RIVAL ISSUES.
A mile from Barellan homestead, and running through a patch of scrub,
there was a long, level stretch of land, so smooth of surface and so
free from timber that it was almost as if it had been purposely cleared
and levelled to afford a track for a gallop. The scrub was dense on
either side, the undergrowth of shrubs and bushes reaching up to the
lower branches of the big trees, and forming a thick wall of vegetation,
which made the track a closed-in avenue, silent, save for the scream of
cockatoos and parrots as they flew from side to side, and shady. Ailleen
had chanced upon it during the first few weeks of her residence at
Barellan, and since she had discovered it she had gone there daily for a
ride through the quiet, still coolness of the bush. At first it had been
an outlet for the grief she felt, and which did not diminish by being
kept to herself. Her horse, the companion of many an hour while she
lived at the school cottage, was doubly a companion on such an occasion;
and, with the reins hanging loose on his neck, he carried her through
the bush till the rush of the wind past her ears, the scent of the
eucalypt in her nostrils, and the bright gleam of the sunshine all
around, drove from her mind the gloomy memories which weighed upon it.
Always had she gone alone, persistently declining Dickson's offers to
accompany her until he had ceased to make them, and always riding to
that one long stretch of level land, a gallop over which was as a tonic
to her mind and body. It was there she sought consolation for the hurt
which had come to her by the continued absence of Tony. Without
suspecting that he had taken offence at her action when she had waved
him to keep quiet, she was surprised to see him ride off, but expected
that he would come out to the station again the next day. As the days
went by and there was no sign of him, she began to wonder. Then Dickson
told her that he had heard Tony had gone back to the diggings, and she
attributed his not returning to the station to that cause.
Later there came words of the gathering of the diggers at Birralong, and
Dickson, who was often away, at the township, he said, brought word of
Tony's return. Then Ailleen expected and hoped to see him again, but she
only heard of him through Dickson, only heard of him under conditions
which made her resentful. Not only had Tony apparently forgotten her,
but Nellie Murray also had done so. She happened to remark to Dickson on
one occasion how curious it was that Nellie had not been over to the
station.
"Oh, I don't know," he answered, with what struck her as uneasiness in
his voice and manner. "Why should she come?"
"Why?" she repeated. "Why, to see me, of course. I have not seen her
since--since----"
"Oh, she's all right," he put in, as she hesitated. "At least, I suppose
so. How should I know? Tony could tell you more about that than I can."
"Tony?" she asked quickly.
He stood looking at her with the uneasy grin which usually came to his
face when he was uncertain.
"What do you mean? Tony could tell me more----"
"Oh, I don't know," he interrupted. "I thought you'd have known--it's
all over the place, and the township's full of it--how Tony and Nellie
have fixed things up. Whenever he comes in from the diggings he goes
straight to the Murrays first."
It had been in his mind for some time that before he could prosecute his
own suit with Ailleen he would have to do something to overthrow--and
make certain that he had overthrown--the supremacy of Tony. Here was the
chance to do so, and as she listened he was taking full advantage of the
opportunity to say as much as he could which was likely to rankle in
Ailleen's memory against Tony. It was his very anxiety to do as much as
possible which defeated him. The uneasy grin, the gleam in the watery,
shifty eyes, and the haste he made to blurt out what he had previously
kept so secret, roused the anger of the girl against him instead of
against his absent rival.
"That's a lie!" she exclaimed, as she looked at him with eyes that were
dangerously bright.
"I only told you--you need not believe it. Go and ask in the township,"
he replied lamely, his eyes avoiding hers.
She turned away from him at the moment, full of resentment and anger. An
hour later, when her indignation had had time to calm somewhat, she came
back to where she had left him on the verandah, and found that he had
ridden away towards the township road soon after she had left him. It
occurred to her then that if she were also to ride into Birralong she
would be able to hear what was said about Tony and Nellie, for now that
the first flush of anger had passed away, Ailleen was beginning to feel
something akin to jealousy. She had her horse saddled and bridled, and
was away, with the intention of riding direct to the Murrays and
learning the real state of affairs. Less than a quarter of a mile from
the station she reined in her horse. Why should she bother about it? she
asked herself angrily. Was she going to make herself the laughing-stock
of the place? Was she going to show to all Birralong the truth of her
feelings for Tony? Before she could even answer her own questions, she
wheeled her horse round, and set him at a gallop for the long, open
stretch of land between the belts of scrub.
The track turned suddenly as it came into the long, straight lane, and
the horse gathered itself in its stride as its swung round the bend,
leaping forward again into its full stride as it faced the clear run.
And as it came round, Ailleen saw, half hidden by the scrub, Willy
Dickson standing beside his horse, and the figure of a girl disappearing
behind the bushes. She had ridden past the spot before she could pull
in her horse, but as soon as she could check him, she rode back to where
Dickson was standing. As she approached, he stepped out into the open
and came to meet her.
"Where has Nellie gone?" Ailleen exclaimed, as she came up.
"Nellie?" he repeated, his watery eyes blinking and shifting. "Nellie
who?"
She looked at him for a moment, and then sprang from the saddle. Leaving
her horse with the bridle hanging loose on his neck, she stepped towards
the belt of scrub behind which she had seen the figure of the girl
disappearing. Dickson, his face changing colour and his eyes flickering
and quivering, interposed before her.
"There are snakes in the scrub. You get back. They might hurt you," he
said abruptly. "And besides----" he added, and paused.
Ailleen stood in front of him, straight and erect, and with a glance
fixed upon him which made him keep his eyes looking anywhere rather than
into hers.
"Willy Dickson, that's a lie!" she exclaimed. "It's not the first you've
told me, though you're mistaken if you think I have believed them. Was
that Nellie Murray or was it not?"
He blinked uneasily, but neither answered nor moved.
"Then I'll see for myself," she said, as she tried to push past him.
He put out his arm to stop her, and she brushed against it. With the
other hand he caught hold of her arm. A slight switch was in her hand,
and as she felt his clasp, she swung her arm round and cut at him. At
the same moment from among the bushes behind him she saw Nellie Murray
come out.
"We don't interfere with you, Ailleen, and I don't see what you want
interfering with us," she said, as she came nearer, Dickson as rapidly
slinking to one side.
"Nellie!" the other girl exclaimed.
"Oh yes, I know," Nellie retorted. "I know. It's me, I suppose, who is
interfering with you, now I've found out where you're always coming for
rides? But you just understand this. Willy Dickson is going to marry me,
or I'll know why, and so will Bobby and father. The sooner you get out
of Barellan and leave other girls' fellows alone the better."
Ailleen, staring in astonishment at Nellie's face, could only again
exclaim--
"Nellie!"
"Don't 'Nellie' me," the other retorted. "I know all about it. I made
him tell me what it all meant. You fancy you can do what you like with
him, but I'm boss in this act. He's got to do as I tell him, or else I
go and tell his mother something that'll make him sit up. If you fancy
you're going to cut me out, you've got to learn something. I've had
about enough of this, I can tell you. Don't stand staring at me like a
bandicoot; he's told me the way you've been trying to make mischief, and
I tell you this, if you think----"
Ailleen, losing her surprise at the girl's manner under the flash of
anger which came to her when she understood Nellie's reference, swung
round to where Dickson was standing.
"Willy Dickson, what other lies have you been telling?" she cried.
"Oh, don't think you're going to get out of it that way," Nellie
exclaimed. "You'll----"
The look Ailleen turned upon her silenced her.
"I don't know what you mean, Nellie," she said quietly. "I wondered why
you never came out to see me--I understand now. I don't think I need say
any more."
She turned away and went to where her horse was standing, and, mounting
it, rode away back to Barellan without looking again where Nellie and
Dickson stood.
As she went out of sight round the bend in the track, Dickson turned
savagely on his companion.
"You fool!" he said. "You've done a fine thing now."
"I don't care," the girl answered sullenly.
"Don't you? Well, I'll make you."
"No, you won't," she said. "I'd have told her everything if she'd waited
another minute. Then----"
"Then you'll say good-bye to your chance," he interrupted.
"I don't care," she repeated, in the same sullen tone. "I can tell Bobby
and father, and--and Bobby'll kill you. He hates you enough."
He had no answer ready, and she went on.
"I know it's lies you told. You always told me lies--always. Only when I
saw her come here it made me mad, and I wanted to hurt her first and
you afterwards. I didn't care for hurting you so much so long as I hurt
her. Now I know it was all lies you told me. She isn't after you; she
wouldn't look at you. But you're after her, wanting to tell her all the
lies you told me, and make her believe all the lies you did me, and she
won't--she won't--and that's why I hate her. I believed them, and she
won't. I believed you, and now--now you think you'll throw me over to
take her on--and she won't--and I hate her for it, for she'll never be
like me."
The girl stood with her mouth drawn and hard and her gleaming eyes
staring at the ground.
"Don't be a fool," he mumbled, and the sound of his voice roused her.
"You remember what I told you," she said, as she looked at him quickly.
"You told me lies, and I believed them; but if she does the same, I'll
kill you before she gets you. It would hurt her more to kill you then,
and I'll do it."
"Don't be a fool," he repeated.
"I'm not a fool; I was one, but I'm not now," she went on. "I'm going to
tell your mother, and Bobby, and father, and--and her; and then, if you
don't do what you promised----"
"What's the use of talking like that?" he interrupted, in a half-whining
voice. "Don't I tell you I will as soon as ever I get this other
business off? It's bound to come right in six months or so--Barber said
so before he went away--and then I can buy my own station, because the
old woman's bound to get shirty if I won't have the other girl--she's
been on it already, don't I tell you? You just wait. It'll only be six
months more."
"That'll be too late," the girl answered, with all the sullenness in her
voice again and her mouth growing hard once more.
"No, it won't; and besides, Barber may have it fixed up before then. He
said not more than six months, and that it was a sure pile for me if no
one knew anything about it. You heard him that night by Slaughter's."
"I don't believe him," Nellie replied. "He's fooling you just as he is
the others."
"Well, Bobby was pleased enough to go when he suggested it, anyhow,"
Dickson said.
"Yes; and if Bobby was here now----"
"But, look here, they'll be wondering where you are," Dickson
interrupted. "You'll have to ride right round by the boundary now----"
"I shan't come any more," the girl exclaimed. "Not till--till after. I
know you told lies, and if you don't come to me before then, I'll know
sure; and then"--she looked him straight in the face, with an ugly gleam
and flash in her dark eyes that held his like a snake's holds a
bird's--"then I'll come, and--and--then I'll come for you. I came here
to tell you that. It's your last chance. You men don't know what women
are. There are some things you can't understand."
"Don't be a fool," he said once more, as he held out his arms and
touched her.
She stepped back with her mouth hardening and the gleam still in her
eyes.
"No, that's finished," she said. "I know you now--I hate you now--and
I'm going to hurt you just where I can--most."
He laughed uneasily, and looked away for a moment from the fascination
of the gleaming eyes, and as though it was he who had broken the spell,
the girl's face changed. With the exception of the eyes all her features
had been passive up to that moment, but then it was as though a
reservoir of passion had suddenly broken out and flooded over her face.
He gave one scared look at it and stepped back from her.
"Where I can hurt you--most," she repeated in a voice that quivered.
He edged away towards his horse and heard her push through the bushes to
hers. Then he heard the bushes crash as the horse charged through them,
and, turning, he saw her riding at a full gallop away down the straight
stretch of the open.
He mounted his own horse and rode slowly back to the station, striving
to form some plan in his mind by which he could explain matters to
Ailleen, or at least prevent her from telling his mother of what had
transpired. When he arrived at the house, he found Ailleen sitting alone
on the verandah.
"Funny how Nellie rode over to-day, just as you were talking about her,
wasn't it?" he asked, as he came up beside her.
Ailleen looked at him without answering, and, with his glance averted,
he went on--
"I think she's a bit gone, don't you? Fancy her talking like she did. I
thought you----"
"Look here," Ailleen exclaimed quickly, "Nellie and I have been friends
since we were children, and I'm not going to hear you run her down. The
less you say the better."
He was taken aback at her words and manner, and stood, shifting uneasily
from one foot to the other and with his eyes moving restlessly from side
to side. He had made up his mind on his ride home that Ailleen had
ridden away in anger, and that the first thing she would wish for would
be an opportunity to abuse Nellie. It was quite inexplicable to him that
she should defend instead of attack her.
Ailleen looked at him steadily for a while, watching his confusion and
discomfiture, and feeling more and more angry with herself for having,
earlier in the day, allowed his words to have even a passing effect upon
her.
"Look here," she repeated, yielding to a sudden impulse which came upon
her to talk seriously to him, "I heard quite enough from Nellie to
understand. Are you going to tell your mother what you have done?"
She waited until he answered, in an indistinct mumble, that he did not
know.
"Very well, then, I do," she retorted. "If you don't, I shall."
"But I say----" he began, and hesitated. He had always had a certain
amount of fear for her when he was near her--a fear which changed into a
covetous admiration when he was away from her; but the present attitude
she adopted towards him accentuated that fear until he knew no other
sentiment.
"Well?" she said, as he stopped.
"It'll be all right," he said in a cringing tone. "You'll only make
things worse by interfering. It's not your business. If Nellie and I
like to have a quarrel, we can make it up our own way. We don't----"
"If you think you can make me believe a story like that, you are very
much mistaken," she interrupted quickly. "I heard quite enough----"
"You didn't hear everything," he interposed quickly; for an idea came to
him--if Mrs. Dickson had to hear the tale she should hear it from him,
with certain little embellishments and figurative allusions, which would
effectually destroy any chance Ailleen might have of making capital out
of the episode.
"I heard quite enough," she answered.
"No, you didn't," he retorted, growing desperate lest his mother,
hearing their voices, should suddenly come out on to the verandah and
learn what they were talking about before he had time to put his side of
the story to her. "If you had you would have known I tried and tried to
get Nellie to come in so that I could tell the old woman about it, only
she wouldn't, and that's why we quarrelled. Now I don't care, so I'll
tell the old woman all about it. There'll be a bigger row with Nellie
when she comes to know, but I don't care. It'll be your doing, not
mine."
He didn't give her time to answer, but turned away and left her,
proceeding at once to Mrs. Dickson and telling her--his story.
When, some time afterwards, the blind woman came out to the verandah,
Ailleen began to carry out her intention.
"Mrs. Dickson, I'm going to tell you something," she began. "I hope it
won't seem----"
"Is it about Nellie Murray?" the blind woman asked, with a smile on her
face.
"Yes," Ailleen answered. "About Nellie Murray and----"
"I know. Willy has told me already. Don't worry about that, my dear. I
understand, and I'll just tell you this, and then we'll say no more
about it for the present--I am very pleased to hear it."
Ailleen looked at her in surprise.
"Pleased, Mrs. Dickson?" she asked.
"Yes, my dear, very, very pleased, and I quite understand how you look
at it; and now let us say no more about it, till--well, till the proper
time comes."
The girl sat still, looking at the staring, sightless eyes and the
smiling, happy face of her companion, unable to understand; while round
a convenient corner, Dickson stood with the crafty grin on his face as
he overheard the conversation.