Earlier in the season there had been drenching6 thunder showers, and beyond the grain the flax spread in sheets of delicate blue that broke off on the verge7 of the brown-headed timothy. Still farther back lay the green of alsike and alfalfa, for the band of red and white cattle that roamed about the bluffs8; but while the fodder9 crop was bountiful George had decided10 to supplement it with the natural prairie hay. There was no pause in his exertions11; task followed task in swift succession. Rising in the sharp cold of the dawn, he toiled12 assiduously until the sunset splendors13 died out in paling green and crimson on the far rim2 of the plain.
The early summer was marked by signs of approaching change in Sage14 Butte affairs. There were still a few disturbances15 and Hardie had troubles to face, but he and his supporters noticed that the indifference17 with which they had been regarded was giving place to sympathy. When Grant first visited the settlement after his misadventure, he was received with expressions of indignant commiseration18, and he afterward19 told Flora20 dryly that he was astonished at the number of his friends. Mrs. Nelson and a few of the stalwarts pressed Hardie to make new and more vigorous efforts toward the expulsion of the offenders21, but the clergyman refrained. Things were going as he wished; it was scarcely wise to expose such a tender thing as half-formed opinion to a severe test, and the failure that might follow a premature22 attempt could hardly be recovered from. It seemed better to wait until Grant's assailants should be arrested, and the story of their doings elicited23 in court, to rouse general indignation, and he thought this would happen. Flett had disappeared some weeks ago and nothing had been heard of him, but Hardie believed his chiefs had sent him out on the robbers' trail. The constable24 combined sound sense with dogged pertinacity25, and these were serviceable qualities.
It was a hot afternoon when George brought home his last load of wild sloo hay, walking beside his team, while Flora curbed26 her reckless horse a few yards off. She had ridden over with her father, and finding that George had not returned, had gone on to prevent a hired man from being sent for him. They had met each other frequently of late, and George was sensible of an increasing pleasure in the girl's society; though what Flora felt did not appear. Behind them the jolting27 wagon28 strained beneath its high-piled load that diffused29 an odor of peppermint30; in front the shadow of a bluff lay cool upon the sun-scorched prairie.
"I suppose you heard that Baxter lost a steer31 last week," she said. "Most likely, it was killed; but, though the police searched the reservation, there was no trace of the hide. We have had a little quietness, but I'm not convinced that our troubles won't break out again. Nobody seems to have heard anything of Flett."
"He's no doubt busy somewhere."
"I'm inclined to believe so, and, in a way, his silence is reassuring32.
Flett can work without making a disturbance16, and that is in his favor.
But what has become of Mr. West? We haven't seen much of him of late."
"He has fallen into a habit of riding over to the settlement in his spare time, which isn't plentiful33."
"Ah!" exclaimed Flora; "that agrees with some suspicions of mine.
Don't you feel a certain amount of responsibility?"
"I do," George admitted. "Still, he's rather head-strong, and he hasn't told me why he goes to the Butte; though the girl's father gave me a hint. I like Taunton—he's perfectly34 straightforward—and I'd almost made up my mind to ask your opinion about the matter, but I was diffident."
"I'll give it to you without reserve—there's no ground for uneasiness on West's account; he might fall into much worse hands. If Helen Taunton has any influence over him, it will be wisely used. Besides, she has been well educated; she spent a few years in Montreal."
"She has a nice face; in fact, she's decidedly pretty."
"And that would cover a multitude of shortcomings?"
"Well," said George, thoughtfully, "mere35 physical beauty is something to be thankful for; though I'm not sure that beauty can be, so to speak, altogether physical. When I said the girl had a nice face, I meant that its expression suggested a wholesome36 character."
"You seem to have been cultivating your powers of observation," Flora told him. "But I'm more disposed to consider the matter from Helen's point of view. As it happens, she's a friend of mine and I've reasons for believing that your partner's readily susceptible37 and inclined to be fickle38. Of course, I'm not jealous."
George laughed.
"He's too venturesome now and then, but he has been a little spoiled. I've an idea that this affair is likely to be permanent. He has shown a keen interest in the price of land and the finances of farming, which struck me as having its meaning."
They had now nearly reached the bluff and a horseman in khaki uniform rode out of it to meet them.
"I've been over to your place," he said to George, when he had dismounted. "I was sent to show you a photograph and ask if you can recognize anybody in it?"
He untied39 a packet and George studied the picture handed him. It showed the rutted main street of a little western town, with the sunlight on a row of wooden buildings. In the distance a band of cattle were being driven forward by two mounted men; nearer at hand a few wagons40 stood outside a livery stable; and in the foreground three or four figures occupied the veranda41 of a frame hotel. The ease of their attitudes suggested that they did not know they were being photographed, and their faces were distinct. George looked triumphantly42 excited and unhesitatingly laid a finger on one face.
"This is the man that drove off Mr. Grant's Percheron and stabbed my horse."
The trooper produced a thin piece of card and a small reading-glass.
"Take another look through this; it came along with the photograph.
Now, would you be willing to swear to him?"
"I'll be glad to do so, if I have the chance. Shall I put a mark against the fellow?"
"Not on that!" The trooper handed George the card, which proved to be a carefully drawn43 key-plan of the photograph, with the figures outlined. "You can mark this one."
George did as he was told, and then handed the photograph to Flora.
"How did your people get it?" he asked the trooper.
"I can't say; they don't go into explanations."
"But what do you think? Did Flett take the photograph?"
"No, sir; I heard him tell the sergeant44 he knew nothing about a camera.
He may have got somebody to take it or may have bought the thing."
"Do you know where he is?"
"I only know he got special orders after Mr. Grant was robbed. It's my idea he was somewhere around when the photograph was taken."
"I wonder where it was taken? In Alberta, perhaps, though I'm inclined to think it was on the other side of the frontier."
"That is my opinion," said Flora. "There's not a great difference between us and our neighbors, but the dress of the mounted men and the style of the stores are somehow American. I'd say Montana, or perhaps Dakota."
"Montana," said the trooper. "The big bunch of cattle seems to fix it."
"Then you think Flett is over there?" asked George. "I'm interested, so is Miss Grant, and you needn't be afraid of either of us spreading what you say."
"It's my notion that Flett has spotted45 his men, but I guess he's now watching out near the boundary in Canada. These rustler46 fellows can't do all their business on one side; they'll have to cross now and then. Flett's in touch with some of the American sheriffs, who'll give him the tip, and the first time the fellows slip over the frontier he'll get them. That would suit everybody better and save a blamed lot of formalities."
Flora nodded.
"It strikes me as very likely; and Flett's perhaps the best man you could have sent. But have you shown the photograph to my father?"
"I did that before I left the homestead. There's nobody in the picture like the fellow who drove with Mr. Grant, and he tells me he saw nobody else. Now I must be getting on."
He rode away, and Flora reverted47 to the topic she and George had been discussing.
"So you believe Mr. West is thinking of living here altogether! I suppose he would be able to take a farm of moderate size?"
"It wouldn't be very large; he can't have much money, but his people would help him to make a start if they were satisfied. That means they would consult me."
Flora smiled.
"And you feel you would be in a difficult position, if you were asked whether it would be wise to let him marry a prairie girl? Have you formed any decision about the matter?"
She spoke48 in an indifferent tone, but George imagined that she was interested.
"I can't see why he shouldn't do so."
"Think a little. West has been what you call well brought up, he's fastidious, and I haven't found English people free from social prejudices. Could you, as his friend, contemplate49 his marrying the daughter of a storekeeper in a rather primitive50 western town? Taunton, of course, is not a polished man."
"I don't think that counts; he's a very good type in spite of it. The girl's pretty, she has excellent manners, and she strikes me as having sense—and in some respects Edgar has very little. I'll admit that at one time I might not have approved of the idea, but I believe I've got rid of one or two foolish opinions that I brought out with me. If Miss Taunton is what she appears to be, he's lucky in getting her. Don't you think so?"
He had spoken with a little warmth, though, as Flora knew, he was seldom emphatic51; and a rather curious expression crept into her face. He did not quite understand it, but he thought she was pleased for some reason or other!
"Oh," she said lightly, "I have told you my opinion."
Nothing further was said about the subject, but George walked beside his team in a state of calm content. His companion was unusually gracious; she made a picture that was pleasant to watch as she sat, finely poised52, on the big horse, with the strong sunlight on her face. Her voice was attractive, too; it reached him, clear and musical, through the thud of hoofs53 and the creak of slowly-turning wheels, for he made no attempt to hurry his team.
When they reached the homestead, the conversation centered on the constable's visit; and when the Grants left, Edgar stood outside with George, watching the slender mounted figure grow smaller beside the jolting buggy.
"George," he said, "I've met very few girls who could compare with
Flora Grant, taking her all round."
"That's correct," George told him. "As a matter of fact, I'm doubtful whether you have met any who would bear the comparison. It was the sillier ones who made a fuss over you."
"I know of one," Edgar resumed. "As it happens, she's in Canada."
"I'd a suspicion of something of the kind," George said dryly.
Edgar made no answer, but presently he changed the subject.
"What's the least one could take up a farm here with, and have a fair chance of success?"
"One understands it has been done with practically nothing on preempted54 land, though I'm rather dubious55. In your case, I'd fix five thousand dollars as the minimum; more would be decidedly better."
"Yes," said Edgar thoughtfully; "that's about my idea; and I suppose it could be raised, though my share of what was left us has nearly all been spent in cramming56 me with knowledge I've no great use for. Stephen, however, has done pretty well, and I think he always realized that it would be his privilege to give me a lift; I've no doubt he'll write to you as soon as I mention the matter, and your answer will have its effect." He looked at George with anxious eyes. "I venture to think you'll strain a point to say what you can in my favor?"
"In the first place, I'll ride over to the Butte and have supper with
Taunton, as soon as I can find the time."
"Thanks," responded Edgar gratefully; "you won't have any doubts after that." Then he broke into laughter. "You'll excuse me, but it's really funny, George."
"I don't see the joke," George said shortly.
Edgar tried to look serious, and failed.
"I can imagine your trying to weigh up Helen; starting a subtle conversation to elucidate57 her character, and showing what you were after and your profound ignorance with every word; though you mustn't suppose I'd be afraid of submitting her to the severest test. Why, you wouldn't even know when a girl was in love with you, unless she told you so. Perhaps it's some excuse that your mind's fixed58 on one woman to the exclusion59 of all the rest, though one could imagine that, as you think of her, she's as unreal and as far removed from anything made of flesh and blood as a saint in a picture. After all, I dare say it's a very proper feeling."
George left him, half amused and half disturbed. He did not resent Edgar's freedom of speech, but the latter had a way of mixing hints that were not altogether foolish with his badinage60, and his comrade was inclined to wonder what he had meant by one suggestive remark. It troubled him as he strolled along the edge of the tall green wheat, but he comforted himself with the thought that, after all, Edgar's conversation was often unworthy of serious consideration.
A week later George rode over to the store at the settlement, feeling a little diffident, because he had undertaken the visit only from a sense of duty. He was cordially received, and was presently taken in to supper, which was served in a pretty room and presided over by a very attractive girl. She had a pleasant voice and a quiet face; though he thought she must have guessed his errand, she treated him with a composure that set him at his ease. Indeed, she was by no means the kind of girl he had expected Edgar to choose; but this was in her favor. George could find no fault in her.
Shortly after the meal was finished his host was called away, and the girl looked up at George with a flush of color creeping, most becomingly, into her face.
"Edgar told me I needn't be afraid of you," she said.
George smiled.
"I can understand his confidence, though it had a better foundation than my good-nature. I wonder whether I might venture to say that he has shown remarkably61 good sense?"
"I'm glad you don't think he has been very foolish," replied the girl, and it was obvious to George that she understood the situation.
He made her a little grave bow.
"What I've said, I'm ready to stick to. I'm a friend of Edgar's, and that carried an obligation."
"Yes," she assented62, "but it was because you are a friend of his and, in a way, represent his people in England, that I was a little uneasy."
Her speech implied a good deal and George admired her candor63.
"Well," he said, "so far as I am concerned, you must never feel anything of the kind again. But I think you should have known it was quite unnecessary."
She gave him a grateful glance and soon afterward her father came in.
"Guess we'll take a smoke in the back office," he said to George.
George followed him, and thought he understood why he was led into the little untidy room strewn with packets of goods, though his host had a fine commodious64 house. Taunton would not attempt to dissociate himself from his profession; he meant to be taken for what he was, but he knew his value. He was a gaunt, elderly man: as far as his general appearance went, a typical inhabitant of a remote and half-developed western town, though there was a hint of authority in his face. Giving George an excellent cigar, he pointed65 to a chair.
"Now," he began, "we must have a talk. When your partner first came hanging round my store, buying things he didn't want, I was kind of short with him. Helen helps me now and then with the books, and he seemed to know when she came in."
"I noticed he came home in a rather bad temper once or twice," George said with a laugh. "I used to wonder, when he produced sardine66 cans at supper, but after a while I began to understand."
"Well," continued Taunton, "I didn't intend to have any blamed Percy trying to turn my girl's head, until I knew what he meant. I'd nobody to talk it over with—I lost her mother long ago—so I kind of froze him out, until one day he came dawdling67 in and asked if he might take Helen to Jim Haxton's dance.
"'Does she know you have come to me about it?' I said.
"'Can't say,' he told me coolly, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. 'I haven't mentioned the matter yet; I thought I'd ask you first.'
"'S'pose I object?' I said.
"'Then,' he allowed quite tranquil68, 'the thing will have to be considered. There's not the slightest reason why you should object.'
"I'd a notion I could agree with him—I liked the way he talked—and I told him Helen could go, but the next time he called he was to walk right into the office instead of hanging round the counter. I asked him what he'd done with all the canned truck he'd bought, and he said he was inclined to think his partner had eaten most of it. Since then he's been over pretty often, and I figured it was time I gave you a hint."
"Thanks," responded George. "He was, in a way, placed in my hands, but
I've no real control over him."
"That's so; he's of age. What I felt was this—I've nothing against West, but my girl's good enough for anybody, and I can't have his people in England looking down on her and making trouble. If they're not satisfied, they had better call him back right now. There's to be no high-toned condescension69 in this matter."
"I don't think you need be afraid of that," said George. "It would be altogether uncalled for. It's very likely that I shall be consulted, and I'll have pleasure in telling his people that I consider him a lucky man."
"There's another point—has West any means?"
"I believe about five thousand dollars could be raised to put him on a farm."
Taunton nodded.
"It's not very much, but I don't know that I'm sorry. I'll see they're fixed right; whatever West gets I'll beat. My girl shan't be indebted to her husband's folks. But there's not a word to be said about this yet. West must wait another year before we decide on anything."
George thought the storekeeper's attitude could not be found fault with, and when he drove home through the soft dusk of the summer night, he was glad to feel that there was no need for anxiety about the choice Edgar had made.
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