the first time lance gardley met rosa rogers riding with archie forsythe he thought little of it. he knew the girl by sight, because he knew her father in a business way. that she was very young and one of margaret's pupils was all he knew about her. for the young man he had conceived a strong dislike, but as there was no reason whatever for it he put it out of his mind as quickly as possible.
the second time he met them it was toward evening and they were so wholly absorbed in each other's society that they did not see him until he was close upon them. forsythe looked up with a frown and a quick hand to his hip, where gleamed a weapon.
he scarcely returned the slight salute given by gardley, and the two young people touched up their horses and were soon out of sight in the mesquite. but something in the frightened look of the girl's eyes caused gardley to turn and look after the two.
where could they be going at that hour of the evening? it was not a trail usually chosen for rides. it was lonely and unfrequented, and led out of the way of travelers. gardley himself had been a far errand for jasper kemp, and had taken this short trail back because it cut off several miles and he was weary. also, he was anxious to stop in ashland and leave mom wallis's request that margaret would spend the next sabbath at the camp and see the new curtains. he was thinking what he should say to her when he saw her in a little while now, and this interruption to his thoughts was unwelcome. nevertheless, he could not get away from that frightened look in the girl's eyes. where could they have been going? that fellow was a new-comer in the region; perhaps he had lost his way. perhaps he did not know that the road he was taking the girl led into a region of outlaws, and that the only habitation along the way was a cabin belonging to an old woman of weird reputation, where wild orgies were sometimes celebrated, and where men went who loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.
twice gardley turned in his saddle and scanned the desert. the sky was darkening, and one or two pale stars were impatiently shadowing forth their presence. and now he could see the two riders again. they had come up out of the mesquite to the top of the mesa, and were outlined against the sky sharply. they were still on the trail to old ouida's cabin!
with a quick jerk gardley reined in his horse and wheeled about, watching the riders for a moment; and then, setting spurs to his beast, he was off down the trail after them on one of his wild, reckless rides. down through the mesquite he plunged, through the darkening grove, out, and up to the top of the mesa. he had lost sight of his quarry for the time, but now he could see them again riding more slowly in the valley below, their horses close together, and even as he watched the sky took on its wide night look and the stars blazed forth.
suddenly gardley turned sharply from the trail and made a detour through a grove of trees, riding with reckless speed, his head down to escape low branches; and in a minute or two he came with unerring instinct back to the trail some distance ahead of forsythe and rosa. then he wheeled his horse and stopped stock-still, awaiting their coming.
by this time the great full moon was risen and, strangely enough, was at gardley's back, making a silhouette of man and horse as the two riders came on toward him.
they rode out from the cover of the grove, and there he was across their path. rosa gave a scream, drawing nearer her companion, and her horse swerved and reared; but gardley's black stood like an image carved in ebony against the silver of the moon, and gardley's quiet voice was in strong contrast to the quick, unguarded exclamation of forsythe, as he sharply drew rein and put his hand hastily to his hip for his weapon.
"i beg your pardon, mr. forsythe"—gardley had an excellent memory for names—"but i thought you might not be aware, being a new-comer in these parts, that the trail you are taking leads to a place where ladies do not like to go."
"really! you don't say so!" answered the young man, insolently. "it is very kind of you, i'm sure, but you might have saved yourself the trouble. i know perfectly where i am going, and so does the lady, and we choose to go this way. move out of the way, please. you are detaining us."
but gardley did not move out of the way. "i am sure the lady does not know where she is going," he said, firmly. "i am sure that she does not know that it is a place of bad reputation, even in this unconventional land. at least, if she knows, i am sure that her father does not know, and i am well acquainted with her father."
"get out of the way, sir," said forsythe, hotly. "it certainly is none of your business, anyway, whoever knows what. get out of the way or i shall shoot. this lady and i intend to ride where we please."
"then i shall have to say you cannot," said gardley; and his voice still had that calm that made his opponent think him easy to conquer.
"just how do you propose to stop us?" sneered forsythe, pulling out his pistol.
"this way," said gardley, lifting a tiny silver whistle to his lips and sending forth a peculiar, shrilling blast. "and this way," went on gardley, calmly lifting both hands and showing a weapon in each, wherewith he covered the two.
rosa screamed and covered her face with her hands, cowering in her saddle.
forsythe lifted his weapon, but looked around nervously. "dead men tell no tales," he said, angrily.
"it depends upon the man," said gardley, meaningly, "especially if he were found on this road. i fancy a few tales could be told if you happened to be the man. turn your horses around at once and take this lady back to her home. my men are not far off, and if you do not wish the whole story to be known among your friends and hers you would better make haste."
forsythe dropped his weapon and obeyed. he decidedly did not wish his escapade to be known among his friends. there were financial reasons why he did not care to have it come to the ears of his brother-in-law just now.
silently in the moonlight the little procession took its way down the trail, the girl and the man side by side, their captor close behind, and when the girl summoned courage to glance fearsomely behind her she saw three more men riding like three grim shadows yet behind. they had fallen into the trail so quietly that she had not heard them when they came. they were jasper kemp, long bill, and big jim. they had been out for other purposes, but without question followed the call of the signal.
it was a long ride back to rogers's ranch, and forsythe glanced nervously behind now and then. it seemed to him that the company was growing larger all the time. he half expected to see a regiment each time he turned. he tried hurrying his horse, but when he did so the followers were just as close without any seeming effort. he tried to laugh it all off.
once he turned and tried to placate gardley with a few shakily jovial words:
"look here, old fellow, aren't you the man i met on the trail the day miss earle went over to the fort? i guess you've made a mistake in your calculations. i was merely out on a pleasure ride with miss rogers. we weren't going anywhere in particular, you know. miss rogers chose this way, and i wanted to please her. no man likes to have his pleasure interfered with, you know. i guess you didn't recognize me?"
"i recognized you," said gardley. "it would be well for you to be careful where you ride with ladies, especially at night. the matter, however, is one that you would better settle with mr. rogers. my duty will be done when i have put it into his hands."
"now, my good fellow," said forsythe, patronizingly, "you surely don't intend to make a great fuss about this and go telling tales to mr. rogers about a trifling matter—"
"i intend to do my duty, mr. forsythe," said gardley; and forsythe noticed that the young man still held his weapons. "i was set this night to guard mr. rogers's property. that i did not expect his daughter would be a part of the evening's guarding has nothing to do with the matter. i shall certainly put the matter into mr. rogers's hands."
rosa began to cry softly.
"well, if you want to be a fool, of course," laughed forsythe, disagreeably; "but you will soon see mr. rogers will accept my explanation."
"that is for mr. rogers to decide," answered gardley, and said no more.
the reflections of forsythe during the rest of that silent ride were not pleasant, and rosa's intermittent crying did not tend to make him more comfortable.
the silent procession at last turned in at the great ranch gate and rode up to the house. just as they stopped and the door of the house swung open, letting out a flood of light, rosa leaned toward gardley and whispered:
"please, mr. gardley, don't tell papa. i'll do anything in the world for you if you won't tell papa."
he looked at the pretty, pitiful child in the moonlight. "i'm sorry, miss rosa," he said, firmly. "but you don't understand. i must do my duty."
"then i shall hate you!" she hissed. "do you hear? i shall hate you forever, and you don't know what that means. it means i'll take my revenge on you and on everybody you like."
he looked at her half pityingly as he swung off his horse and went up the steps to meet mr. rogers, who had come out and was standing on the top step of the ranch-house in the square of light that flickered from a great fire on the hearth of the wide fireplace. he was looking from one to another of the silent group, and as his eyes rested on his daughter he said, sternly:
"why, rosa, what does this mean? you told me you were going to bed with a headache!"
gardley drew his employer aside and told what had happened in a few low-toned sentences; and then stepped down and back into the shadow, his horse by his side, the three men from the camp grouped behind him. he had the delicacy to withdraw after his duty was done.
mr. rogers, his face stern with sudden anger and alarm, stepped down and stood beside his daughter. "rosa, you may get down and go into the house to your own room. i will talk with you later," he said. and then to the young man, "you, sir, will step into my office. i wish to have a plain talk with you."
a half-hour later forsythe came out of the rogers house and mounted his horse, while mr. rogers stood silently and watched him.
"i will bid you good evening, sir," he said, formally, as the young man mounted his horse and silently rode away. his back had a defiant look in the moonlight as he passed the group of men in the shadow; but they did not turn to watch him.
"that will be all to-night, gardley, and i thank you very much," called the clear voice of mr. rogers from his front steps.
the four men mounted their horses silently and rode down a little distance behind the young man, who wondered in his heart just how much or how little gardley had told rosa's father.
the interview to which young forsythe had just been subjected had been chastening in character, of a kind to baffle curiosity concerning the father's knowledge of details, and to discourage any further romantic rides with miss rosa. it had been left in abeyance whether or not the temples should be made acquainted with the episode, dependent upon the future conduct of both young people. it had not been satisfactory from forsythe's point of view; that is, he had not been so easily able to disabuse the father's mind of suspicion, nor to establish his own guileless character as he had hoped; and some of the remarks rogers made led forsythe to think that the father understood just how unpleasant it might become for him if his brother-in-law found out about the escapade.
this is why archie forsythe feared lance gardley, although there was nothing in the least triumphant about the set of that young man's shoulders as he rode away in the moonlight on the trail toward ashland. and this is how it came about that rosa rogers hated lance gardley, handsome and daring though he was; and because of him hated her teacher, margaret earle.
an hour later lance gardley stood in the little dim tanner parlor, talking to margaret.
"you look tired," said the girl, compassionately, as she saw the haggard shadows on the young face, showing in spite of the light of pleasure in his eyes. "you look very tired. what in the world have you been doing?"
"i went out to catch cattle-thieves," he said, with a sigh, "but i found there were other kinds of thieves abroad. it's all in the day's work. i'm not tired now." and he smiled at her with beautiful reverence.
margaret, as she watched him, could not help thinking that the lines in his face had softened and strengthened since she had first seen him, and her eyes let him know that she was glad he had come.
"and so you will really come to us, and it isn't going to be asking too much?" he said, wistfully. "you can't think what it's going to be to the men—to us! and mom wallis is so excited she can hardly get her work done. if you had said no i would be almost afraid to go back." he laughed, but she could see there was deep earnestness under his tone.
"indeed i will come," said margaret. "i'm just looking forward to it. i'm going to bring mom wallis a new bonnet like one i made for mother; and i'm going to teach her how to make corn gems and steamed apple dumplings. i'm bringing some songs and some music for the violin; and i've got something for you to help me do, too, if you will?"
he smiled tenderly down on her. what a wonderful girl she was, to be willing to come out to the old shack among a lot of rough men and one uncultured old woman and make them happy, when she was fit for the finest in the land!
"you're wonderful!" he said, taking her hand with a quick pressure for good-by. "you make every one want to do his best."
he hurried out to his horse and rode away in the moonlight. margaret went up to her "mountain window" and watched him far out on the trail, her heart swelling with an unnamed gladness over his last words.
"oh, god, keep him, and help him to make good!" she prayed.
