第25章 IN SIGHT OF THE BLUE WALL ONCE MORE(3)

``If you were going to Kaintuckee--'' I began, and faltered.For he stared at me very hard.

``Kaintuckee!'' he said.``There's a country! But it's full of blood and Injun varmints now.Would you leave Polly Ann and go to Kaintuckee?''

``Are you going?'' I said.

``I reckon I am,'' he said, ``as soon as I kin.''

``Will you take me?'' I asked, breathless.``I--Iwon't be in your way, and I can walk--and--shoot game.

At that he bent back his head and laughed, which made me redden with anger.Then he turned and looked at me more soberly.

``You're a queer little piece,'' said he.``Why do you want to go thar?''

``I want to find Tom McChesney for Polly Ann,'' Isaid.

He turned away his face.

``A good-for-nothing scamp,'' said he.

``I have long thought so,'' I said.

He laughed again.It was a laugh that made me want to join him, had I not been irritated.

``And he's a scamp, you say.And why?''

``Else he would be coming back to Polly Ann.''

``Mayhap he couldn't,'' said the stranger.

``Chauncey Dike said he went off with another girl into Kaintuckee.''

``And what did Polly Ann say to that?'' the stranger demanded.

``She asked Chauncey if Tom McChesney gave him the scalps he had on his belt.''

At that he laughed in good earnest, and slapped his breech-clouts repeatedly.All at once he stopped, and stared up the ridge.

``Is that Polly Ann?'' said he.

I looked, and far up the trail was a speck.

``I reckon it is,'' I answered, and wondered at his eyesight.``She travels over to see Tom McChesney's Ma once in a while.''

He looked at me queerly.

``I reckon I'll go here and sit down, Davy,'' said he, ``so's not to be in the way.'' And he walked around the corner of the house.

Polly Ann sauntered down the trail slowly, as was her wont after such an occasion.And the man behind the house twice whispered with extreme caution, ``How near is she?'' before she came up the path.

``Have you been lonesome, Davy?'' she said.

``No,'' said I, ``I've had a visitor.''

``It's not Chauncey Dike again?'' she said.``He doesn't dare show his face here.''

``No, it wasn't Chauncey.This man would like to have seen you, Polly Ann.He--'' here I braced myself,--``he knew Tom McChesney.He called him a good-for-nothing scamp.''

``He did--did he!'' said Polly Ann, very low.``Ireckon it was good for him I wasn't here.''

I grinned.

``What are you laughing at, you little monkey,'' said Polly Ann, crossly.`` 'Pon my soul, sometimes I reckon you are a witch.''

``Polly Ann,'' I said, ``did I ever do anything but good to you?''

She made a dive at me, and before I could escape caught me in her strong young arms and hugged me.

``You're the best friend I have, little Davy,'' she cried.

``I reckon that's so,'' said the stranger, who had risen and was standing at the corner.

Polly Ann looked at him like a frightened doe.And as she stared, uncertain whether to stay or fly, the color surged into her cheeks and mounted to her fair forehead.

``Tom!'' she faltered.

``I've come back, Polly Ann,'' said he.But his voice was not so clear as a while ago.

Then Polly Ann surprised me.

``What made you come back?'' said she, as though she didn't care a minkskin.Whereat Mr.McChesney shifted his feet.

``I reckon it was to fetch you, Polly Ann.''

``I like that!'' cried she.``He's come to fetch me, Davy.'' That was the first time in months her laugh had sounded natural.``I heerd you fetched one gal acrost the mountains, and now you want to fetch another.''

``Polly Ann,'' says he, ``there was a time when you knew a truthful man from a liar.''

``That time's past,'' retorted she; ``I reckon all men are liars.What are ye tom-foolin' about here for, Tom McChesney, when yere Ma's breakin' her heart? I wonder ye come back at all.''

``Polly Ann,'' says he, very serious, ``I ain't a boaster.

But when I think what I come through to git here, I wonder that I come back at all.The folks shut up at Harrod's said it was sure death ter cross the mountains now.

I've walked two hundred miles, and fed seven times, and my sculp's as near hangin' on a Red Stick's belt as I ever want it to be.''

``Tom McChesney,'' said Polly Ann, with her hands on her hips and her sunbonnet tilted, ``that's the longest speech you ever made in your life.''

I declare I lost my temper with Polly Ann then, nor did I blame Tom McChesney for turning on his heel and walking away.But he had gone no distance at all before Polly Ann, with three springs, was at his shoulder.

``Tom!'' she said very gently.

He hesitated, stopped, thumped the stock of his gun on the ground, and wheeled.He looked at her doubtingly, and her eyes fell to the ground.

``Tom McChesney,'' said she, ``you're a born fool with wimmen.

``Thank God for that,'' said he, his eyes devouring her.

``Ay,'' said she.And then, ``You want me to go to Kaintuckee with you?''

``That's what I come for,'' he stammered, his assurance all run away again.

``I'll go,'' she answered, so gently that her words were all but blown away by the summer wind.He laid his rifle against a stump at the edge of the corn-field, but she bounded clear of him.Then she stood, panting, her eyes sparkling.

``I'll go,'' she said, raising her finger, ``I'll go for one thing.''

``What's that?'' he demanded.

``That you'll take Davy along with us.''

This time Tom had her, struggling like a wild thing in his arms, and kissing her black hair madly.As for me, I might have been in the next settlement for all they cared.And then Polly Ann, as red as a holly berry, broke away from him and ran to me, caught me up, and hid her face in my shoulder.Tom McChesney stood looking at us, grinning, and that day I ceased to hate him.

``There's no devil ef I don't take him, Polly Ann,'' said he.``Why, he was a-goin' to Kaintuckee ter find me for you.''

``What?'' said she, raising her head.

``That's what he told me afore he knew who I was.

He wanted to know ef I'd fetch him thar.''

``Little Davy!'' cried Polly Ann.