"Well, we've just stood off a handful of reds."

"Sho! With the young lady too! Say, stranger"--he broke off, turning to Geoffry--"are you the 'tenderfoot' them reds was after?"

"Er--yes. But--how did you know?" answered Geoffry, staring with astonishment.

"Struck your trail. But jest before, I'd struck the trail o' them painted varmints. Knew they'd jump you, but reckoned you'd make camp 'fore they got within shootin' distance."

"You're out of it this time, Bill," said Vipan. "He'd have been roast beef by now if we hadn't happened along. It was a very pretty chase, though," he added, with a laugh. "Our friend here covered the ground in fine style."

"Bless your heart, stranger, that's just nothing," laughed the scout, noting the offended look which came into the young man's face at this apparently unfeeling comment on the frightful peril from which he had barely escaped. "Why, me and Vipan there have had many and many such a narrow squeak when we've been out scoutin' alone--ay, and narrower.

Haven't we scooted for a whole day with a yellin' war-party close on our heels, and no snug corral like this handy to stand 'em off in!"

"Really!" exclaimed Geoffry, open-mouthed. "You bet. Them devils were just a lot of young Cheyenne bucks out in search of any devilment that might come handy. But you were in luck's way, stranger, this time."

Smokestack Bill was the bearer of news which tended not a little to relieve the travellers' minds. He had thoroughly scouted the country ahead and p.r.o.nounced it free from Indians. He was of opinion that no further trouble need be feared. The Sioux, he declared, had quite enough to occupy their attention at home, for they were mustering every available warrior to resist an expected invasion of the troops, and to this end all raiding parties then abroad on the Plains had been called in. A council of war on a large scale, together with a grand medicine dance, was to be held at the villages of Sitting Bull, Mad Horse, and other chiefs of the hostiles, and it was expected that from twelve to fifteen thousand warriors would a.s.semble. Red Cloud, Spotted Tail, and some few other chiefs still remained on their reservations, but the bulk of their followers had deserted and joined the hostiles. The scout was of opinion that they would encounter no considerable body of Indians, though their stock might be exposed to the risk of stampede at the hands of a few adventurous young bucks, such as those who had so nearly captured Geoffry Vallance.

The latter's arrival in the camp, or rather the manner of it, was productive of no slight sensation among the more inexperienced of the emigrants. The seasoned Western men, however, characteristically viewed the incident as of no great importance, and after one glance at the new comer, tacitly agreed that the advent of a "tenderfoot" more or less const.i.tuted but a sorry addition to their fighting force. However, with the consideration and tact so frequently to be found among even the roughest of the pioneers of civilisation, no sign of this was suffered to escape them, and beyond a little good-humoured chaff, and an occasional endeavour--generally successful--to "cram" the "Britisher,"

Geoffry had no reason to complain of lack of kindliness or hospitable feeling on the part of the travellers, who, while amusing themselves at the expense of his "greenness," were ever ready and willing to give him the benefit of their experience or lend him a helping hand.

By the Winthrops the young man was made warmly welcome. The Major, glad of such an acquisition as an educated fellow-countryman, pressed him to remain with them until they arrived at their destination, and see something of the West under his own auspices, and his kind-hearted little wife, very much impressed by his tragic escape from such a terrible fate, took the young stranger completely under her wing, and was disposed to make a hero of him.

Thus the days went by, and the waggon train pursued its slow course over the Western plains; now winding around the spur of some high foot-hill of a loftier range; now emerging from the timber belt fringing some swiftly-flowing river, upon a level tableland carpeted with the greenest of prairie-gra.s.s, bespangled with many a strange and delicate-hued flower. The exhilarating air, the unclouded blue of the heavens, the danger lately threatening them removed--removed, too, by the st.u.r.dy might of their own right hands--infused a cheerfulness into the wanderers. And when the camp was pitched and the waggons securely corralled for the night, many a song and jest and stirring anecdote enlivened the gathering round the red watch-fires. By day the more enterprising spirits would diverge from the route to track the red deer or the scarcer blacktail in the wooded fastnesses of some neighbouring ravine, while the waggons creaked on their slow and ponderous course.

To this strange new life Geoffry Vallance took with a readiness which was surprising to himself. Indeed, he would have been thoroughly happy but for one thing. From the moment they had recognised each other, when he reeled panting and exhausted to the ground at her feet, Yseulte's demeanour towards him had been one of studied coldness and reserve. She would never address him of her own initiative, and deftly defeated any attempt on his part to be with her alone. The poor fellow was beside himself with mortification; and when he recalled the circ.u.mstances of that first recognition, how he had found her alone with the splendidly handsome scout, to his mortification was added a perfect paroxysm of jealous rage.

Mrs Winthrop took in the situation at a glance--indeed, it would have been manifest to a far less clearsighted observer, so transparent were the symptoms in so simple a subject as poor Geoffry--and it annoyed her.

"I can't think why," she began one day, when the latter was away on some hunting expedition with most of the men, and the two ladies were alone together, "I can't think why you treat the poor fellow so standoffishly, Yseulte. I'm sure he worships the very ground you walk on, and you might be a little kinder to him."

"Really, I don't see that the fact entails upon me a corresponding reciprocity," was the reply, given a little coldly.

"There you go with your long words, Yseulte. And now you turn the stand-offishness upon me. I only mean, dear, that I want everyone to be friendly and on good terms around. Let him say what he wants to say.

Then give him an answer. That'll fix him one way or another right along, and put everything on a friendly footing again."

"Would it? Supposing I were to tell you, Hettie, that Geoffry Vallance can't take No for an answer, you would retort that you thought the more of him for it. But there is more than that. He should not have followed me out here. It was not right--it was even ungentlemanly. He has taken an unfair advantage in besieging me like this. In fact, he has placed me in a thoroughly false position."

"But, dear," mischievously, "so far from following you, it was you who brought him here."

"Say Mr Vipan, rather. _I_ am not an Indian fighter."

Then spake Hettie Winthrop unadvisedly.

"Well, Mr Vipan, then. But, Yseulte dear, you are always pleasant and cordial enough with Mr Vipan. Naturally the other poor fellow notices it."

Yseulte turned her grand eyes full upon the speaker, and there was an angry flash in them. These two friends were as near a quarrel as they would ever be likely to arrive.

"I don't know what you mean, Hettie. Mr Vipan saved me from the most horrible of fates. Am I to show my appreciation by keeping him at arm's length to please Geoffry Vallance?"

"Tut-tut! You needn't be so fiery about it," said the other, laughing mischievously. "I didn't mean anything in particular that I know of, and I guess I don't hold a brief for any Geoffry Vallance."

That evening, for the first time since her rescue just alluded to, Yseulte was strolling by herself. She had been strangely reserved and silent all day, and now had stolen quietly away to be alone and think.

A stream flowed between its fringe of fig and wild plum trees, about two hundred yards off the camp, and now she stood meditatively gazing into the current and thinking with a pang over the loss of her trout-rod.

The evening air was lively with many a sound, the screech of myriad crickets, the shout of the teamsters driving in the animals for the night, the occasional cry of a fretful infant, and the wash and bubble of the water flowing at her feet. Suddenly the utterance of her own name broke in upon her meditations. There stood Geoffry Vallance, the expression of his face that of eagerness to make the most of his opportunity.

"Why do you always avoid me now?" he began, with a quick glance around, as if fearful of interruption, "What have I done that you will hardly speak to me now?"

A flush of anger mounted to her face.

"Have they come back from hunting?" she said, ignoring the question.

"No, I came back by myself. I couldn't go on any longer till I knew what I had done to offend you. Have I not followed you to the end of another world? And this is how you treat me."

She could have struck him. "What an idiot the boy is!" she thought.

"Father was right. A witless idiot!"

"That is just what you have done," she flashed forth. "Who gave you any sort of encouragement to follow me to what you are pleased to call 'the end of another world'? Why did you come here to render me thoroughly ridiculous, to place me in a false position? By what right do you presume to call me to account? Answer me that, and then kindly leave me at once."

For a moment he seemed thunderstruck, and stood staring at her in blank dismay. Then a light seemed to dawn upon him.

"I thought, at any rate, that one more to protect you--to stand between you and harm--in this wild country, counted for something. But it seems to const.i.tute an offence. Well, I will leave, this very night if you wish it."

"Nonsense!" was the angry retort. "Have you so soon forgotten the result of trying to cross the plains alone? You know perfectly well I don't want you to run any such foolish risk. But you should not have followed me here at all. I thought I had given you a final answer once and for all at Lant--"

"Good evening, Miss Santorex!" struck in a voice behind them. And Vipan raised his hat as he rode by at a foot's pace within a dozen yards of them. So engrossed had they been that they had not heard the hoof-strokes of his horse. A flush came over Yseulte's face. Could he have heard? she thought. Surely he must have. The evening air was so still, and Geoffry's voice was of the high "carrying" order. Oh, that unlucky Geoffry! And for the moment she found it in her heart to wish that he had been left to the tender mercies of the red men.

"I can't think how it is," said Geoffry, moodily, bringing his glance back from Vipan's retreating form to the flushed face of his companion.

"I've a dim recollection of having seen that fellow before--how, when, and where is just what puzzles me."

Yseulte started. If she was thinking the same thing she was not going to say so. She suggested a return to the camp.

"And it's my belief," pursued Geoffry, with a dash of venom--"my firm belief, that he's a bad hat."

"Is it?"

"Yes. I've heard one or two queer whispers about him in the camp. It's said that he's too friendly with the Indians."

"Especially the other day when you and I had the pleasure of meeting.

Where would you be now but for him, or where should I? I don't think we ought to go out of our way to cultivate a bad opinion of a man who has saved both our lives, do you?"

She left him, for they had now reached the camp--left him standing there feeling very sore, very resentful, and thoroughly foolish. Yseulte Santorex could be very scornful, very cutting, when she chose.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.

"AT HIS TIME OF LIFE."

"Something not quite right there--not quite right. No, sir," said the scout to himself, shaking his head softly as he furtively watched his companion. "And I reckon I can fix it," he added. "Lord! Lord! To think what we may come to--the most sensible of us as well as the most downright foolishest."