Naomi smiled coolly.
"What if I say that you have, Monty?"
"Then I'm sorry, but it can't be helped," replied the manager, jumping off his horse, and hanging the bridle1 over a hook on one of the veranda2-posts.
But Gilroy had stopped before setting foot in the veranda. He stood glaring at Engelhardt, who was not looking at him, but at the fading sky-line away beyond the sand and scrub, and with a dazed expression upon his pale, eager face. The piano-tuner had not risen; he had merely turned round where he sat, at the sound of Gilroy's voice.
Now, however, he seemed neither to see nor to heed5 the manager, though the latter was towering over him, white with mortification6.
"Now then, Mr. Piano-tuner, jump up and clear; I've ridden over to see Miss Pryse on urgent business——"
"Leaving your manners behind you, evidently," observed that young lady, "or I think you would hardly be ordering my visitors out of my veranda and my presence!"
"Then will you speak to the fellow?" said Gilroy, sulkily. "He seems deaf, and I haven't ridden in for my own amusement. I tell you it's an important matter, Naomi."
"Mr. Engelhardt!" said Naomi, gently. He turned at once. "Mr. Gilroy," she went on to explain, "has come from the shed to see me about something or other. Will you leave us for a little while?"
"Certainly, Miss Pryse." He rose in sudden confusion. "I—I beg your pardon. I was thinking of something else."
It was only Naomi's pardon that he begged. He had not looked twice at Gilroy; but as he rounded the corner of the building, he glanced sharply over his shoulder. He could not help it. He felt instinctively7 that a glimpse of their lovers' greeting would do something toward his cure. All that he saw, however, was Naomi with her back to the wall, and her hands laid firmly upon the wicker chair-back where her head had rested a moment before. Across this barrier Gilroy had opened so vehement8 a fire upon her that Engelhardt thought twice about leaving them alone together. As he hesitated, however, the girl shot him a glance which commanded him to be gone, while it as plainly intimated her perfect ability to take care of herself.
Once out of her sight, the piano-tuner turned a resolute9 back upon the homestead, determining to get right away from it for the time being—to get away and to think. He did not, however, plunge10 into the plantation11 of pines, in which Naomi and he had often wandered during these last few days, that seemed a happy lifetime to him now that he felt they were over. He took the broad, sandy way which led past the stables to the men's hut on the left, and to the stock-yards on the right. Behind the yards the sun was setting, the platform for the pithing of bullocks, and the windlass for raising their carcasses, standing12 out sharp and black against the flaming sky; and still farther to the right, where there were sheep-yards also, a small yellow cloud rose against the pink like a pillar of sand. Engelhardt knew little enough of station life, but he saw that somebody was yarding-up a mob of sheep for the night. He went on to have a look at the job, which was over, however, before he reached the spot. Three horses were trotting13 off in the direction of the horse-paddock, while, coming away from the yard, carrying their saddles and bridles14, were two of the station hands and the overseer, Tom Chester.
"Hulloa, Engelhardt, still here?" said the latter, cheerily, as they met. "How goes the arm?"
"First-rate, thanks. I'm off to-morrow."
"Yes? Come on back to the homestead, and help me shave and brush up. I've been mustering15 seventeen miles from the shed. We've run the mob into these yards for the night, and I'm roosting in the barracks."
"So is Mr. Gilroy, I fancy."
"The devil he is! Has he come in from the shed, then?"
"Yes; within the last ten minutes."
Chester looked black.
"You didn't hear what for, I suppose?"
"To speak to Miss Pryse about some important matter; that's all I know."
"I should have thought they'd had enough to say to each other yesterday, to last Gilroy for a bit. I'm mustering, you know; but I heard all about it when I got back to the shed last night. Some of the men came to me in a sort of deputation. They hate Gilroy about as much as I do, and they want him out of that. If he's a sensible man he's come in to chuck up the sponge himself."
Tom Chester flung his saddle and bridle over the rail as they passed the stable, and walked on to the station-yard, and across it to the little white barracks, without another word. Engelhardt followed him into his room and sat down on the bed. He felt that they understood one another. That was what made him say, while Chester was stropping his razor:
"You don't love Gilroy, I imagine."
"No, I don't," replied Tom Chester, after a pause.
"But Miss Pryse does!" Engelhardt exclaimed, bitterly.
"Not! But she's engaged to him, I hear!"
"There's a sort of understanding."
"Only an understanding?"
"Well, she doesn't wear a ring, for one thing."
"I wish you would tell me just how it stands," said Engelhardt, inquisitively17. His heart was beating, nevertheless.
"Tell you?" said Tom Chester, looking only into the glass as he flourished his razor. "Why, certainly. I don't wonder at your wanting to know how a fine girl like that could go and engage herself to a God-forsaken image like Gilroy. I don't know, mind you. I wasn't here in Mr. Pryse's time; but everyone says he was a good sort, and that the worse thing he ever did was to take on Gilroy, just because he was some sort of relation of his dead wife's. He's second cousin to Miss Pryse, that's what Gilroy is; but he was overseer here when the boss was his own manager, and when he died Gilroy got the management, naturally. Well, and then he got the girl, too—the Lord knows how. She knew that her father thought well of the skunk18, and no doubt she herself felt it was the easiest way out of her responsibilities and difficulties. Ay, she was a year or two younger then than she is now, and he got the promise of her; but I'll bet you an even dollar he never gets her to keep."
The piano-tuner had with difficulty sat still upon the bed, as he listened to this seemingly impartial19 version of the engagement which had numbed20 his spirit from the moment he heard of it. Tom Chester had spoken with many pauses, filled by the tinkle21 of his razor against a healthy beard three days old. When he offered to bet the dollar, he was already putting the razor away in its case.
"I won't take you," said Engelhardt. "You don't think she'll marry him, then?" he added, anxiously.
"Tar22 here on the brisket," remarked Chester, in the shearer's formula, as he dabbed23 at a cut that he had discovered under his right jaw24. "What's that! Marry him? No; of course she won't."
Engelhardt waited while the overseer performed elaborate ablutions and changed his clothes. Then they crossed over together to the front veranda, which was empty; but as they went round to the back the sound of voices came fast enough to their ears. The owner and her manager were still talking in the back veranda, which was now in darkness, and their voices were still raised. It was Tom Chester's smile, however, that helped Engelhardt to grasp the full significance of the words that met their ears. Gilroy was speaking.
"All right, Naomi! You know best, no doubt. You mean to paddle your own canoe, you say, and that's all very well; but if Tom Chester remains25 on at the shed there'll be a row, I tell you straight."
"Between whom?" Naomi inquired.
"Between Tom Chester and me. I tell you he's stirring up the men against me! You yourself did mischief26 enough yesterday; but when he came in he made bad worse. It may be an undignified thing to do, for the boss of the shed; but I can't help that, I shall have to fight him."
"Fight whom?" said Chester, in a tone of interest, as he and Engelhardt came upon the scene together.
"You," replied Naomi, promptly27. "You have arrived in the nick of time, Mr. Chester. I am sorry to hear that you two don't hit it off together at the shed."
"So that's it, is it?" said Tom Chester, quietly, glancing from the girl to Gilroy, who had not opened his mouth. "And you're prepared to hit it off somewhere else, are you? I'm quite ready. I have been wanting to hit it off with you, Gilroy, ever since I've known you."
His meaning was as plain as an italicised joke. They all waited for the manager's reply.
"Indeed!" said he, at length, out of the kindly28 dark that hid the color of his face. "So you expect me to answer you before Miss Pryse, do you?"
"On the contrary, I'd far rather you came down to the stables and answered me there. But you might repeat before Miss Pryse whatever it is you were telling her about me behind my back."
"I shall do nothing of the sort."
"Then I must do it for you," said Naomi, firmly.
"Do," said Gilroy. And diving his hands deep into his cross-pockets, he swaggered off the scene with his horse at his heels and his arm through the reins29.
"I think I can guess the kind of thing, Miss Pryse," Tom Chester waited to say; "you needn't trouble to tell me, thank you." A moment later he had followed the manager, and the piano-tuner was following Tom; but Naomi Pryse remained where she was. She had not lifted a finger to prevent the fight which, as she saw for herself, was a good deal more imminent30 than he had imagined who warned her of it five minutes before.
"Will you take off your coat?" said Chester, as he caught up to Gilroy between homestead and stables.
"That depends whether you're a man. The light's the same for both. There are lanterns in the stables, whether or no. Will you take off your coat when we get there?"
"To you? Manager and overseer? Don't be a fool, Tom."
"I'll show you who's the fool in a brace32 of shakes," said Tom Chester, following Gilroy with a swelling33 chest. "I never thought you had much pluck, but, by God, I don't believe you've got the pluck of a louse!"
Gilroy led on his horse without answering.
"Have you got the pluck of a louse?" the overseer sang into his ear. Gilroy was trembling, but he turned as they reached the stable.
Gilroy led his horse into the stable. Instead of taking off his coat, however, Tom Chester stood waiting with his arms akimbo and his eyes upon the open stable-door.
"Aren't you going to take it off?" said an eager yet nervous voice at his side. "Don't you mean to fight him after all?"
It was the piano-tuner, whose desire to see the manager soundly thrashed was at war with his innate35 dread36 of anything approaching a violent scene. He could be violent himself when his blood was up, but in his normal state the mere4 sound of high words made him miserable37.
"Hulloa! I didn't see that you were there," remarked Chester, with a glance at the queer little figure beside him. "Lord, yes; I'll fight him if he's game, but I won't believe that till I see it, so we'll let him strip first. The fellow hasn't got the pluck of—— I knew he hadn't! That's just what I should have expected of him!"
Before Engelhardt could realize what was happening, a horse had emerged from the shadow of the stable-door, a man's head and wide-awake had risen behind its ears as they cleared the lintel, and Gilroy, with a smack38 of his whip on the horse's flank and a cut and a curse at Tom Chester, was disappearing in the dusk at a gallop39. Chester had sprung forward, but he was not quick enough. When the cut had fallen short of him, he gathered himself together for one moment, as though to give chase on foot;[Pg 131] then stood at ease and watched the rider out of sight.
"Next time, my friend," said he, "you won't get the option of standing up to me. No; by the Lord, I'll take him by the scruff of his dirty neck, and I'll take the very whip he's got in his hand now, and I'll hide him within an inch of his miserable life. That's the way we treat curs in these parts, d'ye see? Come on, Engelhardt. No, we'll stop and see which road he takes when he gets to the gate. I can just see him opening it now. I might have caught him up there if I'd thought. Ah! he's shaking his fist at us; he shall smell mine before he's a day older! And he's taken the township track; he'll come back to the shed as drunk as a fool, and if the men don't dip him in the dam I shall be very much surprised."
"And Miss Pryse is going to marry a creature like that," cried Engelhardt, as they walked back to the house.
"Not she," said Chester, confidently.
"Yet there's a sort of engagement."
"There is; but it would be broken off to-morrow if I were to tell Miss Pryse to-night of the mess he's making of everything out at the shed. The men do what they like with him, and he goes dropping upon[Pg 132] the harmless inoffensive ones, and fining them and running their sheep; whereas he daren't have said a word to that fellow Simons, not to save his life. I tell you there'd have been a strike last night if it hadn't been for me. The men appealed to me, and I said what I thought. So his nibs40 sends me mustering again, about as far off as he can, while he comes in to get Miss Pryse to give me the sack. Of course that's what he's been after. That's the kind of man he is. But here's Miss Pryse herself in the veranda, and we'll drop the subject, d'ye see?"
Naomi herself never mentioned it. Possibly from the veranda she had seen and heard enough to enable her to guess the rest pretty accurately41. However that may be, the name of Monty Gilroy never passed her lips, either now in the interval42 before dinner, or at that meal, during which she conversed43 very merrily with the two young men who faced one another on either side of her. She insisted on carving44 for them both, despite the protests of the more talkative of the two. She rattled45 on to them incessantly—if anything, to Engelhardt more than to the overseer. But there could be no question as to which of these two talked most to her. Engelhardt was even more shy and awkward than at his first meal at Taroomba, when Naomi had not been present. He disappeared immediately after dinner, and Naomi had to content herself with Tom Chester's company for the rest of the evening.
That, however, was very good company at all times, while on the present occasion Miss Pryse had matters for discussion with her overseer which rendered a private interview quite necessary. So Engelhardt was not wanted for at least an hour; but he did not come back at all. When Chester went whistling to the barracks at eleven o'clock he found the piano-tuner lying upon his bed in all his clothes.
"Hulloa, my son, are you sick?" said Tom, entering the room. The risen moon was shining in on all sides of the looking-glass.
"No, I'm well enough, thanks. I felt rather sleepy."
"You don't sound sleepy! Miss Pryse was wondering what could be the matter. She told me to tell you that you might at least have said good-night to her."
"I'll go and say it now," cried Engelhardt, bounding from the bed.
"Ah, now you're too late, you see," said Chester, laughing a little unkindly as he[Pg 134] barred the doorway46. "You didn't suppose I'd come away before I was obliged, did you? Come into my room, and I'll tell you a bit of news."
The two rooms were close together; they were divided by the narrow passage that led without step or outer door into the station-yard. It was a lined, set face that the candle lighted up when Tom Chester put a match to it; but that was only the piano-tuner's face, and Tom stood looking at his own, and the smile in the glass was peculiar47 and characteristic. It was not conceited48; it was merely confident. The overseer of Taroomba was one of the smartest, most resolute, and confident young men in the back-blocks of New South Wales.
"The news," he said, turning away from the glass and undoing49 his necktie, "may surprise you, but I've expected it all along. Didn't I tell you before dinner that Miss Pryse would be breaking off her rotten engagement one of these days! Well, then, she's been and done it this very afternoon."
"Thank God!" cried Engelhardt.
"Amen," echoed Chester, with a laugh. He had paid no attention to the piano-tuner's tone and look. He was winding50 a keyless watch.
"And is he going on here as manager?" Engelhardt asked, presently.
"No, that's the point. Naomi seems to have told him pretty straight that she could get along without him, and on second thoughts he's taken her at her word. She got a note an hour ago to say she would never see him again. He'd sent a chap with it all the way from the township."
"Do you mean to say he isn't coming back?"
"That's the idea. You bet he had it when he shook his fist at us as he opened that gate. He was shaking his fist at the station and all hands on the place, particularly including the boss. She's to send his things and his check after him to the township, where they'll find him drunk, you mark my words. Good riddance to the cur! Of course he was going to marry her for her money; but she's tumbled to him in time, and a miss is as good as a mile any day in the week."
He finished speaking and winding his watch at the same moment. It was a gold watch, and he set it down carelessly on the dressing-table, where the candle shone upon the monogram51 on its back.
"He has nothing of his own?" queried[Pg 136] Engelhardt, with jealous eyes upon the watch.
"Not a red cent," said Tom Chester, contemptuously. "He lived upon the old boss, and of course he meant to live upon his daughter after him. He was as poor as a church-mouse."
So indeed was the piano-tuner. He did not say as much, however, though the words had risen to his lips. He said no more until the overseer was actually in bed. Then a flash of inspiration caused him to ask, abruptly52,
"Are you anything to do with Chester, Wilkinson, & Killick, the big wool-people down in Melbourne?"
"To do with 'em?" repeated Tom, with a smile. "Well, yes; at least, I'm Chester's son."
"I've heard that you own more Riverina stations than any other firm or company?"
"Yes; this is about the only one around here that we haven't got a finger in. That's why I came here, by the way, for a bit of experience."
"Then you don't want to marry her for her money. You'll have more than she ever will! Isn't that so?"
"What the blue blazes do you mean, Engelhardt?"
Chester had sat bolt upright in his bed. The piano-tuner was still on the foot of it, and all the fire in his being had gone into his eyes.
"Mean?" he cried. "Who cares what I mean! I tell you that she thinks more of you than ever she thought of Gilroy. She has said so to me in as many words. I tell you to go in and win!"
He was holding out his left hand.
"I intend to," said Tom Chester, taking it good-naturedly enough. "That's exactly my game, and everybody must know it, for I've been playing it fair and square in the light of day. I may lose; but I hope to win. Good-night, Engelhardt. Shall I look you up in the morning? We make a very early start, mind."
"Then you needn't trouble. But I do wish you luck!"
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