes grown heavy with the +weariness of surfeited pleasure. Bullock carts creaked again, their +squealing growing gradually fainter as the fat-jowled +señoras lurched home to the monotony of life, while the +señoritas drowsed and dreamed, and smiled in their +dreaming.</p> +<p>At the corrals, red-lidded caballeros cursed irritably the +horses they saddled. In the patio Don Andres gave dignified adieu +to the guests that still lingered. The harp was shrouded and dumb +upon the platform, the oaken floor polished and dark with the +night-long slide of slippered feet. The fiesta was slipping out of +the present into the past, where it would live still under the +rose-lights of memory.</p> +<p>There was a scurry of little feet in the rose-garden. A door +slammed somewhere and hushed the sound of sobbing. A +señorita—a young and lovely señorita who had +all her life been given her way—fled to her room in a great +rage, because for once her smiles had not thawed the ice which her +anger had frozen.</p> +<p>The señorita flung something upon the floor and trampled +it with her little slipper-heels; a rose, blood-red and withered, +yet heavy with perfume still; a rose, twin to the one upon which +the black horse of José had set his foot in the arena. A +note she tore in little bits, with fingers that tingled still from +the slap she had given to Diego, who had brought it. She flung the +fragments from her, and the writing was fine and feminine in every +curve—her own, if you wish to know; the note she had sent, +twenty-four hours before, to her blue-eyed one whom she had decided +to forgive.</p> +<p>"Santa Maria!" she gasped, and gritted her teeth afterwards. +"This, then, is what he meant—that insolent one! 'After the +fiesta will I send the answer'—so he told that simpering maid +who took my letter and the rose. And the answer, then, is my rose +and my letter returned, and no word else. Madre de Dios! That he +should flout me thus! Now will I tell José to kill +him—and kill him quickly. For that blue-eyed gringo I hate!" +Then she flung herself across her bed and wept.</p> +<p>Let the tender-hearted be reassured. The señorita slid +from sobbing into slumber, and her dreams were pleasant, so that +she woke smiling. That night she sang a love-song to José, +behind the passion vines; and her eyes were soft; and when young +Don José pulled her fingers from the guitar strings and +kissed them many times, her only rebuke was such a pursing of lips +that they were kissed also for their mutiny.</p> +<p>After awhile the señorita sang again, while José, +his neck held a little to one side because of his hurt, watched her +worshipfully, and forgot how much he had suffered because of her. +She was seventeen, you see, and she was lovely to look upon; and as +for a heart—perhaps she would develop one later.</p> +<a name="2HCH0025"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<div style="height: 4em;"></div> +<h2>CHAPTER XXV</h2> +<center>ADIOS</center> +<p>The sun was sliding past the zenith when Jack yawned himself +awake. He lay frowning at the ceiling as if he were trying to +remember something, sat up when recollection came, and discovered +that Dade was already up and getting into his jacket.</p> +<p>"Dade, let's go back to the mine," he suggested abruptly, +reaching for his boots. "You aren't crazy about this job here, are +you? I know you didn't want to take it, at first."</p> +<p>"And I know you bullied me into it," Dade retorted, with some +acrimony. He had danced until his feet burned with fatigue, and +there was the reaction from a month of worry to roughen his mood. +Also, he had yet to digest the amazing fact that the sight of +Teresita had not hurt him so very much—not one quarter as +much as he had expected it would do. Now, here was Jack proposing +to leave, just when staying would be rather agreeable!</p> +<p>"Well—but times have changed, since then. I'm ready to +go." Jack pulled on a boot and stamped his foot snugly into it. +"What's more, I'm going!"</p> +<p>"You'll eat, first, won't you?"</p> +<p>Jack passed over the sarcasm. "No, sir, I won't. I'm not going +to swallow another mouthful on this ranch. I held myself down till +that damned fiesta was over, because I didn't want folks to say I +was scared off. But now—I'm going, just as quick as the +Lord'll let me get a saddle on that yellow mustang."</p> +<p>"Why, you—"</p> +<p>"Why, I nothing! I'm going. If you want to go along, you can; +but I won't drag you off by the heels. You can suit yourself." He +stamped himself into the other boot, went over and splashed cold +water into his eyes and upon his head, shook off the drops that +clung to his hair, made a few violent passes with towel and brush, +and reached for his sombrero.</p> +<p>"It's a long ways to ride on an empty stomach," Dade reminded +him dryly.</p> +<p>"We can stop at Jerry Simpson's and eat. That won't be more than +a mile or so out of the way." Jack's hand was on the latch.</p> +<p>"And that yellow horse ain't what you can call trail-broke."</p> +<p>"He will be, by the time I get to the mine!"</p> +<p>Dade threw out both hands in surrender. "Oh, well—you +darned donkey, give me time to tell Don Andres good-by, +anyway."</p> +<p>Jack's eyes lighted with the smile Dade knew and loved to see. +"Dade, they don't make 'em any better than you," he cried, and left +the door to try and break a shoulder-blade with the flat of his +hand, just to show his appreciation of such friendship. "Bill +Wilson has got enough gold that he pulled out of the crowd for us +yesterday to grub-stake us for a good long while, and—I can't +get out of this valley a minute too soon to suit me," he confessed. +"You go on and hunt up Don Andres, while I tackle Solano. I'll wait +for you—but don't ask me to stay till after dinner, because I +won't do it.</p> +<p>"We don't want to go off without saying good-by to Jerry and his +wife, anyway; and we'll beg a meal from the old Turk, and listen to +some more yarns about Tige, just to show we're friendly. I'll have +Surry saddled, so all you've got to do is make your talk to the don +and pack your socks."</p> +<p>Dade grinned and followed him outside. "Good thing I'm used to +you," he commented grimly, "or my head would be whirling, right +now." Not a word, you will observe, as to whether his own interests +would be furthered by this sudden departure; but that was Dade's +way. Not a word about the sudden change from last evening, when +Jack had eaten at Don Andres' table and had talked amiably with +José—amiably in spite of the fact that every one of +them understood perfectly that the amiability was but the flowers +of courtesy strewn over a formal—and perhaps a +temporary—truce. But José was not a fixture upon the +ranch, and the don's friendship for the two seemed unchanged.</p> +<p>Dade did not argue nor did he question. Barring details, he +thought he understood why it was that Jack wanted to go—why +it was impossible for him to stay. A girl may be only seventeen and +as irresponsible as a kitten, but for all that she may play an +important part in the making and the marring of a man's most +practical plans.</p> +<p>When he returned from the house, Don Andres walked beside him. +The two of them reached the corral just as Jack released Solano's +foot from the rawhide loop that had held it high while Jack cinched +the saddle in place. When Jack saw them he came forward, wiping +from his face the beads of perspiration which the tussle had +brought there.</p> +<p>"Señor Hunter tells me that you are going away," Don +Andres began almost at once. "That you are acting wisely I am truly +convinced, Señor Allen, though it irks me to say that it is +so. For a little time would all be well, perchance; for as long as +your generosity fills the heart of José with gratitude, so +that no ill will finds room there. But his temper is hot and hasty, +as is yours; and with other considerations which one must +face—" He held out his hand for farewell.</p> +<p>"Adios, Señor. I am indeed sorry that you must leave us," +he said simply. "Under other circumstance I should urge you to +remain; but my lips are sealed, as you well know. Adios, amigo mio. +I have liked thee well." He gripped Jack's hand warmly, and turned +away. Dade he gave a final handclasp, and walked slowly back to the +house, his proud old head bowed upon his chest.</p> +<p>Valencia, yawning prodigiously, came forth from the vaqueros' +hut and glimpsed them just as Jack was bringing Solano to something +like decent behavior before they started down the slope.</p> +<p>"Dios!" cried Valencia, and ran to see what was taking place. +For while the taming of a mustang is something which a man may +undertake whenever the mood of him impels, the somewhat bulky +packages tied behind the high cantles could mean nothing save a +journey.</p> +<p>When they told him, he expostulated with tears in his eyes. He +had been nursing since yesterday a secret hope that the blue-eyed +one would teach him that wonderful trick of making a riata climb +upward of its own accord as if it were a live thing. Beyond that he +was genuinely distressed to see them go, and even threatened to go +with them before he yielded finally to the +inevitable—remembering Felice, perhaps, and the emptiness of +life without her.</p> +<p>"Señor, should you chance to see that great hombre who +whipped Manuel so completely, you would do well to give the +warning. Me, I heard from Ronaldo last night that Manuel spoke many +threats against that gringo who had beaten him. Carlos +also—and I think they mean ill towards the Señor +Seem'son. Me, I thought to ride that way to-morrow and give the +word of warning."</p> +<p>"We're going there now," said Jack, with some difficulty holding +the yellow horse quiet, while he shook hands with Valencia. "Adios, +Valencia. If you ever come near our mine, remember that what we +have will be yours also."</p> +<p>"Gracias, gracias—adios—" He stood staring +regretfully after them when they started erratically down the +slope; erratically, because Solano preferred going backward or +sidewise, or straight up and down, to going forward. They were not +two hundred yards away from the stable when Valencia overtook them, +having saddled in haste that he might ride with them for a way.</p> +<p>"That caballo, he needs two to show him the way, Señors," +grinned Valencia, to explain his coming. "Me, I shall help to get +him started, and we will say adios farther up the valley, unless +the señors desire to ride to Señor Seem'son's +cabin."</p> +<p>"That's where we're headed for, believe it or not!" laughed +Jack, who at that moment was going round and round in a circle. +"When he gets so dizzy he can't tell up from down, maybe he'll do +as I say about going straight ahead."</p> +<p>Eventually Solano did decide to move forward; and he did so at +such a pace that speedily they reached Jerry's claim and galloped +furiously up the slope to the cabin.</p> +<p>"Must be asleep," Dade remarked carelessly, when they faced a +quiet, straight-hanging bullock hide.</p> +<p>But when a loud hallo brought no sign, even from Tige, he jumped +off and went to investigate the silence.</p> +<p>"There ain't a single soul here," he announced, "and that's +funny, too. They always leave Tige to watch the place, you +know—or they did before I went on rodeo."</p> +<p>"They do yet," said Jack. "Only Mrs. Jerry never goes anywhere. +She stays at home to watch their garden. That's it, over there; her +'truck patch,' she calls it."</p> +<p>"Things are all upset here. Get off, Jack, and let's see what's +up. I don't like the looks of things, myself." Dade's face was +growing sober.</p> +<p>Valencia, on the ground, was helping Jack with Solano. But he +turned suddenly and cast an uneasy glance towards the quiet log +hut.</p> +<p>"Señors, for these two who live here I am afraid! It is +as I told you; that Manuel was speaking threats against the big +señor, last night; and he had drunk much wine, so that he +walked not steady. And with Carlos and perhaps one or two +others—of that I am not sure—he rode away soon after +dark. Dolt, that I did not tell thee at the time! But I was dancing +much," he confessed, "and the fiesta dance makes drunken the feet, +that they must dance—"</p> +<p>"Well, tie up that mustang and never mind." Dade was walking +aimlessly about, looking for something—what, he did not know. +"There's tracks all around, and—" he disappeared behind the +cabin.</p> +<p>In a minute he was calling them, and his tone brought them on +the run. "Now, what do you make of that?" he wanted to know, and +pointed.</p> +<p>Two fresh mounds of earth, narrow, long—graves, if size +and shape meant anything at all. The form of a "T" they made there +in the grass; for one was short and extended across, near one end +of the larger one.</p> +<p>"What do you make of that?" Dade repeated, much lower than +before.</p> +<p>"Señors, evil has been done here. Me, I think—"</p> +<p>"Don't think! Bring that shovel, over there—see it, by the +tree?—and dig. There's one way to find out what it +means."</p> +<p>Valencia did not want to dig into those mounds, but the voice +was that of his majordomo, whom he had for a month obeyed +implicitly. He got the shovel and he dug. And since it seemed too +bad to make him do all the work, Jack and Dade each took their turn +in opening the grave.</p> +<p>And in that grave they found Mrs. Jerry, wrapped in her faded +patchwork quilt, her hands folded at peace, her wistful brown eyes +closed softly—There was no need to speculate long upon the +cause of her death. Her shapeless brown dress was stained dark from +throat to waist. Dade, shuddering a little, very gently lifted the +hands that were folded; beneath was the hole where the bullet had +struck.</p> +<p>"Dios!" said Valencia, in a whisper.</p> +<p>They were three white-faced young men who stood there, abashed +before the tragedy they had uncovered. After a little, they filled +the grave again and stood back, trying to think the thing out and +to think it out calmly. They drew away from the spot, Dade +leading.</p> +<p>"We don't need to open the other one," he said. "That holds +Tige, of course. I wonder—"</p> +<p>"Let's look around out there in the bushes," Jack suggested. "I +can see how the thing must have happened; somebody came and started +shooting—and that rifle he called Jemina, and the two +pistols—don't you reckon they did some good for +themselves?"</p> +<p>"Probably—if Jerry was here."</p> +<p>"Man, he must have been here! Who else—" he tilted his +head towards the graves. Surely, no one but Jerry would have buried +them so, with Tige lying at the feet of his mistress. And, as Jack +presently pointed out, if the shooting had taken place in Jerry's +absence, he would certainly have notified them at the ranch. And +Jack had a swift mental picture of Jerry galloping furiously up to +the patio on one of his mules, brandishing his rifle, while he +shouted to all around him the news of this terrible, unbelievable +thing that had befallen him.</p> +<p>They did not search long before they found plenty of evidence +that Jerry had been there at the time of the trouble. They found +Manuel lying on his back, with his beard clotted and stained red, +and his black eyes staring dully at the sky. Farther along they +came upon Carlos, lying upon his face, with a blood-stained trail +behind him in the grass to show how far he had crawled before death +overtook him. But they did not find Jerry, look where they +would.</p> +<p>In the cabin, where they finally went to search systematically +for clews, they found places where the logs had been splintered +near the loopholes with bullets from without. A siege it had been, +then.</p> +<p>Jack, more familiar with the interior than either of the others +because of his frequent visits there with Teresita, missed certain +articles; the frying pan, an iron pot, a few dishes, and the +bedding, to be exact.</p> +<p>So, finally, they decided that Jerry, having had the worst +befall him, had buried his dead, packed a few necessary things upon +one of the mules, mounted the other, and had gone—where? +There was no telling where, in that big land. Somewhere into the +wilderness, they guessed, where he could be alone with the deadly +hurt Fate and his enemies had given him.</p> +<p>The oxen, when they went outside, came shambling up the slope to +the oak tree where they were wont to spend the night near the +prairie schooner that had been their homing place for many a month. +But without a doubt the mules were gone; otherwise, Jack insisted, +they would be near the oxen, as was their gregarious habit.</p> +<p>"Jerry's gone—pulled out," Jack asserted for the third or +fourth time. "And the mules, and—the pup. Where's Chico? I +haven't seen or heard anything of him; have you?"</p> +<p>They had not; and they immediately began calling and looking for +Chico, who was at that stage of puppyhood that insists upon getting +in front of one and then falling down and lying, paws in the air, +waiting to be picked up and petted. But Chico did not come +lumbering up like an animated black muff, and they could not find +his little, dead body.</p> +<p>It occurred to Dade that he might be buried with Tige; and, once +the idea was presented to Jack, he could not content himself to +leave the place until he knew to a certainty. He would never have +admitted it, but there were certain sweet memories which made that +particular pup not at all like other black pups. He got the shovel, +and he dug in the little grave until he was certain that Tige lay +there, and that he was alone.</p> +<p>"Well, he's taken the pup along, then; and that proves to me +that Jerry wasn't crazy, or anything like that. He's just pulled +out, because he couldn't stand it around here any longer—and +I don't blame him. But I wish I knew where; we'd take him up to the +mine with us; huh?"</p> +<p>"Yes—but we're about fourteen hours too late to find out +where he went. If I'm any judge, these bodies have been dead that +long. And if we found him, the chances are he wouldn't go. If I'm +any good at guessing poor Jerry's state of mind, right now, he +don't want to see or speak to any human being on earth."</p> +<p>"I guess you're right," Jack assented, after a meditative pause. +"He just worshiped that poor little woman."</p> +<p>Beyond that, neither of them attempted to put into speech the +tragedy; it was beyond the poor words we have thus far coined for +our needs, like many another thing that happens in these lives we +live. They waited a little while longer, wondering what they could +or should do.</p> +<p>Mrs. Jerry lay easily where she had been placed by the man who +loved her. The killers had been killed by the same hand that laid +her deep, in her faded, patchwork quilt. There seemed nothing +further to be done.</p> +<p>But Valencia, when he had ridden a thoughtful half-mile, did +think of something.</p> +<p>"Me, I shall give ten pesos of the gold I won yesterday upon the +duelo," he said, glancing back at the grim little cabin, "that mass +may be said for the repose of the Señora Seem'son's soul. +For thus will sleep come easier to me, Señors. And you?"</p> +<p>"I think, Valencia, if I were going to say any prayers, they'd +be said for Jerry," Dade told him. "He needs 'em worse than she +does."</p> +<p>"Oh, come on, Dade; let's be getting out of this valley!" Jack +urged irritably. "And I hope," he added, "I'll never see the place +again!"</p> +<p>"But, Señor!" Valencia rode alongside to protest almost +tearfully, "The valley, it is not to be blame. Saw you ever a +sweeter land than this?" He flung his arm outward to include the +whole beautiful expanse of it. "The valley, it is glorious! Am I +not right? Blame not the beautiful land, Señor, for the +trouble that has come; for trouble will find a man out, though he +climb the loneliest mountain peak and hide himself among the rocks +there! And the valley—Señors, the valley will hold +friends that are true to thee."</p> +<p>Jack flushed at the reproach; flushed and owned himself wrong. +"I'll remember the friends," he said. "And I'll forget the things +that hurt; I'm a selfish brute—whee-ee! I should say!" He +pulled up as short as Solano would let him, and stared from Dade to +Valencia with guilty eyes.</p> +<p>"Diego—I forgot that Injun, Dade; and next to you, I +believe he's the best friend I've got on earth! I was so wrapped up +in my own bruises that I clean overlooked something that I ought to +be mighty grateful for. Dade, do you think he'd like to go along to +the mine? You know his wife died a few months ago, and he's kind of +alone; do you think he'd go?"</p> +<p>"I think the chance to go would look like a ticket to glory," +Dade assured him sententiously.</p> +<p>Whereupon Jack dismounted, that he might write a few lines as he +had written the note to Bill Wilson, a couple of months before: +with a leaf from his memorandum book and a bullet for pencil.</p> +<p>"Give that to Don Andres, will you, Valencia? It's to ask how +much is Diego's debt, and to say that I'll pay it if the peon wants +to come with me. We'll wait in town until we hear; perhaps Don +Andres will let you come up with Diego—that is, if Diego +wants to come. You ask him, Valencia."</p> +<p>"He will come, Señor; nothing would give him greater joy. +And," he added wishfully, "but for my sweetheart, Señors, I +would ask that I might come with you also!"</p> +<p>"You stick to your sweetheart, Valencia—if she's true," +Jack advised him somberly. "Now, Dade, I guess we're ready for the +long ride to supper. Why don't you kick me for being such a selfish +cuss?"</p> +<p>"Maybe because I'm used to you," Dade's lips quirked humorously +after the retort. "You're just Jack—and you couldn't be any +different, I reckon, if you tried. Well, come along, then. Adios, +Valencia."</p> +<p>Once more they shook hands solemnly with the vaquero, who had no +smile for the parting.</p> +<p>"Adios, adios," Valencia called lingeringly after them, and held +his horse quiet that he might gaze after them until a willow bend +hid them finally from his view.</p> +<div style="height: 6em;"></div> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 12139 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/12139-h/images/g001.jpg b/12139-h/images/g001.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..771311c --- /dev/null +++ b/12139-h/images/g001.jpg diff --git a/12139-h/images/g002.jpg b/12139-h/images/g002.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c29639c --- /dev/null +++ b/12139-h/images/g002.jpg diff --git a/12139-h/images/g003.jpg b/12139-h/images/g003.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c03a32a --- /dev/null +++ b/12139-h/images/g003.jpg diff --git a/12139-h/images/gfront.jpg b/12139-h/images/gfront.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..94fb0bf --- /dev/null +++ b/12139-h/images/gfront.jpg |
