her bed, a light brass affair, hung with a chintz valance; had then peered beneath the dark recess of the dressing-case, and having looked in the deep drawer of the bureau and into the closet, she fastened her door and felt as secure as a snail in a shell. As she never, in this particular business, seemed to have any confidence in Mr. Laughton, in spite of the fact that she admired him and adored him, neither his presence nor his absence ever made any variation in the performance. She had gone through the motions, however, for so long a time that they had come to be in a manner perfunctory, and the start she received on this night of which I speak made her prayers quite impossible.
What was she to do? She, a coward par eminence, known to be the most timorous of the whole family; her tremors at all sorts of imagined dangers affording laughter to the flock of sisters and brothers. Should she stay on her knees after having seen that dark shape, as if going on with her prayers, while revolving some plan of procedure? That was out of the question. Scream? She couldn’t have screamed to save her life. Run? She could no more have set one foot before the other, than if her[Pg 1956]body had melted from the waist down. She was deadly faint and cold and shaking, and all in a second, in the fraction of a second, before she had risen from her stooping posture.
Oh, why wasn’t it Virginia instead? Virginia had always had such heroic plans of making the man come out of his hiding-place at the point of her pistol; and Virginia could cock a pistol and wasn’t covered with cold shivers at the sight of one, as she was. If it had only been Francie, whose shrill voice could have been heard over the side of the earth, or Juliet, whose long legs would have left burglar, and house, too, in the background between the opening and slamming of a door. Either of them was so much more fit than she, the chicken-hearted one of the family, to cope with this creature. And they were all gone to the wedding with Fred, and would not be at home till to-morrow; and Tom had just returned from the town and handed her his roll of bills, and told her to take care of it till he came back from galloping down to the works with Jules; and she had tucked it into her belt, and had asked him, a little quakingly, what if any of the men of the Dead Line that they had heard of or Red Dan or an Apache came along; and he had laughed, and said she had better ask them in and reproach them for making such strangers of themselves as not to have called in the two years she had been in this part of the country; and she had the two maids with her, and he should be back directly. And she had looked out after him a moment over the wide prairie to the hills, all bathed in moonlight, and felt as if she were a spirit alone in a dead world. And here she was now, the two maids away in the little wing, locked out by the main house, alone with a burglar, and not another being nearer than the works, a half-mile off.[Pg 1957]
How did this man know that she was without any help here? How did he know that Tom was coming back with the money to pay the men that night? How did he happen to be aware that Tom’s money was all in the house? Evidently he was one of the men. No one else could have known anything about it. If that money was taken, nobody would believe the story; Tom would be cashiered; he never could live through the disgrace; he would die of a broken heart, and she of another. They had come out to this remote and lonesome country to build up a home and a fortune; and so many people would be stricken with them! What a mischance for her to be left with the whole thing in her hands, her little, weak, trembling hands—Tom’s honor, his good name and his success, their fortune, the welfare of the whole family, the livelihood of all the men, the safety of the enterprise! What made Tom risk things so! How could he put her in such jeopardy? To be sure, he thought the dogs would be safeguard enough, but they had gone scouring after him. And if they hadn’t, how could dogs help her with a man under the bed?
It was worse than any loss of money to have such a wretch as this so near one, so shudderingly, so awfully near, to be so close as this to the bottomless pit itself! What was she to do? Escape? The possibility did not cross her mind. Not once did she think of letting Tom’s money go. All but annihilated by terror in that heartbeat, she herself was the last thing she thought of.
Light and electricity are swift, but thought is swifter. As I said, this was all in the fraction of a second. Then Mrs. Laughton was on her feet again and before a pendulum could have more than swung backward. The man must know she saw him. She took the light brass bedstead and sent it rolling away from her with all her might[Pg 1958] and main leaving the creature uncovered. He lay easily on one side, a stout little club like a policeman’s billy in his hand, some weapons gleaming in his belt, putting up the other hand to grasp the bedstead as it rolled away.
“You look pretty, don’t you?” said she.
Perhaps this was as much of a shock to the man as his appearance had been to her. He was not acquainted with the saying that it is only the unexpected that happens.
“Get up,” said she. “I’d be a man if I was a man. Get up. I’m not going to hurt you.”
If the intruder had any sense of humor, this might have touched it; the idea of this little fairy-queen of a woman, almost small enough to have stepped out of a rain-lily, hurting him! But it was so different from what he had been awaiting that it startled him; and then, perhaps, he had some of the superstition that usually haunts the evil and ignorant, and felt that such small women were uncanny. He was on his feet now, towering over her.
“No,” said he, gruffly; “I don’t suppose you’re going to hurt me. And I’m not going to hurt you, if you hand over that money.”
“What money?” opening her eyes with a wide sort of astonishment.
“Come! None of your lip. I want that money!”
“Why, I haven’t any money! Oh, yes, I have, to be sure, but—”
“I thought you’d remember it,” said the man, with a grin.
“But I want it!” she exclaimed.
“I want it, too!” said he.
“Oh, it wouldn’t do you any good,” she reasoned. “Fifteen dollars. And it’s all the money I’ve got in the world!”[Pg 1959]
“I don’t want no fifteen dollars,” said the man; “and I don’t want none of your chinning. I want the money your husband’s going to pay off with—”
“Oh, Tom’s money!” in quite a tone of relief. “Oh! I haven’t anything to do with Tom’s money. If you can get any money out of Tom it’s more than I can do. And I wouldn’t advise you to try, either; for he always carries a pistol in the same pocket with it, and he’s covered all over with knives and derringers and bull-dogs, so that sometimes I don’t like to go near him till he’s unloaded. You have to, in this country of desperadoes. You see—”
“Yes, I see, you little hen-sparrer,” his eyes coming back to her from a survey of the room, “that you’ve got Tom’s money in the house here, and would like to throw me off the scent!”
“If I had,” said she, “you’d only get it across my dead body! Hadn’t you better look for it, and have me tell you when you’re hot and when you’re cold?”
“Come!” said he, again; “I’ve had enough of your slack—”
“You’re not very polite,” she said, with something like a pout.
“People in my line ain’t,” he answered, grimly. “I want that money! and I want it now! I’ve no time to lose. I’d rather come by it peaceable,” he growled, “but if—”
“Well, you can take it; of course, you’re the stronger. But I told you before, it’s all I have, and I’ve very particular use for it. You just sit down!” she cried, indicating a chair, with the air of really having been alone so long in these desolate regions as to
