and you’ll find it more quiet and lonesome the farther West you get. Jake knows all about Fort Henry, and Jeff Lynn, the hunter outside, he knows Eb and Jack Zane, and Wetzel, and all those Fort Henry men. You’ll be gettin’ married out there, won’t you?”
“You are—quite wrong,” said Nell, who all the while Mrs. Wentz was speaking grew rosier and rosier. “We’re not anything—”
Then Nell hesitated and finally ceased speaking. She saw that denials or explanations were futile; the simple woman had seen the kiss and formed her own conclusions. During the few days Nell had spent at Fort Pitt she had come to understand that the dwellers on the frontier took everything as a matter of course. She had seen them manifest a certain pleasure, but neither surprise, concern, nor any of the quick impulses so common among other people. And this was another lesson Nell took to heart. She realized that she was entering upon a life absolutely different from her former one, and the thought caused her to shrink from the ordeal. Yet all the suggestions regarding her future home; the stories told about Indians, renegades, and of the wild border life, fascinated her. These people who had settled in this wild region were simple, honest, and brave; they accepted what came as facts not to be questioned, and believed what looked true. Evidently the fur trader’s wife and her female neighbors had settled in their minds the relation in which the girl stood to Joe.
This latter reflection heightened Nell’s resentment toward her lover. She stood with her face turned away from Mrs. Wentz; the little frown deepened, and she nervously tapped her foot on the floor.
“Where is my sister?” she presently asked.
“She went to see the wagon train come in. Everybody’s out there.”
Nell deliberated a moment and then went into the open air. She saw a number of canvas-covered wagons drawn up in front of the cabins; the vehicles were dusty and the wheels encrusted with yellow mud. The grizzled frontiersman who had smiled at Nell stood leaning on his gun, talking to three men, whose travel-stained and worn homespun clothes suggested a long and toilsome journey. There was the bustle of excitement incident to the arrival of strangers; to the quick exchange of greetings, the unloading of wagons and unharnessing of horses and oxen.
Nell looked here and there for her sister. Finally she saw her standing near her uncle while he conversed with one of the teamsters. The girl did not approach them; but glanced quickly around in search of someone else. At length she saw Joe unloading goods from one of the wagons; his back was turned toward her, but she at once recognized the challenge conveyed by the broad shoulders. She saw no other person; gave heed to nothing save what was to her, righteous indignation.
Hearing her footsteps, the young man turned, and, glancing at her admiringly, said:
“Good evening, miss.”
Nell had not expected such a matter-of-fact greeting from Joe. There was not the slightest trace of repentance in his calm face, and he placidly continued his labor.
“Aren’t you sorry you—you treated me so?” burst out Nell.
His coolness was exasperating. Instead of contrition and apology she had expected, and which was her due, he evidently intended to tease her, as he had done so often.
The young man dropped a blanket and stared.
“I don’t understand,” he said gravely. “I never saw you before.”
This was too much for quick-tempered Nell. She had had some vague idea of forgiving him, after he had sued sufficiently for pardon; but now, forgetting her good intentions in the belief that he was making sport of her when he should have pleaded for forgiveness, she swiftly raised her hand and slapped him smartly.
The red blood flamed to the young man’s face; as he staggered backward with his hand to his cheek, she heard a smothered exclamation behind her, and then the quick joyous barking of a dog.
When Nell turned she was amazed to see Joe standing beside the wagon, while a big white dog was leaping upon him. Suddenly she felt faint. Bewildered, she looked from Joe to the man she had just struck; but could not say which was the man who professed to love her.
“Jim! So you followed me!” cried Joe, starting forward and flinging his arms around the other.
“Yes, Joe, and right glad I am to find you,” answered the young man, while a peculiar expression of pleasure came over his face.
“It’s good to see you again! And here’s my old dog Mose! But how on earth did you know? Where did you strike my trail? What are you going to do out here on the frontier? Tell me all. What happened after I left—”
Then Joe saw Nell standing nearby, pale and distressed, and he felt something was amiss. He glanced quickly from her to his brother; she seemed to be dazed, and Jim looked grave.
“Nell, this is my brother Jim, the one I told you about. Jim, this is my friend, Miss Wells.”
“I am happy to meet Miss Wells,” said Jim, with a smile, “even though she did slap my face for nothing.”
“Slapped you? What for?” Then the truth dawned on Joe, and he laughed until the tears came into his eyes. “She took you for me! Ha, ha, ha! Oh, this is great!”
Nell’s face was now rosy red and moisture glistened in her eyes, but she tried bravely to stand her ground. Humiliation had taken the place of anger.
“I—I am sorry, Mr. Downs. I did take you for him. He—he has insulted me.” Then she turned and ran into the cabin.
Chapter II
Joe and Jim were singularly alike. They were nearly the same size, very tall, but so heavily built as to appear of medium height, while their gray eyes and, indeed, every feature of their clean-cut faces corresponded so exactly as to proclaim them brothers.
“Already up to your old tricks?” asked Jim, with his hand on Joe’s shoulder, as they both watched Nell’s flight.
“I’m really fond of her, Jim, and didn’t mean to hurt her feelings. But tell me about yourself; what made you come West?”
“To teach the Indians, and I was, no doubt, strongly influenced by your being here.”
“You’re going to do as you ever have—make some sacrifice. You are always devoting yourself; if not to me, to some other. Now it’s your life you’re giving up. To try to convert the redskins and influence me for good is in both cases impossible. How often have I said there wasn’t any good in me! My desire is to kill Indians, not preach to them, Jim. I’m glad to see you, but I wish you hadn’t come. This wild frontier is no place for a preacher.”
“I think it is,” said Jim, quietly.
“What of Rose—the girl you were to marry?”
Joe glanced quickly at his brother. Jim’s face paled slightly as he turned away.
“I’ll speak once more of her, and then, never again,” he answered. “You knew Rose better than I did. Once you tried to tell me she was too fond of admiration, and I rebuked you; but now I see that your wider experience of women had taught you things I could not then understand. She was untrue. When you left Williamsburg, apparently because you had gambled with Jewett and afterward fought him, I was not misled. You made the game of cards a pretence;
