Delphi Collected Works of Max Brand US, page 348
“The daughter of the colonel.”
“You’re in love with her? I’m glad to hear it, Garry. As a matter of fact I’ve been afraid that you were hunting in my own preserve, but if it’s the colonel’s daughter, you’re welcome to her. So you love the girl? She’s pretty, lad!”
“I love her?” said Donnegan in an indescribably tender voice. “I love her? Who am I to love her? A thief, a man-killer, a miserable play actor, a gambler, a drunkard. I love her? Bah!”
If there was one quality of the mind with which Lord Nick was less familiar than with all others, it was humbleness of spirit. He now abased his magnificent head, and resting his chin in the mighty palm of his hand, he stared with astonishment and commiseration into the face of Donnegan. He seemed to be learning new things every moment about his brother.
“Leave me out of the question,” said Donnegan.
“Can’t be done. If I leave you out, dear boy, there’s not one of them that I care a hang about; I’d ride roughshod over the whole lot. I’ve done it before to better men than these!”
“Then you’ll change, I know. This is the fact of the matter. She loves Landis. And if you take Landis away where will you put him?”
“Where he was stolen away. In Lebrun’s.”
“And what will be in Lebrun’s?”
“Joe Rix to guard him and the old negress to nurse him.”’
“No, no! Nelly Lebrun will be there!”
“Eh? Are you glancing at her, now?”
“Henry, you yourself know that Landis is mad about that girl.”
“Oh, she’s flirted a bit with him. Turned the fool’s head. He’ll come out of it safe. She won’t break his heart. I’ve seen her work on others!”
He chuckled at the memory.
“What do I care about Landis?” said Donnegan with unutterable scorn. “It’s the girl. You’ll break her heart, Henry; and if you do I’ll never forgive you.”
“Steady, lad. This is a good deal like a threat.”
“No, no, no! Not a threat, heaven knows!”
“By heaven!” exclaimed Lord Nick. “I begin to be irritated to see you stick on a silly point like this. Listen to me, lad. Do you mean to say that you are making all! this trouble about a slip of a girl?”
“The heart of a girl,” said Donnegan calmly.
“Let Landis go; then take her in your arms and kiss her worries away. I warrant you can do it! I gather from Nell that you’re not tongue-tied around women!”
“I?” echoed Donnegan, turning pale. “Don’t jest at this, Henry. I’m as serious as death. She’s the type of woman made to love one man, and one man only. Landis may be common as dirt; but she doesn’t see it. She’s fastened her heart on him. I looked in on her a little while ago. She turned white when she saw me. I brought Landis to her, but she hates me because I had to shoot him down.”
“Garry,” said the big man with a twinkle in his eye, “you’re in love!”
It shook Donnegan to the core, but he replied instantly; “If I were in love, don’t you suppose that I would have shot to kill when I met Landis?”
At this his brother blinked, frowned, and shook his head. The point was apparently plain to him and wiped out his previous convictions. Also, it eased his mind.
“Then you don’t love the girl?”
“I?”
“Either way, my hands are cleared of the worry. If you want her, let me take Landis. If you don’t want her, what difference does it make to you except silly sentiment?”
Donnegan made no answer.
“If she comes to Lebrun’s house, I’ll see that Nell doesn’t bother him too much.”
“Can you control her? If she wants to see this fool can you keep her away, and if she goes to him can you control her smiling?”
“Certainly,” said Lord Nick, but he flushed heavily.
Donnegan smiled.
“She’s a devil of a girl,” admitted Henry Reardon. “But this is beside the point: which is, that you’re sticking on a matter that means everything to me, and which is only a secondhand interest to you — a point of sentiment. You pity the girl. What’s pity? Bah! I pity a dog in the street, but would I cross you, Garry, lad, to save the dog? Sentiment, I say, silly sentiment.”
Donnegan rose.
“It was a silly sentiment,” he said hoarsely, “that put me on the road following you, Henry. It was a silly sentiment that turned me into a wastrel, a wanderer, a man without a home and without friends.”
“It’s wrong to throw that in my face,” muttered Lord Nick.
“It is. And I’m sorry for it. But I want you to see that matters of sentiment may be matters of life and death with me.”
“Aye, if it were for you it would be different. I might see my way clear — but for a girl you have only a distant interest in—”
“It is a matter of whether or not her heart shall be broken.”
“Come, come. Let’s talk man talk. Besides, girls’ hearts don’t break in this country. You’re old-fashioned.”
“I tell you the question of her happiness is worth more than a dozen lives like yours and mine.”
There had been a gathering impatience in Lord Nick. Now he, also, leaped to his feet; a giant.
“Tell me in one word: You stick on this point?”
“In one word — yes!”
“Then you deny me, Garry. You set me aside for a silly purpose of your own — a matter that really doesn’t mean much to you. It shows me where I stand in your eyes — and nothing between the devil and the moon shall make me sidestep!”
They remained silent, staring at each other. Lord Nick stood with a flush of anger growing; Donnegan became whiter than ever, and he stiffened himself to his full height, which, in all who knew him well, was the danger signal.
“You take Landis?” he said softly.
“I do.”
“Not,” said Donnegan, “while I live!”
“You mean—” cried Lord Nick.
“I mean it!”
They had been swept back to the point at which that strangest of scenes began, but this time there was an added element — horror.
“You’d fight?”
“To the death, Henry!”
“Garry, if one of us should kill the other, he’d be cursed forever!”
“I know it.”
“And she’s worth even this?”
“A thousand times more! What are we? Dust in the wind; dust in the wind. But a woman like that is divine, Henry!”
Lord Nick swayed a little, setting himself in balance like an animal preparing for the leap.
“If it comes to the pinch, it is you who will die,” he said.
“You’ve no chance against me, Garry. And I swear to you that I won’t weaken. You prove that you don’t care for me. You put another above me. It’s my pride, my life, that you’d sacrifice to the whim of a girl!” His passion choked him.
“Are you ready?” said Donnegan.
“Yes!”
“Move first!”
“I have never formed the habit.”
“Nor I! You fool, take what little advantage you can, because it won’t help you in the end.”
“You shall see. I have a second sight, Henry, and it shows me you dead on the floor there, looking bigger than ever, and I see the gun smoking in my hand and my heart as dead as ashes! Oh, Henry, if there were only some other way!”
They were both pale now.
“Aye,” murmured Lord Nick, “if we could find a judge. My hand turns to lead when I think of fighting you, Garry.”
Perspiration stood on the face of Donnegan.
“Name a judge; I’ll abide by the decision.”
“Some man—”
“No, no. What man could understand me? A woman, Henry!”
“Nell Lebrun.”
“The girl who loves you? You want me to plead before her?”
“Put her on her honor and she’ll be as straight as a string with both of us.”
For a moment Donnegan considered, and at length: “She loves you, Henry. You have that advantage. You have only to let her know that this is a vital matter to you and she’ll speak as you wish her to speak.”
“Nonsense. You don’t know her. You’ve seen yourself that no man can control her absolutely.”
“Make a concession.”
“A thousand, Garry, dear boy, if they’ll get us clear from this horrible mess.”
“Only this. Leave The Corner for a few hours. Give me until — tonight. Let me see Nelly during that time. You’ve had years to work on her. I want only this time to put my own case before her.”
“Thank heaven that we’re coming to see light and a way out!”
“Aye, Henry.”
The big man wiped his forehead and sighed in his relief.
“A minute ago I was ready — but we’ll forget all this. What will you do? How will you persuade Nelly? I almost think that you intend to make love to her, Garry!”
The little man turned paler still.
“It is exactly what I intend,” he said quietly.
The brow of Lord Nick darkened solemnly, and then he forced a laugh.
“She’ll be afraid to turn me down, Garry. But try your own way.” He bit his lips. “Why, if you influence her that way — do it. What’s a fickle jade to me? Nothing!”
“However I do it, you’ll stick by her judgment, Henry?”
The perspiration had started on Lord Nick’s forehead again. Doubt swayed him, but pride forced him on.
“I’ll come again tonight,” he said gloomily. “I’ll meet you in — Milligan’s?”
“In Milligan’s, then.”
Lord Nick, without a word of farewell, stamped across the hut and out.
As for Donnegan, he stepped backward, his legs buckled beneath him, and when big George entered, with a scared face, he found the little man half sitting on the bunk, half lying against the wall with the face and the staring eyes of a dead man.
CHAPTER 34
IT WAS A long time before Donnegan left the hut, and when he came out the crowd which had gathered to watch the fight, or at least to mark the reports of the guns when those two terrible warriors met, was scattered. There remained before Donnegan only the colonel in his invalid’s chair. Even from the distance one could see that his expression was changed, and when the little red-headed man came near the colonel looked up to him with something akin to humility.
“Donnegan,” he said, stopping the other as Donnegan headed for the door of the hut, “Donnegan, don’t go in there just now.”
Donnegan turned and came slowly toward him.
“The reason,” said the colonel, “is that you probably won’t receive a very cheery reception. Unfortunate — very unfortunate. Lou has turned wrong-headed for the first time in her life and she won’t listen to reason.”
He chuckled softly.
“I never dreamed there was so much of my metal in her. Blood will tell, my boy; blood will tell. And when you finally get her you’ll find that she’s worth waiting for.”
“Let me tell you a secret,” said Donnegan dryly. “I am no longer waiting for her!”
“Ah?” smiled the colonel. “Of course not. This bringing of Landis to her — it was all pure self-sacrifice. It was not an attempt to soften her heart. It was not a cunning maneuver. Tush! Of course not!”
“I am about to make a profound remark,” said Donnegan carelessly.
“By all means.”
“You read the minds of other people through a colored glass, colonel. You see yourself everywhere.”
“In other words I put my own motives into the actions and behind the actions of people? Perhaps. I am full of weaknesses. Very full. In the meantime let me tell you one important thing — if you have not made the heart of Lou tender toward you, you have at least frightened her.”
The jaw on Donnegan set.
“Excellent!” he said huskily.
“Perhaps better than you think; and to keep you abreast with the times, you must know another thing. Lou has a silly idea that you are a lost soul, Donnegan, but she attributes your fall entirely to my weakness. Nothing can convince her that you did not intend to kill Landis; nothing can convince her that you did not act on my inspiration. I have tried arguing. Bah! she overwhelmed me with her scorn. You are a villain, says Lou, and I have made you one. And for the first time in my memory of her, her eyes fill with tears.”
“Tears?”
“Upon my honor, and when a girl begins to weep about a man I don’t need to say he is close to her heart.”
“You are full of maxims, Colonel Macon.”
“As a nut is full of meat. Old experience, you know. In the meantime Lou is perfectly certain that I intend to make away with Landis. Ha, ha, ha!” The laughter of the colonel was a cheery thunder, and soft as with distance. “Landis is equally convinced. He begs Lou not to fall asleep lest I should steal in on him. She hardly dares leave him to cook his food. I actually think she would have been glad to see that fiend, Lord Nick, take Landis away!”
Donnegan smiled wanly. But could he tell her, poor girl, the story of Nelly Lebrun? Landis, in fear of his life, was no doubt at this moment pouring out protestations of deathless affection.
“And they both consider you an archdemon for keeping Lord Nick away!”
Again Donnegan winced, and coughed behind his hand to cover it.
“However,” went on the colonel, “when it comes to matters with the hearts of women, I trust to time. Time alone will show her that Landis is a puppy.”
“In the meantime, colonel, she keeps you from coming near Landis?”
“Not at all! You fail to understand me and my methods, dear boy. I have only to roll my chair into the room and sit and smile at Jack in order to send him into an hysteria of terror. It is amusing to watch. And I can be there while Lou is in the room and through a few careful innuendoes convey to Landis my undying determination to either remove him from my path and automatically become his heir, or else secure from him a legal transfer of his rights to the mines.”
“I have learned,” said Donnegan, “that Landis has not the slightest claim to them himself. And that you set him on the trail of the claims by trickery.”
The colonel did not wince.
“Of course not,” said the fat trickster. “Not the slightest right. My claim is a claim of superior wits, you see. And in the end all your labor shall be rewarded, for my share will go to Lou and through her it shall come to you. No?”
“Quite logical.”
The colonel disregarded the other’s smile.
“But I have a painful confession to make.”
“Well?”
“I misjudged you, Donnegan. A moment since, when I was nearly distraught with disappointment, I said some most unpleasant things to you.”
“I have forgotten them.”
But the colonel raised his strong forefinger and shook his head, smiling.
“No, no, Donnegan. If you deny it, I shall know that you are harboring the most undying grudge against me. As a matter of fact, I have just had an interview with Lord Nick, and the cursed fellow put my nerves on edge.”
The colonel made a wry face.
“And when you came, I saw no manner in which you could possibly thwart him.”
His eyes grew wistful.
“Between friends — as a son to his future father,” he said softly, “can’t you tell me what the charm was that you used on. Nick to send him away? I watched him come out of the shack. He was in a fury. I could see that by the way his head thrust out between his big shoulders. And when he went down the hill he was striding like a giant, but every now and then he would stop short, and his head would go up as if he were tempted to turn around and go back, but didn’t quite have the nerve. Donnegan, tell me the trick of it?”
“Willingly. I appealed to his gambling instinct.”
“Which leaves me as much in the dark as ever.”
But Donnegan smiled in his own peculiar and mirthless manner and he went on to the hut. Not that he expected a cheery greeting from Lou Macon, but he was drawn by the same perverse instinct which tempts a man to throw himself from a great height. At the door he paused a moment. He could distinguish no words, but he caught the murmur of Lou’s voice as she talked to Jack Landis, and it had that infinitely gentle quality which only a woman’s voice can have, and only when she nurses the sick. It was a pleasant torture to Donnegan to hear it. At length he summoned his resolution and tapped at the door.
The voice of Lou Macon stopped. He heard a hurried and whispered consultation. What did they expect? Then swift foot-falls on the floor, and she opened the door. There was a smile of expectancy on her lips; her eyes were bright; but when she saw Donnegan her lips pinched in. She stared at him as if he were a ghost.
“I knew; I knew!” she said piteously, falling back a step but still keeping her hand upon the knob of the door as if to block the way to Donnegan. “Oh, Jack, he has killed Lord Nick and now he is here—”
To do what? To kill Landis in turn? Her horrified eyes implied as much. He saw Landis in the distance raise himself upon one elbow and his face was gray, not with pain but with dread.
“It can’t be!” groaned Landis.
“Lord Nick is alive,” said Donnegan. “And I have not come here to torment you; I have only come to ask that you let me speak with you alone for a moment, Lou!”
He watched her face intently. All the cabin was in deep shadow, but the golden hair of the girl glowed as if with an inherent light of its own, and the same light touched her face. Jack Landis was stricken with panic: he stammered in a dreadful eagerness of fear.
“Don’t leave me, Lou. You know what it means. He wants to get you out of the way so that the colonel can be alone with me. Don’t go, Lou! Don’t go!”
As though she saw how hopeless it was to try to bar Donnegan by closing the door against him, she fell back to the bed. She kept her eye on the little man, as if to watch against a surprise attack, and, fumbling behind her, her hand found the hand of Landis and closed over it with the reassurance of a mother.
“Don’t be afraid, Jack. I won’t leave you. Not unless they carry me away by force.”
