“Oh,” she said, and drooped her head.
“If we could pay for what we’ve done by just being sorry,” he went on with a ghost of a smile, “we wouldn’t be where we are. But you know we can’t, Virginia. I’m sorry for some things myself, and I expect to pay for them, but I can’t stop to do it now.”
“But will you go for him–sometime?” she asked, smiling wistfully. “Then–oh, Wiley; why can’t we be friends?” She held out her hands and he 230rose up and took them, but with a startled look in his eyes. “You know that I’m sorry,” she said, “and I’m willing to pay, too; if there’s anything that I can do. Can’t I help you, Wiley? Isn’t there something I can do to help you pay for your mine? And I’ll never oppose you again–if you’ll only go and find my father!”
She raised his hands and put them against her cheek and the quick tears sprang to his eyes.
“I’ll do it,” he promised, “just the minute I can go. And–I’ll try to be good to you, Virginia. Won’t you give me a kiss, just to show it’s all right? I’m sorry I treated you so rough. But it’ll be all right now and we’ll try to be friends again–I wasn’t writing to any other girl.”
“Oh, weren’t you?” she smiled. “Well, I’ll kiss you, then–just once. But somehow, I’m afraid it won’t last.”
231CHAPTER XXVI
The Call
The long quarrel was over, they had made up–and kissed–and yet to Wiley it all seemed unreal. That is, all but the kiss. It was that, perhaps, which made the rest seem unreal, for it had changed the color of his life. Before, he had thought in terms of hard fact, but the kiss put a rainbow in the sky. It roused a great hope, a joy, an ecstasy, a sense of well-wishing for mankind; and yet it was only he who had changed. The world was the same; Samuel Blount was the same; and the miners, and Stiff Neck George. They were all there together in a rough-and-tumble fight to see who would get the Paymaster Mine and, even with the madness of her kiss in his soul, he pressed on towards the one, fixed goal.
He had set out to win the Paymaster and win it he would if he had to shoot his way to victory. For Stiff Neck George, like a watchful coyote, had taken up his post on the hill; and from that sign alone Wiley knew that Blount had changed his tactics and appealed to the court of last resort. His attachments had failed, his injunction suit had failed, and his cheap attempt to cut off Wiley’s 232checks. The money had come, promptly forwarded by the Express Company with a note of apology from the buyer, and it lay now in Wiley’s office safe. All that was left to do was to send it to Blount and get back the deed to the property. Three days remained before the bond and lease expired, but that was not a day too much. The question was–who to send? Wiley thought the matter over, glanced at George up on the hill, and sent a note down to Virginia.