The Pioneers
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CHAPTER XX
"Davey!"
The Schoolmaster's voice went out with a glad note in it. He turnedaside from the men who were talking with him outside Mrs. Hegarty'sparlour. His arm stretched to grip the boy's hand.
But Davey swung past. He did not see or hear. He did not even know wherehe was going. He walked through darkness, surging darkness, though thenight was a clear one, stars diamond-bright on the inky-blue screen ofthe sky. The houses of the Wirree were white in the light. Deep shadowswere cast back from their walls as they squatted against the earth.
Davey turned the angle of the house into the stable yard.
Instinct carried him to it, and to the fence where his horse wastethered. There was a fluttered cackle of fowls, a startled yelping ofdogs, as he threw on his saddle and turned out of the yard, taking theroad to the hills.
The men outside Hegarty's, smoking and swopping yarns with theSchoolmaster, watched him go. Sparks of white fire flew from his horse'shoofs as they beat along the road.
"Young Davey's riding as though the devil were at his heels," someoneremarked, through teeth that gripped a pipe.
"Never seen him ride like that before," Thad McNab said.
Farrel did not speak; he wondered too what it was had sent the boy outinto the night like that. Half an hour before he had seen him dancingwith Jess Ross, and his face had just such a look as his mother's mighthave had when she was his age, and dancing.
He looked back into the room. Jess was sitting, a very forlorn, dejectedlittle figure on a bench by herself. Deirdre was dancing with Conal.
Instinctively he associated Davey's going with Deirdre.
They had been such good friends when they were children, and he hadimagined that they would be so glad to meet each other again.
He followed Deirdre as she danced with Conal. Conal was an old friend ofhis. He had seen a good deal of him since they left the hills, and fewmen had the place in the Schoolmaster's regard and affection that LongConal had. He had been with them on several of their wanderings, andDeirdre and he had always seemed to get on like brother and sistertogether, he thought. But now he saw the gleam in Conal's eyes as hebent over her, the tenderness in his swarthy face, Deirdre's smile, herswift glances, shy and alluring, her averted head. The way she laughedand moved were a revelation to him.
"So Deirdre's a woman and at woman's tricks," he thought.
She had been a child to him till this night. Conal with his sunburnt,bearded face, his rough hands, his eyes, bright with love and laughter,had made a woman of her, he told himself. And what had she made of him?The Schoolmaster saw his eyes on her neck where the dark curls gathereddewily.
He knew as much as there was to be known of Long Conal, knew that he hadflirted and drunk and sworn his way along all the stock routes in thecountry. He had kissed and ridden away times without number. But therewas something else in his eyes now, something that promised he wouldnever want to ride far, or long, from the sight of Deirdre.
The Schoolmaster was sure of that. For a moment he saw the girl'saverted face, the curve of her white neck, the little tendrils of hairclustering moist and jetty about her ears, her scarlet fluttering lips,as Conal might have seen them.
"She's a beautiful woman--Deirdre."
An uneasily-moving voice jerked suddenly behind him with sly, chucklinglaughter.
It was Thad McNab who spoke.
He grudged Mrs. Hegarty her gathering of young people and the patronageof Pat Glynn, but then she was able to run the place better than he, andalthough it was supposed to be her property, none knew better than thetwo of them that it was his as much as the Black Bull.
McNab came and stood in Mrs. Mary Ann's doorway sometimes when there wasdancing, and the joy of several of the dancers was quenched at the meresight of his shrivelled yellow face and pale eyes.
The Schoolmaster looked down at him. No man could afford to quarrel withMcNab.
"How old will she be now?" asked McNab.
"Eighteen," replied the Schoolmaster.
"She's the prettiest girl ever seen down this part of the world,"muttered old Salt Watson.
"Conal seems to think so."
It was Johnnie M'Laughlin who laughed.
"And who's Conal to think so? Isn't any girl on the roads good enoughfor him to play the fool to?" asked McNab, waspishly.
"Best not let him hear you say so, Thad."
McNab shook his shoulders.
"I'm not frightened of Conal. The rest of ye may be."
"Still you wouldn't like that fist of his about you, Thad," Salt Watsonmurmured, "and Conal isn't what y' might call a respecter of personswhen he's roused."
The Schoolmaster went into the dance-room. He crossed it in leisurelyfashion and went to Jessie. She was sitting staring before her, a mistof tears dimming her pretty eyes.
He did not go near Deirdre, did not look at her even. But Conal droppedher hand when the Schoolmaster came into the room, and a faint bird-likefear that had fluttered in Deirdre's eyes vanished.
A little later she came to him with a breath that was almost a sob.
"Can't we go now?" she said.
Looking into her eyes he saw the shine of tears in them. He had meant totalk very seriously to her on their way from Mrs. Hegarty's; but now shedemanded tenderness and not reproof. She seemed to have stumbled againstsomething she did not understand. She had dropped her armour ofgaiety--all her shy, bright glances, smiles, sighs and little airs andgraces. She had been playing with these women's weapons and had weariedof them, or perhaps she was surprised at their power, and troubled byit, he thought. There was a hurt expression he had never seen before inher eyes. She looked very young and tired.
He wrapped her up in her shawl, took her by the arm, and they went outinto the moonlight together, making their way to the Black Bull, wherethey were staying until they could find another home in the district.