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the man of the forest-第49部分
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〃I believe he did ask how you were something like that。〃
〃Humph! Nell; I don't always trust you。〃 After that she
relapsed into silence; read awhile; and dreamed awhile;
looking into the fire; and then she limped over to kiss
Helen good night and left the room。
Next day she was rather quiet; seeming upon the verge of one
of the dispirited spells she got infrequently。 Early in the
evening; just after the lights had been lit and she had
joined Helen in the sitting…room; a familiar step sounded on
the loose boards of the porch。
Helen went to the door to admit Carmichael。 He was
clean…shaven; dressed in his dark suit; which presented such
marked contrast from his riding…garb; and he wore a flower
in his buttonhole。 Nevertheless; despite all this style; he
seemed more than usually the cool; easy; careless cowboy。
〃Evenin'; Miss Helen;〃 he said; as he stalked in。 〃Evenin';
Miss Bo。 How are you…all?〃
Helen returned his greeting with a welcoming smile。
〃Good evening TOM;〃 said Bo; demurely。
That assuredly was the first time she had ever called him
Tom。 As she spoke she looked distractingly pretty and
tantalizing。 But if she had calculated to floor Carmichael
with the initial; half…promising; wholly mocking use of his
name she had reckoned without cause。 The cowboy received
that greeting as if he had heard her use it a thousand times
or had not heard it at all。 Helen decided if he was acting a
part he was certainly a clever actor。 He puzzled her
somewhat; but she liked his look; and his easy manner; and
the something about him that must have been his unconscious
sense of pride。 He had gone far enough; perhaps too far; in
his overtures to Bo。
〃How are you feelin'?〃 be asked。
〃I'm better to…day;〃 she replied; with downcast eyes。 〃But
I'm lame yet。〃
〃Reckon that bronc piled you up。 Miss Helen said there shore
wasn't any joke about the cut on your knee。 Now; a fellar's
knee is a bad place to hurt; if he has to keep on ridin'。〃
〃Oh; I'll be well soon。 How's Sam? I hope he wasn't
crippled。〃
〃Thet Sam why; he's so tough he never knowed he had a
fall。〃
〃Tom I I want to thank you for giving Riggs what he
deserved。〃
She spoke it earnestly; eloquently; and for once she had no
sly little intonation or pert allurement; such as was her
wont to use on this infatuated young man。
〃Aw; you heard about that;〃 replied Carmichael; with a wave
of his hand to make light of it。 〃Nothin' much。 It had to be
done。 An' shore I was afraid of Roy。 He'd been bad。 An' so
would any of the other boys。 I'm sorta lookin' out for all
of them; you know; actin' as Miss Helen's foreman now。〃
Helen was unutterably tickled。 The effect of his speech upon
Bo was stupendous。 He had disarmed her。 He had; with the
finesse and tact and suavity of a diplomat; removed himself
from obligation; and the detachment of self; the casual
thing be apparently made out of his magnificent
championship; was bewildering and humiliating to Bo。 She sat
silent for a moment or two while Helen tried to fit easily
into the conversation。 It was not likely that Bo would long
be at a loss for words; and also it was immensely probable
that with a flash of her wonderful spirit she would turn the
tables on her perverse lover in a twinkling。 Anyway; plain
it was that a lesson had sunk deep。 She looked startled;
hurt; wistful; and finally sweetly defiant。
〃But you told Riggs I was your girl!〃 Thus Bo unmasked
her battery。 And Helen could not imagine how Carmichael
would ever resist that and the soft; arch glance which
accompanied it。
Helen did not yet know the cowboy; any more than did Bo。
〃Shore。 I had to say thet。 I had to make it strong before
thet gang。 I reckon it was presumin' of me; an' I shore
apologize。〃
Bo stared at him; and then; giving a little gasp; she
drooped。
〃Wal; I just run in to say howdy an' to inquire after
you…all;〃 said Carmichael。 〃I'm goin' to the dance; an' as
Flo lives out of town a ways I'd shore better rustle。 。 。 。
Good night; Miss Bo; I hope you'll be ridin' Sam soon。 An'
good night; Miss Helen。〃
Bo roused to a very friendly and laconic little speech; much
overdone。 Carmichael strode out; and Helen; bidding him
good…by; closed the door after him。
The instant he had departed Bo's transformation was tragic。
〃Flo! He meant Flo Stubbs that ugly; cross…eyed; bold;
little frump!〃
〃Bo!〃 expostulated Helen。 〃The young lady is not beautiful;
I grant; but she's very nice and pleasant。 I liked her。〃
〃Nell Rayner; men are no good! And cowboys are the worst!〃
declared Bo; terribly。
〃Why didn't you appreciate Tom when you had him?〃 asked
Helen。
Bo had been growing furious; but now the allusion; in past
tense; to the conquest she had suddenly and amazingly found
dear quite broke her spirit。 It was a very pale; unsteady;
and miserable girl who avoided Helen's gaze and left the
room。
Next day Bo was not approachable from any direction。 Helen
found her a victim to a multiplicity of moods; ranging from
woe to dire; dark broodings; from them to' wistfulness; and
at last to a pride that sustained her。
Late in the afternoon; at Helen's leisure hour; when she and
Bo were in the sitting…room; horses tramped into the court
and footsteps mounted the porch。 Opening to a loud knock;
Helen was surprised to see Beasley。 And out in the court
were several mounted horsemen。 Helen's heart sank。 This
visit; indeed; had been foreshadowed。
〃Afternoon; Miss Rayner;〃 said Beasley; doffing his
sombrero。 〃I've called on a little business deal。 Will you
see me?〃
Helen acknowledged his greeting while she thought rapidly。
She might just as well see him and have that inevitable
interview done with。
〃Come in;〃 she said; and when he had entered she closed the
door。 〃My sister; Mr。 Beasley。〃
〃How d' you do; Miss?〃 said the rancher; in bluff; loud
voice。
Bo acknowledged the introduction with a frigid little bow。
At close range Beasley seemed a forceful personality as well
as a rather handsome man of perhaps thirty…five; heavy of
build; swarthy of skin; and sloe…black of eye; like that of
the Mexicans whose blood was reported to be in him。 He
looked crafty; confident; and self…centered。 If Helen had
never heard of him before that visit she would have
distrusted him。
〃I'd called sooner; but I was waitin' for old Jose; the
Mexican who herded for me when I was pardner to your uncle;〃
said Beasley; and he sat down to put his huge gloved hands
on his knees。
〃Yes?〃 queried Helen; interrogatively。
〃Jose rustled over from Magdalena; an' now I can back up my
claim。 。 。 。 Miss Rayner; this hyar ranch ought to be mine
an' is mine。 It wasn't so big or so well stocked when Al
Auchincloss beat me out of it。 I reckon I'll allow for thet。
I've papers; an' old Jose for witness。 An' I calculate
you'll pay me eighty thousand dollars; or else I'll take
over the ranch。〃
Beasley spoke in an ordinary; matter…of…fact tone that
certainly seemed sincere; and his manner was blunt; but
perfectly natural。
〃Mr。 Beasley; your claim is no news to me;〃 responded Helen;
quietly。 〃I've heard about it。 And I questioned my uncle。 He
swore on his death…bed that he did not owe you a dollar。
Indeed; he claimed the indebtedness was yours to him。 I
could find nothing in his papers; so I must repudiate your
claim。 I will not take it seriously。〃
〃Miss Rayner; I can't blame you for takin' Al's word against
mine;〃 said Beasley。 〃An' your stand is natural。 But you're
a stranger here an' you know nothin' of stock deals in these
ranges。 It ain't fair to speak bad of the dead; but the
truth is thet Al Auchincloss got his start by stealin' sheep
an' unbranded cattle。 Thet was the start of every rancher I
know。 It was mine。 An' we none of us ever thought of it as
rustlin'。〃
Helen could only stare her surprise and doubt at this
statement。
〃Talk's cheap anywhere; an' in the West talk ain't much at
all;〃 continued Beasley。 〃I'm no talker。 I jest want to tell
my case an' make a deal if you'll have it。 I can prove more
in black an' white; an' with witness; than you can。 Thet's
my case。 The deal I'd make is this。 。 。 。 Let's marry an'
settle a bad deal thet way。〃
The man's direct assumption; absolutely without a qualifying
consideration for her woman's attitude; was amazing;
ignorant; and base; but Helen was so well prepared for it
that she hid her disgust。
〃Thank you; Mr。 Beasley; but I can't accept your offer;〃 she
replied。
〃Would you take time an' consider?〃 he asked; spreading wide
his huge gloved hands。
〃Absolutely no。〃
Beasley rose to his feet。 He showed no disappointment or
chagrin; but the bold pleasantness left his face; and;
slight as that change was; it stripped him of the only
redeeming quality he showed。
〃Thet means I'll force you to pay me the eighty thousand or
put you off;〃 he said。
〃Mr。 Beasley; even if I owed you that; how could I raise so
enormous a sum? I don't owe it。 And I certainly won't be put
off my property。 You can't put me off。〃
〃An' why can't I' he demanded; with lowering; dark gaze。
〃Because your clai
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