Part 19 (1/2)
”You're in love with Red Perris!”
And she answered him fiercely: ”Yes, yes, yes! In love with Red Perris! Go tell every one of your men. Shame me as far as you wis.h.!.+
But--Mr. Hervey, you won't dare lead a gang against him now!”
He drew back from her, thrust away by her half-hysteria of emotion.
”Won't I?” growled Hervey, regarding her from beneath sternly gathered brows. ”I seen something of this to-night. I guessed it all. Won't I lay a hand on a sneaking hound that comes grinning and talking soft and saying things he don't half mean? Why, it's a better reason for throwing him off the ranch than I ever had before, seems to me!”
”You don't mean that!” she breathed. ”Say you don't mean that!”
”Your Dad ain't here. If he was, he'd say the same as me. I got to act in his place. You think you like Perris. Why, you'd be throwing yourself away. You'd break Oliver Jordan's heart. That's what you'd do!”
Her brain was whirling. She grasped at the first thought that came to her.
”Then wait till he comes back before you touch Jim Perris.”
”And let Perris raise the devil in the meantime?”
He laughed in her face.
”At least,” she cried, her voice shrill with anger and fear, ”let me know where he is. Let me send for him myself.”
”Dunno that I'm exactly sure about where he is myself,” fenced Lew Hervey.
”Ah,” moaned the girl, half-breaking down under the strain. ”Why do you hate me so? What have I done to you?”
”Nothing,” said Hervey grimly. ”Made me the laughing stock of the mountains--that's all. Made me a joke--that's all you've done to me.
'Lew Hervey and his boss--the girl.' That's what they been saying about me. But I ain't been taking that to heart. What I'm doing now is for your own good, only you don't know it! You'll see it later on.”
”Mr. Hervey,” she pleaded, ”if it will change you, I'll give you my oath to stop bothering with the management of the ranch. You can run it your own way. I'll leave if you say the word, but----”
”I know,” said Hervey. ”I know what you'd say. But Lord above, Miss Jordan, I ain't doing this for my own sake. I'm doing it for yours and your father's. He'll thank me if you don't! Far as Perris goes, I'd----”
He halted. She had sunk into a chair--collapsed into it, rather, and lay there half fainting with one arm thrown across her face. Hervey glowered down on her a moment and then turned on his heel and left the house.
He went straight to the bunkhouse, gathered the men about him, and told them the news.
”Boys,” he said, ”the cat's out of the bag. I've found out everything, and it's what I been fearing. She started begging me to keep off Red Jim's trail. Wouldn't hear no reason. I told her there wasn't nothing for me to gain by throwing him off the ranch. Except that he'd been ordered off and he had to go. It'd make a joke of me and all of you boys if the word got around that one gent had laughed at us and stayed right in the Valley when we told him to get out.”
A fierce volley of curses bore him out.
”Well,” said Hervey, ”then she come right out and told me the truth: she's in love with Perris. She told me so herself!”
They gaped at him. They were young enough, most of them, and lonely and romantic enough, to have looked on Marianne with a sort of sad longing which their sense of humor kept from being anything more aspiring. But to think that she had given her heart so suddenly and so freely to this stranger was a shock. Hervey reaped the harvest of their alarmed glances with a vast inward content. Every look he met was an incipient gun levelled at the head of Red Jim.
”Didn't make no bones about it,” he said, ”she plumb begged for him.
Well, boys, she ain't going to get him. I think too much of old man Jordan to let his girl run off with a man-killing vagabond like this Perris. He's good looking and he talks dead easy. That's what's turned the trick. I guess the rest of you would back me up?”
The answer was a growl.