CHAPTER XXIII
A SHY YOUNG MAN DINES
Ramona met Arthur Ridley face to face just outside of the post-office.
"You dandy boy!" she cried, and held out both hands to him. Her eyeswere shining. The gifts of friendship and admiration were in them.
He could not find a word to say. A lump rose in his throat and chokedhim.
"It was just fine of you--fine!" she told him. "I was so glad to hearthat a friend of mine did it. You _are_ still my friend, aren't you?"
"If you'll let me be," he said humbly. "But--I haven't done anything todeserve it."
"Everybody's praising you because you stayed with that Dinsmore man andsaved his life at the risk of your own--after he had treated you so meantoo. I'm so proud of you."
"You needn't be," he answered bluntly. "I wanted to slip away and leavehim. I--I proposed it to Jack Roberts. But he wouldn't have it. He laidthe law down. One of us had to go, one stay. I hadn't the nerve to go,so I stayed."
"I don't believe it--not for a minute," came her quick, indignantresponse. "And if you did--what of it? It isn't what we want to do thatcounts. It's what we really do!"
He shook his head wistfully. He would have liked to believe her, but hefelt there was no credit due him.
"I fought because I had to if I was going to save my own skin. I haven'ttold any one else this, but I can't have you thinking me game when Iknow I'm not."
"Was it to save yourself you flung yourself down in front of father andlet that awful man Dinsmore shoot at you?" she demanded, eyes flashing.
"A fellow can't stand by and see some one murdered without lifting ahand. I didn't have time to get frightened that time."
"Well, all I've got to say is that you're the biggest goose I ever saw,Art Ridley. Here you've done two fine things and you go around trying toshow what a big coward you are."
He smiled gravely. "I'm not advertising it. I told you because--"
"--Because you're afraid I'll think too well of you."
"Because I want you to know me as I am."
"Then if I'm to know you as you are I'll have to get a chance to seewhat you really are. Dad and Auntie and I will expect you to supperto-morrow night."
"Thank you. I'll be there."
Casually she enlarged her invitation. "I don't suppose you'll see thatvery shy young man, Mr. Roberts."
"I might."
"Then, will you ask him to come too? I'm going to find out whether youacted as scared as you say you did."
"Jack knows how scared I was, but he won't tell. Sure I'll get word tohim."
He did. At precisely six o'clock the two young men appeared at the homeof Clint Wadley's sister. The Ranger was a very self-conscious guest. Itwas the first time he had dined with ladies at their home since he hadlost his own mother ten years earlier. He did not know what to do withhis hands and feet. The same would have been true of his hat if Ramonahad not solved that problem by taking it from him. His tongue clove tothe roof of his mouth. He felt a good deal warmer than the actualtemperature of the room demanded.
But Ramona noticed from the background that as soon as she and her auntretired from the scene his embarrassment vanished. This slim, brownyoung man was quite at his ease with Clint Wadley, much more so thanyoung Ridley. He was essentially a man's man, and his young hostessliked him none the less for that.
She made a chance to talk with him alone after supper. They werestanding in the parlor near the window. Ramona pressed the end of herlittle finger against a hole in the pane.
"I wonder if you'd like me to sing 'Swanee River' for you, Mr. Roberts?"she asked.
He did not mind being teased. By this time he had regained hisconfidence. He had discovered that she would not bite even though shemight laugh at him in a friendly way.
"You sing it fine," he said.
"I wasn't singing it for you the other time, but forMr.--what's-his-name, Gurley?"
"I couldn't very well have you keep shoutin' out, 'I'm a girl,' so Ifigured--?"
"I know what you figured, sir. You wanted to take all the chances thatwere taken. Father says it was the quickest-witted thing he ever knew."She shot another dart at him, to his confusion. "Do you like my voice?"
"Well, ma'am, I--"
"You don't have to tell any stories. I see you don't."
Jack took heart. "If you're fishin' for a compliment--"
"What a tactful thing to tell a girl," she said, smiling.
"--I'll tell you that I never heard you sing better."
"Or worse, for that matter," she added; and with one of her swiftchanges of mood switched the topic of conversation. "How do you like ArtRidley?"
"He'll do to take along."
"That's not the way he talks. He says he--he wanted to run away from theisland and leave that man Dinsmore, but you wouldn't let him." Her eyesmet his very directly.
"He's a great lad for imaginin' things. I never want to see any one holdup his end better."
"You mean that he _didn't_ say he wanted to leave Dinsmore?"
With her gaze searching him so steadily, it had to be an out-and-out lieto serve. Jack lied competently. "Not a word."
Her little finger tapped the hole in the pane gently while shereflected. "He told me--"
"That boy's still worryin' about losin' that money for Mr. Wadley, don'tyou reckon? He's got it tucked in his mind that a game man never wouldhave been robbed. So he's decided he must be yellow. Nothin' to ita-tall. No quitter ever would have stood off those Kiowas like he did."
"That's what I think." She turned to the Ranger again, noddingagreement. "You've relieved my mind. I shouldn't like to think that--"
She let her sentence trail out to nothing. Jack Roberts guessed itsconclusion. She wouldn't like to think that the man she loved was notgame.
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