susy, a story of the plains-第4部分

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more　or　less　sympathetic　disturbance　which　is　apt　to　linger　after

the　impelling　cause　is　harmlessly　spent。　　The　fright　which　the　girls

had　unsuccessfully　attempted　to　produce　in　the　heart　of　their　escort

had　passed　him　to　become　a　panic　elsewhere。　　Judge　Peyton；　riding

near　the　gateway　of　his　rancho；　was　suddenly　confronted　by　the

spectacle　of　one　of　his　vacqueros　driving　on　before　him　the　two

lassoed　and　dusty　ponies；　with　a　face　that　broke　into　violent

gesticulating　at　his　master's　quick　interrogation。



〃Ah！　　Mother　of　God！　　It　was　an　evil　day！　　For　the　bronchos　had　run

away；　upset　the　buggy；　and　had　only　been　stopped　by　a　brave

Americano　of　an　ox…team；　whose　lasso　was　even　now　around　their

necks；　to　prove　it；　and　who　had　been　dragged　a　matter　of　a　hundred

varas；　like　a　calf；　at　their　heels。　　The　senoritas；ah！　had　he　not

already　said　they　were　safe；　by　the　mercy　of　Jesus！picked　up　by

the　coach；　and　would　be　here　at　this　moment。〃



〃But　where　was　Pedro　all　the　time？　　What　was　he　doing？〃　demanded

Peyton；　with　a　darkened　face　and　gathering　anger。



The　vacquero　looked　at　his　master；　and　shrugged　his　shoulders

significantly。　　At　any　other　time　Peyton　would　have　remembered　that

Pedro；　as　the　reputed　scion　of　a　decayed　Spanish　family；　and

claiming　superiority；　was　not　a　favorite　with　his　fellow…retainers。

But　the　gesture；　half　of　suggestion；　half　of　depreciation；　irritated

Peyton　still　more。



〃Well；　where　is　this　American　who　DID　something　when　there　wasn't　a

man　among　you　all　able　to　stop　a　child's　runaway　ponies？〃　he　said

sarcastically。　　〃Let　me　see　him。〃



The　vacquero　became　still　more　deprecatory。



〃Ah！　　He　had　driven　on　with　his　team　towards　San　Antonio。　　He　would

not　stop　to　be　thanked。　　But　that　was　the　whole　truth。　　He；

Incarnacion；　could　swear　to　it　as　to　the　Creed。　　There　was　nothing

more。〃



〃Take　those　beasts　around　the　back　way　to　the　corral；〃　said　Peyton；

thoroughly　enraged；　〃and　not　a　word　of　this　to　any　one　at　the　casa；

do　you　hear？　　Not　a　word　to　Mrs。　Peyton　or　the　servants；　or；　by

Heaven；　I'll　clear　the　rancho　of　the　whole　lazy　crew　of　you　at　once。

Out　of　the　way　there；　and　be　off！〃



He　spurred　his　horse　past　the　frightened　menial；　and　dashed　down　the

narrow　lane　that　led　to　the　gate。　　But；　as　Incarnacion　had　truly

said；　〃It　was　an　evil　day；〃　for　at　the　bottom　of　the　lane；　ambling

slowly　along　as　he　lazily　puffed　a　yellow　cigarette；　appeared　the

figure　of　the　erring　Pedro。　　Utterly　unconscious　of　the　accident；

attributing　the　disappearance　of　his　charges　to　the　inequalities　of

the　plain；　and；　in　truth；　little　interested　in　what　he　firmly

believed　was　his　purely　artificial　function；　he　had　even　made　a

larger　circuit　to　stop　at　a　wayside　fonda　for　refreshments。



Unfortunately；　there　is　no　more　illogical　sequence　of　human　emotion

than　the　exasperation　produced　by　the　bland　manner　of　the

unfortunate　object　who　has　excited　it；　although　that　very　unconcern

may　be　the　convincing　proof　of　innocence　of　intention。　　Judge

Peyton；　already　influenced；　was　furious　at　the　comfortable

obliviousness　of　his　careless　henchman；　and　rode　angrily　towards

him。　　Only　a　quick　turn　of　Pedro's　wrist　kept　the　two　men　from

coming　into　collision。



〃Is　this　the　way　you　attend　to　your　duty？〃　demanded　Peyton；　in　a

thick；　suppressed　voice；　〃Where　is　the　buggy？　　Where　is　my

daughter？〃



There　was　no　mistaking　Judge　Peyton's　manner；　even　if　the　reason　of

it　was　not　so　clear　to　Pedro's　mind；　and　his　hot　Latin　blood　flew

instinctively　to　his　face。　　But　for　that；　he　might　have　shown　some

concern　or　asked　an　explanation。　　As　it　was；　he　at　once　retorted

with　the　national　shrug　and　the　national　half…scornful；　half…lazy

〃Quien　sabe？〃



〃Who　knows？〃　repeated　Peyton；　hotly。　　〃I　do！　　She　was　thrown　out　of

her　buggy　through　your　negligence　and　infernal　laziness！　　The　ponies

ran　away；　and　were　stopped　by　a　stranger　who　wasn't　afraid　of

risking　his　bones；　while　you　were　limping　around　somewhere　like　a

slouching；　cowardly　coyote。〃



The　vacquero　struggled　a　moment　between　blank　astonishment　and

inarticulate　rage。　　At　last　he　burst　out：



〃I　am　no　coyote！　　I　was　there！　　I　saw　no　runaway！〃



〃Don't　lie　to　me；　sir！〃　roared　Peyton。　　〃I　tell　you　the　buggy　was

smashed；　the　girls　were　thrown　out　and　nearly　killed〃　　He　stopped

suddenly。　　The　sound　of　youthful　laughter　had　come　from　the　bottom

of　the　lane；　where　Susy　Peyton　and　Mary　Rogers；　just　alighted　from

the　coach；　in　the　reaction　of　their　previous　constrained　attitude；

were　flying　hilariously　into　view。　　A　slight　embarrassment　crossed

Peyton's　face；　a　still　deeper　flush　of　anger　overspread　Pedro's

sullen　cheek。



Then　Pedro　found　tongue　again；　his　native　one；　rapidly；　violently；

half　incoherently。　　〃Ah；　yes！　　It　had　come　to　this。　　It　seems　he　was

not　a　vacquero；　a　companion　of　the　padrone　on　lands　that　had　been

his　own　before　the　Americanos　robbed　him　of　it；　but　a　servant；　a

lackey　of　muchachas；　an　attendant　on　children　to　amuse　them；　orwhy

not？an　appendage　to　his　daughter's　state！　　Ah；　Jesus　Maria！　such　a

state！　such　a　muchacha！　　A　picked…up　foundlinga　swineherd's

daughterto　be　ennobled　by　his；　Pedro's；　attendance；　and　for　whose

vulgar；　clownish　tricks；tricks　of　a　swineherd's　daughter；he；

Pedro；　was　to　be　brought　to　book　and　insulted　as　if　she　were　of

Hidalgo　blood！　　Ah；　Caramba！　　Don　Juan　Peyton　would　find　he　could　no

more　make　a　servant　of　him　than　he　could　make　a　lady　of　her！〃



The　two　young　girls　were　rapidly　approaching。　　Judge　Peyton　spurred

his　horse　beside　the　vacquero's；　and；　swinging　the　long　thong　of　his

bridle　ominously　in　his　clenched　fingers；　said；　with　a　white　face：



〃Vamos！〃



Pedro's　hand　slid　towards　his　sash。　　Peyton　only　looked　at　him　with

a　rigid　smile　of　scorn。



〃Or　I'll　lash　you　here　before　them　both；〃　he　added　in　a　lower　voice。



The　vacquero　met　Peyton's　relentless　eyes　with　a　yellow　flash　of

hate；　drew　his　reins　sharply；　until　his　mustang；　galled　by　the　cruel

bit；　reared　suddenly　as　if　to　strike　at　the　immovable　American；

then；　apparently　with　the　same　action；　he　swung　it　around　on　its

hind　legs；　as　on　a　pivot；　and　dashed　towards　the　corral　at　a　furious

gallop。





CHAPTER　III。





Meantime　the　heroic　proprietor　of　the　peaceful　ox…team；　whose　valor

Incarnacion　had　so　infelicitously　celebrated；　was　walking　listlessly

in　the　dust　beside　his　wagon。　　At　a　first　glance　his　slouching

figure；　taken　in　connection　with　his　bucolic　conveyance；　did　not

immediately　suggest　a　hero。　　As　he　emerged　from　the　dusty　cloud　it

could　be　seen　that　he　was　wearing　a　belt　from　which　a　large　dragoon

revolver　and　hunting　knife　were　slung；　and　placed　somewhat

ostentatiously　across　the　wagon　seat　was　a　rifle。　　Yet　the　other

contents　of　the　wagon　were　of　a　singularly　inoffensive　character；

and　even　suggested　articles　of　homely　barter。　　Culinary　utensils　of

all　sizes；　tubs；　scullery　brushes；　and　clocks；　with　several　rolls　of

cheap　carpeting　and　calico；　might　have　been　the　wares　of　some

traveling　vender。　　Yet；　as　they　were　only　visible　through　a　flap　of

the　drawn　curtains　of　the　canvas　hood；　they　did　not　mitigate　the

general　aggressive　effect　of　their　owner's　appearance。　　A　red

bandanna　handkerchief　knotted　and　thrown　loosely　over　his　shoulders；

a　slouched　hat　pulled　darkly　over　a　head　of　long　tangled　hair；

which；　however；　shadowed　a　round；　comfortable　face；　scantily　and

youthfully　bearded；　were　part　of　these　confusing　inconsistencies。



The　shadows　of　the　team　wagon　were　already　lengthening　grotesquely

over　the　flat；　cultivated　fields；　which　for　some　time　had　taken　the

place　of　the　plains　of　wild　oats　in　the　branch　road　into　which　they

had　turned。　　The　gigantic　shadow　of　the　proprietor；　occasionally

projected　before　it；　was　in　characteristic　exaggeration；　and　was

often　obliterated　by　a　puff　of　dust；　stirred　by　the　plodding　hoofs

of　the　peaceful　oxen；　and　swept　across　the　field　by　the　strong

afternoon　trades。　　The　sun　sank　lower；　although　a　still　potent

presence　above　the　horizon　line；　the　creaking　wagon　lumbered　still

heavily　along。　　Yet　at　intervals　its　belligerent　proprietor　would

start　up　from　his　slouching；　silent　march；　break　out　into　violent；

disproportionate；　but　utterly　ineffective　objurgation　of　his　cattle；

jump　into　the　air　and　kick　his　heels　together　in　some　paroxysm　of

indignation　against　them；an　act；　however；　which　was　received

always　with　heavy　bovine　indifference；　the　dogged　scorn　of　swaying；

repudiating　heads；　or　the　dull　contempt　of　lazily　flicking　tails。



Towards　sunset　one　or　two　straggling　barns　and　cottages　indicated

their　approach　to　the　outskirts　of　a　country　town　or　settlement。

Here　the　team　halted；　as　if　the　belligerent…looking　teamster　had

felt　his　appearance　was　inconsistent　with　an　effeminate

civilization；　and　the　oxen　were　turned　into　an　open　waste　opposite　a

nondescript　wooden　tenement；　half　farmhouse　and　half　cabin；

evidently　of　the　rudest　Western　origin。　　He　may　have　recognized　the

fact　that　these　〃shanties〃　were　not；　as　the　ordinary　traveler　might

infer；　the　first　rude　shelter　of　the　original　pioneers　or　settlers；

but　the　later　makeshifts　of　some　recent　Western　immigrants　who；　like

himself；　probably　found　themselves　unequal　to　the　settled　habits　of

the　village；　and　who　still　retained　their　nomadic　instincts。　　It

chanced；　however；　that　the　cabin　at　present　was　occupied　by　a　New

England　mechanic　and　his　family；　who　had　emigrated　by　ship　around

Cape　Horn；　and　who　had　no　experience　of　the　West；　the　plains；　or　its

people。　　It　was　therefore　with　some　curiosity　and　a　certain　amount

of　fascinated　awe　that　the　mechanic's　only　daughter　regarded　from

the　open　door　of　her　dwelling　the　arrival　of　this　wild　and　lawless…

looking　stranger。



Meantime　he　had　opened　the　curtains　of　the　wagon　and　taken　from　its

interior　a　number　of　pots；　pans；　and　culinary　utensils；　which　he

proceed