Wunpost Part 11

"Why, what for?" murmured Billy still struggling with the focus. "Oh, now I can see them fine! Oh, aren't these just wonderful--and such little things, too--are you going to use them to hunt horses?"

"No, they're yours!" returned Wunpost with a generous swagger, "I've got another pair of my own. I'll never forget how you picked me up that time, so this is a kind of present."

"A present!" gasped Wilhelmina and then she paused and blushed, for of course she had known it all the time. They were small gla.s.ses, for a lady, but it was nice of him to say it, and to mention her finding him on the desert. And now her mother would have to let her keep them, for, they were in remembrance of her saving his life.

"It's awful kind of you," she said, "and I'll never forget it--and now, won't you show me how they work?"

She drew a little closer, and as her curls brushed his cheek Wunpost reeled as if from a blow.

"Sure," he said and gave her a kiss just as if she had really asked for it.

CHAPTER XIII

WITH HAY HOOKS

It is no more than right that the first kiss should be forgiven, especially if no one is to blame, and Wilhelmina forgave him very sweetly; but there was a wild, hunted look in Wunpost's bold eyes and he wondered what would happen next. Something had come over him very suddenly and made him forget the restraint which all ladies, even in overalls, laid upon him; and when their hands had touched some great force had drawn them together and he had kissed her before she knew it.

But instead of resisting she had yielded for a moment, and then pushed him away very slowly; and he still remembered, like part of a dream, her heart beating against his breast. But it was all over now, and she was toying with the field-gla.s.ses which he had brought from the city as a present.

"Isn't it wonderful," she said, "how we first came together? And the first place I looked for when you gave me these gla.s.ses was that wash where you made your two fires."

"If you'd had them then," ventured Wunpost at last, "you'd've been able to see me plain."

"Yes," she sighed, "but I found you anyhow. Doesn't it seem a long time ago? And it was only the end of last May."

"Something doing every minute," burst out Wunpost gaily, "say, I've found two mines this summer! What did old Eells think of the Stinging Lizard? I hooked him right on that--he'll be careful what he grabs next time. And when he jumps the next claim of mine I reckon he'll sink a few feet before he builds any more ten thousand dollar roads!"

He chuckled and ran his hand through his tumbled hair, which always stood straight on end, but Billy was looking at him curiously.

"Mr. Eells was up to see us," she said at last, "and he claims you salted that mine. And he even told Father that you located it up our canyon just on purpose so we could use his road!"

"And what did you say?" inquired Wunpost teasingly. "Didn't I tell you, right here, I was going to do it?"

"Oh, but you were just fooling!" she protested laughing, "and I told him you did nothing of the kind. And then Father stepped in, when he heard what we were talking about, and he told Mr. Eells what he thought of him."

"No, but I did salt the mine!" spoke up Wunpost quickly, "there wasn't any fooling there. And, being as I had to locate it somewhere--well, the chances are Eells was correct."

"Oh, that's just the way you talk!" she burst out incredulously; "did you honestly do it on purpose?"

"Well, I guess I did!" boasted Wunpost. "I just stopped over in Blackwater and told Mr. Eells all about it. So don't be worried on _my_ account--and he built you a mighty good road."

"Yes, but do you think it was quite right," began Billy indignantly, "to make Father seem a party to a fraud? It's what some people would call a very shady transaction; but I suppose, of course, you're proud of it!"

"Why, sure I am!" returned Wunpost warmly, "and you don't need to be so high and mighty. I guess I'm just as good as your old man or anybody, and I notice he's using the road!"

"He won't though," answered Billy, "if I tell him what's happened! My father is honest, he works for what he gets, and that road is just the same as stolen!"

"Well, go ahead and tell him!" challenged Wunpost angrily. "We'll come to a show-down, right now. And anybody that's too good to use my road is too good to a.s.sociate with _me_!" He brought down his big fist into the palm of his hand and Wilhelmina jumped at the smack. "Didn't I tell you," he demanded rising and pointing at her accusingly, "didn't I say I was going to build that road? Well, why didn't you kick about it _then_? You were game to follow me up and jump my mine so your father could build him a road; but the minute I trim old Eells, who has robbed you of a million, by grab, all of a sudden you get _good_!

You can't bear to use a road that that old skinflint built, thinking he'd robbed me of another rich mine! No, that wouldn't be right, that's a shady transaction! All right then, don't use the doggoned road!"

He smashed his fist into his hand in a final sweeping gesture of disdain and Wilhelmina gazed at him fixedly.

"I thought you were just talking," she said at last, "but don't you ever tell Father what's happened. If you do he'll never use the road--or if he does, he'll pay Mr. Eells for it. He tries to be honest in everything."

"Yes, and look what it gets him!" cried Wunpost pa.s.sionately, "he's spent half his life in this h.e.l.l-hole of a canyon and you're chasing around here in overalls! And then when some _crook_ like me comes along and gives him a ten thousand dollar road this is all the thanks he gets! I'm through--you can rustle for yourself!"

"Very well!" returned Billy with a wild gleam in her eye, "and if you don't like my overalls----"

"I do!" he broke in, "I like 'em fine--like 'em better than those flimsy danged skirts! But if you're too good to use my road----"

"It isn't that," interrupted Billy, "I'm glad you built the road, but Father looks at it differently. He told Mr. Eells he wouldn't be a party to any such scheme to defraud. But--now it's all built--don't tell him how you did it; because I want him to have a little happiness. He's been working so long and this came, as he said, just like an act of Providence; so let's not tell him, and when he's taken out his ore he can pay Mr. Eells, if he wishes to."

"If he's crazy!" corrected Wunpost. "What, pay that crook? Say, do you see those two men on the trail? They're hired by Eells to tag along behind me and trail me to my mine. Now what right has he got to claim that mine? Did he ever give me a dollar to spend, while I was up there in the high country looking for it? He did not, and he stole every dollar I had before I ever went out to prospect. Didn't he rob us both of the Willie Meena--take it all without giving us a cent? Well, what's the sense of trying to treat him white, when you know he's out to do you? His name is Eells and he skins 'em alive! But you wait--I'm out to skin _him_!"

"You're awfully convincing," conceded Billy smiling tremulously, "but somehow it doesn't seem right. Just because he robs you----"

"Aw, forget it; forget it!" exclaimed Wunpost impatiently, "didn't I tell you this is no Sunday school picnic? What're you going to do, let him go on robbing everybody until he has all the money in the world? No, you've got to play the game--go after him with the hay hooks and get his back hair if you can! I've trimmed him of twenty thousand and a ten thousand dollar road, but where did he get all that coin? He took it out of our mine, the old Willie Meena, and a whole lot more besides. Well, whose money was it, anyway--didn't I own the mine first? All right, then, I reckon it was _mine_!"

He patted his pocket, where his roll of bills lay, and smiled roguishly as he grabbed up the dog.

"Fine pup, eh?" he began, "well, he picked me out himself--followed along when I was going down the street. Tried to lose him and couldn't do it, he followed me everywhere, so I kept him and called him Good Luck. Get the idea? Luck is my pup, he lays down and rolls over whenever I say the word. Going to make a fine watch-dog if he lives through this hot weather--how'd you like to keep him a while?"

"Oh, I'd like to!" beamed Billy, "only I'm afraid you might be jealous----"

"Not of no pup, kid," returned Wunpost with his lordliest swagger, "and if you steal him, by grab you can have him!"

"Well, I'll bet I can do it!" answered Billy defiantly. "And are you still going to give me that mine?"

"If you can find it!" nodded Wunpost. "Or I'll give it to Mr. Lynch, if he'll promise to follow the leader. I see that's an Injun that he's got riding along behind him but I'm going to lose 'em both. These Shooshonnies ain't so much--I can out-trail 'em, any time--and I tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to lead Mr. Lynch and his rat-eating guide just as long as they're game to follow, and if they follow me two weeks I'll take 'em to my mine and tell 'em to help themselves. Now that's sporting, ain't it? Because the Sockdolager ain't staked and she's the richest hole I've struck."

"Yes, it's sporting," she admitted, "but why don't you stake it? Are you afraid they'll take it away from you?"

"Don't you think it!" he exclaimed, "if it was staked I'd have half of it! No, I'm doing this out of pride. I'm leaving that claim open and if Mr. Eells can find it he's welcome to it _all_! But I'm telling you, it'll never be found!"

He nodded impressively, with a wise, mysterious, smile, and Billy rose up impatiently.

"I believe you _like_ to fight," she stated accusingly and Wunpost did not deny it.

CHAPTER XIV

POISONED BAIT