PREPARING FOR THE FINALE
"I'm getting scared, Gordon. Real truth, I am."
Hazel was in the saddle. Gordon had just mounted Sunset. It was the
close of a long, arduous, triumphant day for Gordon, and he was feeling
very happy, though mentally weary. The horses moved off before he made
any reply. He had just dismissed Peter McSwain and Mike Callahan, with
whom he had been in close consultation, and Hazel's father was still
within the office to see to its closing for the night and the departure
of the clerical staff.
The way lay towards the ranch, and the trail the horses were taking
skirted the new township, now no longer a waste of untrodden grass, but
a busy camp with a strongly flowing human tide.
Hazel had come to meet him at her lover's urgent request, and she was
glad enough to get away from the old ranch house, where the charge of
her captive there was seriously beginning to trouble her. Now she had
at last voiced something of those feelings which the rapid passing of
the weeks had steadily inspired. She knew that her peace of mind
demanded some change from this worrying situation. In her loyalty she
had struggled to perform her share in the conspiracy. She knew, too,
that she had succeeded fairly well, and that her efforts were all
appreciated to their full. She had contrived that her lover's father
should never know a moment's discomfort. That his life in captivity
should be made as easy and pleasant as possible. There were no signs
that it had been otherwise, but now, seven weeks had elapsed since his
arrival, and what had just seemed a scandalous joke to her originally,
had become a sort of painful nightmare which she was longing to throw
off. The moment she and Gordon were actually alone, she had been
impelled to break the silence which was steadily undermining her nerve.
Gordon's horse was close abreast of the brown mare, and its rider
smiled down from his great height upon the pretty tailored figure of
the girl who had become all the world to him.
"I know," he said sympathetically. "It's sort of that way with me,
too. I don't just mean I'm scared. There's nothing for me to be
scared about. It's--sort of conscience with me. As for your
father--say"--his smile broadened--"he's taken to his eye-patch with
everybody--me, too. I guess that means he's worried no end."
"What--what are you going to do--then?"
Hazel eagerly watched that big, open, ingenuous face with its widely
smiling blue eyes. And, watching it, she discerned added signs of a
growing humor. Finally he laughed outright.
"Say, we're just the limit for a bunch of conspirators. Yes--the
limit. You're the only one of us who's had the moral courage to put
your feelings into words. We're all scared. We've all been scared
these weeks. Your father's scared, so he can't look at any man with
two eyes. Peter's all of a shiver every time he comes within hailing
distance of the sheriff. As for Mike--well, Mike's sold all his
holdings, and is bursting to sell his livery business, all but one
team, so he'll have the means of skipping the border at a minute's
notice. Say, have you figured out how we stand? How I stand? Well,
from a point of law I guess I'm a good candidate for ten years'
penitentiary. I've kidnapped two men; one's a dirty dog, anyway, and
the other's one of the biggest millionaires in the country. I've
fraudulently played up a railroad. I've started this boom on the
biggest fraud ever practiced. I've--say, ten years! Why, I guess the
tally of this adventure looks to me like twenty in the worst
penitentiary to be found in the country. It--makes me perspire to
think of it."
He was laughing in a perfectly reckless fashion, and, in spite of her
very real fears, Hazel perforce found herself joining in.
"It's desperate, Gordon," she cried. "And as for you, who worked it
all out, and led it, you--you are the dearest blackguard ever
breathed." Then quite suddenly her eyes sobered, and her apprehension
returned with a rush. "But how long is--it to last? I--I can't go on
much longer, and your father's getting restive and suspicious."
Gordon reached down and patted Sunset's crested neck.
"It's finished now. That's why I asked you to come and meet me. I've
sold."
"You've sold?"
In a moment the last shadow of fear had passed out of the girl's pretty
eyes. Now she was agog with excited admiration.
"Yes." The man nodded. "It had to be done carefully. I've been
selling quietly for days and now it's finished. I didn't get the
prices I hoped quite, but that was because I felt I dared not wait
longer to clear up the general mess I'd made. Your father helped me,
and I now sit here with a roll of precisely one hundred and five
thousand dollars, and a definite promise to your father to fix things
with the great James Carbhoy so no trouble is coming to any one--not
even Slosson. I don't know. Now it's all over I'm sort of sorry. You
know this sort of thing--the excitement of beating folks--is a great
play. I want to be at it all the time."
"You've got to meet your father yet," said the girl warningly.
"The old dad? Why, yes, I s'pose I have." Gordon chuckled. "Say, I
don't wonder folks taking to crooked ways. They just set your blood
tingling like--like a glass of champagne on an empty stomach. Just
look out there." He pointed at the new township. "Say, isn't it
wonderful? All in a few weeks. And all the result of one man's
crookedness."
"And your father has been a--prisoner--the whole time. Over seven
weeks," rebuked the girl.
"But it's only three weeks since I met you that night on the trail,
Hazel. No other time concerns me. Not even the dear old dad's
captivity. That was the beginning of all things that matter for me."
"You seem to date everything around that--ridiculous episode," said
Hazel slyly. "I----"
"I do."
"Don't interrupt me, sir. I was going to assure you that your proper
spirit should be one of contrition for what you have made your father
endure."
"It is."
"You said you didn't care."
"I don't."
"Then----"
Gordon burst out into a happy laugh.
"Don't you see, dear? I just don't care for, or think about anything
else in the world. You--you--you are just mine, so what's the use of
talking of the old dad."
"Really? True? True?" The girl's tender eyes were melting as they
gazed up into her lover's. "More to you than all--this?" She
indicated the busy life on the new township. The miracle, as she
regarded it, which he had worked. The man smiled, his eyes full of a
great, tender love. "I'm glad," the girl sighed. "It isn't always so
with men--where the making of money is concerned, is it?" She breathed
a great contentment and happiness. "Yes, I'm--so glad. It's the same
with me, but--I want all this to go on right--because of you. I want
your success. I want your success as a man, and--with your father.
I'm very jealous for those things now. You see, you belong to me,
don't you?" She turned and gazed away across the plain. "Oh, it's
good to see it all--to see all the busy work going on. Look there--and
there," she pointed quickly in many directions. "Buildings going up.
Temporary buildings. The substantial structures to come later. Then
the road gangs at work. The carpenters at the sidewalks. The
surveyors. The teams and wagons. Above all, that depot being built
with all expedition by--your father." She laughed happily and clapped
her hands. "It's all growing every day. A mushroom town. And
you--you have made that money your great father dared you to make.
Dared you--you, and you have made it out of him! Oh, dear! the humor
of it is enough to make a cat laugh. Here you, by sheer audacity and
roguery, have held up a railroad and coolly played the highwayman on
your own father!"
Gordon shook his head.
"Call it grabbing opportunity. It was an opportunity which came my way
through the trifling oversight of forgetting to return the private code
book which the old dad had entrusted to my care. Say, I can never
thank the dad enough for that half-hour talk in his office which sent
me out into the wilderness. If he hadn't handed it to me, I should
never have blundered into Snake's; and if I hadn't blundered into
Snake's I shouldn't have found you. I guess my parent's just one of
the few to whom a son owes anything. He gave me life, but didn't stop
at that. He gave me you."
Hazel's eyes were smiling happily.
"And in return you lay violent hands on him, and incarcerate him while
you do your best to rob him."
"It sounds pretty bad."
"If I didn't know you I'd say that gratitude fell out of your cradle
and killed herself when the fairies got around at your birth. But you
didn't ask me to ride all these miles in to--to say just all these nice
things to me, Gordon? Besides, now you've completed your--graft, what
about your poor long-suffering prisoners? How are you going to save us
all from the consequences of your evil ways? Your father will hate
me." The girl sighed in pretended despair. "He'll never consent
to--to----"
"Our marriage? Say, if I'm a judge of things I'll have to stand by so
he don't embrace you too often, himself."
They both laughed like the two happy children they were. There was no
cloud that could mar the sun of their delight now. Hazel, for all her
fears, had perfect faith in this great reckless creature. She had
never been able to obscure the memory of his battle with Slosson on her
behalf. Her faith was unbounded.
So they rode on, leaving the busy new world the man had created behind
them, as they made their way on towards the ranch. They were leaving
everything behind them, the shadows and sunlight of past strenuous
days, which is the way of youth. They gazed ahead towards the future
with every confidence, and lived in a perfect present which contained
only their two selves.
It was not until they had nearly reached the ranch, and the wide
pasture stocked with grazing cattle came into view, that the girl was
able to pin her lover down to the urgent matters which lay ahead of
him. Then she received from that simple creature the brief account of
his intentions. For a moment she was staggered. Then, after a brief
digestion of the details, she began to laugh. The rank absurdity and
impudence of them took her fancy, and she found herself caught in the
humor of it all, and ready again to carry out his lightest wish.
"It's still the same, you see," Gordon finished up. "I still want you,
and your precious help, the same as I always shall. I just can't do a
thing without you, and as long as you are with me, why, I don't guess
failure's got a chance of getting its nose in front. I've got it all
fixed, if you'll play your part. All I ask is, for the Lord's sake
don't start in to laugh at the critical time. I want you scared to
death till I appear, and then you'll just need to chase up an attack of
hysterics or something, throw your heels around and yell blue murder,
and finish up by grabbing me around the neck, and fainting dead away
with happiness. The rest I'll see to. It's some situation for you,
but don't worry when the limelight leaves you in the dark and finds its
way to me. It's just the sort of thing you can find in any old dime
novel. The heroines always act that way, and the hero, too. When you
get back, start right in to think about every dime story you've ever
read. Remember all the things the heroines ever did, and then do 'em
all yourself. See? Guess that isn't as clear as it might be, but when
you've filtered it through that bright little head of yours it'll be
like spring water in a moss-grown mountain creek."
"Whatever will he say when he knows?" laughed the girl.
"Say? well, that's not an easy guess," retorted Gordon, with a
responsive laugh. "But, anyway, it's dead sure he'll think a heap
more. Say, there's just one thing more. When you come-to out of that
joyous faint, you got to leave us together for half an hour. Maybe
you'll have some sort of preparation to make, or something. Sort of
stagger out of the room supported by me, and if Hip-Lee attempts to
butt in during that half hour--kill him."
"You really want me to do--all this?" Hazel's laughing eyes were
raised questioningly.
"Everything, but--the killing."
"The fainting--really?"
"Sure." The man's eyes opened wide. "It's the picture. It's the
reality. It's the local color."
"Oh, dear!" laughed Hazel, as they rode up to the ranch house. "I
suppose I've got to do it."
"You will?"
Gordon flung himself out of the saddle. Hazel laughingly held out her
hand in assurance.
"My hand on it, Gordon, dear," she cried.
The man seized it in both of his. Then, regardless of what sharp eyes
might be peeping in their direction, he reached up, and, catching her
about the waist, drew her down towards him till her head was level with
his, and kissed her rapturously.
"Say, you're the greatest little woman on earth, and--I love you to
death."
Hazel hastily drew herself out of his strong arms, and, with flushed
face, straightened herself up in the saddle.
"And you are the greatest and most ridiculous creature ever let loose
to roam this world--and I--love you for it."
The man laughed. Hazel's laugh joined in.
"Then--to-night?"
Hazel nodded.
"Good-by, dear--till to-night."