_Chapter XV_
"It strikes me," said Summerling sarcastically, "that there's mightyfunny goings-on here to-night. I show up to marry one man to a girl andnex' thing I know I peek in a winder and see----"
"Never mind that," cut in King hastily. "You are going to marry herafter all. Only to another man."
"Meanin' you, Mark?" demanded Jim. On his honest old face was a look ofutter bewilderment; for the life of him he couldn't decide whether he orevery one else had gone crazy.
King flushed under the look, but nodded and managed a calm "Yes, Jim."
Summerling cleared his throat and thereafter scratched his head.
"It's irregular. I told Gratton that. But he said there was--wasextenuatin' circumstances and all that. Hadn't been time for a licence.It's irregular; don't know as I mightn't get in trouble for it----"
"The marriage would be binding, wouldn't it?" demanded King.
"Sure it would; once I said 'man and wife' nary man could set _that_aside. But, if any one wanted to get _me_ in bad, seeing there's nolicence--well, it would make trouble with my bondsmen and they'd maketrouble with me."
King silenced the man with a scowl and led him and Jim into theliving-room, closing the door. It was unthinkable that Gloria shouldhear a lot of talk about why's and how's. For Gloria, it struck him, hadundergone enough for one day. "Look here," he said to Summerling then,"either you will or you won't. If you won't, then Miss Gaynor and myselfwill go elsewhere. Now, which is it?"
"Gratton promised me a hundred dollars," muttered the "judge." "And hecleared out without taking the trouble to pay me."
King's face cleared. His cheque for a hundred dollars decided the"judge."
"That's a might of money to pay the old duffer for one night's work,Mark," muttered Jim. "Strikes me that way, anyhow."
A might of money! King laughed.
"Now if you folks are ready," said Summerling, grown impatient themoment the cheque was in his pocket, "I've got a long ride ahead of me."
This time Gloria did not keep them waiting. She came down the staircaseto Mark King standing at the bottom. In her pink dress, like athistledown, floating down to him. He was thinking--she, too,remembered--how for the first time they had met thus. She smiled at him;she put out her two hands to him as she had done that other time. Andright there they were married--on Gus Ingle's old Bible.
"It's done!" whispered Mark, bending over her. "You are mine now; minefor all time, Gloria. And, girl of mine," he added reverently, "may Goddeal with me as I deal with you."
"It's done!" In an awed little voice came Gloria's response, like anecho. Mark King had seen her across the quicksands.
Jim and the "judge" had gone. They two were alone in the still house.Gloria was nervous; King could see that and thought that he understood.So he went for wood, made a cheery blaze in the fireplace, and drew twochairs up to it.
"Tell me about papa's letter," said Gloria hastily Had there not beenthat obvious topic she would have caught at another, any other. "Hedidn't tell me how badly he was hurt or what had happened."
King put out his hand for hers, and while Gloria looked into the fireand he looked into her face, he told her. At the end he brought out GusIngle's Bible and read to her what was written in it. All the time thathis eyes were occupied she watched him eagerly, a little anxiously. Butby the time he had finished she had been intrigued for the moment out ofher own self-centred thoughts, her fancies caught by all that underlaythis crude tale of treasure and murder, of lust for gold, of treacheryand lonely death.
"And you know where it is?"
"I can go to it as straight as a string. Two days to get to it and tostake a claim; two days to come out with a couple of horses loaded tothe guards. And that itself means a fortune, if it's clean, raw gold, aswould seem to be the case. We need not fear the poorhouse, you and I,Mrs. King!"
"But Brodie? And Mr. Gratton?"
"They don't know where it is! They can't know, since we've got theBible, and Honeycutt was dead before they got to him! If they knew theywould have been on their way already. And I'll be striking out beforedawn, leaving no such trail that they can follow it in a hurry, even ifthey should seek to. No; Brodie and Gratton and the rest of them havelost the game!"
"You are going so soon? Papa wanted that?"
"He wanted me to telephone as soon as I got this." He rose, lingeringover her. "We mustn't forget him, even for our own happiness." Hebrushed her hair with his lips; he hastened the few steps to thetelephone in Ben's study.
"I--I am going upstairs, Mark," called Gloria after him.
"All right, Queen of the World," he answered her. "I'm just to phone ina message for him. It won't take me five minutes to get it done; just tosay: 'Tell Ben that I start at dawn and that he's got my word for itthat nothing's going to stop me! And--that I've just married Gloria!'"
But he was at the telephone longer than he thought to be. The operatorbuzzed into his ear as he took down the receiver; San Francisco wastrying to get a message through. For Gloria Gaynor. Would he take themessage? Then an operator in San Francisco, droning the words: "For MissGloria Gaynor. Your father is hurt in Coloma. Just sent me word. Saysnot dangerously, but I must go to him immediately. Meet me there.Mamma."
"Got it," said King, and San Francisco rang off. Thereafter he got hisown message through; he wondered how Mrs. Gaynor would take the news ofher new son-in-law. Ben would be glad; he was sure of Ben.
Gloria was still upstairs. King sat in front of the fire, staring intothe flames, listening to the wind in the chimney, waiting for Gloria.When time passed and she did not come, he went softly upstairs and toher door. It was closed and he knocked lightly, then dropped his hand tothe knob, awaiting her voice.
His knuckles had hardly brushed the door, this door which he approachedin reverence; Gloria had not even heard him. He called softly, his voicelittle above a whisper:
"Gloria!" He heard her move; for a moment she did not answer. He couldnot know how she stood, scarcely breathing, her hands at her breast; norhow, now that the great step was taken, she was again half-frightened,half-regretful, altogether bewildered and uncertain. Of herself, of him,of everything----
"Is it you, Mark?"
"Yes. May I come in, Gloria?"
"Please, Mark. It's all so new, so strange ... I intended to come rightback downstairs, but I'm so tired, Mark. And I want to be alone alittle; to think. I haven't had time to think of anything! You don'tmind, do you, Mark?"
He answered promptly and heartily, refusing to allow himself to harboura shadow of disappointment.
"No. No, of course not. You will go right to bed? I know you must behalf-dead for sleep."
"Yes." There was a note of eagerness in the voice coming to him frombeyond the shut door.
"There was a message from your mother; she has gone to your father andwanted you to meet her there. But we will talk of that later."
"Yes.... Good-night, Mark."
"Aren't you going to kiss me good-night?" he asked, hesitating a littlebetween the words. His new privilege, a lover's, a husband's, was not anhour old; he felt strangely shy as he spoke softly to her.
"Please, Mark! I am terribly tired out, and--and I'm afraid I've mislaidthe key, and----"
That hurt him; his eyes darkened with the quick pain that came to himfrom her words. He had hoped that Gloria had known him better than that.
"You need never lock your door against me, my dear," he told her gently."I don't want you to be afraid of me. Why, God bless you, I wouldn'ttouch the hem of your dress if you didn't want me to."
"Yes," said Gloria. "I know. You are so good, Mark. But now----"
"I am going," he returned tenderly, "to sit by the fire and think. Justto soak myself in the realization," he added with a happy laugh, "thatyou are mine."
"Before you go in the morning you will come to my door?"
"If you want me to...."
"Of course, Mark."
"Then--good-night, dear."
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nbsp; "Good-night, Mark."