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I reckon I could have written essays on the futility of sentiment, and the damned silliness of a man who thinks he cares for a woman. But I'm past that stage. And so I can't say for sure just how it was or why. Something came up between me and Lyn and I drifted, and kept drifting.
But I'll swear I feel like a man groping in a dark room." "If Lyn is at Walsh," I asserted stoutly, "she got there since I left this morning. I was there two days, and I wasn't in the background by any means; and she's the sort of girl that isn't backward about hailing a friend. We know one thing the men that killed Rutter are the ones that held us up, and got off with that money of mine.
But in March, the hostilities were renewed, and several marauding parties of Indians entered the country from north of the Ohio. Col. William Lyn, and Captains Tipton and Chapman, were killed by small detachments that waylaid them upon the Beargrass. In pursuit of one of these parties, Captain Aquila White, with seventeen men trailed the Indians to the Falls of the Ohio.
"Intimacy with Betty," he said, "has coloured your descriptive powers, Lyn, dear." "Oh, all happy women talk one tongue." "And you are happy, Lyn?" "Happy? Yes happy, Con!" They smiled at each other across the broad table. "Betty has told the superintendent that if there is a blue stripe or a cropped head on December twenty-fourth, she's going to recommend the dismissal of the present staff."
Then Ann asked: "And did you do it behind the locked door, father?" "Yes, Ann." "Well, I'm glad I kept Billy out!" "And Lyn did you know?" Betty said, her pretty face aglow. "I I guessed." But the men kept still after the cordial handshakes. McPherson was recalling something Jim White had said to him recently while he was with the sheriff in the hills.
Truedale stood before Lynda and put out his hands in quite the old way. His eyes were dim and he said hoarsely: "That's about the greatest thing you've done yet, Lyn. Thank you. Good-night." At the door he hesitated he felt he must speak, but to bring his own affairs into the tense and new conditions surrounding him seemed impossible. To-morrow he would explain everything.
Bravely he strove to forget the blood tie that held them. He regarded her from the viewpoint that another man might have. Then he said: "Yes. As God hears me, Lyn yes!" She dropped her head upon his shoulder and wept as if grief instead of joy were sweeping over her. Presently she raised her tear-wet face and said: "I'm going to marry Con, dear, as soon as he wants me.
Now lie back in the chair and tell Betty all about it." "No, no! Betty, I want to sit so at your feet. I want to learn all that you can teach me. You have never had your eyes blinded or you would know how the light hurts." "Well, then. Put your blessed, tired head on my knee. You're my little girl to-night, Lyn, and I am your mother."
About six couple of large heavy hounds, with deep and pendant ears, heavy well-feathered sterns, broad chests, and muscular strong limbs, were gathered round their feeder, the renowned Jem Lyn; on whom it may not be impertinent to waste a word or two, before proceeding to the mountain, which, as I learned, to my no little wonder, was destined to be our hunting ground.
"She has forgotten everything that lies back of her sickness," Lynda once said to Betty; "it's strange, but she appears to have begun from that." Then Betty made a remark that Lynda recalled afterward: "I don't believe she has, Lyn. I'm not worried about Ann as you and Con are. Her Lady Macbeth pose is just plain girl; but she has depths we have never sounded.
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