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.But she turned to Low with feverish anxiety."That's so—he is an old friend—" she gave a quick, imploring glance at Curson—"an old friend who came to help me away—he is very kind," she stammered, turning alternately from the one to the other; "but I told him there was no hurry—at least to-day—that you—were—very good—too, and would hide me a little longer, until your plan—you know YOUR plan," she added, with a look of beseeching significance to Low—"could be tried." And then, with a helpless conviction that her excuses, motives, and emotions were equally and perfectly transparent to both men, she stopped in a tremble."Perhapth it 'th jutht ath well, then, that the gentleman came thtraight here, and didn't tackle my two friendth when he pathed them," observed Curson, half sarcastically."I have not passed your friends, nor have I been near them," said Low, looking at him for the first time, with the same exasperating calm, "or perhaps I should not be HERE or they THERE.I knew that one man entered the wood a few moments ago, and that two men and four horses remained outside.""That's true," said Teresa to Curson excitedly—"that's true.He knows all.He can see without looking, hear without listening.He—he—" she stammered, colored, and stopped.The two men had faced each other.Curson, after his first good-natured impulse, had retained no wish to regain Teresa, whom he felt he no longer loved, and yet who, for that very reason perhaps, had awakened his chivalrous instincts.Low, equally on his side, was altogether unconscious of any feeling which might grow into a passion, and prevent him from letting her go with another if for her own safety.They were both men of a certain taste and refinement.Yet, in spite of all this, some vague instinct of the baser male animal remained with them, and they were moved to a mutually aggressive attitude in the presence of the female.One word more, and the opening chapter of a sylvan Iliad might have begun.But this modern Helen saw it coming, and arrested it with an inspiration of feminine genius.Without being observed, she disengaged her knife from her bosom and let it fall as if by accident.It struck the ground with the point of its keen blade, bounded and rolled between them.The two men started and looked at each other with a foolish air.Curson laughed."I reckon she can take care of herthelf," he said, extending his hand to Low."I'm off.But if I'm wanted SHE'LL know where to find me." Low took the proffered hand, but neither of the two men looked at Teresa.The reserve of antagonism once broken, a few words of caution, advice, and encouragement passed between them, in apparent obliviousness of her presence or her personal responsibility.As Curson at last nodded a farewell to her, Low insisted upon accompanying him as far as the horses, and in another moment she was again alone.She had saved a quarrel between them at the sacrifice of herself, for her vanity was still keen enough to feel that this exhibition of her old weakness had degraded her in their eyes, and, worse, had lost the respect her late restraint had won from Low.They had treated her like a child or a crazy woman, perhaps even now were exchanging criticisms upon her—perhaps pitying her! Yet she had prevented a quarrel, a fight; possibly the death of either one or the other of these men who despised her, for none better knew than she the trivial beginning and desperate end of these encounters.Would they—would Low ever realize it, and forgive her? Her small, dark hands went up to her eyes and she sank upon the ground.She looked through tear-veiled lashes upon the mute and giant witnesses of her deceit and passion, and tried to draw, from their immovable calm, strength and consolation as before.But even they seemed to stand apart, reserved and forbidding.When Low returned she hoped to gather from his eyes and manner what had passed between him and her former lover.But beyond a mere gentle abstraction at times he retained his usual calm.She was at last forced to allude to it herself with simulated recklessness."I suppose I didn't get a very good character from my last place?" she said, with a laugh."I don't understand you," he replied, in evident sincerity.She bit her lip and was silent.But as they were returning home, she said gently, "I hope you were not angry with me for the lie I told when I spoke of 'your plan.' I could not give the real reason for not returning with—with—that man.But it's not all a lie.I have a plan—if you haven't.When you are ready to go to Sacramento to take your place, dress me as an Indian boy, paint my face, and let me go with you.You can leave me—there—you know.""It's not a bad idea," he responded gravely [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]