I told him, and his disgust was amusing to see. “Going to Oxford may be all right for the classics,” he growled, “but it’s destructive to gumption.”
We rode into camp a pretty gloomy crowd, and those of the party waiting for us there were not much better; but when Lord Ralles dismounted and showed up in his substitute for trousers there was a general shout of laughter. Even Miss Cullen had to laugh for a moment. And as his lordship bolted for his tent, I said to myself, “Honors are easy.”
I told the sheriff that I had recovered the lost property, but did not think any arrests necessary as yet; and, as he was the agent of the K. & A. at Flagstaff, he didn’t question my opinion. I ordered the stage out, and told Tolfree to give us a feed before we started, but a more silent meal I never sat down to, and I noticed that Miss Cullen didn’t eat anything, while the tragic look on her face was so pathetic as nearly to drive me frantic.
We started a little after five, and were clear of the timber before it was too dark to see. At the relay station we waited an hour for the moon, after which it was a clear track. We reached the half-way ranch about eleven, and while changing the stage horses I roused Mrs. Klostermeyer, and succeeded in getting enough cold mutton and bread to make two rather decent-looking sandwiches. With these and a glass of whiskey and water I went to the stage, to find Miss Cullen curled up on the seat asleep, her head resting in her brother’s arms.
“She has nearly worried herself to death ever since you told her that road agents were hung,” Frederic whispered; “and she’s been crying to-night over that lie she told you, and altogether she’s worn out with travel and excitement.”
I screwed the cover on the travelling-glass, and put it with the sandwiches in the bottom of the stage. “It’s a long and a rough ride,” I said, “and if she wakes up they may give her a little strength. I only wish I could have spared her the fatigue and anxiety.”
“She thought she had to lie for father’s sake, but she’s nearly broken-hearted over it,” he continued.
I looked Frederic in the face as I said, “I honor her for it,” and in that moment he and I became friends.
“Just see how pretty she is!” he whispered, with evident affection and pride, turning back the flap of the rug in which she was wrapped.
She was breathing gently, and there was just that touch of weariness and sadness in her face that would appeal to any man. It made me gulp, I’m proud to say; and when I was back on my pony, I said to myself, “For her sake, I’ll pull the Cullens out of this scrape, if it costs me my position.”