CHAPTER XI.

'TANA AND JOE.

"Just like a part in a play, captain--that's just the way it struck me,"

said Mrs. Huzzard, recounting the affair for the benefit of the postmaster

of Sinna Ferry. "The man a-sitting there like a statue, with only his eyes

looking alive, and that poor, scared dear a-falling down on the floor

beside him, and looking as white as milk! I never had a notion she was so

easy touched by people's troubles. It surely was a sorry story read from

them three letters. I tell you, sir, men leave women with aching hearts

many's the time," and she glanced sentimentally toward her listener;

"though if there is one place more heart-rending to be deserted in than

another, I think an Indian village would be the very worst. Just to think

of that poor dear dying there in a place she didn't even know the name

of."

"Humph! I've an idea you are giving your sympathy to the wrong

individual," decided the captain. "It must be easier even to die in some

unknown corner than for a living soul to be shut up in a dead body, after

the manner of this Harris, or Hammond, or whatever his name is. I guess,

from the looks of things, he must have collapsed when that second letter

reached him; had a bad stroke, and was just recovering somewhat when he

strayed into this camp. Yes, madame, I've an idea he's had a harder row

to hoe than the girl; and, then, it doesn't look as though he'd deserved

it so much."

"Mr. Dan is mightily upset over it, ain't he?"

"Mr. Dan is just as likely to get upset over any other vagabond who strays

in his direction," grumbled the captain. "Folks are always falling in his

way to be looked after. He has the worst luck! He never did a bit of harm

to this stranger--nothing but drop a hand on his shoulder; and all at once

the man falls down helpless. And Dan feels in duty bound to take care of

him. Then the girl 'Tana has to flop over in the same way, just when I

thought we were to get rid of her. And she's another charge to look after.

He'll be wanting to hire your house for a hospital next thing, Mrs.

Huzzard."

"And welcome he'd be to it for 'Tana," declared Mrs. Huzzard, valiantly.

"She's been a bit saucy to you at times, and I know it; but, indeed, it's

only because she fancies you don't like her."

"Like her, madame! A girl who plays poker, and--and--"

"And wins," added Mrs. Huzzard, with a twinkle in her eyes. "Ah, now,

didn't Mr. Max tell me the whole story! She is a clip, and I know it; but

I think she only meant that game as a bit of a joke."

"A twenty-dollar joke, Mrs. Huzzard, is too expensive to be funny,"

growled the captain, with natural discontent. "But if I could only

convince myself that the money was honestly won, I would not feel so

annoyed over it; but I can't--no, madame. I am confident there was a trick

in that game--some gambler's trick she has picked up among her promiscuous

acquaintances. And I am annoyed--more than ever annoyed now that there is

a chance of her remaining longer under Dan's care. She's a dangerous

_protegee_ for a boy of his age, that's all."

"Dangerous! Oh, now, I've my doubts of that," said Mrs. Huzzard, shaking

her head, emphatically. "You take my word for it, if she's dangerous as a

girl to any one in this camp, it's not Mr. Dan's peace of mind she's

disturbing, but that of his new friend."

"You mean Lyster? Ridiculous! A gentleman of culture, used to the best

society, give a thought to such an unclassed individual? No,

madame!--don't you believe it. His interest about the school affair was

doubtless to get her away from camp, and to keep her from being a

responsibility on Dan's hands."

"Hum! maybe. But, from all the dances he danced with her, and the way he

waited on her, I'd a notion that he did not think her a great

responsibility at all."

This conversation occurred the morning after those letters had been read.

The owner of them was installed in the best room Mrs. Huzzard had to

offer, and miners from all sections were cordially invited to visit the

paralyzed man, in the vain hope that some one would chance to remember his

face, or help establish the lost miner's identity; for he seemed utterly

lost from all record of his past--all but that he had loved a girl whom an

unknown partner had stolen. And Overton remembered that he seemed

especially interested in the whereabouts of the renegade, Lee Holly.

The unknown Lee Holly's name had suddenly attained the importance of a

gruesome ghost to Overton. He had stared gloomily at the paralytic, as

though striving to glean from the living eyes the secrets held close by

the silenced lips. 'Tana and Monte and Lee Holly!--his little girl and

those renegades! Surely these persons could have nothing to do with each

other. Harris was looney--so Overton decided as he stalked back and forth

beside the house, glancing up once in a while to a window above him--a

window where he hoped to see 'Tana's face; for all one day had gone, and

the evening come again, yet he had never seen her since he had lifted her

unconscious form from beside the chair of Harris. Her words, "I know now!

Joe--Joe Hammond!" were yet whispering through his senses. Did those words

mean anything? or was the child simply overwrought by that tragedy told in

the letters? He did not imagine she would comprehend all the sadness of it

until she had fallen in that faint.

The night he had talked with her first in Akkomi's tepee, and afterward in

the morning by the river, he had promised to be satisfied with what she

chose to tell him of herself, and ask no questions of her past. But since

the insinuations of Harris and her own peculiar words and manner, he

discovered that the promise was not easy to keep--especially when Lyster

besieged him with questions; for 'Tana had spent the day utterly alone,

but for the ministrations of Mrs. Huzzard. She would not see even the

doctor, as she said she was not sick. She would not see Overton, Lyster,

or any one else, because she said she did not want to talk; she was tired,

and that reason must suffice. It did for Lyster, especially after he had

received a nod, a smile, and a wave of her hand from her window--a

circumstance he related hopefully to Overton, as it banished the lingering

fear in his mind that her exile was one caused by absolute illness.

"I candidly believe, Dan, that she is simply ashamed of having fainted

before us last evening--fancies it looks weak, I suppose; and she does

pride herself so on her ungirlish strength. I've no doubt she will

emerge from her seclusion to-morrow morning, and expect us to ignore her

sentimental swoon. How is your other patient?"

"Better."

"Much?"

"Well, just the difference of turning his eyes quickly toward a thing,

instead of slowly, as at first. The doctor just told me he is able to move

his head slightly, so I guess he is not to go under this trip. But he'll

never be a well man again."

"Rather heavy on you, old fellow, that you feel bound to look after him. I

can't see the necessity of it. Why don't you let the rest of the camp--"

But Overton had turned away and resumed his walk. Lyster stared at him in

wonder for a moment and then laughed.

"All right, Rothschild," he observed. "You know the depth of your own

purse best. But, to tell the truth, you don't act like your own

responsible self to-day. You go moping around as though the other fellow's

stroke had touched you, too. You are a great fellow, Dan, to take other

people's loads on your shoulders; but it is a bad habit, and you'd better

reform."

"I will, when I have time," returned Overton, with a grim smile. "Just now

I have other things to think of. Don't mind me."

"I sha'n't. I confess I don't mind any of you very much since I saw the

cheery vision of your _protegee_ at the window--and waving her hand to me,

too; the first bit of sunshine I've seen in camp to-day. For the average

specimen I've run across has looked to me like you--glum."

Receiving no reply whatever to this criticism, he strolled away after a

smiling glance upward to 'Tana's window. But no girlish hand waved

greeting to him this time, and he comforted himself by humming, "My Love

is but a Lassie Yet." This was a mischievous endeavor to attract Overton's

attention and make him say something, even though the something should

prove uncomplimentary to the warbler.

But it was a failure. Overton only thrust his hands a little deeper in his

pockets as he stared after the handsome, light-hearted fellow. Of course,

it would be Max to whom she would wave her hand; and he was glad somebody

felt like singing, though he himself could not. His mind was too much

tormented by the thoughts of those two who formed a nucleus for the

hospital already contemptuously alluded to by the captain.

And those two?

One sat almost motionless, as he had been for the twenty-four hours. But

as Mrs. Huzzard and the captain left his room, each spoke hopefully of his

appearance. Mrs. Huzzard especially was very confident his face showed

more animation than she had observed at her noonday visit; and the fact

that he could move his head and nod in reply to questions certainly did

seem to promise recovery.

In the adjoining room, close to the very thin partition, 'Tana lay with

ears strained to catch each word of the conversation. But when her door

was opened by Mrs. Huzzard, all semblance of interest was gone, and she

lay on the little bed with closed eyes.

"I'm right glad she's taking a nap at last," said the good soul as she

closed the door softly. "That child scarce slept a bit all night, and I

know it. Curious how nervous she got over that man's troubles. But, of

course, he did look awful at first, and nigh about scared me."

'Tana lay still till the steps died away on the stairs, and the voices

were heard more faintly on the lower floor. All the day she had waited for

the people to leave the stranger in the next room alone; and, for the

first time, no voice of visitors broke the silence of the upper floor.

She slipped to the door and listened. Her movements were stealthy as that

of some forest animal evading a hunter. She turned the knob softly, and

with still swiftness was inside the stranger's room, and the door closed

behind her.

He certainly was more alert, for his eyes met hers instantly. His look was

almost one of fear, and she was trembling visibly.

"I had to come," she said, nervously, in a half whisper, "I heard the

letters read, and I have to tell you something I've thought all night--all

day--and I have to tell you. Do you understand? Try to understand. Nod

your head if you do. Do you?"

Her speech was rapid and impatient, while she listened each moment lest a

step sound on the stairs again. But in all her eagerness to hear she never

looked away from his face, and she uttered a low exclamation of gladness

when the man's head bent slowly in assent.

"Oh, I am so glad--so glad! You will get well; you must! Listen! I know

you now, and why you looked at me so. You think you saw me up at

Revelstoke--I think I remember your face there--and you don't trust me.

You are looking for that man--the man that took her away from you. You

think I could find a trail to him; but you are wrong. He is dead, and I

know she is--I _know_! Your name was the last word she said--'Joe.' She

wanted you to forgive her, and not cross _his_ path. You don't believe me,

perhaps; but it is all true. I went to the camp with--with the boy she

wrote of. She talked of you to me. I had word to give you if we ever met.

But how was I to know that Jim Harris was the man--the same man? Do you

hear--do you believe me?"

Those burning eyes--eyes in which all of life in him seemed

concentrated--looked out on her from the pale, strange face; looked on her

until her own cheeks grew colorless, for there was something awful in the

searching regard of the man who was but half alive.

"See!" she said, and slipped from her belt a package in which paper

rustled, "I've had that plan of the gold find ever since--since she died.

She gave it to me, in case you should be--as you are, and no one to look

after it for you. Or, if you should go under, she said, I was to look it

up. And I started to look it up--yes, I did; but things were against me,

and I let it go for a while. But now, listen! If you get well, it means

money must do it. See? Dan hasn't very much--not enough to float you long.

Now, I've thought it all out. You give up the notion of looking for that

man, who wasn't worth a shot of powder when he was alive, and worth less

now. It's that notion that's been eating the life out of you. Oh, I've

thought it all out! Now you just turn honest prospector, like you was when

that man Ingalls first spotted you. I'm only a girl, but I'll try to help

make amends for the wrongs he did you. I'll go partners with you. Look!

here is the plan; and I'm almost sure I know where the two little streams

meet. I've thought of it a heap; but the face of--of that dead girl, kept

me from doing anything till I had either found you or knew you were

dead. No one knows I have the plan--though _he_ would have cut throats for

it. Now do you trust me?"

She held the plan up so he could see it--a queer puzzle of lines and dots;

but a glance sufficed, and he turned his eyes again to the face of the

girl. Her eagerness, her intensity, awakened him to trust and sympathy. He

looked at her and nodded his head.

"Oh, I knew you would!" she breathed, thankfully. "And I'll stand by

you--you'll see! I've wanted a chance like this--a chance to make up for

some of the devilment he's done to folks--and some he's made me help at.

You know who I am, but none of the rest do--and they sha'n't. I'm a new

girl now. I want to make up for some of the badness that has been. It's

all over; but sometimes I hate the blood in my veins because--you know!

And if I can only do _some_ good--"

She paused, for the eyes of the paralyzed man had moved from her face, and

were resting on something back of her.

It was Overton! He entered and closed the door, and stood looking doubtful

and astonished, while 'Tana rose to her feet trembling and a little pale.

"How long--were you there?" she demanded, angrily.

He looked at her very steadily before making reply--such a curious,

searching look that she moved uneasily because of it; but her face

remained defiant.

"I just now opened the door," he said at last, speaking in a slow,

deliberate way. "I slipped here as quietly as I could, because they told

me you were asleep, and I must not make a noise. I got here just as you

were telling this man that no one but him should know who you were

before you came among us--that is all, I guess."

She had sat down on a seat close to Harris, and dropped her face in her

hands.

Overton stood with his back against the door, looking down at her. In his

eyes was a keen sorrow as she sat down in that despairing fashion, and

crept close to the stranger as though for refuge from _him_.

"I might have avoided telling what I heard," he continued; "but I don't

think that would be quite square among friends. Then, as I see you have

found a new acquaintance here, I thought maybe you would have something to

tell me if you knew what I heard you say to him."

But, kindly as his words were, she seemed to shrink from them.

"No; I can't. Oh, Mr. Dan, I can't--I can't," she muttered, with her head

still bowed on the arm of the chair occupied by Harris. "If you can't

trust me any more, I can't blame you. But I can't tell you--that's all."

"Then I'll just go down stairs again," he decided, "and you can finish

your talk with Harris. I'll keep the rest of the folks from interrupting

you as I did. But if you want me, little girl, you know I'll not be far

away."

The tears came in her eyes. His persistent kindness to her made her both

ashamed and glad, and she reached out her hand.

"Wait," she said, "maybe I have something to tell you," and she unfolded

the paper again and showed it to Harris.

"Shall I tell him? Would you rather he would be the man to do the

business?" she asked. "You know I'm willing, but I don't know enough

myself. Do you want him to be the man?"

Harris nodded his head.

With a look of relief on her face, she turned to Overton, who watched them

wonderingly.

"What sort of man is it you want? or what is it you want to tell me?"

"Only that I've found a plan of the ground where he made that rich find

the letter told of," she answered, with a bit of a tremble in her voice.

"He's never been able to look after it himself, and was afraid to trust

any one. But now--"

"And you have the plan--_you_, 'Tana?"

"Yes, I have it. I think I even know where the place is located.

But--don't ask me anything about how I got the plan. He knows, and is

satisfied--that is all."

"But, 'Tana, I don't understand. You are giving me surprises too thick

this evening. If he has found a rich yield of ore, and has taken you into

partnership, it means that you will be a rich woman. A streak of pay ore

can do more for you than a ranger like myself; so I guess you can afford

to drop me."

Her face fell forward in her hands again. The man in the chair looked at

her and then turned his eyes pleadingly to the other man, who remained

standing close to the door.

Overton recognized the pleading quality of the glance, and was filled with

amazement by it. Witchery seemed to have touched the stranger when

paralysis touched him, else he would not so quickly have changed from his

suspicion of the girl into that mute pleading for her.

She was trying so hard to keep back the tears, and in the effort her jaws

were set and her brows drawn together stormily. She looked to him as she

had looked in the lodge of Akkomi.

"You don't trust me," she said at last; "that's why you won't help us. But

you ought to, for I've never lied to you. If it's because I'm in it that

you won't have anything to do with the mine, I'll leave. I won't bother

you about that school. I won't bother you about anything. I'll help locate

the place if--if Joe here is willing; and then you two can be partners,

and I'll be out of it, for I can trust you to take care of him, and see

that the money does what it can for him. I can trust you if you can't me.

So you are the one to speak up. What is your answer?"