首页 >出版文学> Trent’s Trust and Other Stories>第44章
  Shegrewquieterpresently,andtookawaythehandkerchieffromamouththatsmiledthoughitstillquivered;thenreactionbegan,andhertirednervesbroughtherlanguorandfinallyrepose。Boylewatchedtheshadowsthickenaroundherlonglashesuntiltheylaysoftlyonthefaintflushthatsleepwasbringingtohercheek;herdelicatelipsparted,andherquickbreathatlastcamewiththeregularityofslumber。
  Sosheslept,andhe,sittingsilentlyoppositeher,dreamed——theolddreamthatcomestomostgoodmenandtrueonceintheirlives。
  Hescarcelymoveduntilthedawnlightenedwithopalthedrearyplain,bringingbackthehorizonandday,whenhewokefromhisdreamwithasigh,andthenalaugh。Thenhelistenedforthesoundofdistanthoofs,andhearingthem,creptnoiselesslyfromthecoach。Acompactbodyofhorsemenwerebearingdownuponit。
  Herosequicklytomeetthem,andthrowinguphishand,broughtthemtoahaltatsomedistancefromthecoach。Theyspreadout,resolvingthemselvesintoadozentroopersandasmartyoungcadet-
  likeofficer。
  “IfyouareseekingMissCantire,“hesaidinaquiet,businessliketone,“sheisquitesafeinthecoachandasleep。Sheknowsnothingyetofwhathashappened,andbelievesitisyouwhohavetakeneverythingawayforsecurityagainstanIndianattack。Shehashadaprettyroughnight——whatwithherfatigueandheralarmatthewolves——andIthoughtitbesttokeepthetruthfromheraslongaspossible,andIwouldadviseyoutobreakittohergently。“Hethenbrieflytoldthestoryoftheirexperiences,omittingonlyhisownpersonalencounterwiththeIndian。Anewpride,whichwasperhapstheresultofhisvigil,preventedhim。
  Theyoungofficerglancedathimwithasmuchcourtesyasmightbeaffordedtoacivilianintrudinguponactivemilitaryoperations。
  “IamsureMajorCantirewillbegreatlyobligedtoyouwhenheknowsit,“hesaidpolitely,“andasweintendtoharnessupandtakethecoachbacktoSageWoodStationimmediately,youwillhaveanopportunityoftellinghim。“
  “IamnotgoingbackbythecoachtoSageWood,“saidBoylequietly。“Ihavealreadylosttwelvehoursofmytime——aswellasmytrunk——onthispicnic,andIreckontheleastMajorCantirecandoistoletmetakeoneofyourhorsestothenextstationintimetocatchthedowncoach。Icandoit,ifIsetoutatonce。“
  Boyleheardhisname,withthefamiliarprefixof“Dicky,“giventotheofficerbyacommissarysergeant,whomherecognizedashavingmetattheAgency,andthewords“Chicagodrummer“added,whileaperceptiblesmilewentthroughoutthegroup。“Verywell,sir,“
  saidtheofficer,withafamiliarityashadelessrespectfulthanhispreviousformalmanner。“Youcantakethehorse,asIbelievetheIndianshavealreadymadefreewithyoursamples。Givehimamount,sergeant。“
  Thetwomenwalkedtowardsthecoach。BoylelingeredamomentatthewindowtoshowhimthefigureofMissCantirestillpeacefullyslumberingamongherpileofcushions,andthenturnedquietlyaway。Amomentlaterhewasgallopingononeofthetroopers’
  horsesacrosstheemptyplain。
  MissCantireawokepresentlytothesoundofafamiliarvoiceandthesightoffiguresthatsheknew。Buttheyoungofficer’sfirstwordsofexplanation——aguardedaccountofthepursuitoftheIndiansandtherecaptureofthearms,suppressingthekillingofFosterandthemailagent——broughtachangetoherbrightenedfaceandawrinkletoherprettybrow。
  “ButMr。Boylesaidnothingofthistome,“shesaid,sittingup。
  “Whereishe?“
  “Alreadyonhiswaytothenextstationononeofourhorses!
  Wantedtocatchthedownstageandgetanewboxofsamples,I
  fancy,asthebraveshadriggedthemselvesoutwithhislacesandribbons。Saidhe’dlosttimeenoughonthispicnic,“returnedtheyoungofficer,withalaugh。“Smartbusinesschap;butIhopehedidn’tboreyou?“
  MissCantirefelthercheekflush,andbitherlip。“Ifoundhimmostkindandconsiderate,Mr。Ashford,“shesaidcoldly。“Hemayhavethoughttheescortcouldhavejoinedthecoachalittleearlier,andsavedallthis;buthewastoomuchofagentlemantosayanythingaboutittoME,“sheaddeddryly,withaslightelevationofheraquilinenose。
  NeverthelessBoyle’slastwordsstungherdeeply。Tohurryoff,too,withoutsaying“good-by,“orevenaskinghowsheslept!NodoubtheHADlosttime,andwastiredofhercompany,andthoughtmoreofhisprecioussamplesthanofher!Afterall,itwaslikehimtorushoffforanorder!
  ShewashalfinclinedtocalltheyoungofficerbackandtellhimhowBoylehadcriticisedhercostumeontheroad。ButMr。Ashfordwasatthattimeentirelypreoccupiedwithhismenaroundaledgeofrockandbushessomeyardsfromthecoach,yetnotsofarawaybutthatshecouldhearwhattheysaid。“I’llsweartherewasnodeadInjinherewhenwecameyesterday!Wesearchedthewholeplace——bydaylight,too——foranysign。TheInjinwaskilledinhistracksbysomeonelastnight。It’slikeDickBoyle,lieutenant,tohavedoneit,andlikehimtohavesaidnothin’tofrightentheyounglady。Heknowswhentokeephismouthshut——andwhentoopenit。“
  MissCantiresankbackinhercornerastheofficerturnedandapproachedthecoach。Theincidentofthepastnightflashedbackuponher——Mr。Boyle’slongabsence,hisflushedface,twistednecktie,andenforcedcheerfulness。Shewasshocked,amazed,discomfited——andadmiring!Andthisherohadbeensittingoppositetoher,silentalltherestofthenight!
  “DidMr。BoylesayanythingofanIndianattacklastnight?“askedAshford。“Didyouhearanything?“
  “Onlythewolveshowling,“saidMissCantire。“Mr。Boylewasawaytwice。“Shewasstrangelyreticent——incomplimentaryimitationofhermissinghero。
  “There’sadeadIndianherewhohasbeenkilled,“beganAshford。
  “Oh,pleasedon’tsayanythingmore,Mr。Ashford,“interruptedtheyounglady,“butletusgetawayfromthishorridplaceatonce。
  Dogetthehorsesin。Ican’tstandit。“
  Butthehorseswerealreadyharnessedandmounted,postilion-wise,bythetroopers。ThevehiclewasreadytostartwhenMissCantirecalled“Stop!“
  WhenAshfordpresentedhimselfatthedoor,theyoungladywasuponherhandsandknees,searchingthebottomofthecoach。“Oh,dear!
  I’velostsomething。Imusthavedroppeditontheroad,“shesaidbreathlessly,withpinkcheeks。“Youmustpositivelywaitandletmegobackandfindit。Iwon’tbelong。Youknowthere’s’nohurry。’“
  Mr。AshfordstaredasMissCantireskippedlikeaschoolgirlfromthecoachandrandownthetrailbywhichsheandBoylehadapproachedthecoachthenightbefore。Shehadnotgonefarbeforeshecameuponthewitheredflowershehadthrownawayathercommand。“Itmustbeabouthere,“shemurmured。Suddenlysheutteredacryofdelight,andpickedupthebusinesscardthatBoylehadshownher。Thenshelookedfurtivelyaroundher,and,selectingasprigofmyrtleamongthecast-offflowers,concealeditinhermantleandranback,glowing,tothecoach。“Thankyou!
  Allright,I’vefoundit,“shecalledtoAshford,withadazzlingsmile,andleapedinside。
  Thecoachdroveon,andMissCantire,aloneinitsrecesses,drewthemyrtlefromhermantleandfoldingitcarefullyinherhandkerchief,placeditinherreticule。Thenshedrewoutthecard,readitsdrylypracticalinformationoverandoveragain,examinedthesoilededges,brushedthemdaintily,andhelditforamoment,witheyesthatsawnot,motionlessinherhand。Thensheraiseditslowlytoherlips,rolleditintoaspiral,and,looseningahookandeye,thrustitgentlyintoherbosom。
  AndDickBoyle,gallopingawaytothedistantstation,didnotknowthatthefirststeptowardsarealizationofhisfoolishdreamhadbeentaken!
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