"I should have thought you'd be frightened to have this sort of thing on the premises," he could not help saying.
"Frightened of what?"
"Well—bushrangers."
"They don't exist. They're as extinct as the dodo. But that reminds me!"
She broke off abruptly8, and sat staring thoughtfully at the door, which was standing9 ajar. She even gave the steps of her [Pg 57]Corinthian column a rest from tooth-brush and plate-powder.
"That reminds you?"
"Yes—of bushrangers. We once had some here, before they became extinct."
"Since you've had the plate?"
"Yes; it was the plate they were after. How they got wind of it no one ever knew."
"Is it many years ago?"
"Well, I was quite a little girl at the time. But I never shall forget it! I woke in the night, hearing shots, and I ran into the veranda10 in my night-dress. There was my father behind one of the veranda posts, with a revolver in each hand, roaring and laughing as though it were the greatest joke in the world; and there were two men in the store veranda, just outside this door. They were shooting at father, all they knew, but they couldn't hit him, though they hit the post nearly every time. I'll show you the marks when we go over to lunch. My father kept laughing and shooting at them the whole time. It was just the sort of game he liked. But at last one of the men fell in a heap outside the door, and then the other bolted for his horse. He got away, too; but he left something behind him that he'll never replace in this world or the next."
"What was that?" asked Engelhardt with a long breath.
"His little finger. My father amputated it with one of his shots. It was picked up between this and the place where he mounted his horse. Father got him on the wing!" said Naomi, proudly.
"Was he caught?"
"No, he was never heard of again."
"And the man who was shot?"
Engelhardt shook his head.
"Tigerskin the bushranger! No less! It was a dirty burgling business for a decent bushranger to lose his life in, now wasn't it? For they never stuck up the station, mind you; they were caught trying to burst into the store. Luckily, they didn't succeed. The best of it was that at the inquest, and all that, it never came out what it was they really wanted in our store. Soon afterward12 my father had the windows blocked up and the whole place cemented over, as you see it now."
Naomi was done. Back went the tooth-brush to work on the Corinthian column,[Pg 59] and Engelhardt saw more of the pretty hair, but less of the sweet face, as she bent13 to her task with redoubled vigor14. Sweet she most certainly was in his sight, and yet she could sit there, and tell him of blood spilt and life lost before her own soft eyes, as calmly as though such sights were a natural part of a young girl's education. For a space he so marvelled15 at her that there was room in his soul for no other sensation. Then the towering sun struck down through the skylight, setting light to the silver, and brushing the girl's hair as she leant forward, so that it shone like spun16 copper17. From that moment the piano-tuner could only and slavishly admire; but he was not allowed much time for this slightly perilous19 recreation. Abruptly, impulsively20, as she did most things, Naomi raised her face and gave him a nod.
"Now, Mr. Engelhardt, it's your turn to talk. I've done my share. Who are you, where do you come from, and what's your ambition in life? It really is time I knew something more about you."
The poor fellow was so taken aback, and showed it so plainly, that Naomi simplified her question without loss of time.
"It doesn't matter who you are, since you're a very nice young man—which is the main thing. And I know that you hail from old England, which is all I have any business to know. But come! you must have some ambitions. I like all young men to have their ambitions. I distrust them when they have none. So what's yours? Out with it quick!"
She discerned delight behind his blushes.
"Come on, I can't wait! What is it?"
"I suppose it's music."
"I knew it. Oh, but that's such a splendid ambition!"
"Do you really think so?"
"It's grand! But what do you aspire21 to do? Mephistopheles or Faust in the opera? Or sentimental22 songs in your dress-suit, with a tea-rose in your button-hole and a signet-ring plain as a pike-staff to the back row? Somehow or other I don't think you're sleek23 enough for a tenor24 or coarse enough for a bass25. Certainly I know nothing at all about it."
"Oh, Miss Pryse, I can't sing a bit!"
"My dear young man, I've heard you."
"I only tried because they made me—and to sell my wretched songs."
"Then is it to be solos on the piano?"
"Oh, Miss Pryse!"
"Well, then, what?"
"How can I say it? I should like, above everything else—if only I ever could!—to write music—to compose." He said it shyly enough, with downcast eyes, and more of his blushes.
"And why not?"
"Well, I don't know why not—one of these days."
"I should say that you would compose very well indeed," remarked Naomi, naïvely.
"I don't know that; but some day or other I mean to try."
"To keep myself alive meanwhile. I don't say that I shall ever do any good as a composer. Only that's what you'd call my ambition. In any case, I don't know enough to try yet, except to amuse myself when I'm alone. I have no technique. I know only the rudiments30 of harmony. I do get ideas;[Pg 62] but they're no use to me. I haven't enough knowledge—of treatment—of composition—to turn them to any account. But I shall have some day! Miss Pryse, do you know why I'm out here? To make enough money to go back again and study—and learn my trade—with plenty of time and pains—which all trades require and demand. I mean all artistic31 trades. And I'm not doing so very badly, seeing I've only been out three years. I really am beginning to make a little. It was my mother's idea, my coming out at all. I wasn't twenty-three at the time. It was a splendid idea, like everything she does or says or thinks! How I wish you knew my mother! She is the best and cleverest woman in all the world, though she is so poor, and has lived in a cottage all her life. My father was a German. He was clever, too, but he wasn't practical. So he never succeeded. But my mother is everything! One day I shall go back to her with my little pile. Then we shall go abroad together—perhaps to Milan—and I shall study hard-all, and we'll soon find out whether there's anything in me or not. If there isn't, back I come to the colonies to tune18 pianos and sell music; but my mother shall come with me next time."
"You will find that there is something in you," said Naomi. "I can see it."
Indeed, it was not unreasonable32 to suppose that there was something behind that broad, high forehead and those enthusiastic and yet intelligent eyes. The mouth, too, was the delicate, mobile mouth of the born artist; the nostrils33 were as sensitive as those of a thoroughbred racehorse; and as he spoke34 the young man's face went white-hot with sheer enthusiasm. Clearly there was reason in what Naomi thought and said, though she knew little about music and cared less. He beamed at her without answering, and she spoke again.
"Certainly you have ambition," she said; "and honestly, there's nothing I admire so much in a young man. Please understand that I for one am with you heart and soul in all you undertake or attempt. I feel quite sure that I shall live to see you famous. Oh, isn't it splendid to be a man and aim so high?"
"It is," he answered, simply, out of the frankness of his heart.
"Even if you never succeed, it is fine to try!"
"Thank Heaven for that. Even if you never succeed!"
"But you are going to——"
"Or going to know the reason why!"
To a sympathetic young woman who believes in him, and thus stimulates35 his belief in himself; who is ready with a nod and a smile when his mind outstrips36 his tongue; who understands his incoherences, and is with him in his wildest nights; to such a listener the ordinary young man with enthusiasm can talk by the hour together, and does. Naomi was one such; she was eminently37 understanding. Engelhardt had enthusiasm. He had more than it is good for a man to carry about in his own breast. And there is no doubt that he would have spent the entire morning in putting his burden, bit by bit, upon Naomi as she sat and worked and listened, had no interruption occurred. As it was, however, she interrupted him herself, and that in the middle of a fresh tirade38, by suddenly holding up her finger and sharply enjoining39 silence.
"Don't you hear voices?" she said.
He listened.
"Yes, I do."
"Do you mind seeing who it is?"
He went to the door. "There are two men hanging about the station veranda," he said. "Stay! Now they have seen me, and are coming this way."
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Naomi said not one word, but she managed to fetch over the office-stool in the haste with which she sprang to the ground. At a run she rounded the counter, and reached the door just as the men came up. She pushed Engelhardt out first, and then followed him herself, locking the door and putting the key in her pocket before turning to the men. Last of all, but in her most amiable40 manner, she asked them what they wanted.
"Travellers' rations," said one.
"Especially meat," added the other.
"Very good," said Naomi, "go to the kitchen and get the meat first. Mr. Engelhardt, you may not know the station custom of giving rations to travellers. We don't give meat here as a rule; so will you take these men over to the kitchen, and tell Mrs. Potter I wish them each to have a good helping41 of cold mutton? Then bring them back to the store."
"No?" said Naomi, with a charming smile. "But I'm sure you need some meat. What's more, I mean you to have some!"
"Suppose we take the tea and flour first, now we are at the store!"
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"Ah, I can't attend to you for a few minutes," said the girl, casually43. As she spoke she turned and left them, and Engelhardt gathered her unconcern from the snatch of a song as she entered the main building. The men accompanied him to the kitchen in a moody44 silence. As for himself, he already felt an extraordinary aversion for them both.
And indeed their looks were against them. The one who had spoken offensively about the meat was a stout45, thick-set, middle-aged46 man, who gave an impression of considerable activity in spite of his great girth. Half his face was covered with short gray bristles47, like steel spikes48. Though his hands were never out of his pockets, he carried his head like a man of character; but the full force of a bold, insolent49, vindictive50 expression was split and spoilt by the most villanous of squints51. Nevertheless the force was there. It was not so conspicuous52 in his companion, who was, however, almost equally untoward-looking in his own way. He was of the medium size, all bone and gristle like a hawk53, and with no sign upon his skin of a drop of red blood underneath54. The hands were brown and furry55 as an ape's, with the nails all crooked56 and broken by[Pg 67] hard work. The face was as brown, and very weather-beaten, with a pair of small black eyes twinkling out of the ruts and puckers57 like pools in the sun upon a muddy road. This one rolled as he walked, and wore brass58 rings in his ears; and Engelhardt, who had come out from England in a sailing ship, saw in a moment that he was as salt as junk all through. Decidedly he was the best of the two, though his eyes were never still, nor the hang of his head free and honest. And on the whole the piano-tuner was thankful when his share of the trouble with these men was at an end, and they all came back to the store.
Rather to his surprise, Naomi was there before them, and busy weighing out the traveller's quantum of sugar, tea, and flour, for each man. What was really amazing, however, was the apparent miracle that had put every trace of the silver out of sight.
"No work for us on the station?" said the stout man, before they finally sheered off, and in a tone far from civil, to Engelhardt's thinking.
"None, I'm afraid," said Naomi, again with a smile.
"Nor yet at the shed?" inquired the other, civilly enough.
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"Nor yet at the shed, I am sorry to say."
"So long, then," said the fat man, in his impudent59 manner. "Mayhap we shall be coming to see you again, miss, one o' these fine days or nights. My dear, you look out for us! You keep your spare-room in readiness! A feather-bed for me——"
"Stow it, mate," said the other tramp, as he hitched60 his swag across his shoulders. "Can't you hump your bluey and come away decent?"
"If you don't," cried Engelhardt, putting in his little word in a gigantic voice, "it will be the worse for you!"
The big fellow laughed and swore.
"Will it, my little man?" said he. "Are you going to make it the worse? I've a blessed good mind to take and crumple61 you up for manure62, I have. And a blessed bad barrerful you'd make! See here, my son, I reckon you've got one broke bone about you already; mind out that I don't leave a few pals63 to keep it company. A bit more of your cheek, and I'll make you so as your own sweetheart—a fine girl she is, as ought to be above the likes of you; but I suppose you're better than nothing[Pg 69]—I tell you I'll make you so as your sweetheart——"
It was the man's own mate who put a stop to this.
"Can't you shut it and come on?" he cried, with a kind of half-amused anger. "Wot good is this going to do either me or you, or any blessed body else?"
"It'll do somebody some harm," returned the other, "if he opens his mouth again. Yes, I'll clear out before I smash 'im! Good-by, my dear, and a bigger size to you in sweethearts. So long, little man. You may thank your broke arm that your 'ead's not broke as well!"
They were gone at last. Naomi and Engelhardt watched them out of sight from the veranda, the latter heaving with rage and indignation. He was not one to forget this degradation64 in a hurry. Naomi, on the other hand, who had more to complain of, being a woman, was in her usual spirits in five minutes. She took him by the arm, and told him to cheer up. He made bitter answer that he could never forgive himself for having stood by and heard her spoken to as she had been spoken to that morning. She pointed65 to his useless arm, and laughed heartily66.
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"As long as they didn't see the silver," said she, "I care very little what they said."
"But I care!"
"Then you are not to. Do you think they saw the silver?"
"No; I'm pretty sure they didn't. How quickly you must have bundled it in again!"
"There was occasion for quickness. We must put it to rights after lunch. Meanwhile come along and look here."
She had led the way along the veranda, and now stood fingering one of the whitewashed67 posts. It was pocked about the middle with ancient bullet-marks.
"This was the post my father stood behind. Not much of a shelter, was it?"
"Why don't you speak?" cried Naomi. "What has struck you?"
"Nothing much," he replied. "Only when you heard the voices, and I went to the door, the big brute69 was showing the little brute this very veranda-post!"
Naomi considered.
"There's not much in that," she said at last. "It's the custom for travellers to wait[Pg 71] about a veranda; and what more natural than their spotting these holes and having a look at them? As long as they didn't spot my silver! Do you know why I came over to the house before putting it away?"
"No."
"To get this," said Naomi, pulling something from her pocket. She was laughing rather shyly. It was a small revolver.
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