TOGETHER
Before them, the trail, beaten and rutted, stretched interminably,
losing itself in the darkness before it slipped over the rounded margin
of the world. As darkness increased, the trail seemed to waver before
their eyes like a gray scarf that the wind stirs on the ground. On
either side of it, the nature of the country varied with strange
abruptness, now an unbroken stretch of dead sage-brush showing like
isolated tufts in a gigantic clothes-brush--suddenly, a wilderness of
white sand shifting as the wind rose--again, broken rocks sown
broadcast. Before final darkness came, the trail itself was
varicolored, sometimes white with alkali, sometimes skirting low hills
whose sides showed a deep blue, streaked with crimson.
But now all was black, sand, alkali, gypsum-beds, for the night had
fallen.
In their wide detour they had endeavored to escape detection from the
stage-station, but sheltered by no appreciable inequalities of land,
and denied the refuge that even a small grove might have furnished,
they had, as it were, been held up to view on the prairie; and though
so far away, their horses had been as distinctly outlined as two ants
scurrying across a white page.
Wilfred reflected. "If Kimball, when he came out of that restaurant,
happened to look in this direction, he must have seen us; and the first
inquiry at the barn would inform him who're on the horses.' But he
said nothing until, from the rear, came the sound long-dreaded,
telling, though far away, of bounding horses and groaning wheels.
"Lahoma!"
"Yes--I hear them."
"My horse is about used up. We'll have to side-trail, or they'll ride
us down."
"I could go on," Lahoma answered, as she drew bard on the bit, "but I
wouldn't like to leave you here by yourself."
"You couldn't travel that distance by yourself. And good as your horse
is, it wouldn't last. But thank you for thinking of me," he added,
smiling in the darkness, as he dismounted. "Let me lead your horse as
well as my own."
"No," said Lahoma, "if leading is to be done, I'll do my part." She
leaped lightly to the ground and seized her bridle. Side by side they
slowly ventured from the trail into the invisible country on the left.
They found themselves treading short dead mesquit that did not greatly
obstruct their progress.
"Keep going," Wilfred said, when she paused for breath. "It wouldn't
do for our horses to whinny, for those fellows would hear them if it
was thundering. Give me your hand."
"Here it is," Lahoma felt about in the darkness. "My! but I'm glad
I've got you, Wilfred! Oh, how they are dashing along! Listen how the
man is lashing his whip over those four horses. Wish we could see
'em--must be grand, tearing along at that rate!"
The stage was rapidly coming up abreast of them, and Wilfred felt her
grasp tighten. There was a flash of lights, a glimpse of the driver's
face as of creased leather as he raised his whip above his head--then
noise and cloud of dust passed on and the lights became trailing sparks
that in a minute or two the wind seemed to blow out.
"My poor Brick!" Lahoma wailed. "Do you think he'll take good enough
care of himself from what I wrote in my letters? But no, he doesn't
think Red Kimball is coming yet, for I didn't know it till after I'd
written. He's with Bill now, waiting for another letter. Or for a
telegram."
"No, no, Lahoma," Wilfred tried to sooth her. "He has been hiding for
days. Why should he come out just at the wrong time? You wrote that
you'd not send any more messages. Brick will be on the lookout for
Kimball. He is sure to be watching out for him."
"I know Brick," Lahoma protested, seemingly all at once overcome by the
fatigues of her journey and the hopelessness of the situation. "I was
afraid he wouldn't agree to hide at all; and just as soon as you came
away, and there wasn't any more prospects of letters, he'd get
lonesome, and tire of staying away from home. He's in that cove this
minute, and he'll be there when Red Kimball takes the sheriff after
him." Her voice quivered with distress.
"Don't be afraid, Lahoma," urged Wilfred, slipping his arm protectingly
about her. "Don't grieve--I'm sure Brick is in a safe place."
"Well, I'M not in danger," said Lahoma, with-drawing from his
involuntary embrace. "Don't take ME for Brick! Maybe you're
right--but no, I'm sure he wouldn't be willing to stay out in the
mountains week after week--and during these cold nights! For it is
cold, right now. We must hurry on, Wilfred."
"There's one comfort," said Wilfred, as they retraced their way toward
the trail. "Mr. Gledware won't appear as a witness against Brick.
We'll get him cleared, easy enough."
"But Mr. Gledware WILL appear against him, and he'll swear anything
that Red Kimball wants."
"I thought he agreed to do that only on condition that a certain pin--"
"YES! But Red Kimball brought him that pin just before I left!"
"Brought him the pin that the Indian had?"
"Yes, the pearl and onyx pin. And Mr. Gledware seemed to consider it
so important that I know Red Feather would never have given it up while
he had life."
"Then...?"
Lahoma shuddered. "YES! You see, NOW, what a fiend Red Kimball is. And
you know, NOW, what a hold he has over Mr. Gledware,--can make him
testify in such a way as to ruin my poor Brick. If Brick knew this,
he'd understand how important it is to flee for his life and never,
never let himself be taken. But he thinks nobody could get the better
of Red Feather. You see, if he just dreamed what has happened, he'd
KNOW Mr. Gledware can convict him."
"We must reach Brick Willock before Red Kimball gets his warrant!"
exclaimed Wilfred desperately.
"Yes, we must, we must!" Lahoma was growing slightly hysterical. "I
won't mind any hardship, any danger--but what are we to do? You won't
let me ride on alone--and you wouldn't be willing to leave me here and
take the good horse yourself."
"You're quite right about that!" returned the young man promptly. "We
can only mount again, and go as fast as my miserable beast can travel,
hoping for some chance to come our way. We have the advantage of not
being in the stage where Kimball could keep an eye on us."
"I ought to be more thankful for that than I am," Lahoma sighed. They
mounted, but as they rode forward, Wilfred's horse lagged more and more.
"It's slow sailing," Wilfred remarked, "but it will give us a chance to
talk. By the way, do you feel ready for supper?" From his overcoat
pocket he drew forth the sandwiches.
It seemed to Lahoma to show an unfeeling heart to experience hunger at
such a time, and to find the ham sandwiches good; but it was none the
less true that they were good, and the mustard with which the ham was
plastered added a tang of hope and returned a defiant answer to the
cold inquiry of the north wind.
After they had eaten and the remaining sandwiches had been carefully
stowed away in Wilfred's capacious pocket, they pressed forward with
renewed energy on the part of all save Wilfred's horse. By dint of
constant urging it was kept going faster than a walk though it was
obsessed by a consuming desire to lie down. In order to keep Lahoma's
mind from dwelling on their difficulties and on Brick's peril, the
young man maintained conversation at high pressure, ably seconded by
his companion who was anxious to show herself undaunted.
Wilfred chose as the topic to engage Lahoma's mind, the future of
Oklahoma Territory. The theme filled him with enthusiasm such as no
long-settled commonwealth is able to inspire, and though Lahoma
considered herself a Texan, she was able to enter into his spirit from
having always lived at the margin of the new country. Wilfred dwelt on
the day when Oklahoma would no longer be represented in congress by a
delegate without the right to vote, but would take its place as a state
whose constitution should be something new and inspiring in the history
of civil documents.
Wilfred meant to have a part in the framing of that constitution and as
he outlined some of his theories of government, Lahoma listened with
quick sympathy and appreciation. A new feeling for him, something like
admiration, something like pride, stirred within her. Here was a man
who meant to do things, things eminently worth a man's time and
strength; and yet, for all his high purposes, there was no look, no
tone, to indicate that he held himself at a higher valuation than those
for whom he meant to labor. As in time of stress the strongest man is
given the heaviest burden, so he seemed to take to himself a leading
part in the future of his country that all who dwelt within its borders
might find it a freer, a richer, a better country because of him.
"You'll call me ambitious," said Wilfred, glowing. "Well, I am. You'll
accuse me of wanting power. So I do!"
Her eyes flashed. "And I'm ambitious for you!" she cried. "Go ahead
and get power. Take the earth! Don't stop till you reach the
sea--that's the spirit of the West. But how did you ever think of
these things?"
"During my long winters on my quarter-section, nobody in sight--just
the prairie and me. Nothing else to think about except the country
that's new-born. So I studied out a good many things, just thinking
about Oklahoma and--and--"
Lahoma said softly, "I KNEW there was SOMETHING ELSE you thought about."
"Yes," exclaimed Wilfred, thrilled. "Yes--there WAS something else!"
"A little girl, I guess," murmured Lahoma gently, with a touch of
compassion in her tone.
"You've guessed it, Lahoma--yes, the dearest little girl in the world."
"I wish she could have cared for you--THAT way--like your voice
sounds," murmured Lahoma.
"Maybe she can," Wilfred's voice grew firmer. "Yes--she MUST!"
"Have you found a gold-mine?"
"What are you talking about, Lahoma? What has a gold-mine to do with
it?"
"Because nothing else goes," returned Lahoma decisively. "You might
get single statehood for Oklahoma, and write the constitution yourself,
and be elected governor--but you'd look just the same to Annabel,
unless you had a gold-mine."
Wilfred gave a jerk at his bridle. "Who's talking about Annabel?" he
cried rather sharply. He had forgotten that there was an Annabel.
"Everybody is," returned Lahoma, somewhat sharply on her own account,
"everybody is, or ought to be!"
"_I_ am not," retorted Wilfred, springing to the ground just in
time--for his horse, on being checked, had promptly lain down.
"Then that's what you get!" remarked Lahoma severely, staring down at
the dark blur on the trail which her imagination correctly interpreted
as the horse stretched out on its side.