Gordon was staring moodily2 out of the window, one arm hanging idly over the back of his chair. He had taken up office room in an empty shop building across the street from the hotel.
“It’s so devilish, it’s weird,” agreed the ranchman. “But your part was great. You vanquished3 Jesse Black. That is more than we hoped for a week ago. Is it your fault or mine that those fool deputies acted like flies in tangle-foot and went spraddle-fingered when something was expected of them? We have nothing to do with a little thing like a broken windowpane.”
There was an ugly cut on his forehead caused by his violent contact with the sharp edge of the window casing. He was pale, but he had lost none of the old faith in himself or in his power to dominate affairs in the cattle country. Defeat was intolerable to him. He refused to bow his head to it. To-day’s check only made him the more determined4, if that were possible, to free the land of its shame.
“I’ll pull myself together again, never fear,” said Gordon. “Just give me to-night. You see that’s not all. I’ve something else to think about, too, now that I have time. It takes a fellow’s nerve away to have everything that is worth while drop out at once. But I’ve rallied before. I know I’m beastly selfish not to talk to you to-night, but—”
“Dick,” interrupted Langford, bluntly, “did she turn you down?”
“I never asked her. She is going back—home—next week.”
“If you let her.”
“You don’t quite understand, Paul,” said Gordon, a little wearily. “She said she could never live in this country—never. She would die here. Could I ask her after that? Could I ask her anyway, and be a man? I know. She would just pine away.”
“Girls don’t pine—only in imagination. They are tougher than you give them credit for.”
“But somehow, Mary seems different,” said Gordon, thoughtfully. He surprised a flush in his friend’s cheek. “You deserve her, old man, you’ll be very happy. She is the right kind. I congratulate you with all my heart.”
An odd lump came into Langford’s throat. Despite Gordon’s vigorous and healthful manhood, there seemed always a certain pathos5 of life surrounding him.
“I haven’t asked, either,” confessed Paul. “But you have made it possible for me to do so—to-night—to-morrow—whenever I can find a chance. Take my advice, old man, don’t let your girl go. You’ll find she is the kind after all. You don’t know her yet.”
Paul left the room, and Gordon paced the narrow confines of his shabby office—back and forth6—many times. Then he threw himself once more into his chair. The hours were long. He had all night to think about things. When morning came, all his weakness would be over. No one should ever again see him so unmanned as Paul had seen him to-night And when Louise should go—his arms fell nervelessly to the table. He remained thus a moment, his eyes fixed7 and unseeing, and then his head dropped heavily upon his arms.
Alone in the night, Louise awoke. She found it impossible to fall asleep again. She was nervous. It must be something in the atmosphere. She tossed and tossed and flounced and flounced. She counted up to thousands. She made her mind a blank so often that she flew to thinking to escape the emptiness of it. Still her eyes were wide and her mind fairly a-quiver with activity. She slipped out of bed. She would tire herself into sleep. She even dressed. She would show herself. If she must be a midnight prowler, she would wear the garments people affect when they have their thoughts and energies fixed on matters mundane8. Drawing the oil stove close to the window fronting the street, she sank into a chair, drew a heavy shawl over her shoulders, put her feet on the tiny fender, and prepared to fatigue9 herself into oblivion.
A light shone from the window across the way. He was still at work, then. He ought not to sit up so late. No wonder he was looking so worn out lately. He ought to have some one to look after him. He never thought of himself. He never had time. She would talk to him about keeping such late hours—if she were not going back to God’s country next week. Only next week! It was too good to be true,—and yet she sighed. But there was no other way. She ought never to have come. She was not big enough. He, too, had told her she was not the kind. Doubtless, he knew. And she didn’t belong to anybody here. She was glad she was going back to where she belonged to somebody. She would never go away again.
Was that Gordon passing back and forth in front of the window? Something must be troubling him. Was it because Jesse Black had escaped? But what a glorious vindication10 of his belief in the man’s guilt11 had that afternoon been given! Nothing lacked there. Why should he be sorry? Sometimes, she had thought he might care,—that day crossing the river for instance; but he was so reserved—he never said—and it was much, much better that he did not care, now that she was going away and would never come back. There was nothing in all the world that could make her come back to this big, bleak12, lonesome land where she belonged to nobody. But she was sorry for him. He looked sad and lonely. He didn’t belong to anybody here, either, yet he wasn’t going to run away as she was. Well, but he was a man, and men were different.
And now she noticed that his head had sunk down onto his arms. How still he sat! The minutes passed away. Still he sat motionless, his face buried.
It was dark. The yellow gleam streaming out of the window only served to make the surrounding darkness denser13. The lamp on the table cast a pale circle immediately in front of the office. There was no other flicker14 of light on the street. Into this circle there moved a shadow. It retreated,—advanced again,—glided15 back into obscurity. Was it something alive, or did the moving of the lamp cause the shadows to thus skip about? But the lamp had not been moved. It burned steadily16 in the same position. The relaxed form of the unconscious man was still bent17 over the table. Nothing had changed within. Probably some dog locked out for the night had trotted18 within the radius19 of light. Maybe a cotton-tail had hopped20 into the light for a second. Louise did not know whether rabbits ever came into the town, but it was likely they did. It might have been one of the strayed cattle wandering about in search of food. That was the most probable supposition of all. Of course it might have been only her imagination. The little pinch of fright engendered21 of the moving shadow and the eerie22 hour passed away. Her eyes grew pensive23 again. How still it was! Had Gordon fallen asleep? He lay so quietly. Had he grieved himself into slumber24 as a girl would do? No—men were not like that.
Ah! There was the moving shadow again! She caught her breath quickly. Then her eyes grew wide and fixed with terror. This time the shadow did not slink away again. It came near the window, crouching25. Suddenly, it stood up straight. Merciful Father! Why is it that a human being, a creature of reason and judgment26, prowling about at unnatural27 hours, inspires ten-fold more terror to his kind than does a brute28 in like circumstances of time and place? Louise tried to scream aloud. Her throat was parched29. A sudden paralysis30 held her speechless. It was like a nightmare. She writhed31 and fought desperately32 to shake herself free of this dumb horror. The cold damp came out on her forehead. Afterward33 she remembered that she knew the man and that it was this knowledge that had caused her nightmare of horror to be so unspeakably dreadful. Now she was conscious only of the awfulness of not being able to cry out. If she could only awaken34 Mary! The man lifted his arm. He had something in his hand. Its terrible import broke the spell of her speechlessness.
“Mary! Mary!”
She thought she shrieked35. In reality, she gasped36 out a broken whisper; but it thrilled so with terror and pleading that Mary was awakened37 on the instant. She sprang out of bed. As her feet touched the floor, a pistol shot rang out, close by. She had been trained to quick action, and superb health left no room for cobwebs to linger in the brain when she was suddenly aroused. She had no need for explanations. The shot was enough. If more was needed, there was the lighted window across the way and here was Louise crouched38 before their own. Swiftly and silently, she seized her revolver from the bureau, glided to the window, and fired three times in rapid succession, the reports mingling39 with the sound of shattered glass.
“I think I hit him the second time, Louise,” she said, with a dull calm. “I can’t be sure.”
She lighted a lamp and began to dress mechanically. Louise stayed not to answer. In the hall, she encountered Paul Langford, just as another shot rang out.
“Go back, Miss Dale,” he cried, hurriedly but peremptorily40. “You mustn’t come. I am afraid there has been foul41 play.”
She looked at him. It hurt, that look.
“He is dead,” she whispered, “I am going to him,” and glided away from his detaining hand.
He hurried after her. Others had been aroused by the nearness of the pistol shots. Doors were thrown open. Voices demanded the meaning of the disturbance42. Putting his arm around the trembling girl, Langford hastened across the street with her. At the door of Gordon’s office, he paused.
“I will go in first, Louise. You stay here.”
He spoke43 authoritatively44; but she slipped in ahead of him. Her arms fell softly over the bowed shoulders. Her cheek dropped to the dark, gray-streaked hair. There was little change, seemingly. The form was only a little more relaxed, the attitude only a little more helpless. It seemed as if he might have been sleeping. There was a sound, a faint drip, drip, drip, in the room. It was steady, monotonous45, like drops falling, from rain pipes after the storm is over. Langford opened the door.
“Doc! Doc Lockhart! Some one send Doc over here quick! Gordon’s office! Be quick about it!” he cried, in a loud, firm voice. Then he closed the door and locked it. In response to his call, footsteps were heard running. The door was tried. Then came loud knocking and voices demanding admittance.
“No one can come in but Doc,” cried Langford through the keyhole. “Send him quick, somebody, for God’s sake! Where’s Jim Munson? He’ll get him here. Quick, I tell you!”
He hastened back to the side of his friend and passed his hand gently over the right side to find the place whence came that heartbreaking drip. Disappointed in their desire to get in, men crowded before the window. Louise stepped softly forward and drew the blind between him and the mass of curious faces without. She was very pale, but quiet and self-possessed. She had rallied when Langford had whispered to her that Gordon’s heart was still beating. The doctor rapped loudly, calling to Langford to open. Paul admitted him and then stepped out in full sight of all, his hand still on the knob. The late moon was just rising. A faint light spread out before him.
“Boys,” he cried, a great grief in his stern voice, “it’s murder. Dick Gordon’s murdered. Now get—you know what for—and be quick about it!”
They laid him gently on the floor, took off his coat, and cut away the blood soaked shirts. Louise assisted with deft46, tender hands. Presently, the heavy lids lifted, the gray eyes stared vacantly for a moment—then smiled. Paul bent over him.
“What happened, old man?” the wounded man whispered gropingly. It required much effort to say this little, and a shadow of pain fell over his face.
“Hush, Dick, dear boy,” said Langford, with a catch in his voice. “You’re all right now, but you mustn’t talk. You’re too weak. We are going to move you across to the hotel.”
“But what happened?” he insisted.
“You were shot, you know, Dick. Keep quiet, now! I’m going for a stretcher.”
“Am I done for?” the weak voice kept on. But there was no fear in it.
“You will be if you keep on talking like that”
Obeying a sign from the doctor, he slipped away and out. Gordon closed his eyes and was still for a long time. His face was white and drawn47 with suffering.
“Has he fainted?” whispered Louise.
The eyes opened quickly. They fell upon Louise, who had not time to draw away. The shadow of the old, sweet smile came and hovered48 around his lips.
“Louise,” he whispered.
“Yes, it is I,” she said, laying her hand lightly on his forehead. “You must be good until Paul gets back.”
“I’m done for, so the rest of the criminal calendar will have to go over. You can go back to—God’s country—sooner than you thought.”
“I am not going back to—God’s country,” said Louise, unexpectedly. She had not meant to say it, but she meant it when she said it.
“Come here, close to me, Louise,” said Gordon, in a low voice. He had forgotten the doctor. “You had better—I’ll get up if you don’t. Closer still. I want you to—kiss me before Paul gets back.”
Louise grew whiter. She glanced hesitatingly at the doctor, timidly at the new lover in the old man. Then she bent over him where he lay stretched on the floor and kissed him on the lips. A great light came into his eyes before he closed them contentedly49 and slipped into unconsciousness again.
Langford rounded up Jim Munson and sent him across with a stretcher, and then ran up stairs for an extra blanket off his own bed. It was bitterly cold, and Dick must be well wrapped. On the upper landing, he encountered Mary alone. Something in her desolate50 attitude stopped him.
“What’s the matter, Mary,” he demanded, seizing her hands.
“Nothing,” she answered, dully. “How is he?”
“All right, I trust and pray, but hurt terribly, wickedly.”
He did not quite understand. Did she love Gordon? Was that why she looked so heart-broken? Taking her face in his two hands, he compelled her to look at him straight.
“Now tell me,” he said.
“Did I kill him?” she asked.
“Kill whom?”
“Why, him—Jesse Black.”
Then he understood.
“Mary, my girl, was it you? Were those last shots yours?” All the riotous51 love in him trembled on his tongue.
“Did I?” she persisted.
“God grant you did,” he said, solemnly. “There is blood outside the window, but he is gone.”
“I don’t like to kill people,” she said, brokenly. “Why do I always have to do it?”
He drew her to him strongly and held her close against his breast.
“You are the bravest and best girl on earth,” he said. “My girl,—you are my girl, you know,—hereafter I will do all necessary killing52 for—my wife.”
He kissed the sweet, quivering lips as he said it.
Some one came running up the stairs, and stopped suddenly in front of the two in the passage.
“Why, Jim!” cried Langford in surprise. “I thought you had gone with the stretcher.”
“I did go,” said Jim, swallowing hard. He shifted nervously53 from one spurred foot to the other. “But I came back.”
He looked at Langford beseechingly54.
“Boss, I want to see you a minute, ef—Mary don’t mind.”
“I will come with you, Jim, now,” said Langford with quick apprehension55.
“Mary,”—Jim turned away and stared unseeingly down the staircase,—“go back to your room for a little while. I will call for you soon. Keep up your courage.”
“Wait,” said Mary, quietly. There were unsounded depths of despair in her voice, though it was so clear and low. “There was another shot. I remember now. Jim, tell me!”
Jim turned. The rough cowboy’s eyes were wet—for the first time in many a year.
“They—hope he won’t die, Mary, girl. Your father’s shot bad, but he ain’t dead. We think Black did it after he run from Gordon’s office. We found him on the corner.”
Langford squared his broad shoulders—then put strong, protecting arms around Mary. Now was he her all.
“Come, my darling, we will go to him together.”
She pushed him from her violently.
“I will go alone. Why should you come? He is mine. He is all I have—there is no one else. Why don’t you go? You are big and strong—can’t you make that man suffer for my father’s murder? Jim, take me to him.”
She seized the cowboy’s arm, and they went out together, and on down the stairs.
Langford stood still a moment, following them with his eyes. His face was white. He bent his head. Jim, looking back, saw him thus, the dull light from the hall-lamp falling upon the bent head and the yellow hair. When Langford raised his head, his face, though yet white, bore an expression of concentrated determination.
He, too, strode quickly down the stairs.
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