The Padre watched the steam rising from the kettle with moody eyes. The youngster was tempting him sorely. He knew Buck’s determination, his blind loyalty. He felt that herein lay his own real danger. Yes, to bolt again, as he had done that time before, would be an easy way out. But its selfishness was too obvious. He could not do it. To do so would be to drag them in his train of disaster, to blight their lives and leave them under the grinding shadow of the law.
No, it could not be.
“Looked at from the way you look at it, there is right enough in what you say, boy,” he said kindly. “But you can’t look at civilized life as these mountains teach you to look at things. When the sheriff comes I yield to arrest, and I trust in God to help us all. My mind is made up.”
For some moments Buck stared down at the sturdy friend who had taken the place of his dead father. His eyes softened, and their fire died out. But there was no rescinding of his desperate decision. He was thinking of what it would mean, the thought of this white-haired man in the hands of the executioner. He was thinking of the kindly heart beating within that stalwart bosom. He was thinking of the wonderful, thoughtful kindness for others which was always the motive of his life. And a deep-throated curse rose to his lips. But it found no utterance. It could not in that presence.
“An’ my mind’s made up,” he jerked out at last, with concentrated force. Then he added with an abrupt softening, “Let’s eat, Padre. I was forgettin’. Mebbe you’re hungry some.”
CHAPTER XXXI
THE JOY OF BEASLEY
An unusual number of horses were tethered at the posts outside Beasley’s saloon, and, a still more unusual thing, their owners, for the most part, were not in their usual places within the building. Most of them were lounging on the veranda in various attitudes best calculated to rest them from the effects of the overpowering heat of the day. Beasley was lounging with them. For once he seemed to have weakened in his restless energy, or found something of greater interest than that of netting questionable gains.