"Good morning to you, my friend."
He got stiffly to his feet, stretching his arms up high above his head.
"At least, we're alive yet. That's something, Lynette."
"It's everything!" Emulating7 him she sprang up, scornfully disregarding cramped8 body, her triumphant9 youth ignoring those little pains which shot through her as pricking10 reminders11 of last night's endeavors. "To live, to breathe, to be alive ... it's everything!"
"When one thinks back upon the possibilities of last night," he answered, "the reply is 'Yes.' Good morning, and here's hoping that you had no end of sweet dreams."
She looked at him curiously12.
"I did dream," she said. "Did you?"
"No. When I slept, I slept hard. And your dreams?"
"Were all of two men. Of you and another man, Timber-Wolf, you call him—Bruce Standing13. I heard him call you 'Baby Devil'! That got into my dreams. I thought that we three...."
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She broke off, and still her eyes, fathomless14, mysterious, regarded him strangely.
"Well?" he demanded. "We three?"
She shivered. And, knowing that he had seen, she exclaimed quickly:
"That's because I'm cold! I'm near frozen. Can't we have a fire?"
"But the dream?" he insisted.
"Dreams are nothing by the time they're told," she answered swiftly. "So why tell them? And the fire?"
"No," he told her, suddenly stubborn, and resentful that he could not have free entrance into her sleeping-life. "We went without it when we needed it most; now the sun's up and we don't need it; since, above everything, there's no breakfast to cook."
"So you woke up hungry, too?"
"Hungry? I was eating my supper when first you showed upon my horizon. And, what with looking at you or trying to look at you, I let half of my supper go by me! I'd give a hundred dollars right this minute for coffee and bacon and eggs!"
"You want a lot for a hundred dollars," she smiled back at him. Her hands were already busy with her tumbled hair, for always was Lynette purely15 feminine to her dainty finger-tips. "I'd give all of that just for coffee alone."
"Come," said Deveril, "Let's go. Are you ready?"
"To move on? Somewhere, anywhere? And to search for breakfast? Yes; in a minute."
First, she worked her way back through the brush, down into the creek16 bed, and for a little while, as she bathed her face and neck and arms, and did the most that circumstances permitted at making her morning toilet, she was lost to his following eyes. Slowly he rolled himself a cigarette; that, with a man, may take
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the place of breakfast, serving to blunt the edge of a gnawing17 appetite. Long draughts18 of icy cold water served her similarly. She stamped her feet and swung her arms and twisted her body back and forth19, striving to drive the cold out and get her blood to leaping warmly. Then, before coming back to him, she stood for a long time looking about her.
All the wilderness20 world was waking; she saw the scampering21 flash of a rabbit; the little fellow came to a dead halt in a grassy22 open space, and sat up with drooping23 forepaws and erect24 ears; she could fancy his twitching25 nose as he investigated the morning air to inform himself as to what scents26, pleasurable, friendly, inimical, lay upon it.
"In case he is hungry, after nibbling27 about half the night," she mused28, "he knows just where to go for his breakfast."
The rabbit flapped his long ears and went about his business, whatever it may have been, popping into the thicket29. There grew in a pretty grove30 both willows31 and wild cherry; beyond them a tall scattering33 of cottonwoods; on the rising slope scrub-pines and juniper. And while she stood there, looking down, she heard some quail34 calling, and saw half a dozen sparrows busily beginning office hours, as it were, going about their day's affairs. And one and all of these little fellows knew just what he was about, and where to turn to a satisfying menu. When, returning to Deveril, she confided35 in him something of her findings, which would go to indicate that man was a pretty inefficient36 creature when stood alongside the creatures of the wild, Deveril retorted:
"Let them eat their fill now; before night we'll be eating them!"
"You haven't even a gun...."
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"I could run a scared rabbit to death, I'm that starved! And now suppose we get out of this."
The sun was striking at the tops of the yellow pines on the distant ridge; the light was filtering downward; shadows were thinning about them and even in the ravine below. Walking stiffly, until their bodies gradually grew warm with the exertion37, and always keeping to the thickest clump38 of trees or tallest patch of brush, they began to work their way down into the cañon. The sun ran them a race, but theirs was the victory; it was still half night in the great cleft39 among the mountains when they slid down the last few feet and found more level land underfoot, and the greensward of the wild-grass meadow fringing the lower stream. The cañon creek went slithering by them, cold and glassy-clear, whitening over the riffles, falling musically into the pools, dimpling and ever ready to break into widening circles, a smiling, happy stream. And in it, they knew, were trout40. They stood for a moment, catching41 breath after the steep descent, looking into it.
"I wonder if you have a pin," said Deveril.
She pondered the matter, struck immediately by the aptness of the suggestion; he could see how she wrinkled her brows as she tried to remember if possibly she had made use of a pin in getting dressed the last time.
"I've a hairpin42 or two left. I wonder if we could make that do?"
"Just watch and see!" he exclaimed joyously43.
In putting her tumbled hair straight just now she had discovered two pins, which, even when her hair had come down about her shoulders, had happened to catch in a little snarl44 in the thick tresses; these she had saved and used in making her morning toilet. Now she took her hair down again and presented him with the two pins, gathering45 her hair up in two thick, loose braids, while
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with curious eyes he watched her; and as curiously, the thing done, she watched him busy himself with the pins.
A few paces farther on, creeping forward under the willow32 branches, they came to a spot where the creek banks were clear of brush along a narrow grassy strip, which, however, was screened from the mountainside by a growth of taller trees. Here Deveril went to work on his improvised46 fish-hook. One hairpin he put carefully into his pocket; the other he bent47 rudely into the required shape, making an eye in one end by looping and twisting. The other end, that intended for the hungry mouth of a greedy trout, he regarded long and without enthusiasm.
"Too blunt, to begin with; next, no barb48, too smooth; and, finally, the thing bends too easily. Hairpins49 should be made of steel!"
But at least two of the defects could be simply remedied up to a certain though not entirely50 satisfactory point. He squatted51 down and, employing two hard stones, hammered gently at the malleable52 wire until he flattened53 out the end of it into a thin blade with sharp, jagged edges. Then, using his pocket-knife, he managed to cut several little slots in this thin blade, so that there resulted a series of roughnesses which were not unlike barbs54; whereas he could put no great faith in any one of them holding very securely, at least, taken all together, they would tend toward keeping his hook, if once taken, from slipping out so smoothly55. He re-bent his pin and suddenly looked up at her with a flashing grin.
He robbed one of his boots of its string; he cut the first likely willow wand. Without stirring from his spot he dug in the moist earth and got his worm. And then, motioning her to be very still, he crept a few feet farther along the brook56, found a pool which pleased him, hid behind a clump of bushes and gently lowered his baited
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hook toward the shadowy surface. And before the worm touched the water, a big trout saw and leaped and struck ... and did a clean job of snatching the worm off without having appeared to so much as touch the bent hairpin!
Three quiet sounds came simultaneously57: the splash of the falling fish, a grunt58 from Deveril, a gasp59 from Lynette. Deveril, thinking she was about to speak, glared at her in savage60 admonition for silence; she understood and remained motionless. Slowly he crept back to the spot where he had dug his worm, and scratched about until he had two more. One of them went promptly61 to his hook, while he held the other in reserve. Again he approached his pool, again he lowered his bait about the bush. This time the offering barely touched the water before the trout struck again. Now Deveril was ready for him, deftly62 manœuvring his pole; his string tautened, his wallow bent, the fat, glistening63 trout swung above the racing64 water.... Lynette was already wondering how they were going to cook it!... There was again a splash, and Deveril stood staring at a silly-looking hairpin, dangling65 at the end of an absurd boot-lace. For now the hairpin failed to present the vaguest resemblance to any kind of a hook; the trout's weight had been more than sufficient to straighten it out so that the fish slipped off.
Gradually, moving on noiseless feet, the girl withdrew; her last glimpse of Deveril, before she slipped out of sight among the willows, showed her his face, grim in its set purpose. He was trying the third time, and she believed that he would stand there without moving all day long, if necessary. In the meantime she was done with inactivity and watching; doing nothing when there was much to be done irked her.
Withdrawn66 far enough to make her certain that no
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chance sound made by her would disturb his trout, she went on through the grove and across little grassy open spaces flooring the cañon, making her way further up-stream. When a hundred yards above him, she turned about a tangled67 thicket and came upon the creek where it flashed through shallows. All of her life she had lived in the mountains; as a little girl, many a day had she followed a stream like this, bickering68 away down the most tempting69 of wild places; and more than once, lying by a tiny clear pool, had she caught in her hands one of the quick fishes, just to set him in a little lakelet of her own construction, where she played with him before letting him go again. To-day ... if she could catch her fish first! While Deveril, man-like, taking all such responsibilities upon his own shoulders, cursed silently and achieved nothing beyond loss of bait and loss of temper!
Up-stream, always keeping close to the merrily musical water, she made her slow way until she found a likely spot. At the base of a tiny waterfall was a big smooth rock; the water from above, glassily smooth in its well-worn channel, struck upon the rock and was divided briefly into two streams. One of them, the lesser70, poured down into a small, rock-rimmed pool; the other, deflected71 sharply, sped down another course, to rejoin its fellow a few feet below the pool.
It was to the pool itself, half shut off from the main current, that Lynette gave her quickened attention. She crept closer, noiseless, peeping over. A sudden dark gleam, the quick, nervous steering73 of a trout rewarded her. She stood still, making a profound study of what lay before her; in what the rock-edged pool aided and wherein it would present difficulties. Scarcely more than a trickle74 of water poured out at the lower side; she could hastily pile up a few stones there, and so construct a
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wall insurmountable to the trout if minded to escape down-stream. Then she looked to the far side, where the water slipped in. She could lay a few broken limbs across the rock there and build up a rampart of stones and turf upon it, and so deflect72 nearly all of the incoming water. Both these things done, she could, if need be, bail75 the pool out, and so come with certainty upon whatever fish had blundered into it. She began to hope that she would find a dozen!
Twice, standing upon the glassy rocks, she slipped; once she got soaking wet to her knee; another time she saved herself from a thorough drenching76 in the ice-cold stream only at the cost of plunging77 one arm down into it, elbow-deep. She shivered but kept steadily78 on.
She heard a bird among the bushes and started, thinking that here came Deveril; she fancied him with a string of fish in his hand, laughing at her. Impulsively79 she called to him.
The close walls of the ravine shut in her voice; the thickets80 muffled81 it; the splash and gurgle of the tumbling water drowned it out. She stood very still, hushed; now suddenly the silence, the loneliness, the bigness of the wilderness closed in about her. She looked about fearfully, half expecting to see men spring out from behind every boulder2 or tree trunk. She longed suddenly to see Babe Deveril coming up along the creek to her. She was tempted83 to break into a run racing back to him.
She caught herself up short. All this was only a foolish flurry in her breast, conjured84 up by that sudden realization85 of loneliness when her quickened voice died away into the whispered hush82 of the still solitudes86. For an instant that feeling of being alone had overpowered her, or threatened to do so; then her only thought had been of Babe Deveril; she could have rushed fairly into
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his arms, so did her emotions drive her. Now she found time to puzzle over herself; it struck her now, for the first time, how she had fled unquestioningly into this wilderness with a man. A man whom she did not even know. That hasty headlong act of hers would seem to indicate a trust of a sort. But did she actually trust Babe Deveril, with those keen, cutting eyes of his and the way he had of looking at a girl, and the whole of his reckless and dare-devil personality? Lynette Brooke had not lived in a cave all of her brief span of life; nor had she grown into slim girlhood and the full bud of her glorious youth without more than one look into a mirror. Vapidly87 vain she was not; but clear-visioned she was, and she knew and was glad for the vital, vivid beauty which was hers and thanked God for it. And she glimpsed, if somewhat vaguely88, that to a man like Babe Deveril, taking life lightly, there was no lure89 beyond that of red lips and sparkling eyes. How far could she be sure of him? She went back with slow steps to her trout; she was glad that Babe Deveril had not heard and come running to her just then. But when Deveril did come, carrying two gleaming trout, she masked her misgivings90 and lifted a laughing face toward his triumphant one.
"We eat, Lynette!" he announced gaily91.
Suddenly his eyes warmed to the picture she made, paying swift tribute to the tousled, flushed beauty of her. His glance left her face and ran swiftly down her form; she felt suddenly as though her wet clothing were plastered tight to her.
"You can finish this," she told him swiftly, "if you want to take any more fish."
"But, look here! Where are you going? Breakfast...."
Her teeth were beginning to chatter92.
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"I'm going to try to get dry. You can start breakfast or...."
She fled, and called herself a fool for growing scarlet93, as she knew that she did; as though two burning rays had been directed full upon her back, she could feel his look as she ran from him; she could not quickly enough vanish from his keen eyes, beyond the thicket. And how on earth she was going to get dry again until the sun stood high in the sky, she did not in the least know. She could wring94 out the free water; she could make flails95 of her arms and run up and down until she got warm.... If only she had a fire; but that would be foolhardy, the smoke arising to stand a signal for miles of their whereabouts....
And until this moment she had not thought of how they were to convert freshly caught fish into an edible96 breakfast! How, without fire? She began to shiver again, from head to foot now, and, confronted by her own problem, that of getting warm and dry, she was content to leave all other solutions to Deveril.
When half an hour later she returned to him, she found him smoking a cigarette and crouching97 over a bed of dying coals, whereon certain tempting morsels98 lay; Deveril was turning them this way and that; with the savory99 odor of the grilling100 fish there arose from the embers a whiff of the green sage101-leaves which he had plucked at the slope of the cañon and laid first on his bed of coals. Crisp mountain-trout, garnished102 with sage! And plenty of clear, cold, sparkling water to drink thereafter! Truly a morning repast for king and queen.
"I hope they keep us on the run for a month!" Deveril greeted her. "I haven't had this much fun for a dozen years!"
"But your fire?" she asked anxiously. "Aren't you afraid? The smoke?"
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"Where there's smoke, there's always fire," he told her lightly. "But when a man's on the dodge103, as we are, he can have a fire that gives out almighty104 little smoke! It's all bone-dry wood, with only the handful of sage and a few crisscross willow sticks. Look up, and see how much smoke you can see!"
He had built his small blaze, ringed about by some rocks, in the heart of a small grove of trees which stood forty or fifty feet high; he had got his fire burning with strong, clean flames, from a handful of dry leaves and twigs105; Lynette, looking up, could make out only the faintest bluish-gray wisp of smoke against the gray-green of the leaves. She understood; always it was inevitable106 that they must accept whatever chances the moment brought them, yet it was not at all likely that their faint plume107 of smoke, vanishing among the treetops, would ever draw the glance of any human eye other than their own.
"I'll tell you ..." began Deveril, and broke short off there, as she and he, alert and tense once more, reminded that they were fugitives108, listened to a sudden sound disturbing their silence. A sound unmistakable—a man at no great distance from them, but, fortunately, upon the farther side of the stream, and thus beyond the double screen of willows, was breaking his way through the brush. Both Deveril and Lynette crouched109 low, peering through the bushes. They could only make out that the man was coming up-stream. Once they caught a vague, blurred110 glimpse of his legs, faded overalls111 and ragged112 boots. Then they lost him entirely. They knew when he stopped and both waited breathlessly to know if he had come upon some sign of their own trail. But once more he went on, but now in such silence, as he crossed a little open spot, that they could scarcely make out a sound. Had it not been for the willows
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intervening, they could then have answered their own question, "Who is it?"—a question just now of supreme113 importance, of the importance of life and death. They lay lower; they strove as never before to catch some glimpse that would tell them what they wanted to know. The man stopped again; again went on. There was something guarded about his movements; they felt that he must have seen their tracks, that he was seeking in a roundabout way to come unexpectedly upon them. And then, because there was a narrow natural avenue through the brush, they were given one clear, though fleeting114 glimpse, of him ... of his face—a face as tense and watchful115 as their own had been ... the face of Mexicali Joe.
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