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What Mat told me last night when we were watching the moon rise?" Eloise asked. "That Rex and Mat are going to be married to-morrow evening at early candle-lighting 'early mosquito-biting, Bev calls it. Rex has loved Mat since the day when he joined our little wagon-train out of a foolish sort of notion that he could protect us children, otherwise his life was useless to him.
You've been so kind and helped me, but do you really begin to care?" "Care? Who could help caring, if it is true? I've been reading some of the tales of cures in your magazine. If those people tell the truth" "Why, cousin Eloise!" The child's shocked eyes recalled the girl's self-centred thoughts. "I beg your pardon, dear. It was rude to say that. I'm not ill, Jewel.
She found the rest waiting for her, for they had heard the shot, and had seen her with Charlie. "Is Wild all right?" Dart asked, anxiously. "Yes, for a while, anyhow," was the reply as Anna and Eloise both tried to embrace her at one time. She quickly let them know the situation, and then she turned her attention to the spot where Charlie was in waiting for the outlaws to show themselves.
My guess is the fellow is back at Yellow Banks before now. Forget it, Eloise, while we eat. Then a few hours' sleep will restore your nerves; you are all worn out." We had nearly completed the meal, seated around what remained of the shattered table. I do not recall what we conversed about, if indeed we conversed at all.
"I should like you to come with me into my study, Jewel, for a few minutes." The child's face brightened, and she left the table with alacrity. Mr. Evringham stood back to allow his guests to pass out. They went on to the drawing-room, where Mrs. Evringham's self-restraint was loosed. "The plot thickens, Eloise!" she said. "And we are not going away," returned the girl.
Eloise had sent for her, and while telling the story of deception and wrong which had been practised so long, and to which the mother listened with streaming eyes, she had said, "But it makes no difference with us. You are mine just the same, and wherever I live in the future, you are to live, too, if you will." Mrs.
"Good-bye, Eloise," I whispered, and, sweeping aside the heavy folds of curtain, vanished from her sight. A slight radiance found passage through the coarsely woven curtain, proving sufficient, as my eyes became more accustomed to the gloom, to reveal, rude steps excavated from the earth, leading down into lower darkness.
I wondered, as I sat here to-night, what trail would open for me when Beverly and Eloise should meet again, as lovers must meet some time. We had not once spoken her name between us, Bev and I, in all the days and nights since we had been in service on the plains. As I sat lonely, musing vaguely of a score of things that all ran back to one fair face, Beverly dropped down beside me.
"But what we must do is this: Twenty miles south on the San Christobal Arroyo there is a lonely ranch-house on the old Narveo estate, a forgotten place, but it is a veritable fort, built a hundred years ago, when every house here was a fort. To-morrow at daybreak you must start with Eloise and Sister Anita down there. I will see Father Josef later and tell him where I have sent you.
Anna Belle, who always gave unwinking attention to the lesson, was in Jewel's lap, and the child twisted out the in-turning morocco foot as she spoke. "Why, I'd know that one thought of God couldn't be afraid of another," she replied in the conclusive tone to which Eloise could never grow accustomed.
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