"Nell, come on," said Dale, as he led on. "It's better to look up."The sun had just sunk behind the ragged fringe of mountain-rim when those three strong and efficient men of the open had pitched camp and had prepared a bountiful supper. Then Roy Beeman took out the little worn Bible which Helen had given him to use when he married Bo, and as he opened it a light changed his dark face.
"Come, Helen an' Dale," he said.
They arose to stand before him. And he married them there under the great, stately pines, with the fragrant blue smoke curling upward, and the wind singing through the branches, while the waterfall murmured its low, soft, dreamy music, and from the dark slope came the wild, lonely cry of a wolf, full of the hunger for life and a mate.
"Let us pray," said Roy, as he closed the Bible, and knelt with them.
"There is only one God, an' Him I beseech in my humble office for the woman an' man I have just wedded in holy bonds. Bless them an' watch them an' keep them through all the comin' years. Bless the sons of this strong man of the woods an' make them like him, with love an' understandin' of the source from which life comes. Bless the daughters of this woman an' send with them more of her love an' soul, which must be the softenin' an' the salvation of the hard West. 0 Lord, blaze the dim, dark trail for them through the unknown forest of life! 0 Lord, lead the way across the naked range of the future no mortal knows! We ask in Thy name! Amen."When the preacher stood up again and raised the couple from their kneeling posture, it seemed that a grave and solemn personage had left him. This young man was again the dark-faced, clear-eyed Roy, droll and dry, with the enigmatic smile on his lips.
"Mrs. Dale," he said, taking her hands, "I wish you joy. . .
. An' now, after this here, my crownin' service in your behalf -- I reckon I'll claim a reward."Then he kissed her. Bo came next with her warm and loving felicitations, and the cowboy, with characteristic action, also made at Helen.
"Nell, shore it's the only chance I'll ever have to kiss you," he drawled. "Because when this heah big Indian once finds out what kissin' is -- !"Las Vegas then proved how swift and hearty he could be upon occasions. All this left Helen red and confused and unutterably happy. She appreciated Dale's state. His eyes reflected the precious treasure which manifestly he saw, but realization of ownership had not yet become demonstrable.
Then with gay speech and happy laugh and silent look these five partook of the supper. When it was finished Roy made known his intention to leave. They all protested and coaxed, but to no avail. He only laughed and went on saddling his horse.
"Roy, please stay," implored Helen. "The day's almost ended.
You're tired."
"Nope. I'll never be no third party when there's only two.""But there are four of us."
"Didn't I just make you an' Dale one? . . . An', Mrs. Dale, you forget I've been married more 'n once."Helen found herself confronted by an unanswerable side of the argument. Las Vegas rolled on the grass in his mirth.
Dale looked strange.
"Roy, then that's why you're so nice," said Bo, with a little devil in her eyes. "Do you know I had my mind made up if Tom hadn't come around I was going to make up to you, Roy. . . . I sure was. What number wife would I have been?"It always took Bo to turn the tables on anybody. Roy looked mightily embarrassed. And the laugh was on him. He did not face them again until he had mounted.
"Las Vegas, I've done my best for you -- hitched you to thet blue-eyed girl the best I know how," he declared. "But Ishore ain't guaranteein' nothin'. You'd better build a corral for her.""Why, Roy, you shore don't savvy the way to break these wild ones," drawled Las Vegas. "Bo will be eatin' out of my hand in about a week."Bo's blue eyes expressed an eloquent doubt as to this extraordinary claim.
"Good-by, friends," said Roy, and rode away to disappear in the spruces.
Thereupon Bo and Las Vegas forgot Roy, and Dale and Helen, the camp chores to be done, and everything else except themselves. Helen's first wifely duty was to insist that she should and could and would help her husband with the work of cleaning up after the sumptuous supper. Before they had finished a sound startled them. It came from Roy, evidently high on the darkening slope, and was a long, mellow pealing halloo, that rang on the cool air, burst the dreamy silence, and rapped across from slope to slope and cliff to cliff, to lose its power and die away hauntingly in the distant recesses.