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ever bother your head again about him. Iâll bet theyâre all
men out here. And I wouldnât be in Harve Riggsâs boots for a
lot.â
After that Bo talked of her uncle and his fatal illness, and
from that she drifted back to the loved ones at home, now
seemingly at the other side of the world, and then she broke
down and cried, after which she fell asleep on Helenâs
shoulder.
But Helen could not have fallen asleep if she had wanted to.
She had always, since she could remember, longed for a
moving, active life; and for want of a better idea she had
chosen to dream of gipsies. And now it struck her grimly
that, if these first few hours of her advent in the West
were forecasts of the future, she was destined to have her
longings more than fulfilled.
Presently the stage rolled slower and slower, until it came
to a halt. Then the horses heaved, the harnesses clinked,
the men whispered. Otherwise there was an intense quiet. She
looked out, expecting to find it pitch-dark. It was black,
yet a transparent blackness. To her surprise she could see a
long way. A shooting-star electrified her. The men were
listening. She listened, too, but beyond the slight sounds
about the stage she heard nothing. Presently the driver
clucked to his horses, and travel was resumed.
For a while the stage rolled on rapidly, evidently downhill,
swaying from side to side, and rattling as if about to fall
to pieces. Then it slowed on a level, and again it halted
for a few moments, and once more in motion it began a
laborsome climb. Helen imagined miles had been covered. The
desert appeared to heave into billows, growing rougher, and
dark, round bushes dimly stood out. The road grew uneven and
rocky, and when the stage began another descent its violent
rocking jolted Bo out of her sleep and in fact almost out of
Helenâs arms.
âWhere am I?â asked Bo, dazedly.
âBo, youâre having your heartâs desire, but I canât tell you
where you are,â replied Helen.
Bo awakened thoroughly, which fact was now no wonder,
considering the jostling of the old stage.
âHold on to me, Nell! ⊠Is it a runaway?â
âWeâve come about a thousand miles like this, I think,â
replied Helen. âIâve not a whole bone in my body.â
Bo peered out of the window.
âOh, how dark and lonesome! But itâd be nice if it wasnât so
cold. Iâm freezing.â
âI thought you loved cold air,â taunted Helen.
âSay, Nell, you begin to talk like yourself,â responded Bo.
It was difficult to hold on to the stage and each other and
the cloak all at once, but they succeeded, except in the
roughest places, when from time to time they were bounced
around. Bo sustained a sharp rap on the head.
âOooooo!â she moaned. âNell Rayner, Iâll never forgive you
for fetching me on this awful trip.â
âJust think of your handsome Las Vegas cowboy,â replied
Helen.
Either this remark subdued Bo or the suggestion sufficed to
reconcile her to the hardships of the ride.
Meanwhile, as they talked and maintained silence and tried
to sleep, the driver of the stage kept at his task after the
manner of Western men who knew how to get the best out of
horses and bad roads and distance.
By and by the stage halted again and remained at a
standstill for so long, with the men whispering on top, that
Helen and Bo were roused to apprehension.
Suddenly a sharp whistle came from the darkness ahead.
âThetâs Roy,â said Joe Beeman, in a low voice.
âI reckon. Anâ meetinâ us so quick looks bad,â replied Dale.
âDrive on, Bill.â
âMebbe it seems quick to you,â muttered the driver, âbut if
we hainât come thirty mile, anâ if thet ridge thar hainât
your turninâ-off place, why, I donât know nothinâ.â
The stage rolled on a little farther, while Helen and Bo sat
clasping each other tight, wondering with bated breath what
was to be the next thing to happen.
Then once more they were at a standstill. Helen heard the
thud of boots striking the ground, and the snorts of horses.
âNell, I see horses,â whispered Bo, excitedly. âThere, to
the side of the road ⊠and here comes a man⊠. Oh,
if he shouldnât be the one theyâre expecting!â
Helen peered out to see a tall, dark form, moving silently,
and beyond it a vague outline of horses, and then pale
gleams of what must have been pack-loads.
Dale loomed up, and met the stranger in the road.
âHowdy, Milt? You got the girl sure, or you wouldnât be
here,â said a low voice.
âRoy, Iâve got two girls â sisters,â replied Dale.
The man Roy whistled softly under his breath. Then another
lean, rangy form strode out of the darkness, and was met by
Dale.
âNow, boys â how about Ansonâs gang?â queried Dale.
âAt Snowdrop, drinkinâ anâ quarrelinâ. Reckon theyâll leave
there about daybreak,â replied Roy.
âHow long have you been here?â
âMebbe a couple of hours.â
âAny horse go by?â
âNo.â
âRoy, a strange rider passed us before dark. He was hittinâ
the road. Anâ heâs got by here before you came.â
âI donât like thet news,â replied Roy, tersely. âLetâs
rustle. With girls on hossback youâll need all the start you
can get. Hey, John?â
âSnake Anson shore can foller hoss tracks,â replied the
third man.
âMilt, say the word,â went on Roy, as he looked up at the
stars. âDaylight not far away. Hereâs the forks of the road,
anâ your hosses, anâ our outfit. You can be in the pines by
sunup.â
In the silence that ensued Helen heard the throb of her
heart and the panting little breaths of her sister. They
both peered out, hands clenched together, watching and
listening in strained attention.
âItâs possible that rider last night wasnât a messenger to
Anson,â said Dale. âIn that case Anson wonât make anythinâ
of our wheel tracks or horse tracks. Heâll go right on to
meet the regular stage. Bill, can you go back anâ meet the
stage cominâ before Anson does?â
âWal, I reckon so â anâ take it easy at thet,â replied
Bill.
âAll right,â continued Dale, instantly. âJohn, you anâ Joe
anâ Hal ride back to meet the regular stage. Anâ when you
meet it get on anâ be on it when Anson holds it up.â
âThetâs shore agreeable to me,â drawled John.
âIâd like to be on it, too,â said Roy, grimly.
âNo. Iâll need you till Iâm safe in the woods. Bill, hand
down the bags. Anâ you, Roy, help me pack them. Did you get
all the supplies I wanted?â
âShore did. If the young ladies ainât powerful particular
you can feed them well for a couple of months.â
Dale wheeled and, striding to the stage, he opened the door.
âGirls, youâre not asleep? Come,â he called.
Bo stepped down first.
âI was asleep till this â this vehicle fell off the road
back a ways,â she replied.
Roy Beemanâs low laugh was significant. He took off his
sombrero and stood silent. The old driver smothered a loud
guffaw.
âVeehicle! Wal, Iâll be doggoned! Joe, did you hear thet?
All the spunky gurls ainât born out West.â
As Helen followed with cloak and bag Roy assisted her, and
she encountered keen eyes upon her face. He seemed both
gentle and respectful, and she felt his solicitude. His
heavy gun, swinging low, struck her as she stepped down.
Dale reached into the stage and hauled out baskets and bags.
These he set down on the ground.
âTurn around, Bill, anâ go along with you. John anâ Hal will
follow presently,â ordered Dale.
âWal, gurls,â said Bill, looking down upon them, âI was shore
powerful glad to meet you-all. Anâ Iâm ashamed of my country
â offerinâ two sich purty gurls insults anâ lowdown
tricks. But shore youâll go through safe now. You couldnât
be in better company fer ridinâ or huntinâ or marryinâ or
gittinâ religion ââ
âShut up, you old grizzly!â broke in Dale, sharply.
âHaw! Haw! Good-by, gurls, anâ good luck!â ended Bill, as he
began to whip the reins.
Bo said good-by quite distinctly, but Helen could only
murmur hers. The old driver seemed a friend.
Then the horses wheeled and stamped, the stage careened and
creaked, presently to roll out of sight in the gloom.
âYouâre shiverinâ,â said Dale, suddenly, looking down upon
Helen. She felt his big, hard hand clasp hers. âCold as
ice!â
âI am c-cold,â replied Helen. âI guess weâre not warmly
dressed.â
âNell, we roasted all day, and now weâre freezing,â declared
Bo. âI didnât know it was winter at night out here.â
âMiss, havenât you some warm gloves anâ a coat?â asked Roy,
anxiously. âIt âainât begun to get cold yet.â
âNell, weâve heavy gloves, riding-suits and boots â all
fine and new â in this black bag,â said Bo,
enthusiastically kicking a bag at her feet.
âYes, so we have. But a lot of good theyâll do us,
to-night,â returned Helen.
âMiss, youâd do well to change right here,â said Roy,
earnestly. âItâll save time in the long run anâ a lot of
sufferinâ before sunup.â
Helen stared at the young man, absolutely amazed with his
simplicity. She was advised to change her traveling-dress
for a riding-suit â out somewhere in a cold, windy desert
â in the middle of the night â among strange young men!
âBo, which bag is it?â asked Dale, as if she were his
sister. And when she indicated the one, he picked it up.
âCome off the road.â
Bo followed him, and Helen found herself mechanically at
their heels. Dale led them a few paces off the road behind
some low bushes.
âHurry anâ change here,â he said. âWeâll make a pack of your
outfit anâ leave room for this bag.â
Then he stalked away and in a few strides disappeared.
Bo sat down to begin unlacing her shoes. Helen could just
see her pale, pretty face and big, gleaming eyes by the
light of the stars. It struck her then that Bo was going to
make eminently more of a success of Western life than she
was.
âNell, those fellows are n-nice,â said Bo, reflectively.
âArenât you c-cold? Say, he said hurry!â
It was beyond Helenâs comprehension how she ever began to
disrobe out there in that open, windy desert, but after she
had gotten launched on the task she found that it required
more fortitude than courage. The cold wind pierced right
through her. Almost she could have laughed at the way Bo
made things fly.
âG-g-g-gee!â chattered Bo. âI n-never w-was so c-c-cold in
all my life. Nell Rayner, m-may the g-good Lord forgive
y-you!â
Helen was too intent on her own troubles to take breath to
talk. She was a strong, healthy girl, swift and efficient
with her hands, yet this, the hardest physical ordeal she
had ever experienced, almost overcame her. Bo outdistanced
her by moments, helped her with buttons, and laced one whole
boot for her. Then, with hands that stung, Helen packed the
traveling-suits in the bag.
âThere! But what an awful mess!â exclaimed Helen. âOh, Bo,
our pretty traveling-dresses!â
âWeâll press them t-to-morrow â on a l-log,â replied Bo,
and she giggled.
They started for the road. Bo,
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