Nervously3, Terry got out of bed and went to the window. The night was cool, cut crisp rather than chilling. His eye went over the velvet4 blackness of the mountain slope above him to the ragged5 line of the crest6—then a dizzy plunge7 to the brightness of the stars beyond. The very sense of distance was soothing8; it washed the gloom and the troubles away from him. He breathed deep of the fragrance9 of the pines and then went back to his bed.
He had hardly taken his place in it when the sleep began to well up over his brain—waves of shadows running out of corners of his mind. And then suddenly he was wide awake, alert.
Someone had opened the door. There had been no sound; merely a change in the air currents of the room, but there was also the sense of another presence so clearly that Terry almost imagined he could hear the breathing.
He was beginning to shrug10 the thought away and smile at his own nervousness, when he heard that unmistakable sound of a foot pressing the floor. And then he remembered that he had left his gun belt far from the bed. In a burning moment that lesson was printed in his mind, and would never be forgotten. Slowly as possible and without sound, he drew up his feet little by little, spread his arms gently on either side of him, and made himself tense for the effort. Whoever it was that entered, they might be taken by surprise. He dared not lift his head to look; and he was on the verge11 of leaping up and at the approaching noise, when a whisper came to him softly: "Black Jack12!"
The soft voice, the name itself, thrilled him. He sat erect13 in the bed and made out, dimly, the form of Kate Pollard in the blackness. She would have been quite invisible, save that the square of the window was almost exactly behind her. He made out the faint whiteness of the hand which held her dressing14 robe at the breast.
She did not start back, though she showed that she was startled by the suddenness of his movement by growing the faintest shade taller and lifting her head a little. Terry watched her, bewildered.
"I been waiting to see you," said Kate. "I want to—I mean—to—talk to you."
He could think of nothing except to blurt15 with sublime16 stupidity: "It's good of you. Won't you sit down?"
The girl brought him to his senses with a sharp "Easy! Don't talk out. Do you know what'd happen if Dad found me here?"
"I—" began Terry.
But she helped him smoothly17 to the logical conclusion. "He'd blow your head off, Black Jack; and he'd do it—pronto. If you are going to talk, talk soft—like me."
She sat down on the side of the bed so gently that there was no creaking.
They peered at each other through the darkness for a time.
She was not whispering, but her voice was pitched almost as low, and he wondered at the variety of expression she was able to pack in the small range of that murmur18. "I suppose I'm a fool for coming. But I was born to love chances. Born for it!" She lifted her head and laughed.
It amazed Terry to hear the shaken flow of her breath and catch the glinting outline of her face. He found himself leaning forward a little; and he began to wish for a light, though perhaps it was an unconscious wish.
"First," she said, "what d'you know about Dad—and Denver Pete?"
"Practically nothing."
She was silent for a moment, and he saw her hand go up and prop19 her chin while she considered what she could say next.
"They's so much to tell," she confessed, "that I can't put it short. I'll tell you this much, Black Jack—"
"That isn't my name, if you please."
"It'll be your name if you stay around these parts with Dad very long," she replied, with an odd emphasis. "But where you been raised, Terry? And what you been doing with yourself?"
He felt that this giving of the first name was a tribute, in some subtle manner. It enabled him, for instance, to call her Kate, and he decided20 with a thrill that he would do so at the first opportunity. He reverted21 to her question.
"I suppose," he admitted gloomily, "that I've been raised to do pretty much as I please—and the money I've spent has been given to me."
The girl shook her head with conviction.
"It ain't possible," she declared.
"Why not?"
"No son of Black Jack would live off somebody's charity."
He felt the blood tingle22 in his cheeks, and a real anger against her rose. Yet he found himself explaining humbly23.
"You see, I was taken when I wasn't old enough to decide for myself. I was only a baby. And I was raised to depend upon Elizabeth Cornish. I—I didn't even know the name of my father until a few days ago."
The girl gasped24. "You didn't know your father—not your own father?" She laughed again scornfully. "Terry, I ain't green enough to believe that!"
He fell into a dignified25 silence, and presently the girl leaned closer, as though she were peering to make out his face. Indeed, it was now possible to dimly make out objects in the room. The window was filled with an increasing brightness, and presently a shaft26 of pale light began to slide across the floor, little by little. The moon had pushed up above the crest of the mountain.
"You seemed to doubt what I said," he remarked stiffly.
"Why not? You ain't under oath, or anything, are you?"
Then she laughed again. "You're a queer one all the way through. This
Elizabeth Cornish—got anything to do with the Cornish ranch?"
"I presume she owns it, very largely."
The girl nodded. "You talk like a book. You must of studied a terrible pile."
"Not so much, really."
Then she asked with a return of her former sharpness: "How come you gambled today at Pedro's?"
"I don't know. It seemed the thing to do—to kill time, you know."
"Kill time! At Pedro's? Well—you are green, Terry!"
"I suppose I am, Kate."
He made a little pause before her name, and when he spoke29 it, in spite of himself, his voice changed, became softer. The girl straightened somewhat, and the light was now increased to such a point that he could make out that she was frowning at him through the dimness.
"First, you been adopted, then you been raised on a great big place with everything you want, mostly, and now you're out—playing at Pedro's. How come, Terry?"
"I was sent away," said Terry faintly, as all the pain of that farewell came flooding back over him.
"Why?"
"I shot a man."
"Ah!" said Kate. "You shot a man?" It seemed to silence her. "Why,
Terry?"
"He had killed my father," he explained, more softly than ever.
"I know. It was Minter. And they turned you out for that?"
There was a trembling intake30 of her breath. He could catch the sparkle of her eyes, and knew that she had flown into one of her sudden, fiery31 passions. And it warmed his heart to hear her.
"I'd like to know what kind of people they are, anyway! I'd like to meet up with that Elizabeth Cornish, the—"
"She's the finest woman that ever breathed," said Terry simply.
"You say that," she pondered slowly, "after she sent you away?"
"She did only what she thought was right. She's a little hard, but very just, Kate."
She was shaking her head; the hair had become a dull and wonderful gold in the faint moonshine.
"I dunno what kind of a man you are, Terry. I didn't ever know a man could stick by—folks—after they'd been hurt by 'em. I couldn't do it. I ain't got much Bible stuff in me, Terry. Why, when somebody does me a wrong, I hate 'em—I hate 'em! And I never forgive 'em till I get back at 'em." She sighed. "But you're different, I guess. I begin to figure that you're pretty white, Terry Hollis."
There was something so direct about her talk that he could not answer. It seemed to him that there was in her a cross between a boy and a man—the simplicity32 of a child and the straightforward33 strength of a grown man, and all this tempered and made strangely delightful34 by her own unique personality.
"But I guessed it the first time I looked at you," she was murmuring. "I guessed that you was different from the rest."
She had her elbow on her knee now, and, with her chin cupped in the graceful35 hand, she leaned toward him and studied him.
"When they're clean-cut on the outside, they're spoiled on the inside. They're crooks36, hard ones, out for themselves, never giving a rap about the next gent in line. But mostly they ain't even clean on the outside, and you can see what they are the first time you look at 'em.
"Oh, I've liked some of the boys now and then; but I had to make myself like 'em. But you're different. I seen that when you started talking. You didn't sulk; and you didn't look proud like you wanted to show us what you could do; and you didn't boast none. I kept wondering at you while I was at the piano. And—you made an awful hit with me, Terry."
Again he was too staggered to reply. And before he could gather his wits, the girl went on:
"Now, is they any real reason why you shouldn't get out of here tomorrow morning?"
It was a blow of quite another sort.
"But why should I go?"
She grew very solemn, with a trace of sadness in her voice.
"I'll tell you why, Terry. Because if you stay around here too long, they'll make you what you don't want to be—another Black Jack. Don't you see that that's why they like you? Because you're his son, and because they want you to be another like him. Not that I have anything against him. I guess he was a fine fellow in his way." She paused and stared directly at him in a way he found hard to bear. "He must of been! But that isn't the sort of a man you want to make out of yourself. I know. You're trying to go straight. Well, Terry, nobody that ever stepped could stay straight long when they had around 'em Denver Pete and—my father." She said the last with a sob37 of grief. He tried to protest, but she waved him away.
"I know. And it's true. He'd do anything for me, except change himself. Believe me, Terry, you got to get out of here—pronto. Is they anything to hold you here?"
"A great deal. Three hundred dollars I owe your father."
She considered him again with that mute shake of the head. Then: "Do you mean it? I see you do. I don't suppose it does any good for me to tell you that he cheated you out of that money?"
"If I was fool enough to lose it that way, I won't take it back."
"I knew that, too—I guessed it. Oh, Terry, I know a pile more about the inside of your head than you'd ever guess! Well, I knew that—and I come with the money so's you can pay back Dad in the morning. Here it is—and they's just a mite38 more to help you on your way."
She laid the little handful of gold on the table beside the bed and rose.
"Don't go," said Terry, when he could speak. "Don't go, Kate! I'm not that low. I can't take your money!"
She stood by the bed and stamped lightly. "Are you going to be a fool about this, too?"
"Your father offered to give me back all the money I'd won. I can't do it, Kate."
He could see her grow angry, beautifully angry.
"Is they no difference between Kate Pollard and Joe Pollard?"
Something leaped into his throat. He wanted to tell her in a thousand ways just how vast that difference was.
"Man, you'd make a saint swear, and I ain't a saint by some miles. You take that money and pay Dad, and get on your way. This ain't no place for you, Terry Hollis."
"I—" he began.
She broke in: "Don't say it. You'll have me mad in a minute. Don't say it."
"I have to. I can't take money from you."
"Then take a loan."
He shook his head.
"Ain't I good enough to even loan you money?" she cried fiercely.
The shaft of moonlight had poured past her feet; she stood in a pool of it.
"Good enough?" said Terry. "Good enough?" Something that had been accumulating in him now swelled39 to bursting, flooded from his heart to his throat. He hardly knew his own voice, it was so transformed with sudden emotion.
"There's more good in you than in any man or woman I've ever known."
"Terry, are you trying to make me feel foolish?"
"I mean it—and it's true. You're kinder, more gentle—"
"Gentle? Me? Oh, Terry!"
But she sat down on the bed, and she listened to him with her face raised, as though music were falling on her, a thing barely heard at a perilous40 distance.
"They've told you other things, but they don't know. I know, Kate. The moment I saw you I knew, and it stopped my heart for a beat—the knowing of it. That you're beautiful—and true as steel; that you're worthy41 of honor—and that I honor you with all my heart. That I love your kindness, your frankness, your beautiful willingness to help people, Kate. I've lived with a woman who taught me what was true. You've taught me what's glorious and worth living for. Do you understand, Kate?"
And no answer; but a change in her face that stopped him.
"I shouldn't of come," she whispered at length, "and I—I shouldn't have let you—talk the way you've done. But, oh, Terry—when you come to forget what you've said—don't forget it all the way—keep some of the things—tucked away in you—somewhere—"
She rose from the bed and slipped across the white brilliance42 of the shaft of moonlight. It made a red-gold fire of her hair. Then she flickered43 into the shadow. Then she was swallowed by the darkness.
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