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Closer in beneath the bank over which she looked men were piling rocks on the spongy area, as they had been for weeks as they were a year ago under O'Connor as they might be forever, unless luck favoured her father. To the inexperienced eye the scene was ceaseless activity, but Tressa had long since learned the skill with which the bohunk conceals his laziness.
Then the trestle faded completely from his mind. Tressa where was she? "Stay here," he ordered, rushing to the door. "I'll bring the Police." Like a toy he lifted the speeder about, and with a heave of powerful legs sent it away to a flying start. But Torrance's reaction had carried him too far just too far. Tressa was safe.
The accidents happened to be convenient to Sandy and me. If a bohunk or two dropped out of the way now, d'ye think I'd try to fix it on you? I think too much of you, Adrian, my lad." Tressa came round the table and pressed them into their favourite chairs. In Conrad's hand she thrust a lurid-backed novel.
"Good Lord!" "Me spik English, too," murmured the squaw sweetly. "Well, I'm bunco'ed!" Torrance rolled his eyes helplessly. "Take a hand, Tressa. Fancy meeting a family of redskins a thousand miles from nowhere and asking what make o' car they use!" "Both spik English," said the Indian without a smile. Torrance groaned. "Can you smile in English? This is getting on my nerves."
The tang of the northern evening drifted through the open door of the shack, within which the contractor lounged in his big arm chair, smoking hard but thinking harder. Near the table, bending to let the full light from window and door fall on her work, Tressa stitched at a rip in a disreputable old vest of her father's.
Tressa had skipped about the packing with happy songs, for they were going East to civilisation. Then Torrance had gone to take a last look at O'Connor's progress, and O'Connor had turned haggard eyes on his friend and bent his head over his arms and wept. The quicksands were beating him.
Broke 'em myself, so I ought to know." "Daddy!" "Maybe not quite broke 'em," corrected Torrance easily, "but they nearly broke me. Picked 'em from a bunch of the finest animals ever came off a ranch " "Daddy!" "That was a fine lot, Tressa and those two were the best of the bunch." "How much?" The Indian's face was expressionless. The contractor blinked. "You don't want to buy?
His head turned slowly about in a half circle, not toward the crowd below but out over the green forest and up into the brightening sky. Then he leaned out and peered at the shack. Moving back in the arc, his eyes rested on Tressa supporting her father's head, though a false step meant certain death.
Helen, with wet cheeks, was bathing the white face of the contractor. Tressa, searching Helen's eyes for hope, saw it vanish in those tears. With a crooning cry she sank beside the couch and lifted her father's head in her arms. "Daddy! Daddy, speak to me!" But the face was the face of the dead.
Almost together the two men jerked their heads up to listen; Tressa felt their arms tighten about her. Through the darkness they strained down the track to the east, their hearts thudding almost audibly. The sound swelled swept toward them out of the night. Swiftly it grew to dominate the darkness, echoing through the forest. It became a roar.
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