CHAPTER XVII
THE PRODIGAL SON
They found the prodigal son with his sister and Laura London at the DelMar. Repentance was writ large all over his face and manner. From Davisand from the girls he had heard the story of how Soapy Stone had intendedto destroy him. His scheme of life had been broken into pieces and he wasa badly shaken young scamp.
When Luck and Curly came into the room he jumped up, very white about thelips.
"Father!"
"My boy!"
Cullison had him by the hand, one arm around the shaking shoulders.
"What----what----?"
Sam's question broke down, but his father guessed it.
"Soapy and Bad Bill were killed, Dutch is a prisoner, and Blackwellescaped. All Spring Valley is out after him."
The boy was aghast. "My God!"
"Best thing for all of us. Soapy meant to murder you. If it hadn't beenfor Curly----"
"Are you sure?"
"No question about it. He brought no horse for you to ride away on. Billadmitted it, though he didn't know what was planned. Curly heard Soapy askBlackwell whether he had seen your body."
The boy shuddered and drew a long sobbing, breath. "I've been a fool,Father--and worse."
"Forget it, son. We'll wipe the slate clean. I've been to blame too."
It was no place for outsiders. Curly beat a retreat into the next room.The young women followed him. Both of them were frankly weeping. Armstwined about each other's waists, they disappeared into an adjoiningbedroom.
"Don't go," Kate called to him over her shoulder.
Curly sat down and waited. Presently Kate came back alone. Her shiningeyes met his.
"I never was so happy in all my life before. Tell me whathappened--everything please."
As much as was good for her to know Curly told. Without saying a word shelistened till he was through. Then she asked a question.
"Won't Dutch tell about Sam being in it?"
"Don't matter if he does. Evidence of an accomplice not enough to convict.Soapy overshot himself. I'm here to testify that Sam and he quarrelledbefore Sam left. Besides, Dutch won't talk. I drilled it into him thoroughthat he'd better take his medicine without bringing Sam in."
She sat for a long time looking out of the window without moving. She didnot make the least sound, but the young man knew she was crying softly toherself. At last she spoke in a low sweet voice.
"What can we do for you? First you save Father and then Sam. You riskedeverything for my brother--to win him back to us, to save his life and nowhis reputation. If you had been killed people would always have believedyou were one of the gang."
"Sho! That's nonsense, Miss Kate." He twisted his hat in his handuneasily. "Honest, I enjoyed every bit of it. And a fellow has to pay hisdebts."
"Was that why you did it?" she asked softly.
"Yes. I had to make good. I had to show your father and you that I had notthrown away all your kindness. So I quit travelling that downhill road onwhich I had got started."
"I'm glad--I'm so glad." She whispered it so low he could hardly hear.
"There was one way to prove myself. That was to stand between Sam andtrouble. So I butted in and spoiled Soapy's game."
"I wish I could tell you how fine Father thinks it was of you. He doesn'tspeak of it much, but I know."
"Nothing to what I did--nothing at all." A wave of embarrassment had creptto the roots of his curly hair. "Just because a fellow--Oh, shucks!"
"That's all very well for you to say, but you can't help us thinking whatwe please."
"But that ain't right. I don't want you thinking things that ain't sobecause----"
"Yes? Because----?"
She lifted her eyes and met his. Then she knew it had to come out, thatthe feeling banked in him would overflow in words.
"Because you're the girl I love."
He had not intended to say it now, lest he might seem to be urging hisservices as a claim upon her. But the words had slipped out in spite ofhim.
She held out her two hands to him with a little gesture of surrender. Thelight of love was in her starry eyes.
And then----
She was in his arms, and the kisses he had dreamed about were on hislips.