A companionable silence prevailed in the room. At intervals1 it was broken, but only by the rustle2 of paper or the striking of a match. The heavy breathing, almost amounting to a snore, of one of the two men, and the inarticulate protests of a laboring3 "rocker" chair--these things were only a part of it.
The man at the table was deeply immersed in a miniature sea of calculations. His fair brows were drawn4 in deep concentration. Frequently he was at great pains to relight a pipe which contained nothing but charred5 remnants of tobacco and a moist, unsmokable mixture which afforded only a somewhat offensive taste and aroma6.
The partner in this companionship overflowed7 an undersized "rocker," which withstood, with supreme8 heroism9, the overwhelming forces of its invader10. But its sufferings, under the rhythmic11 rise and fall imposed upon it, found expression at intervals, although they failed to inspire the least sympathy. The heedless giant's whole attention seemed to be absorbed in the personality and effort of his friend.
Finally the latter raised a pair of deep blue eyes. Following upon a sigh, he thrust his papers aside with a brusque movement of relief. Then he raised a hand to his broad forehead and smoothed his disheveled fair hair, which seemed to have undergone some upheaval12 as a result of the mental disturbance13 his efforts had inspired in the brain beneath. The handsome eyes smiled a reassuring14 smile into the rugged15 face of his friend.
"Wal?" echoed the gruff voice of the man in the rocker.
"It's done."
"So--I guessed."
The patient amusement in the twinkling eyes of the man in the rocker was good to see. There was confidence, too, in his regard of the younger man.
"Can we do it--sure?" he enquired, as the other remained silent.
"Without a worry."
"Then dope it out, boy. The easiest thing in the world is handin' out dollars on a right enterprise. I don't know nothin' better--except it is takin' 'em in on the same sort o' play."
Jeffrey Masters smiled more broadly into his friend's good-humored face.
"Five years back, handing out twenty thousand dollars would have given us a nightmare, even on a right proposition," he said. "It isn't that way now. Guess we'll sleep on this thing like new-born babes with our tanks filled right. Nat Williams is out to sell quick, and if we're bright, it's up to us to buy quick. For twenty thousand dollars," he proceeded, referring to his figures, "we get his house, barns, corrals, and all his rolling stock. His growing crops and machinery17. The bunch of old cows and calves18 he's pleased to call his 'herds19.' Also three teams of Shire-bred heavy draft horses, and six hundred and forty acres of first-class wheat land and grazing that only needs capital and hustle20 to set right on top. I don't guess it'll worry us any to hand it all it needs that way. This buy will join up my 'O----' territory with your 'T.T.' grazing, and will turn the combination into one of the finest ranching21 propositions west of Calthorpe, and one which even Montana needs to be proud of."
He leaned back in his chair with a certain air of satisfaction. But there was just a shade of anxiety, too, in the glance with which he favored his friend. However, he need have felt no misgivings23. Bud Tristram had none. He understood the keen business brain underlying24 his friend's tumbled fair hair. Moreover, Jeff, who was only half the older man's age, was regarded with something like parental25 affection.
They had fought their way up together from obscure beginnings to their present affluence26, as the owners of the "T.T." ranch22 and the "O----" ranch respectively. They had been partners in all but name. Now they contemplated27 a definite deed of that nature. It was a consummation which the older man had looked forward to ever since he first lent a hand to his new and youthful neighbor. It was a consummation which Jeffrey, with acute foresight28 and honest purpose, had set himself to achieve. If the older man regarded him with almost parental affection, that regard was fully29 reciprocated30. The business conference between them had for its purpose their mutual31 advantage, and both men were perfectly32 aware of the fact.
But the thought that slightly worried the younger man was the ease, the unconcern of his future partner's attitude. It disquieted33 him because it increased his responsibility. But long ago he had learned the generous nature of the Great Bud. Long ago he had realized his trusting simplicity34. Now he would have preferred a keen cross-examination of his statement. But none was forthcoming, and he was forced to continue in face of the silent acceptance.
"Bud, old friend, I wish I could get you interested in--figures. And I guess they surely are interesting, when you apply them to our own concerns."
But Bud remained unmoved. He stretched himself in an ecstasy36 of ease, raising his great arms above his grizzled head in profound enjoyment37 of his bodily comfort.
He shook his head.
"Guess I know a steer38. Guess I know grass when I see it. I wouldn't say there's a brand in Montana I ain't familiar with. But figgers--sums--they're hell. An' I don't guess I'm yearning39 for hell anyway. Figgers is a sort o' paradise to you. You're built that way. Say, I don't calc'late to rob you of a thing--not even paradise. We'll take your figgers as they stand."
Jeffrey Masters shook his head.
"They're right, sure. But it's no sort of way to talk business."
"Business talk always makes me sweat."
It was quite impossible. Jeffrey was growing impatient. A frown settled upon his broad brow, and the man in the rocker watched it with amused eyes.
"Say, you make me mad. Was there ever such a feller looking for sharps to play him? How do you know I'm not out to beat you? Why, I could roll you for every dollar you possess without lying awake five minutes at night. It's not fair, Bud. It's not fair to me--to you--to your little Nan----"
"What's not fair to Nan?"
Bud's twinkling eyes shot round upon the open French window with an alertness scarcely to be expected in a man of such apparent mental indolence. Jeffrey's eyes cleared of their hot impatience as they sought a similar direction. The gaze of both men encountered the picture of a brown-eyed, brown-haired girl of exquisite41 proportions, standing42 framed in the open window. She was clad in a riding suit of light material, with a long-skirted coat which obviously concealed43 the divided skirt beneath. Her long, brown top boots were white with dust of the trail, and her vicious-looking Mexican spurs hung loosely upon her heels. Her eyes were bright with intelligence and good humor, and her pretty oval face smiled out from under the wide brim of an ample prairie hat.
Jeff began to laugh.
"It's your crazy old father, Nan," he cried. "Say, just look at him. Feast your eyes on him. Can you beat it? Here we are right up to our necks in an epoch-making business proposition and he don't concern himself two whoops44. Was there ever such a bunch of simple trusting folly45 as is rolled up in that six feet three of good-hearted honesty? That's what's not fair to--Nan."
The girl came and laid a protecting hand upon the flannel-clad shoulders of her father. Just for a moment her laughing eyes gazed affectionately down upon the recumbent form of the only parent she possessed47, and whom she idolized. He was stretched out luxuriously48, his great be-chapped legs reaching to the table leg as a support to hold the rocker at a comfortable poise49. His shirt sleeves were rolled up displaying a pair of arms like legs of mutton. The beadwork wristlets were held fixed50 in their position by the distended51 muscles beneath them. She was proud of him, this father who went through the world trusting human nature, and handling cattle as only an artist in his profession can handle them.
Then her dancing eyes sought the face of Jeffrey Masters. Her smile remained, but a subtle something crept into their depths as she surveyed it. It was the handsome, clean-cut face of a purposeful man. There was a straight-forward directness in the gaze of his blue eyes. It was the face of a man who has no fear, physical or moral. It was almost too uncompromising in its fearlessness.
Nan knew its every line by heart. She had thought of it, dreamed of it, since the time when she had first realized that a woman's life is wholly incomplete without the care of a man upon her hands. Sometimes she had felt that Jeffrey Masters possessed depths which could never be fathomed52. Depths of strength, of resource, and all those qualities which make for success. Sometimes she even went further, when her analytical53 faculties--which she possessed in an unusual degree--were most active. She felt that the possession of all these firm qualities had rather smothered54, to an extent, the gentler emotions of the human nature in him. He was strong, passionate55, with a conscience of an almost puritanical56 order, and somehow she felt that a little softening57, a little leavening58 of human weakness would have been all to the good. But this understanding made no difference to her woman's regard, unless it were to strengthen it to a sort of gentle worship such as woman is always ready to yield to strength. It required no effort upon her part to picture this man in the heroic mould of a Spartan59 warrior60.
"'That,'" she replied, with a whimsical smile, "is a man, who most generally seems to fancy his own way of doing things." Then she shook her head as her arm slipped protectingly around the big man's bronzed neck. "I don't guess a woman's argument ever made a man see things different yet. What's he done, Jeff?"
Jeff laughed without humor.
"Done?" he exclaimed. Then, with a shake of the head: "It's not what he's done. Guess it's what he hasn't done, and what he don't seem to figure to do. I'd kind of raised a hope when I saw you in the window. But--well, it was only her father's daughter that came in, I guess."
Then he drew his papers toward him again, and glanced seriously at the figures.
"It's Nat's farm," he explained. "And it's the thing we've been waiting on years. We're getting it fixed right, and your Bud's just about as much help as a deaf mute at a talking bee. I hand him figgers, and--and he smiles, just smiles. I hand him facts, and--he keeps on smiling. It's the kind of smile you most generally see on a dog-tired feller's face when you hand him a funny story. He don't care a cuss anyway. He's figuring to hand Nat ten thousand dollars with no more kick than a government spending public money. He don't kick reasonably or unreasonably61, and I'd gamble you a new hat he hasn't a notion what he's getting for it. It makes me feel like a 'hold-up,' and I say it's not fair to me--nor to himself--nor to--you."
Jeff was serious enough. In such affairs it would have been difficult to find him otherwise. Nan understood. These two men had long been her profound study. Her smiling regard remained unchanging while the man was talking. When he ceased she bent46 over her father in a caressing62 fashion.
"He'd lose his bet. He surely would, daddy dear, wouldn't he? But we really need to answer, don't we? He'd think we were both fools, else. He wouldn't like it either. Say, daddy, shall--shall I talk?"
"I'd hate to stop you, Nan."
Nan smiled contentedly64, and raised a pair of challenging eyes in the direction of the table.
"My daddy thinks I talk too much," she said. "But I s'pose that's my way--most girls talk when they get the chance--just the same as it's his way talking too little. But neither ways suggest a fool, Jeff. And anyway the only sort of fool you need to worry with is the fool who don't see and act in a way of his own. My daddy's acting66 in his own way, and I guess it isn't his way, working overtime67 with the band playing. If you're dead fixed on having a gamble, it's a new hat to a new and less smelly pipe than you're smoking now, that he knows the inside of this deal to the last cent's worth. But what's more, Jeff, he knows you, and knows you couldn't 'hold-up' a Sunday-school kiddie without going and telling its teacher first. And now the mail."
She left her father's side and moved to the table, a very picture of gentle decision and practice.
"Three for you, my daddy," she cried, dropping three letters on his chest, where his shirt gaped68 just below his neck. Then she turned about. "Only one for you, honest Jeff. Just one, and I've guessed at the writing till I'm sick."
Jeff was smiling up with frank amusement.
"Say, that's great. It's got you beat. Well," he added, as he picked up the letter, "I'll just keep you right on guessing. Where's yours?"
The girl laughed merrily.
"Had mine. I don't guess any right-acting girl would sit easy in the saddle twelve miles without reading her mail. Say----" she paused. The smile had died out of her eyes. Jeff's expression had abruptly69 changed. He was regarding the address on his envelope with startled seriousness. Then she went on quickly: "Guess I'll wait till you're both through. I'll get right out an' off-saddle. Then for supper."
In the parlor70 the silence remained unbroken. It became unduly71 prolonged. Bud finished his mail. Jeff was still reading his. It was not a long letter. He had already read it twice through. Now he again turned back to its beginning.
Bud observed him closely. He saw the knitted brows. The curious set of the man's lips. His absorbed interest. Nor did he interrupt. He contented65 himself with that patient waiting which betrayed much of the solid strength of his character.
Presently Jeff looked up. But his eyes did not seek his friend. They were turned upon the open window, his gaze wandering out toward the distant hills, which marked the confines of Rainbow Hill Valley.
Still the other refrained from speech. Finally it was Jeff, himself, who broke the silence.
"Bud," he began, without withdrawing his gaze from the scene beyond the window, "it's a letter from Ronald. It's the second word I've had of him in--five years."
Bud nodded.
"The twin."
Jeff's gaze came slowly, thoughtfully back to Bud's face.
"Sure. We're twins."
An unusual softness crept into the eyes of the man at the table.
"I'm kind of wondering, Bud," he went on presently, "wondering if you get all that means--means to me. I don't know." He passed a hand slowly across his brow, as though to brush aside growing perplexities. "I don't seem to get all it means myself. No, I don't. The whole thing's so queer," he went on, with a nervous, restless movement in his chair. "It sort of seems crazy, too." He laughed meaninglessly. Then he suddenly leaned forward with flushed cheeks and hot eyes. "Bud, don't think me crazy, but--well, say, I'm only part of me without Ronny near. Oh, I don't guess that explains. But it's what I feel--and I can't just talk it right. You don't get it? No, of course you don't. I can see it in your eyes. You think I'm right for the foolish-house. Listen. Is it possible--is it ordinary reason that when twins are born, the nature of one normal child can be divided between the two, one having what the other feller lacks? There, that's how I feel about it. It's the way it is with Ronny and me. All that he is not, I am. I haven't one of his better features. Say, Bud, I'm a pretty cold sort of man. I'd have made a fair sort of Puritan if I'd been on earth a century or so ago. I've little enough humor. I don't care for play. I don't care for half the fun most folks see in life. I'd sooner work than eat. And Ronny--well, Ronny isn't just any of those things. He's just a boy, full of every sort of human notion that's opposite to mine. And I'm crazy for him. Say, Bud, I love him better than anything in life. If anything happened to that boy, why, I guess all that's worth while in me would die plumb72 out."
He paused. Bud's shrewd eyes remained studying the emotion-lit features of this usually unemotional man. He felt he was being admitted to a peep at a soul that was rarely, if ever, bared, and he wondered at the reason. Was it a calculated display, or was it the outlet73 for an emotion altogether too strong for the man's restraint? He inclined to the former belief.
"Nothin' has happened?" he enquired presently, in his direct fashion.
Jeff laughed without any visible sign of lightness.
"No," he said. Then with a deep sigh. "Thank God nothing has happened. But----"
"Then the trouble----?"
"The trouble? Say, Bud, try to get it all as I see it. It's difficult. The boy's away up trapping and shooting--for a living--somewhere in the Cathills. He's away there living on hard pan, while I'm here steadily74 traipsing on with you to a big pile. Remember he's my other--half. Do you know how I feel? No, you can't. Say, he's as merry as I am--dour. He's as fond of life, and play, and the good things of the world as I'm indifferent to 'em. He's reckless--he's weak." Suddenly Jeff's eyes lit. A great passion seemed to surge through his whole body. "Bud, I want him here. I want to be always around to help him when he gets bumping into potholes75. It's that weakness that sets me crazy when I think. He ain't made for the dreary76 grind of the life we live. That's why he cut it out when I came here. Well there's no grind for him now, and I want to have him come along and share in with me. That's why I'm talking now. From this moment on we're a great proposition in the ranching world, and I want Ronny to share in with me."
Bud nodded.
"I get it," he said. Then he added: "You're a great feller."
"Great! Cut it out, Bud," Jeff cried sharply. "It's my love for that other half of me that's talking. That merry bit of a--twin."
"An' you're sendin' for him?"
"If I could fix it that way I don't guess I'd have opened my face to hand you all this. But I can't. He's in the Cathills, away a hundred and more miles northwest of us. That's all he says. He don't give a mail address. No, Bud, I'm going to hunt him out. I'm going to find him, and bring him back. I'll find him sure. We're just one mind an' one body, an'," he added thoughtfully, "I don't guess I'll need a detective bureau to locate him. If he was chasin' around the other end of the world I'd find him--sure. You see, he's the other half of me."
Bud nodded in sympathy, but made no verbal reply.
"See, Bud," Jeff went on, a moment later. "The spring round-up's through. We're going to fix this deed right away. When the attorneys have robbed us all they need, and Nat's handed over, there'll be a good month to haying. That month I'm going to spend in the Cathills. I'll be back for the hay."
The other eased himself in his rocker. Then for some moments no sound broke the silence of the room.
"It's been a heavy spring," Bud said at last.
Jeff nodded. His thoughts were away in the Cathills.
"Seems to me," Bud went on. "Work kind o' worries me some these times." He smiled. "Guess the wheels need the dope of leisure. Mebbe I ain't as young as you."
"No."
Jeff's attention was still wandering.
"Guess the Cathills is an a'mighty big piece o' country gropin' around in," Bud went on.
"Sure. A hell of a piece. But--it don't signify."
"How?"
"Why, mebbe two folks chasin' up a pin in a bunch o' grass is li'ble to halve80 most o' the chances agin either of 'em jabbin' their hands on the business end of it."
"Two? You mean you're goin' to come along an' help find--Ronny?"
Bud excused himself.
"Them Cathills is plumb full of fur an' things. Say, I ain't handled a gun in weeks."
"Bud, you're----"
The door of the room was abruptly flung open and Jeff's words remained unspoken.
"Supper, folks!"
Nan's smiling eyes glanced from one to the other. She stood in the doorway82 compelling them. Besides, the memory of Jeff's letter was still with her, and she was anxious to observe its later effect. That which she now beheld83 was obviously satisfactory, and her smile deepened contentedly.
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