第41章

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“Letmecarryyourflowers,“saidBoyle。Hehadnoticedthatshewasfindingsomedifficultyinholdingupherskirtandthenosegayatthesametime。 “No!No!“shesaidinhurriedhorroratthisnewsuggestionoftheircompanionship。“Thankyouverymuch——butthey’rereallynotworthkeeping——Iamgoingtothrowthemaway。There!“sheadded,tossingthemimpatientlyinthedust。 ButshehadnotreckonedonBoyle’sperfectgood-humor。Thatgentleidiotstoopeddown,actuallygatheredthemupagain,andwasfollowing!Shehurriedon;ifshecouldonlygettothecoachfirst,ignoringhim!Butavulgarmanlikethatwouldbesuretohandthemtoherwithsomejoke!Thenshelaggedagain——shewasgettingtired,andshecouldseenosignofthecoach。Thedrummer,too,wasalsolaggingbehind——atarespectfuldistance,likeagroomoroneofherfather’stroopers。Neverthelessthisdidnotputherinamuchbetterhumor,andhaltinguntilhecameabreastofher,shesaidimpatiently:“Idon’tseewhyMr。Fostershouldthinkitnecessarytosendanyonetolookafterme。“ “Hedidn’t,“returnedBoylesimply。“Igotdowntopickupsomething。“ “Topickupsomething?“shereturnedincredulously。 “Yes。THAT。“Heheldoutthecard。“It’sthecardofourfirm。“ MissCantiresmiledironically。“Youarecertainlydevotedtoyourbusiness。“ “Well,yes,“returnedBoylegood-humoredly。“YouseeIreckonitdon’tpaytodoanythinghalfway。AndwhateverIdo,Imeantokeepmyeyesaboutme。“Inspiteofherprejudice,MissCantirecouldseethatthesenecessaryorgans,ifratherflippant,werehonest。“Yes,Isupposethereisn’tmuchonthatIdon’ttakein。 Whynow,MissCantire,there’sthatfancydustcloakyou’rewearing——itisn’tinourlineofgoods——norinanybody’slinewestofChicago;itcamefromBostonorNewYork,andwasmadeforhomeconsumption!Butyourhat——andmightyprettyitistoo,asYOU’VE fixeditup——isonlyregularDunstablestock,whichwecouldputdownatPineBarrensforfourandahalfcentsapiece,net。YetI supposeyoupaidnearlytwenty-fivecentsforitattheAgency!“ Oddlyenoughthiscoolappraisementofhercostumedidnotincensetheyoungladyasitoughttohavedone。Onthecontrary,forsomeoccultfemininereason,itamusedandinterestedher。Itwouldbesuchagoodstorytotellherfriendsofa“drummer’s“ideaofgallantry;andtoteasetheflirtatiousyoungWestPointerwhohadjustjoined。Andtheappraisementwastruthful——MajorCantirehadonlyhispay——andMissCantirehadbeenobligedtoselectthathatfromthegovernmentstores。 “Areyouinthehabitofgivingthisinformationtoladiesyoumeetintraveling?“sheasked。 “Well,no!“answeredBoyle——“forthat’sjustwhereyouhavetokeepyoureyesopen。Mostof’emwouldn’tlikeit,andit’snouseaggravatingapossiblecustomer。Butyouarenotthatkind。“ MissCantirewassilent。Sheknewshewasnotofthatkind,butshedidnotrequirehisvulgarindorsement。Shepushedonforsomemomentsalone,whensuddenlyhehailedher。Sheturnedimpatiently。Hewascarefullyexaminingtheroadonbothsides。 “Wehaveeitherlostourway,“hesaid,rejoiningher,“orthecoachhasturnedoffsomewhere。Thesetracksarenotfresh,andastheyareallgoingthesameway,theyweremadebytheupcoachlastnight。They’renotOURtracks;Ithoughtitstrangewehadn’tsightedthecoachbythistime。“ “Andthen“——saidMissCantireimpatiently。 “Wemustturnbackuntilwefindthemagain。“ Theyoungladyfrowned。“Whynotkeeponuntilwegettothetop?“ shesaidpettishly。“I’msureIshall。“Shestoppedsuddenlyasshecaughtsightofhisgravefaceandkeen,observanteyes。“Whycan’twegoonasweare?“ “BecauseweareexpectedtocomebacktotheCOACH——andnottothesummitmerely。Thesearethe’orders,’andyouknowyouareasoldier’sdaughter!“Helaughedashespoke,buttherewasacertainquietdeliberationinhismannerthatimpressedher。Whenheadded,afterapause,“Wemustgobackandfindwherethetracksturnedoff,“sheobeyedwithoutaword。 Theywalkedforsometime,eagerlysearchingforsignsofthemissingvehicle。AcuriousinterestandanewrelianceinBoyle’sjudgmentobliteratedherpreviousannoyance,andmadehermorenatural。Sheranaheadofhimwithyouthfuleagerness,examiningtheground,followingafalsecluewithgreatanimation,andconfessingherdefeatwithacharminglaugh。Anditwasshewho,afterretracingtheirstepsfortenminutes,foundthedivergingtrackwithagirlishcryoftriumph。Boyle,whohadfollowedhermovementsquiteasinterestedlyasherdiscovery,lookedalittlegraveashenoticedthedeepindentationsmadebythestrugglinghorses。MissCantiredetectedthechangeinhisface;tenminutesbeforeshewouldneverhaveobservedit。“Isupposewehadbetterfollowthenewtrack,“shesaidinquiringly,asheseemedtohesitate。 “Certainly,“hesaidquickly,asifcomingtoapromptdecision。 “Thatissafest。“ “Whatdoyouthinkhashappened?Thegroundlooksverymuchcutup,“shesaidinaconfidentialtone,asnewtoherasherpreviousobservationofhim。 “Ahorsehasprobablystumbledandthey’vetakentheoldtrailaslessdifficult,“saidBoylepromptly。Inhishearthedidnotbelieveit,yetheknewthatifanythingserioushadthreatenedthemthecoachwouldhavewaitedintheroad。“It’saneasiertrailforus,thoughIsupposeit’salittlelonger,“headdedpresently。 “Youtakeeverythingsogood-humoredly,Mr。Boyle,“shesaidafterapause。 “It’sthewaytodobusiness,MissCantire,“hesaid。“Amaninmylinehastocultivateit。“ Shewishedhehadn’tsaidthat,but,nevertheless,shereturnedalittlearchly:“Butyouhaven’tanybusinesswiththestagecompanynorwithME,althoughIadmitIintendtogetmyDunstablehereafterfromyourfirmatthewholesaleprices。“ Beforehecouldreply,thedetonationoftwogunshots,softenedbydistance,floateddownfromtheridgeabovethem。“There!“saidMissCantireeagerly。“Doyouhearthat?“ Hisfacewasturnedtowardsthedistantridge,butreallythatshemightnotquestionhiseyes。Shecontinuedwithanimation:“That’sfromthecoach——toguideus——don’tyousee?“ “Yes,“hereturned,withaquicklaugh,“anditsayshurryup—— mightyquick——we’retiredwaiting——sowe’dbetterpushon。“ “Whydon’tyouanswerbackwithyourrevolver?“sheasked。 “Haven’tgotone,“hesaid。 “Haven’tgotone?“sherepeatedingenuinesurprise。“Ithoughtyougentlemenwhoaretravelingalwayscarriedone。Perhapsit’sinconsistentwithyourgospelofgood-humor。“ “That’sjustit,MissCantire,“hesaidwithalaugh。“You’vehitit。“ “Why,“shesaidhesitatingly,“evenIhaveaderringer——averylittleone,youknow,whichIcarryinmyreticule。CaptainRichardsgaveittome。“Sheopenedherreticuleandshowedaprettyivory-handledpistol。Thelookofjoyfulsurprisewhichcameintohisfacechangedquicklyasshecockeditandlifteditintotheair。Heseizedherarmquickly。 “No,pleasedon’t,youmightwantit——Imeanthereportwon’tcarryfarenough。It’saveryusefullittlething,forallthat,butit’sonlyeffectiveatclosequarters。“Hekeptthepistolinhishandastheywalkedon。ButMissCantirenoticedthis,alsohisevidentsatisfactionwhenshehadatfirstproducedit,andhisconcernwhenshewasabouttodischargeituselessly。Shewasaclevergirl,andafrankonetothoseshewasinclinedtotrust。 Andshebegantotrustthisstranger。Asmilestolealongherovalcheek。 “Ireallybelieveyou’reafraidofsomething,Mr。Boyle,“shesaid,withoutlookingup。“Whatisit?Youhaven’tgotthatIndianscaretoo?“ Boylehadnofalseshame。“IthinkIhave,“hereturned,withequalfrankness。“Yousee,Idon’tunderstandIndiansaswellasyou——andFoster。“ “Well,youtakemywordandFoster’sthatthereisnottheleastdangerfromthem。Aboutheretheyaremerelygrown-upchildren,cruelanddestructiveasmostchildrenare;buttheyknowtheirmastersbythistime,andtheolddaysofpromiscuousscalpingareover。Theonlyotherchildishpropensitytheykeepisthieving。 Eventhentheyonlystealwhattheyactuallywant,——horses,guns,andpowder。Acoachcangowhereanammunitionoranemigrantwagoncan’t。SoyourtrunkofsamplesisquitesafewithFoster。“ Boyledidnotthinkitnecessarytoprotest。Perhapshewasthinkingofsomethingelse。 “I’veamind,“shewentonslyly,“totellyousomethingmore。 Confidenceforconfidence:asyou’vetoldmeYOURtradesecrets,I’lltellyouoneofOURS。BeforeweleftPineBarrens,myfatherorderedasmallescortofcavalrymentobeinreadinesstojointhatcoachifthescouts,whowerewatching,thoughtitnecessary。 So,yousee,I’msomethingofafraudasregardsmyreputationforcourage。“ “Thatdoesn’tfollow,“saidBoyleadmiringly,“foryourfathermusthavethoughttherewassomedanger,orhewouldn’thavetakenthatprecaution。“ “Oh,itwasn’tforme,“saidtheyounggirlquickly。 “Notforyou?“repeatedBoyle。