MeanwhiletheSageWoodandPineBarrenstagecoach,profoundlyoblivious——afterthemannerofallhumaninvention——ofeverythingbutitsregularfunction,toileddustilyoutofthehigherplainandbeganthegratefuldescentofawoodedcanyon,whichwas,infact,theculminatingpointofthedepression,justdescribed,alongwhichtheshadowyprocessionwasslowlyadvancing,hardlyamileintherearandflankofthevehicle。MissJuliaCantire,whohadfacedthedustvolleysoftheplainunflinchingly,asbecameasoldier’sdaughter,herestooduprightandshookherself——herprettyheadandfigureemerginglikeagoddessfromtheenvelopingsilvercloud。AtleastMr。Boyle,relegatedtothebackseat,thoughtso——althoughherconversationandattentionshadbeenchieflydirectedtothedriverandmailagent。Once,whenhehadlight-heartedlyaddressedaremarktoher,ithadbeenreceivedwithadistinctbutunpromisingpolitenessthathadmadehimdesistfromfurtherattempts,yetwithoutabatementofhischeerfulness,orresentmentoftheevidentamusementhistwomalecompanionsgotoutofhis“snub。“Indeed,itistobefearedthatMissJuliahadcertainprejudicesofposition,andmayhavethoughtthata“drummer“——orcommercialtraveler——wasnomorefittingcompanyforthedaughterofamajorthananordinarypeddler。ButitwasmoreprobablethatMr。Boyle’sreputationasahumorist——atelleroffunnystoriesandabooncompanionofmen——wasinconsistentwiththefeminineidealofhighandexaltedmanhood。Themanwho“setsthetableinaroar“isapttobesecretlydetestedbythesex,tosaynothingoftheotherobviousreasonswhyJulietsdonotlikeMercutios!
ForsomesuchcauseasthisDickBoylewasobligedtoamusehimselfsilently,aloneonthebackseat,withthoseliberalpowersofobservationwhichnaturehadgivenhim。Onenteringthecanyonhehadnoticedthedeviousroutethecoachhadtakentoreachit,andhadalreadyinventedanimprovedroutewhichshouldenterthedepressionatthepointwheretheIndianshadalreadyunknowntohimplungedintoit,andhadconceivedaroadthroughthetangledbrushthatwouldshortenthedistancebysomemiles。Hehadfigureditout,andbelievedthatit“wouldpay。“Butbythistimetheywerebeginningthesomewhatsteepanddifficultascentofthecanyonontheotherside。Thevehiclehadnotcrawledmanyyardsbeforeitstopped。DickBoyleglancedaround。MissCantirewasgettingdown。Shehadexpressedawishtowalktherestoftheascent,andthecoachwastowaitforheratthetop。Fosterhadeffusivelybeggedhertotakeherowntime——“therewasnohurry!“
Boyleglancedalittlelonginglyafterhergracefulfigure,releasedfromhercrampedpositiononthebox,asitflittedyouthfullyinandoutofthewaysidetrees;hewouldliketohavejoinedherinthewoodlandramble,butevenhisgoodnaturewasnotproofagainstherindifference。Ataturnintheroadtheylostsightofher,and,asthedriverandmailagentweredeepinadiscussionabouttheindistincttrack,Boylelapsedintohissilentstudyofthecountry。Suddenlyheutteredaslightexclamation,andquietlyslippedfromthebackofthetoilingcoachtotheground。Theactionwas,however,quicklynotedbythedriver,whopromptlyputhisfootonthebrakeandpulledup。“Wot’supnow?“
hegrowled。
Boyledidnotreply,butranbackafewstepsandbegansearchingeagerlyontheground。
“Lostsuthin?“askedFoster。
“Foundsomething,“saidBoyle,pickingupasmallobject。“Lookatthat!D——difitisn’tthecardIgavethatIndianfourhoursagoatthestation!“Heheldupthecard。
“Lookyer,sonny,“retortedFostergravely,“efyerwantin’togetoutandhangroundMissCantire,whydon’tyersaysoatoncet?
Thatstorywon’twash!“
“Fact!“continuedBoyleeagerly。“It’sthesamecardIstuckinhishat——there’sthegreasymarkinthecorner。Howthedevildidit——howdidHEgethere?“
“Betteraxhim,“saidFostergrimly,“efhe’sanywhereround。“
“ButIsay,Foster,Idon’tlikethelookofthisatall!MissCantireisalone,and“——
ButaburstoflaughterfromFosterandthemailagentinterruptedhim。“That’sso,“saidFoster。“That’syourbestholt!Keepitup!Youjesttellherthat!Saythar’sanotherInjinskeeron;
thatthattharbloodthirstyole’FleasinHisBlanket’isonthewarpath,andyou’regoin’toshedthelastdropo’yourblooddefendin’her!That’llfetchher,andsheain’tbintreatin’youwell!G’lang!“
ThehorsesstartedforwardunderFoster’swhip,leavingBoylestandingthere,halfinclinedtojoininthelaughagainsthimself,andyetimpelledbysomestrangeinstincttotakeamoreseriousviewofhisdiscovery。TherewasnodoubtitwasthesamecardhehadgiventotheIndian。True,thatIndianmighthavegivenittoanother——yetbywhatagencyhaditbeenbroughttherefasterthanthecoachtraveledonthesameroad,andyetinvisiblytothem?
ForaninstantthehumorousideaofliterallyacceptingFoster’schallenge,andcommunicatinghisdiscoverytoMissCantire,occurredtohim;hecouldhavemadeafunnystoryoutofit,andcouldhaveamusedanyothergirlwithit,buthewouldnotforcehimselfuponher,andagaindoubtedifthediscoverywereamatterofamusement。Ifitwerereallyserious,whyshouldhealarmher?
Heresolved,however,toremainontheroad,andwithinconvenientdistanceofher,untilshereturnedtothecoach;shecouldnotbefaraway。Withthispurposehewalkedslowlyon,haltingoccasionallytolookbehind。
Meantimethecoachcontinueditsdifficultascent,adifficultymadegreaterbythesingularnervousnessofthehorses,thatonlywithgreattroubleandsomeobjurgationfromthedrivercouldbepreventedfromshyingfromtheregulartrack。
“Now,wot’sgoneo’themcritters?“saidtheirateFoster,strainingatthereinsuntilheseemedtolifttheleaderbackintothetrackagain。
“Looksaseftheysmeltsuthin——b’arorInjinponies,“suggestedthemailagent。
“Injinponies?“repeatedFosterscornfully。
“Fac’!Injinponiessetahosscrazy——jestaswildhosseswould!“
“Whar’syerInjinponies?“demandedFosterincredulously。
“Dunno,“saidthemailagentsimply。
Butherethehorsesagainswervedsomadlyfromsomepointofthethicketbesidethemthatthecoachcompletelyleftthetrackontheright。Luckilyitwasadisusedtrailandthegroundfairlygood,andFostergavethemtheirheads,satisfiedofhisabilitytoregaintheregularroadwhennecessary。Ittooksomemomentsforhimtorecovercompletecontrolofthefrightenedanimals,andthentheirnervousnesshavingabatedwiththeirdistancefromthethicket,andthetrailbeinglesssteepthoughmorewindingthantheregularroad,heconcludedtokeepituntilhegottothesummit,whenhewouldregainthehighwayoncemoreandawaithispassengers。Havingdonethis,thetwomenstooduponthebox,andwithananxietytheytriedtoconcealfromeachotherlookeddownthecanyonforthelaggingpedestrians。
“IhopeMissCantirehasn’tbeenstampededfromthetrackbyanyskeerlikethat,“saidthemailagentdubiously。
“Notshe!She’sgottoomuchgritandsabeforthat,unlessthatdrummerhezcaughtupwithherandunloadedhisyarnaboutthatkyard。“
Theywerethelastwordsthemenspoke。Fortworifleshotscrackedfromthethicketbesidetheroad;twoshotsaimedwithsuchdeliberatenessandprecisionthatthetwomen,mortallystricken,collapsedwheretheystood,hangingforabriefmomentoverthedashboardbeforetheyrolledoveronthehorses’backs。Nordidtheyremaintherelong,forthenextmomenttheywereseizedbyhalfadozenshadowyfiguresandwiththehorsesandtheircuttracesdraggedintothethicket。Ahalfdozenandthenadozenothershadowsflittedandswarmedover,in,andthroughthecoach,reinforcedbystillmore,untilthewholevehicleseemedtobepossessed,covered,andhiddenbythem,swayingandmovingwiththeirweight,likehelplesscarrionbeneathapackofravenouswolves。Yetevenwhilethisseethingcongregationwasatitsgreatest,atsomeunknownsignalitassuddenlydispersed,vanished,anddisappeared,leavingthecoachempty——vacantandvoidofallthathadgivenitlife,weight,animation,andpurpose——amereskeletonontheroadside。Theafternoonwindblewthroughitsopendoorsandravagedrackandboxasifithadbeenthewreckofweeksinsteadofminutes,andthelevelraysofthesettingsunflashedandblazedintoitswindowsasthoughfirehadbeenaddedtotheruin。Buteventhispresentlyfaded,leavingtheabandonedcoacharigid,lifelessspectreonthetwilightplain。
Anhourlatertherewasthesoundofhurryinghoofsandjinglingaccoutrements,andoutoftheplainsweptasquadofcavalrymenbearingdownuponthedesertedvehicle。Forafewmomentsthey,too,seemedtosurroundandpossessit,evenastheothershadowshaddone,penetratingthewoodsandthicketbesideit。Andthenassuddenlyatsomesignaltheysweptforwardfuriouslyinthetrackofthedestroyingshadows。
MissCantiretookfulladvantageofthesuggestion“nottohurry“
inherwalk,withcertainfeminineideasofitslatitude。Shegatheredafewwildflowersandsomeberriesintheunderwood,inspectedsomebirds’nestswithahealthyyouthfulcuriosity,andeventooktheopportunityofarrangingsomemoisttendrilsofhersilkyhairwithsomethingshetookfromthesmallreticulethathungcoquettishlyfromhergirdle。Itwas,indeed,sometwentyminutesbeforesheemergedintotheroadagain;thevehiclehadevidentlydisappearedinaturnofthelong,windingascent,butjustaheadofherwasthatdreadfulman,the“Chicagodrummer。“
Shewasnotvain,butshemadenodoubtthathewaswaitingthereforher。Therewasnoavoidinghim,buthiscompanionshipcouldbemadeabriefone。Shebegantowalkwithostentatiousswiftness。
Boyle,whoseconcernforhersafetywassecretlyrelievedatthis,begantowalkforwardbrisklytoowithoutlookingaround。MissCantirewasnotpreparedforthis;itlookedsoridiculouslyasifshewerechasinghim!Shehesitatedslightly,butnowasshewasnearlyabreastofhimshewasobligedtokeepon。
“Ithinkyoudowelltohurry,MissCantire,“hesaidasshepassed。“I’velostsightofthecoachforsometime,andIdaresaythey’realreadywaitingforusatthesummit。“
MissCantiredidnotlikethisanybetter。Togoonbesidethisdreadfulman,scramblingbreathlesslyafterthestage——foralltheworldlikeanabsorbedandsentimentallybelatedpairofpicnickers——wasreallyTOOmuch。“PerhapsifYOUranonandtoldthemIwascomingasfastasIcould,“shesuggestedtentatively。
“ItwouldbeasmuchasmylifeisworthtoappearbeforeFosterwithoutyou,“hesaidlaughingly。“You’veonlygottohurryonalittlefaster。“
Buttheyoungladyresentedthisbeingdrivenbya“drummer。“Shebegantolag,depressingherprettybrowsominously。