the man of the forest-第9部分

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the　shuffling　crowd　began　to　snicker　and　whisper；　Riggs　gave
Dale　a　malignant　glance；　shifted　it　to　Helen；　and　then
lurched　away　in　the　direction　of　his　gun。

Dale　did　not　pay　any　more　attention　to　him。　　Gathering　up
Helen's　baggage；　he　said；　〃Come　on；〃　and　shouldered　a　lane
through　the　gaping　crowd。　　The　girls　followed　close　at　his
heels。

〃Nell！　　what　'd　I　tell　you？〃　whispered　Bo。　　〃Oh；　you're　all
atremble！〃

Helen　was　aware　of　her　unsteadiness；　anger　and　fear　and
relief　in　quick　succession　had　left　her　rather　weak。　　Once
through　the　motley　crowd　of　loungers；　she　saw　an　old　gray
stage…coach　and　four　lean　horses。　　A　grizzled；　sunburned　man
sat　on　the　driver's　seat；　whip　and　reins　in　hand。　　Beside　him
was　a　younger　man　with　rifle　across　his　knees。　　Another　man；
young；　tall；　lean；　dark；　stood　holding　the　coach　door　open。
He　touched　his　sombrero　to　the　girls。　　His　eyes　were　sharp　as
he　addressed　Dale。

〃Milt；　wasn't　you　held　up？〃

〃No。　　But　some　long…haired　galoot　was　tryin'　to　hold　up　the
girls。　　Wanted　to　throw　his　gun　on　me。　　I　was　sure　scared；〃
replied　Dale；　as　he　deposited　the　luggage。

Bo　laughed。　　Her　eyes；　resting　upon　Dale；　were　warm　and
bright。　　The　young　man　at　the　coach　door　took　a　second　look
at　her；　and　then　a　smile　changed　the　dark　hardness　of　his
face。

Dale　helped　the　girls　up　the　high　step　into　the　stage；　and
then；　placing　the　lighter　luggage；　in　with　them；　he　threw
the　heavier　pieces　on　top

〃Joe；　climb　up；〃　he　said。

〃Wal；　Milt；〃　drawled　the　driver；〃　let's　ooze　along。〃

Dale　hesitated；　with　his　hand　on　the　door。　　He　glanced　at　the
crowd；　now　edging　close　again；　and　then　at　Helen。

〃I　reckon　I　ought　to　tell　you；〃　he　said；　and　indecision
appeared　to　concern　him。

〃What？〃　exclaimed　Helen。

〃Bad　news。　　But　talkin'　takes　time。　　An'　we　mustn't　lose　any。〃

〃There's　need　of　hurry？〃　queried　Helen；　sitting　up　sharply。

〃I　reckon。〃

〃Is　this　the　stage　to　Snowdrop？

〃No。　　That　leaves　in　the　mornin'。　　We　rustled　this　old　trap　to
get　a　start　to…night。〃

〃The　sooner　the　better。　　But　I　　I　don't　understand；〃　said
Helen；　bewildered。

〃It'll　not　be　safe　for　you　to　ride　on　the　mornin'　stage；〃
returned　Dale。

〃Safe！　　Oh；　what　do　you　mean？〃　exclaimed　Helen。
Apprehensively　she　gazed　at　him　and　then　back　at　Bo。

〃Explainin'　will　take　time。　　An'　facts　may　change　your　mind。
But　if　you　can't　trust　me　〃

〃Trust　you！〃　interposed　Helen；　blankly。　　〃You　mean　to　take　us
to　Snowdrop？　　〃

〃I　reckon　we'd　better　go　roundabout　an'　not　hit　Snowdrop；〃
he　replied；　shortly。

〃Then　to　Pine　　to　my　uncle　　Al　Auchincloss？

〃Yes；　I'm　goin'　to　try　hard。〃

Helen　caught　her　breath。　　She　divined　that　some　peril　menaced
her。　　She　looked　steadily；　with　all　a　woman's　keenness；　into
this　man's　face。　　The　moment　was　one　of　the　fateful　decisions
she　knew　the　West　had　in　store　for　her。　　Her　future　and　that
of　Bo's　were　now　to　be　dependent　upon　her　judgments。　　It　was
a　hard　moment　and；　though　she　shivered　inwardly；　she
welcomed　the　initial　and　inevitable　step。　　This　man　Dale；　by
his　dress　of　buckskin；　must　be　either　scout　or　hunter。　　His
size；　his　action；　the　tone　of　his　voice　had　been　reassuring。
But　Helen　must　decide　from　what　she　saw　in　his　face　whether
or　not　to　trust　him。　　And　that　face　was　clear　bronze；
unlined；　unshadowed；　like　a　tranquil　mask；　clean…cut；
strong…jawed；　with　eyes　of　wonderful　transparent　gray。

〃Yes；　I'll　trust　you；〃　she　said。　　〃Get　in；　and　let　us　hurry。
Then　you　can　explain。〃

〃All　ready；　Bill。　　Send　'em　along；〃　called　Dale。

He　had　to　stoop　to　enter　the　stage；　and；　once　in；　he
appeared　to　fill　that　side　upon　which　he　sat。　　Then　the
driver　cracked　his　whip；　the　stage　lurched　and　began　to
roll；　the　motley　crowd　was　left　behind。　　Helen　awakened　to
the　reality；　as　she　saw　Bo　staring　with　big　eyes　at　the
hunter；　that　a　stranger　adventure　than　she　had　ever　dreamed
of　had　began　with　the　rattling　roll　of　that　old　stage…coach。

Dale　laid　off　his　sombrero　and　leaned　forward；　holding　his
rifle　between　his　knees。　　The　light　shone　better　upon　his
features　now　that　he　was　bareheaded。　　Helen　had　never　seen　a
face　like　that；　which　at　first　glance　appeared　darkly
bronzed　and　hard；　and　then　became　clear；　cold；　aloof；　still；
intense。　　She　wished　she　might　see　a　smile　upon　it。　　And　now
that　the　die　was　cast　she　could　not　tell　why　she　had　trusted
it。　　There　was　singular　force　in　it；　but　she　did　not
recognize　what　kind　of　force。　　One　instant　she　thought　it　was
stern；　and　the　next　that　it　was　sweet；　and　again　that　it　was
neither。

〃I'm　glad　you've　got　your　sister；〃　he　said；　presently。

〃How　did　you　know　she's　my　sister？〃

〃I　reckon　she　looks　like　you。〃

〃No　one　else　ever　thought　so；〃　replied　Helen；　trying　to
smile。

Bo　had　no　difficulty　in　smiling；　as　she　said；　〃Wish　I　was
half　as　pretty　as　Nell。〃

〃Nell。　　Isn't　your　name　Helen？〃　queried　Dale。

〃Yes。　　But　my　　some　few　call　me　Nell。〃

〃I　like　Nell　better　than　Helen。　　An'　what's　yours？〃　went　on
Dale；　looking　at　Bo。

〃Mine's　Bo。　　just　plain　B…o。　　Isn't　it　silly？　　But　I　wasn't
asked　when　they　gave　it　to　me；〃　she　replied。

〃Bo。　　It's　nice　an'　short。　　Never　heard　it　before。　　But　I
haven't　met　many　people　for　years。〃

〃Oh！　　we've　left　the　town！〃　cried　Bo。　　〃Look；　Nell！　　How　bare！
It's　just　like　desert。〃

〃It　is　desert。　　We've　forty　miles　of　that　before　we　come　to　a
hill　or　a　tree。〃

Helen　glanced　out。　　A　flat；　dull…green　expanse　waved　away
from　the　road　on　and　on　to　a　bright；　dark　horizon…line；
where　the　sun　was　setting　rayless　in　a　clear　sky。　　Open；
desolate；　and　lonely；　the　scene　gave　her　a　cold　thrill。

〃Did　your　uncle　Al　ever　write　anythin'　about　a　man　named
Beasley？〃　asked　Dale。

〃Indeed　he　did；〃　replied　Helen；　with　a　start　of　surprise。

〃Beasley！　　That　name　is　familiar　to　us　　and　detestable。　　My
uncle　complained　of　this　man　for　years。　　Then　he　grew　bitter
　accused　Beasley。　　But　the　last　year　or　so　not　a　word！〃

〃Well；　now；〃　began　the　hunter；　earnestly；　〃let's　get　the　bad
news　over。　　I'm　sorry　you　must　be　worried。　　But　you　must　learn
to　take　the　West　as　it　is。　　There's　good　an'　bad；　maybe　more
bad。　　That's　because　the　country's　young。　。　。　。　　So　to　come
right　out　with　it　　this　Beasley　hired　a　gang　of　outlaws　to
meet　the　stage　you　was　goin'　in　to　Snowdrop　　to…morrow　
an'　to　make　off　with　you。〃

〃Make　off　with　me？〃　ejaculated　Helen；　bewildered。

〃Kidnap　you！　　Which；　in　that　gang；　would　be　worse　than
killing　you！〃　declared　Dale；　grimly；　and　he　closed　a　huge
fist　on　his　knee。

Helen　was　utterly　astounded。

〃How　hor…rible！〃　she　gasped　out。　　〃Make　off　with　me！　　。　。　。
What　in　Heaven's　name　for？〃

Bo　gave　vent　to　a　fierce　little　utterance。

〃For　reasons　you　ought　to　guess；〃　replied　Dale；　and　he
leaned　forward　again。　　Neither　his　voice　nor　face　changed　in
the　least；　but　yet　there　was　a　something　about　him　that
fascinated　Helen。　　〃I'm　a　hunter。　　I　live　in　the　woods。　　A　few
nights　ago　I　happened　to　be　caught　out　in　a　storm　an'　I　took
to　an　old　log　cabin。　　Soon　as　I　got　there　I　heard　horses。　　I
hid　up　in　the　loft。　　Some　men　rode　up　an'　come　in。　　It　was
dark。　　They　couldn't　see　me。　　An'　they　talked。　　It　turned　out
they　were　Snake　Anson　an'　his　gang　of　sheep…thieves。　　They
expected　to　meet　Beasley　there。　　Pretty　soon　he　came。　　He　told
Anson　how　old　Al；　your　uncle；　was　on　his　last　legs　　how　he
had　sent　for　you　to　have　his　property　when　he　died。　　Beasley
swore　he　had　claims　on　Al。　　An'　he　made　a　deal　with　Anson　to
get　you　out　of　the　way。　　He　named　the　day　you　were　to　reach
Magdalena。　　With　Al　dead　an'　you　not　there；　Beasley　could　get
the　property。　　An'　then　he　wouldn't　care　if　you　did　come　to
claim　it。　　It　'd　be　too　late。　。　。　。　　Well；　they　rode　away　that
night。　　An'　next　day　I　rustled　down　to　Pine。　　They're　all　my
friends　at　Pine；　except　old　Al。　　But　they　think　I'm　queer。　　I
didn't　want　to　confide。　　in　many　people。　　Beasley　is　strong　in
Pine；　an'　for　that　matter　I　suspect　Snake　Anson　has　other
friends　there　besides　Beasley。　　So　I　went　to　see　your　uncle。
He　never　had　any　use　for　me　because　he　thought　I　was　lazy
like　an　Indian。　　Old　Al　hates　lazy　men。　　Then　we　fell　out　
or　he　fell　out　　because　he　believed　a　tame　lion　of　mine
had　killed　some　of　his　sheep。　　An'　now　I　reckon　that　Tom
might　have　done　it。　　I　tried　to　lead　up　to　this　deal　of
Beasley's　about　you；　but　old　Al　wouldn't　listen。　　He's　cross
　very　cross。　　An'　when　I　tried　to　tell　him；　why；　he　went
right　out　of　his　head。　　Sent　me　off　the　ranch。　　Now　I　reckon
you　begin　to　see　what　a　pickle　I　was　in。　　Finally　I　went　to
four　friends　I　could　trust。　　They're　Mormon　boys　　brothers。
That's　Joe　out　on　top；　with　the　driver。　　I　told　them　all
about　Beasley's　deal　an'　asked　them　to　help　me。　　So　we
planned　to　beat　Anson　an'　his　gang　to　Magdalena。　　It　happens
that　Beasley　is　as　strong　in　Magdalena　as　he　is　in　Pine。　　An'
we　had　to　go　careful。　　But　the　boys　had　a　couple　of　friends
here　　Mormons；　too；　who　agreed　to　help　us。　　They　had　this
old　stage。　。　。　。　　An'　here　you　are。〃　Dale　spread　out　his　big
hands　and　looked　gravely　at　Helen　and　then　at　Bo。

〃You're　perfectly　splendid！〃　cried　Bo；　ringingly。　　She　was
white；　her　fingers　were　clenched；　her　eyes　blazed。

Dale　appeared　startled　out　of　his　gravity；　and　surprised；
then　pleased。　　A　smile　made　his　face　like　a　boy's。　　Helen　felt
her　body　all　rigid；　yet　slightly　trembling。　　Her　hands　were
cold。　　The　horror　of　this　revelation　held　her　speechless。　　But
in　her　heart　she　echoed　Bo's　exclamation　of　admiration　and
gratitude。

〃So　far；　then；〃　resumed　Dale；　with　a　heavy　breath　of　relief。
〃No　wonder　you're　upset。　　I've　a　blunt　way　of　talkin'。　。　。　。
Now　we've　thirty　miles　to　ride　on　this　Snowdrop　road　before
we　can　turn　off。　　To…day　sometime　the　rest　of　the　boys　
Roy；　John；　an'　Hal　　were　to　leave　Show　Down；　which's　a
town　farther　on　from　Snowdrop。　　They　have　my　horses　an'　packs
besides　their　own。　　Somewhere　on　the　road　we'll　meet　them　
to…night；　maybe　　or　tomorrow。　　I　hope　not　to…night；　because
that　'd　mean　Anson's　gang　was　ridin'　in　to　Magdalena。〃

Helen　wrung　her　hands　helplessly。

〃Oh；　have　I　no　courage？〃　she　whispered。

〃Nell；　I'm　as　scared　as　you　are；〃　said　Bo；　consolingly；
embracing　her　sister。

〃I　reckon　that's　natural；〃