PATRICIA'S WILD RIDE
It was a gay party that assembled around the dinner-table at
Cedarcrest, shortly after eight o'clock on Tuesday evening, although,
had one possessed the ability to analyze deeply, it would have been
discovered that the gaiety was somewhat forced. Each person present at
the gathering was burdened by the intuitive perception of something
ominous in the atmosphere; there was a portentous quality about the
environment that had more or less a depressing effect upon Sally
Gardner's guests, and each one was conscious of a determined, but
silent effort to overcome this feeling, in the belief that he or she
was the only one who experienced it.
Two of the expected guests had not arrived. They were Patricia and
Richard Morton; but, because no message of any sort had been received
from Morton, it was the generally accepted idea, that something had
happened on the road to delay his car, and they were expected to
arrive at any moment. The serving of the dinner was delayed as long
as possible in expectation of their coming, but at last the other
guests seated themselves around the table to enjoy the feast so
carefully prepared by Jack Gardner's high-salaried chef. Agnes and
Frances Houston, who were to have come out in Richard Morton's car
with Patricia, arrived on time, accompanied by an uninvited guest,
although he was one who was on such terms of intimacy with the
Gardners that he had not hesitated to attend this country party, when
the idea was suggested to him. It was the lawyer, Melvin; and the
suggestion that he should be present, and that he should take out the
Houston girls, had, strangely enough, been made by Morton. The young
ranchman had gone to the lawyer's office early in the day of that
Tuesday, and the conversation he held with Melvin will give a good
idea of the drift of his intentions, and of his hitherto latent
talents for planning and scheming. And the shrewd old lawyer quite
readily fell in with the suggestions that were made to him.
The invitation extended to Morton, the preceding evening, by Jack
Gardner, and the directions given him at the time, as to whom he
should take with him to the party, had suggested to him a novel plan,
which he lost no time in taking measures to carry out. It is true, he
was delighted on learning that he was expected to take Patricia to
Cedarcrest, but he was just as greatly disappointed by the idea that
Agnes and Frances Houston were to occupy the tonneau of his car, and
therefore he planned to avoid the disturbing element. The presence of
the lawyer at the club where Gardner and Morton held their
conversation, suggested to the latter what he would do, for he knew of
the intimate friendly relations existing between Melvin and the
Gardners, and did not doubt that the great legal light would be an
acceptable addition to the party which Sally had planned. Had he known
all of Sally's reasons for the arrangements she had made, and had he
realized exactly why the party had been got up, he might have
hesitated to do what he did; possibly, he would have refused to attend
at all--but developments will show how he took the information, when
at last it was given to him. It must be remembered that Morton knew
nothing at all of the real incidents of the preceding Saturday, and
was aware only of the fact that something was wrong; that something
had occurred to annoy and disturb Patricia Langdon out of her
customary self-repose. Nevertheless, Morton was convinced,
notwithstanding his interview with her and with Duncan, that she was
somehow being forced into a position abhorrent to her. He had
promised to be her friend, and Dick Morton knew of only one way to
fulfill that promise. Whatever he undertook to do, he did thoroughly,
and always his first impulse, whenever one of his friends needed aid
of any sort, was to fight for that friend.
His initial occupation that Tuesday morning was to visit the garage
where his two automobiles were kept, and the instructions to his
chauffeur were given rapidly and to the point. An hour later, when he
called upon the lawyer, he said, after greetings had been exchanged:
"Melvin, I don't know whether you are aware of it or not, but Jack
Gardner and his wife are having a little impromptu house-party, at
their place, Cedarcrest, beginning at dinner time, this evening. I
believe it is to continue till the week-end, and of course I know it
is impossible for you to leave your business for that length of time;
but I--"
"What are you talking about, Morton?" the lawyer interrupted him.
"Neither Jack nor Sally have thought to invite me to their gathering."
"Oh, well, that doesn't count, you know--not in this instance. I want
you to do me a favor. That's the size of it. The point is this: I was
told to take Miss Langdon and the Misses Houston, to Cedarcrest, in my
White Steamer. I have just discovered that the car is temporarily out
of commission, and so I am reduced to the necessity of using my
roadster. I came down here to ask you to take the Houston girls to
Cedarcrest, for me."
The shrewd old lawyer threw back his head, and laughed, heartily.
"You're not very deep, Morton," he said, presently. "I can see through
you as plainly as if you were a plate-glass window. You have come here
to induce me to relieve you of the necessity of taking Agnes and
Frances Houston to Cedarcrest, in order that you may have Patricia
Langdon alone with you in your roadster. And I'll wager that your
chauffeur is out of commission, too."
"There will be my machinist in the rumble-seat," replied Morton,
blushing furiously. "You see, Melvin, I happen to know that you are
always an acceptable addition to any party at that house, and--and
so--"
The lawyer laughed again, and raised his hand for silence.
"Don't try to explain," he said, still chuckling. "'Least said,
soonest mended,' you know. I'll help you out, for I don't think your
suggestion is a bad one, at all. You may leave it all to me, without
even going so far as to communicate with the two members of your
party whom you wish to rid yourself of. I'll attend to that, by
telephoning; and I'll take them to Cedarcrest for dinner, and remain
for the night; but I shall have to return early to-morrow morning.
When the hour comes for you to start, Morton, you have only to drive
around after Miss Langdon." Thus, it happened that, when the party was
seated in the splendidly decorated dining-room at Cedarcrest, there
were two absentees; as there was, also, one guest who had not been
expected, and who, for once in his life, was not entirely welcome at
Sally Gardner's country home. For Sally had a wholesome respect for,
as well as an intuitive perception of, the old lawyer's shrewdness.
Quick to scent a plot of any sort, Mrs. Gardner saw in this
incident--the arrival of Melvin with the Houston girls, and the
absence of her star guest and escort--certain circumstances that
smelled strongly of pre-arrangement. She remembered what her husband
had said to her, the preceding day, when she suggested the party; she
recalled Jack's statement to the effect that Morton was in love with
Patricia, and, because her acquaintance with the young cattle-king had
begun in their childhood in Montana, she realized just what he was
capable of doing, if by any chance he had been made aware of the
circumstances which were the occasion of the gathering at Cedarcrest.
Melvin had explained, in as few words as possible, how it happened
that he was there; but his explanation only added to the foreboding in
Sally Gardner's mind, which grew and grew when daylight faded to
twilight, and then to darkness, and still Morton's roadster had not
arrived.
Nesbit Farnham was in the seventh heaven of bliss because he was
seated at the table beside Beatrice, who bore no outward evidence of
having been ill, and who, for the moment at least, was the life of the
party; for she compelled herself to a certain gaiety of manner which
she did not feel. Duncan had been told, by his host, to bring out the
two men who were to complete the party, and he had given little
thought to the arrangement made for him until after his arrival at
Cedarcrest, when he discovered that the young ranchman and Patricia
were alone together, somewhere on the road between the city and their
destination. He felt certain misgivings, then, although he could not
have defined them; but he recalled the scene that had occurred between
himself and Morton, the preceding evening, which had so nearly
developed into an open quarrel, and he wondered what the strenuous
young ranchman might not attempt to do, in making the most of the
opportunity thus afforded him.
Patricia Langdon had received her invitation to Sally's party, and had
given her reluctant acceptance, over the telephone, at a late hour the
preceding evening. Sally had also told Patricia of the arrangement
made for taking her to Cedarcrest. The girl had demurred, at first,
and expressed a desire to use her own car; but she had been argued
into a final acceptance of Sally's arrangement. It was, therefore,
with some amazement that she received Richard Morton, at four o'clock
Tuesday afternoon, when he went after her with his roadster, and
discovered that they were to ride alone together, to Cedarcrest; for
Morton had decided to do without the services of his machinist this
afternoon. He was determined to have no third person present, during
the thirty miles drive from the city. The lawyer's shrewd guess about
the chauffeur being put out of commission had certainly furnished a
suggestion for Morton to follow. Patricia hesitated to accompany him,
in that manner, but finally consented, though not without reluctance;
and so, shortly before five o'clock, they started. They should easily
have arrived at Cedarcrest between six and seven.
We already know that they had not put in their appearance at half-past
eight. The reason for this delay, was somewhat startling.
When Patricia was well ensconced in the bucket-seat of the roadster
beside Morton, he started the car forward at as rapid a pace as the
city ordinance would permit. Both were silent for a considerable time,
but, at last, Patricia asked him:
"Will you be good enough to tell me why Mrs. Gardner's arrangement for
this afternoon, was not carried out?"
Morton turned his face away from her, in order to conceal the smile of
amusement in which he indulged himself, and he replied, with apparent
carelessness:
"My big car was out of commission, temporarily. I happened to see
Melvin, and he agreed to take Miss Houston and her sister to
Cedarcrest, for me."
"Oh, indeed! What has happened to your White Steamer? It was only the
other day that you told me how proud you were of it because it never
got out of order."
He turned his face toward her and replied slowly and with
distinctness:
"I won't lie to you about it, Patricia; that wouldn't be fair. I put
the car out of commission, myself; or, rather, it was done by my
order, because I wanted to take this ride alone with you."
"You should have told me that before we started," she said to him.
"Why? Would it have made any difference in your going?"
"Most certainly it would."
"Do you mean that you would have declined to come with me?"
"I do."
"But why?"
"Chiefly, because I do not approve of plots and schemes, in any form.
Had you asked me, frankly and openly, to drive to Cedarcrest with you,
I should have felt no hesitation in accepting; as it is, you have
given offense, Mr. Morton."
"So much so that you won't even call me Dick?" he said, with a light
laugh that was more forced than real.
"Yes. You have not proven yourself quite the friend I hoped you would
be. Friends don't plot against each other."
"Shall I turn the car about and take you home?" he asked shortly, with
tightening lips, angered unreasonably by the attitude she had
assumed.
"No; you may take me to our destination, Cedarcrest."
They drove on in silence for a considerable time after that, and, as
soon as they were in the country, on less-frequented roads, Morton
increased the speed of his roadster until they were flying along the
highway in utter and absolute defiance of the statutes. When they
presently arrived at a turn within a few miles of their destination, a
turn that would have taken them directly to the house they sought,
Morton did not move the steering-wheel of the car, but kept on,
straight ahead, and with ever increasing speed.
Patricia knew the road very well indeed; she had been over it many
times, and now she called out to her companion:
"You have taken the wrong road. You should have gone around that last
turn."
Morton did not reply, or attempt to do so. He seemed not to have heard
her.
"Won't you please slow down a little?" she asked, after another
moment; and the question came somewhat tremulously, because, strange
to say, Patricia was just a little frightened by the circumstance that
now confronted her.
Again, Morton made no reply, nor did he comply with her request, and
the car flew on and on, while Patricia tried to collect her thoughts,
and to determine what were best for her to do toward restraining this
head-strong companion of hers, who now seemed like a runaway colt that
has taken the bit in its teeth, and has found the strength to defy
opposition.
"Richard Morton!" she exclaimed sharply, touching his arm,
tentatively. "Why don't you answer me? What are you trying to do?
Where are you taking me?"
For just an instant, he flashed his eyes into hers; then he replied,
grimly:
"I am taking you for a good ride. We'll steer around to Cedarcrest by
another road, presently."
"But I wish to go there at once."
"You can't."
"Do you mean that you refuse to do as I request?"
"Yes," he replied, shortly; and shut his jaws together with a snap
like a nut-cracker.
"You dare?"
"I dare anything, Patricia, when I am brought to it. I would like to
keep this machine going, at this pace, for hours and days and weeks,
with you seated there beside me, and never thinking of a stop until I
had you out yonder, in the wild country, where I was born and raised."
Again, she reached out and touched him on the arm, for she was more
frightened than she would have confessed to herself; but, before she
could speak, he called to her in a tone that was almost savage in its
intensity:
"Be careful, please. Don't interfere with my steering, or you will
ditch us."
"I demand that you bring this car to a stop," she said coldly,
controlling herself with an effort. "I insist that you turn it about,
and go back. I am amazed at your conduct, Mr. Morton--amazed and hurt.
You are offending me more deeply than you realize."
Again, he did not answer her, and Patricia, now thoroughly alarmed,
sought vainly for a means of bringing this impetuous and dare-devil
young ranchman to his senses. She thought once, as they ascended a
short hill, of leaping from the car to the ground, but the speed was
too great for her to take such a risk. It even occurred to her to
seize the steering-wheel, and to give it a sharp turn, thus wrecking
the machine; but she shuddered with terror when she thought of the
possibilities of such an act.
Half a mile farther on, Morton turned the car from the main highway
they had been following, and drove it at full speed along a narrow
road, where the going was somewhat rough, and where both had to give
their entire attention to retaining their seats.
"Are you mad?" she cried out to him, at last. She did not remember
ever to have been so frightened before. Actual fear was a new
sensation with Patricia Langdon.
Still, he did not answer her, and Patricia started to her feet,
determined to make the leap to the ground, risking broken limbs, or
worse, to escape from this situation, which was becoming more awful
with every moment that passed. A sudden terror lest the man beside her
had gone mad, seized her. But Morton grasped her with his left hand,
and pulled her back into the seat.
"Don't do that!" he ordered her, crisply.
"Then, stop the car," she replied. "Oh, please, do stop the car. You
have no idea how you frighten me. It is very dark, here, and this is a
terrible road. Please stop, Mr. Morton."
"Call me Dick, and I'll stop."
"Please stop the car--Dick!"
He closed the throttle, and applied the brake. In another moment the
speedy roadster slowed down gradually, and came to a stop, just at the
edge of a wood, where there was no house, or evidence of one, visible
in any direction; and, then, Richard Morton and Patricia Langdon
stared into each other's eyes through the gathering darkness, the
former with set jaws and a defiant smile, and the latter with plainly
revealed terror.