Bo blushed rosy red, and the cowboy's face lost something of its somber hue.
"I allow it's none of your d -- darn bizness if SHE ain't made up with me," he said.
"Las Vegas, you're a wonder with a hoss an' a rope, an' Ireckon with a gun, but when it comes to girls you shore ain't there.""I'm no Mormon, by golly! Come, Ma Cass, let's get out of here, so they can talk.""Folks, I was jest a-goin' to say thet Roy's got fever an' he oughtn't t' talk too much," said the old woman. Then she and Carmichael went into the kitchen and closed, the door.
Roy looked up at Helen with his keen eyes, more kindly piercing than ever.
"My brother John was here. He'd just left when you come. He rode home to tell my folks I'm not so bad hurt, an' then he's goin' to ride a bee-line into the mountains."Helen's eyes asked what her lips refused to utter.
"He's goin' after Dale. I sent him. I reckoned we-all sorta needed sight of thet doggone hunter."Roy had averted his gaze quickly to Bo.
"Don't you agree with me, lass?"
"I sure do," replied Bo, heartily.
All within Helen had been stilled for the moment of her realization; and then came swell and beat of heart, and inconceivable chafing of a tide at its restraint.
"Can John -- fetch Dale out -- when the snow's so deep?" she asked, unsteadily.
"Shore. He's takin' two hosses up to the snow-line. Then, if necessary, he'll go over the pass on snow-shoes. But I bet him Dale would ride out. Snow's about gone except on the north slopes an' on the peaks.""Then -- when may I -- we expect to see Dale?""Three or four days, I reckon. I wish he was here now. . . .
Miss Helen, there's trouble afoot."
"I realize that. I'm ready. Did Las Vegas tell you about Beasley's visit to me?""No. You tell me," replied Roy.
Briefly Helen began to acquaint him with the circumstances of that visit, and before she had finished she made sure Roy was swearing to himself.
"He asked you to marry him! Jerusalem! . . . Thet I'd never have reckoned. The -- low-down coyote of a greaser! . . .
Wal, Miss Helen, when I met up with Senuor Beasley last night he was shore spoilin' from somethin'; now I see what thet was. An' I reckon I picked out the bad time.""For what? Roy, what did you do?"
"Wal, I'd made up my mind awhile back to talk to Beasley the first chance I had. An' thet was it. I was in the store when I seen him go into Turner's. So I followed. It was 'most dark. Beasley an' Riggs an' Mulvey an' some more were drinkin' an' powwowin'. So I just braced him right then.""Roy! Oh, the way you boys court danger!"
"But, Miss Helen, thet's the only way. To be afraid MAKESmore danger. Beasley 'peared civil enough first off. Him an' me kept edgin' off, an' his pards kept edgin' after us, till we got over in a corner of the saloon. I don't know all Isaid to him. Shore I talked a heap. I told him what my old man thought. An' Beasley knowed as well as I thet my old man's not only the oldest inhabitant hereabouts, but he's the wisest, too. An' he wouldn't tell a lie. Wal, I used all his sayin's in my argument to show Beasley thet if he didn't haul up short he'd end almost as short. Beasley's thick-headed, an' powerful conceited. Vain as a peacock! He couldn't see, an' he got mad. I told him he was rich enough without robbin' you of your ranch, an' -- wal, I shore put up a big talk for your side. By this time he an' his gang had me crowded in a corner, an' from their looks I begun to get cold feet. But I was in it an' had to make the best of it. The argument worked down to his pinnin' me to my word that I'd fight for you when thet fight come off. An' I shore told him for my own sake I wished it 'd come off quick. . .
. Then -- wal -- then somethin' did come off quick!""Roy, then he shot you!" exclaimed Helen, passionately.
"Now, Miss Helen, I didn't say who done it," replied Roy, with his engaging smile.
"Tell me, then -- who did?"
"Wal, I reckon I sha'n't tell you unless you promise not to tell Las Vegas. Thet cowboy is plumb off his head. He thinks he knows who shot me an' I've been lyin' somethin' scandalous. You see, if he learns -- then he'll go gunnin'.
An', Miss Helen, thet Texan is bad. He might get plugged as I did -- an' there would be another man put off your side when the big trouble comes.""Roy, I promise you I will not tell Las Vegas," replied Helen, earnestly.