“I’m afeared to be alone!” said the Virginian’s voice presently in the
next room. “I’m afeared.” There was a short pause, and then he shouted
very loud, “I’m losin’ my desire afteh the sincere milk of the Word!”
“What? What’s that? What?” The Doctor’s cot gave a great crack as he
started up listening, and I put my face deep in the pillow.
“I’m afeared! I’m afeared! Sin has quit being bitter in my belly.”
“Courage, my good man.” The Doctor was out of bed with his lamp again,
and the door shut behind him. Between them they made it long this time.
I saw the window become gray; then the corners of the furniture grow
visible; and outside, the dry chorus of the blackbirds began to fill the
dawn. To these the sounds of chickens and impatient hoofs in the stable
were added, and some cow wandered by loudly calling for her calf. Next,
some one whistling passed near and grew distant. But although the cold
hue that I lay staring at through the window warmed and changed, the
Doctor continued working hard over his patient in the next room. Only a
word here and there was distinct; but it was plain from the Virginian’s
fewer remarks that the sin in his belly was alarming him less. Yes, they
made this time long. But it proved, indeed, the last one. And though
some sort of catastrophe was bound to fall upon us, it was myself who
precipitated the thing that did happen.
Day was wholly come. I looked at my own watch, and it was six. I had
been about seven hours in my bed, and the Doctor had been about seven
hours out of his. The door opened, and he came in with his book and
lamp. He seemed to be shivering a little, and I saw him cast a longing
eye at his couch. But the Virginian followed him even as he blew out
the now quite superfluous light. They made a noticeable couple in their
underclothes: the Virginian with his lean racehorse shanks running to
a point at his ankle, and the Doctor with his stomach and his fat
sedentary calves.
“You’ll be going to breakfast and the ladies, seh, pretty soon,” said
the Virginian, with a chastened voice. “But I’ll worry through the day
somehow without yu’. And to-night you can turn your wolf loose on me
again.”
Once more it was no use. My face was deep in the pillow, but I made
sounds as of a hen who has laid an egg. It broke on the Doctor with a
total instantaneous smash, quite like an egg.
He tried to speak calmly. “This is a disgrace. An infamous disgrace.
Never in my life have I--” Words forsook him, and his face grew redder.
“Never in my life--” He stopped again, because, at the sight of him
being dignified in his red drawers, I was making the noise of a dozen
hens. It was suddenly too much for the Virginian. He hastened into his
room, and there sank on the floor with his head in his hands. The Doctor
immediately slammed the door upon him, and this rendered me easily fit
for a lunatic asylum. I cried into my pillow, and wondered if the Doctor
would come and kill me. But he took no notice of me whatever. I could
hear the Virginian’s convulsions through the door, and also the Doctor
furiously making his toilet within three feet of my head; and I lay
quite still with my face the other way, for I was really afraid to look
at him. When I heard him walk to the door in his boots, I ventured to
peep; and there he was, going out with his bag in his hand. As I still
continued to lie, weak and sore, and with a mind that had ceased all
operation, the Virginian’s door opened. He was clean and dressed and
decent, but the devil still sported in his eye. I have never seen a
creature more irresistibly handsome.
Then my mind worked again. “You’ve gone and done it,” said I. “He’s
packed his valise. He’ll not sleep here.”
The Virginian looked quickly out of the door. “Why, he’s leavin’ us!” he
exclaimed. “Drivin’ away right now in his little old buggy!” He turned
to me, and our eyes met solemnly over this large fact. I thought that
I perceived the faintest tincture of dismay in the features of Judge
Henry’s new, responsible, trusty foreman. This was the first act of his
administration. Once again he looked out at the departing missionary.
“Well,” he vindictively stated, “I cert’nly ain’t goin’ to run afteh
him.” And he looked at me again.
“Do you suppose the Judge knows?” I inquired.
He shook his head. “The windo’ shades is all down still oveh yondeh.”
He paused. “I don’t care,” he stated, quite as if he had been ten years
old. Then he grinned guiltily. “I was mighty respectful to him all
night.”
“Oh, yes, respectful! Especially when you invited him to turn his wolf
loose.”
The Virginian gave a joyous gulp. He now came and sat down on the edge
of my bed. “I spoke awful good English to him most of the time,” said
he. “I can, yu’ know, when I cinch my attention tight on to it. Yes,
I cert’nly spoke a lot o’ good English. I didn’t understand some of it
myself!”
He was now growing frankly pleased with his exploit. He had builded so
much better than he knew. He got up and looked out across the crystal
world of light. “The Doctor is at one-mile crossing,” he said. “He’ll
get breakfast at the N-lazy-Y.” Then he returned and sat again on my
bed, and began to give me his real heart. “I never set up for being
better than others. Not even to myself. My thoughts ain’t apt to travel
around making comparisons. And I shouldn’t wonder if my memory took
as much notice of the meannesses I have done as of--as of the other
actions. But to have to sit like a dumb lamb and let a stranger tell yu’
for an hour that yu’re a hawg and a swine, just after you have acted in
a way which them that know the facts would call pretty near white--”
“Trampas!” I could not help exclaiming.
For there are moments of insight when a guess amounts to knowledge.
“Has Scipio told--”
“No. Not a word. He wouldn’t tell me.”
“Well, yu’ see, I arrived home hyeh this evenin’ with several thoughts
workin’ and stirrin’ inside me. And not one o’ them thoughts was what
yu’d call Christian. I ain’t the least little bit ashamed of ’em. I’m a
human. But after the Judge--well, yu’ heard him. And so when I went away
from that talk and saw how positions was changed--”
A step outside stopped him short. Nothing more could be read in his
face, for there was Trampas himself in the open door.
“Good morning,” said Trampas, not looking at us. He spoke with the same
cool sullenness of yesterday.
We returned his greeting.
“I believe I’m late in congratulating you on your promotion,” said he.
The Virginian consulted his watch. “It’s only half afteh six,” he
returned.
Trampas’s sullenness deepened. “Any man is to be congratulated on
getting a rise, I expect.”
This time the Virginian let him have it. “Cert’nly. And I ain’t
forgetting how much I owe mine to you.”
Trampas would have liked to let himself go. “I’ve not come here for any
forgiveness,” he sneered.
“When did yu’ feel yu’ needed any?” The Virginian was impregnable.
Trampas seemed to feel how little he was gaining this way. He came out
straight now. “Oh, I haven’t any Judge behind me, I know. I heard you’d
be paying the boys this morning, and I’ve come for my time.”
“You’re thinking of leaving us?” asked the new foreman. “What’s your
dissatisfaction?”
“Oh, I’m not needing anybody back of me. I’ll get along by myself.” It
was thus he revealed his expectation of being dismissed by his enemy.
This would have knocked any meditated generosity out of my heart. But
I was not the Virginian. He shifted his legs, leaned back a little, and
laughed. “Go back to your job, Trampas, if that’s all your complaint.
You’re right about me being in luck. But maybe there’s two of us in
luck.”
It was this that Scipio had preferred me to see with my own eyes. The
fight was between man and man no longer. The case could not be one of
forgiveness; but the Virginian would not use his official position to
crush his subordinate.
Trampas departed with something muttered that I did not hear, and the
Virginian closed intimate conversation by saying, “You’ll be late for
breakfast.” With that he also took himself away.
The ladies were inclined to be scandalized, but not the Judge. When my
whole story was done, he brought his fist down on the table, and not
lightly this time. “I’d make him lieutenant general if the ranch offered
that position!” he declared.
Miss Molly Wood said nothing at the time. But in the afternoon, by her
wish, she went fishing, with the Virginian deputed to escort her. I
rode with them, for a while. I was not going to continue a third in that
party; the Virginian was too becomingly dressed, and I saw KENILWORTH
peeping out of his pocket. I meant to be fishing by myself when that
volume was returned.
But Miss Wood talked with skilful openness as we rode. “I’ve heard all
about you and Dr. MacBride,” she said. “How could you do it, when the
Judge places such confidence in you?”
He looked pleased. “I reckon,” he said, “I couldn’t be so good if I
wasn’t bad onced in a while.”
“Why, there’s a skunk,” said I, noticing the pretty little animal
trotting in front of us at the edge of the thickets.
“Oh, where is it? Don’t let me see it!” screamed Molly. And at this
deeply feminine remark, the Virginian looked at her with such a smile
that, had I been a woman, it would have made me his to do what he
pleased with on the spot.
Upon the lady, however, it seemed to make less impression. Or rather, I
had better say, whatever were her feelings, she very naturally made no
display of them, and contrived not to be aware of that expression which
had passed over the Virginian’s face.
It was later that these few words reached me while I was fishing alone:
“Have you anything different to tell me yet?” I heard him say.
“Yes; I have.” She spoke in accents light and well intrenched. “I wish
to say that I have never liked any man better than you. But I expect
to!”
He must have drawn small comfort from such an answer as that. But he
laughed out indomitably: “Don’t yu’ go betting on any such expectation!”
And then their words ceased to be distinct, and it was only their two
voices that I heard wandering among the windings of the stream.