Now Gertrude was crushed and humbled6. She had cheapened herself, as she thought of it, to this rancher, only to find that he preferred another. Her punishment was severe, but she felt that it was deserved, and her ripening7 passion had turned to something very much like hate. Whether he had really had any hand in her brother’s death was a point she would not calmly reason 124 out, though she had a half-conscious feeling that he could not be charged with this. She wanted to think him base: to believe in his guilt8 would be an excuse for making him suffer.
While she walked, she cast quick glances across the waste of grass, looking for a mounted figure that did not appear, until at last she turned with a start at the sound of footsteps as Muriel came up.
“I saw you alone and thought I would join you,” Muriel said.
“It’s a relief to be by oneself now and then,” Gertrude answered with curt9 ungraciousness.
“One can understand that. I tried to give Harry10 a hint that our visit might be an intrusion, when he talked of joining your father; but he thought it would be some comfort for you to have your friends about you.”
“He was some time in putting his idea into practise.”
“We started as soon as we heard of your trouble,” said Muriel. “We were in Mexico then, and as we had moved about a good deal there was some delay in our letters. Has your father decided11 to stay with the Leslies?”
“Yes, for a while. It was, of course, impossible for us to remain with Mr. Prescott.”
“Why could you not?” Muriel asked with sparkling eyes.
“Isn’t it obvious, after what you heard the man admit?”
Muriel stopped, the color creeping into her face, which was filled with anger.
“It’s impossible that Mr. Prescott could have had any connection with Cyril’s disappearance12. It’s wicked and cruel to suspect him!” 125
“You seem strangely convinced of his innocence13,” Gertrude retorted with a somber14 glance at her. “We shall see by and by whether you or my father is right.”
They walked on slowly, and shortly afterward15 two mounted figures appeared on the plain. Gertrude watched them draw near, and then turned to her companion.
“The police; we have been expecting them,” she said. “My father sent a message to the corporal after Prescott had gone.”
“Then he will be deeply ashamed of his harshness before long,” Muriel declared as she abruptly16 moved away.
Gertrude let her go with a cruel smile. She thought she knew how matters stood, and if the girl were suffering, she had no pity for her. Then she waited until the police trotted18 by, and afterward walked slowly toward the house. On reaching it, she met Curtis coming out and he asked for a word with her.
“I understand you were the last person to see Prescott when he left this place the other night,” he said.
Gertrude admitted it, watching the man. He looked disturbed, as if he did not know what to think. Private Stanton was sitting in his saddle with an expressionless face a few yards away, but she imagined it was intended that he should hear her answers.
“Well,” Curtis resumed, “I have to ask what he said to you; anyway, so far as it bears on the business we have in hand. You know why I was sent for?”
Gertrude hesitated. She was very angry with Prescott, and there was a statement he had made which would prove damaging to him if she repeated part of it without the rest. She shrank from this course, but her rancor19 against the man suddenly grew too strong for her. 126
“I suppose I must answer that?”
“It’s your duty.”
“Then,” she said in a strained voice, “Mr. Prescott told me he was going away.”
“Going away!” Curtis looked astonished. “I guess you realize that this is a serious matter. Did he mention when?”
“I understood it would be very soon.” Gertrude looked at the man haughtily20. “That is all I have to tell.”
She went into the house, feeling that she had said enough, and Curtis motioned to his companion and rode away. They had gone some distance when Stanton turned to his superior.
“Pretty significant. What are you going to do about it?” he asked.
“I’ll have to apply for a warrant.”
“You certainly will.”
“Well,” Curtis went on, “this thing isn’t quite so simple as it seems. To begin with, it’s my idea that Miss Jernyngham hasn’t told us all she knows; you want to remember that Prescott’s a good-looking fellow with a taking manner. I can see complications, though I can’t get the right drift of them.”
“Guess the matter will be worse mussed up if Prescott lights out. Now that Bardsley’s gone down the line, you can’t get your warrant for a day or two.”
“That’s so,” Curtis agreed. “I’ll make for the settlement and wire Bardsley and our bosses at Regina; you’ll ride on and keep Prescott in sight—though it would be better if you didn’t let him know you were watching him. When he clears, take the trail behind him and send back word to Sebastian. Soon as I get the warrant or instructions, I’ll come after you.” 127
They separated and some time later Stanton took up his station in a bluff21 which commanded a view of the Prescott homestead. Lying hidden with his horse, he saw the rancher drive up and disappear within the house. Prescott had been very busy during the past two days and had found strenuous22 application something of a relief. He recognized that suspicion was centering on him and that he might expect a visit from the police, but the only way of proving his innocence that he could see was to produce his supposed victim. He foresaw that it might take a long while to find the man, and he must make preparations for a lengthy23 absence. The risk he ran in remaining until he had completed them was grave, but there was a vein24 of dogged persistency25 in him and he would not go before he was ready.
He had, however, other matters to think of. Miss Jernyngham had turned against him; after the confidence she had expressed, he could not understand why she had done so. Muriel Hurst, however, still believed in him, which was a comforting thought, though he would not permit himself to dwell on it. He loved the girl, but it seemed impossible that she should marry him. There was so much against this: the mode of life to which she had been accustomed, his obscure position, the prejudices of her relations. He blamed himself for not struggling more determinedly26 against the charm she had exerted on him; but it was too late to regret this now. He must bear his trouble and try to think of her as seldom as possible, which would be the easier, inasmuch as the work that waited him would demand his close attention. As soon as it grew dark that evening, he must set off on his search for Cyril Jernyngham. 128
Dusk was falling when he rode away from the homestead with a couple of blankets and provisions for a few days strapped27 to his saddle. Though he could trust Svendsen to look after things in his absence, he was anxious and dejected, and it was with keen regret that he cast a last glance across the sweep of shadowy stubble toward the lighted windows of the house. All he saw belonged to him; he had by patient labor28 in frost and scorching29 sun built up the farm, and he was conscious of a strong love for it. It was hard to go away, an outcast, branded with black suspicion, leaving the place in another’s charge; but there was no remedy.
The sky was faintly clouded, the moon, which was near its setting, obscured; the prairie ran back, dim and blurred30; the air was keen and still. Prescott thought he heard a soft beat of hoofs31 behind him. He could, however, see nobody, and he rode on faster, heading for the house of a neighbor with whom he had some business, near the trail to the settlement. After a while he pulled up, and listening carefully heard the sound again. It looked as if he were being followed and he thought that if the police were on his trail, they would expect him to make for the American frontier, and to do that he must pass through or near Sebastian. If they believed this was his object, it might save him trouble, for he meant to ride north in search of Jernyngham after calling at the farm.
Checking his horse, he rode on without haste until it became obvious that the man behind was drawing up, then he set off at a gallop32. Behind the farm he meant to visit lay a belt of broken ground, marked by scrub and scattered33 bluffs34, where it should not be difficult to evade35 his pursuer. The staccato thud of the gallop would ring 129 far through the still, night air, but this was of no consequence; he was some distance ahead and his horse was fresh and powerful. In a few minutes he believed that he was gaining and when he rode into sight of the little wooden house, which showed up black against the sky with one dim light in it, he was seized by a new idea. A horse stood outside the door, and he supposed the rancher had just returned. The man was a friend of Prescott’s and believed in his innocence.
“Larry,” he cried as he rode up, and added when a shadowy figure came out: “You can send along your teams and do that breaking we were speaking of. Svendsen will pay you when you’re through with it. I’m off to the north.”
“Ah!” exclaimed the other sharply. “I guess I know what you’re after. It strikes me you should have gone before.”
He paused with a lifted hand as he heard the drumming of hoofs, and Prescott laughed.
“That’s so. I believe you’ll have a police trooper here in the next few minutes. Your horse is still saddled?”
“Yes; I’ve just come back from Gillom’s.”
“Then get up and ride for the settlement. Mail an order for some harness or anything useful to Regina by the night train, when you get there; you can let Svendsen have the bill. You had better go pretty fast and keep ahead of the trooper as long as you can. I guess you understand.”
“Sure,” grinned the other, and getting into the saddle, rode away at a smart trot17, while Prescott dismounted and led his horse quietly toward the nearest bluff.
On reaching it he stopped and, listening carefully, 130 heard the rancher riding down the trail to Sebastian, and another beat of hoofs that grew rapidly louder. By and by he made out a dim mounted figure that pressed on fast across the shadowy waste, and for a few anxious moments wondered whether the policeman would call at the house and discover its owner’s absence. He passed on, however, and was presently lost in the darkness. When the drumming of his horse’s hoofs gradually died away, Prescott mounted and rode hard toward the north. It would, he thought, be an hour or two before the trooper found out his mistake; the rancher would not betray him, and there was a prospect36 of his getting clear away.
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