CHAPTER XXII--SERVICE COURAGEOUS
There was no escape from the wolf's attack, even had Ruth desired toevade the encounter. The beast's flaming eyes showed his savageintention only too plainly. To turn and run at this juncture would havemeant death for the brave girl. She stood at bay, the heavy bone poisedto strike, and let the creature approach.
He leaped, and with all her strength--and that was not slight--she struckhim. The wolf was knocked sideways to the ground. She followed up theattack with a second and a third blow before he could recover hisfooting.
The wound in his shoulder had bled a good deal, and Freckles' hard hoofshad crippled one leg. He could not jump about with agility, and althoughhe was no coward, he was slow in returning to the charge.
When he did, Ruth struck again, and with good effect. Again and againshe beat him off. He once caught her skirt and tore it from thewaist-binding; but she eluded his powerful claws and struck him downagain. Then, falling upon him unmercifully, she beat his head into thehard ground until he was all torn and bleeding and could not see toscramble at her.
It was an awful experience for the girl; but she conquered herantagonist before her strength was spent. When he lay, twitching hislimbs in the final throes, she staggered back to where her pony stoodand there, leaning upon his neck, sobbed and shook for several minutes,while Freckles put his soft nose into her palm and nuzzled hercomfortably.
"Oh, oh, Freckles! what a terrible thing!" she sobbed. "He's dead! he'sdead!"
She could say nothing more, nor could she recover her self-possessionfor some time. Then she climbed into the saddle and turned the pony'shead toward the deserted huts without once looking back at theblood-bedabbled body and the gory club.
At the camp, however, she was once more her own mistress. The fact thatshe must attend the sick man bolstered up her courage. She hobbledFreckles again and recovered the bucket of water. John Cox (if that washis name) raged in his fever and clutched at his precious coat, and wasnot quiet again until she had cooled his head and hands with the freshwater.
After that he fell into a light sleep and Ruth went about the cabin,trying to set the poor furniture to rights and removing the debris thathad collected in the corners. Every few moments she was at the door,looking out for either enemy or friend. But no other creature confrontedher until the sound of pony hoofs delighted her ear and Tom Cameron andJane Ann, with two of the cowboys from the Rolling River outfit, dashedup to the shack.
"Ruth! Ruth!" cried the ranchman's niece, leaping off of her pony. "Comeout of that place at once! Do as I tell you----"
"Don't come here, dear--don't touch me," returned her friend, firmly. "Iknow what I am about. I mean to stay and nurse this man. I do notbelieve there is so much danger as Jib says----"
"Uncle Bill will have his hide!" cried Jane Ann, indignantly. "You waitand see."
"It is not his fault. I came in here when he could not stop me. And Imean to remain. But there is no use in anybody else being exposed tocontagion--if there is any contagion in the disease."
"Why, it's as bad as small-pox, Ruth!" cried Jane Ann.
"I am here," returned Ruth, quietly. "Have you brought us food? And isthat spirits in the bottle Mr. Darcy has?"
"Yes, Miss," said the cowboy.
"Set it down on that stone--and the other things. I'll come and get it. Afew drops of the liquor in the water may help the man a little."
"But, dear Ruth," interposed Tom, gravely, "he is nothing to you. Don'trun such risks. If the man must be nursed _I'll_ try my hand----"
"Indeed you shall not!"
"It's a job for a man, Miss," said Darcy, grimly. "You mount your ponyand go home with the others. I'll stay."
"If any harm is done, it's done already," declared the girl, earnestly."One of you can stay outside and help me--guard me, if you please.There's been an awful old wolf about----"
"A wolf!" gasped Tom.
"But I killed him." She told them how and where. "And I lost Jib's gun.He'll be furious."
"He'll lose more than his little old Colts," growled the second cowboy.
"It was not Jib's fault," declared the girl. "I could not so easily findmy way back to the river as he. I had to stay while he went for help.Has word been sent on to the ranch?"
"Everything will be done that can be done for the fellow, of course,"Jane Ann declared. "Uncle Bill will likely come over himself. Then there_will_ be ructions, young lady."
"And what will Helen and the other girls say?" cried Tom.
"I wish I had thought," murmured Ruth. "I would have warned Jib not tolet Mary know."
"What's that?" asked Tom, in surprise, for he had but imperfectly caughtRuth's words.
"Never mind," returned the girl from the Red Mill, quickly.
The others were discussing what should be done. Ruth still stood in thedoorway and now a murmur from the bed called her turn back into theshack to make the unfortunate on the couch more comfortable--for in histossings he became more feverish and hot. When she returned to the outerair the others had decided.
"Darcy and I will remain, Ruth," Tom said, with decision. "We'll bringthe water, and cook something for you to eat out here, and stand guard,turn and turn about. But you are a very obstinate girl."
"As long as one is in for it, why increase the number endangered by thefever?" she asked, coolly. "You are real kind to stay, Tom--you andDarcy."
"You couldn't get me away with a Gatling gun," said Tom, grimly. "Youknow _that_, Ruth."
"I know I have a staunch friend in you, Tommy," she said, in a lowvoice.
"One you can trust?"
"To be sure," she replied, smiling seriously at him.
"Then what is all this about Mary Cox? What has _she_ got to do with thefellow you've got hived up in that shack?" shot in Master Tom, shrewdly.
"Oh, now, Tommy!" gasped Ruth.
"You can't fool me, Ruth----"
"Sh! don't let the others hear you," she whispered. "And don't come anynearer, Tom!" she added, warningly, and in a louder tone.
"But The Fox has something to do with this man?" demanded Tom.
"I believe so. I fear so. Oh, don't ask me any more!" breathed the girl,anxiously, as Jane Ann and the cowboy rode up to say good-bye.
"I hope nothing bad will come of this, Ruth," said the ranch girl. "ButUncle Bill will be dreadfully mad."
"Not with me, I hope," rejoined Ruth, shaking her head.
"And all the girls will be crazy to come out here and help you nursehim."
"They certainly _will_ be crazy if they want to," muttered Tom.
"They would better not come near here until the man gets better--if heever _does_ get better," added Ruth, in a low tone.
"I expect they'll all want to come," repeated Jane Ann.
"Don't you let them, Jane Ann!" admonished Ruth. "Above all, don't youlet Mary Cox come over here--unless I send for her," and she went intothe shack again and closed the door.
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