Kate courageously pointed: "Are those the
Rocky Mountains, please?" He halted only to look at her in
astonishment. "Yes'm." But she was bound he should not escape: "How
far are they?" she shot after him. He looked back startled: "'Bout a
hundred miles," he snapped. Plainly there was no enthusiasm among
the train crew over mountains.
When she was forced, reluctant, back into the sleeper, she announced
joyfully to her berth neighbors that the Rocky Mountains were in sight.
One regarded her stupidly, another coldly. Across the aisle the old lady
playing solitaire did not even look up. Kate subsided; but dull apathy
could not rob her of that first wonderful vision of the strange, far-off
region, perhaps to be her home.
Next day, from the car window it was all mountains--at least,
everywhere on the horizon. But the train seemed to thread an illimitable
desert--a poor exchange for the boundless plains, Kate thought. But she
grew to love the very dust of the desert.
The train was due at Sleepy Cat in the late afternoon. It met with delays
and night had fallen when Kate, after giving the porter too much money,
left her car, and suitcase in hand struggled, American fashion, up the
long, dark platform toward the dimly lighted station. Men and women
hastened here and there about her. The changing crews moved briskly
to and from the train. There was abundance of activity, but none of it
concerned Kate and her comfort. And there was no one, she feared, to
meet her.
Reaching the station, she set down her suitcase without a tremor, and
though she had never been more alone, she never felt less lonely. The
eating-house gong beat violently for supper. A woman dragging a little
boy almost fell over Kate's suitcase but did not pause to receive or
tender apology. Men looking almost solemn under broad,
straight-brimmed hats moved in and out of the station, but none of
these saw Kate. Only one man striding past looked at her. He glared.
And as he had but one eye, Kate deemed him, from his expression, a
woman-hater.
Then a fat man under an immense hat, and wearing a very large ring on
one hand, walked with a dapper step out of the telegraph office. He did
see Kate. He checked his pace, coughed slightly and changed his course,
as if to hold himself open to inquiry. Kate without hesitation turned to
him and explained she was for Doubleday's ranch. She asked whether
he knew the men from there and whether anyone was down.
John Lefever, for it was he whom she addressed, knew the men but he
had seen no one; could he do anything?
"I want very much to get out there tonight," said Kate.
"Jingo," exclaimed Lefever, "not tonight!"
"Tonight," returned Kate, looking out of dark eyes in pink and white
appeal, "if I can possibly make it."
Lefever caught up her suitcase and set it down beside the waiting-room
door: "Stay right here a minute," he said.
He walked toward the baggage-room and before he reached it, stopped
a second large, heavy man, Henry Sawdy. Him he held in confab;
Sawdy looking meantime quite unabashed toward the distant Kate. In
the light streaming from the station windows her slender and slightly
shrinking figure suggested young womanhood and her delicately
fashioned features, half-hidden under her hat, pleasingly confirmed his
impression of it. Kate, conscious of inspection, could only pretend not
to see him. And the sole impression she could snatch in the light and
shadow of the redoubtable Sawdy, was narrowed to a pair of sweeping
mustaches and a stern-looking hat. Lefever returned, his companion
sauntering along after. Kate explained that she had telegraphed.
At that moment an odd-looking man, with a rapid, rolling, right and left
gait, ambled by and caught Kate's eye. Instead of the formidable
Stetson hat mostly in evidence, this man wore a baseball cap--of the
sort usually given away with popular brands of flour--its peak cocked
to its own apparent surprise over one ear. The man had sharp eyes and a
long nose for news and proved it by halting within earshot of the
conversation carried on between Kate and the two men. He looked so
queer, Kate wanted to laugh, but she was too far from home to dare. He
presently put his head conveniently in between Sawdy and Lefever and
offered some news of his own: "There's been a big electric storm in the
up country, Sawdy; the telephones are on the bum."
"How's she going to get to Doubleday's tonight, McAlpin?" asked
Sawdy abruptly of the newcomer. McAlpin never, under any pressure,
answered a question directly. Hence everything had to be explained to
him all over again, he looking meantime more or less furtively at Kate.
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