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第51章

All through May there was an idea, dark and sinister, growing in Bostil's mind.Fiercely at first he had rejected it as utterly unworthy of the man he was.But it returned.It would not be denied.It was fostered by singular and unforeseen circumstances.The meetings with Creech, the strange, sneaking actions of young Joel Creech, and especially the gossip of riders about the improvement in Creech's swift horse--these things appeared to loom larger and larger and to augment in Bostil's mind the monstrous idea which he could not shake off.So he became brooding and gloomy.

It appeared to be an indication of his intense preoccupation of mind that he seemed unaware of Lucy's long trips down into the sage.But Bostil had observed them long before Holley and other riders had approached him with the information.

"Let her alone," he growled to his men."I gave her orders to train the King.

An' after Van got well mebbe Lucy just had a habit of ridin' down there.She can take care of herself."To himself, when alone, Bostil muttered: "Wonder what the kid has looked up now? Some mischief, I'll bet!"Nevertheless, he did not speak to her on the subject.Deep in his heart he knew he feared his keen-eyed daughter, and during these days he was glad she was not in evidence at the hours when he could not very well keep entirely to himself.Bostil was afraid Lucy might divine what he had on his mind.There was no one else he cared for.Holley, that old hawk-eyed rider, might see through him, but Bostil knew Holley would be loyal, whatever he saw.

Toward the end of the month, when Somers returned from horse-hunting, Bostil put him and Shugrue to work upon the big flatboat down at the crossing.Bostil himself went down, and he walked--a fact apt to be considered unusual if it had been noticed.

"Put in new planks," was his order to the men."An' pour hot tar in the cracks.Then when the tar dries shove her in...but I'll tell you when."Every morning young Creech rowed over to see if the boat was ready to take the trip across to bring his father's horses back.The third morning of work on the boat Bostil met Joel down there.Joel seemed eager to speak to Bostil.He certainly was a wild-looking youth.

"Bostil, my ole man is losin' sleep waitin' to git the hosses over," he said, frankly."Feed's almost gone.""That'll be all right, Joel," replied Bostil."You see, the river ain't begun to raise yet....How're the hosses comin' on?""Grand, sir--grand!" exclaimed the simple Joel."Peg is runnin' faster than last year, but Blue Roan is leavin' her a mile.Dad's goin' to bet all he has.

The roan can't lose this year."

Bostil felt like a bull bayed at by a hound.Blue Roan was a young horse, and every season he had grown bigger and faster.The King had reached the limit of his speed.That was great, Bostil knew, and enough to win over any horse in the uplands, providing the luck of the race fell even.Luck, however, was a fickle thing.

"I was advisin' Dad to swim the hosses over," declared Joel, deliberately.

"A-huh! You was?...An' why?" rejoined Bostil.

Joel's simplicity and frankness vanished, and with them his rationality.He looked queer.His contrasting eyes shot little malignant gleams.He muttered incoherently, and moved back toward the skiff, making violent gestures, and his muttering grew to shouting, though still incoherent.He got in the boat and started to row back over the river.

"Sure he's got a screw loose," observed Somers.Shugrue tapped his grizzled head significantly.

Bostil made no comment.He strode away from his men down to the river shore, and, finding a seat on a stone, he studied the slow eddying red current of the river and he listened.If any man knew the strange and remorseless Colorado, that man was Bostil.He never made any mistakes in anticipating what the river was going to do.

And now he listened, as if indeed the sullen, low roar, the murmuring hollow gurgle, the sudden strange splash, were spoken words meant for his ears alone.

The river was low.It seemed tired out.It was a dirty red in color, and it swirled and flowed along lingeringly.At times the current was almost imperceptible; and then again it moved at varying speed.It seemed a petulant, waiting, yet inevitable stream, with some remorseless end before it.It had a thousand voices, but not the one Bostil listened to hear.

He plodded gloomily up the trail, resting in the quiet, dark places of the canyon, loath to climb out into the clear light of day.And once in the village, Bostil shook himself as if to cast off an evil, ever-present, pressing spell.

The races were now only a few days off.Piutes and Navajos were camped out on the sage, and hourly the number grew as more came in.They were building cedar sunshades.Columns of blue smoke curled up here and there.Mustangs and ponies grazed everywhere, and a line of Indians extended along the racecourse, where trials were being held.The village was full of riders, horse-traders and hunters, and ranchers.Work on the ranges had practically stopped for the time being, and in another day or so every inhabitant of the country would be in Bostil's Ford.

Bostil walked into the village, grimly conscious that the presence of the Indians and riders and horses, the action and color and bustle, the near approach of the great race-day--these things that in former years had brought him keen delight and speculation--had somehow lost their tang.He had changed.

Something was wrong in him.But he must go among these visitors and welcome them as of old; he who had always been the life of these racing-days must be outwardly the same.And the task was all the harder because of the pleasure shown by old friends among the Indians and the riders at meeting him.Bostil knew he had been a cunning horse-trader, but he had likewise been a good friend.Many were the riders and Indians who owed much to him.So everywhere he was hailed and besieged, until finally the old excitement of betting and bantering took hold of him and he forgot his brooding.

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