For the first time in her life Teresa lost her presence of mind in an emergency.She could only sit staring at the helpless man,scarcely conscious of his condition,her mind filled with a sudden prophetic intuition of the significance of his last words.
In the light of that new revelation she looked into his pale,haggard face for some resemblance to Low,but in vain.Yet her swift feminine instinct met the objection."It's the mother's blood that would show,"she murmured,"not this man's."Recovering herself,she began to chafe his hands and temples,and moistened his lips with the spirit.When his respiration returned with a faint color to his cheeks,she pressed his hands eagerly and leaned over him.
"Are you sure?"she asked.
"Of what?"he whispered faintly.
"That Low is really your son?"
"Who said so?"he asked,opening his round eyes upon her.
"You did yourself,a moment ago,"she said quickly."Don't you remember?""Did I?"
"You did.Is it not so?"
He smiled faintly."I reckon."
She held her breath in expectation.But only the ludicrousness of the discovery seemed paramount to his weakened faculties.
"Isn't it just about the ridiculousest thing all round?"he said,with a feeble chuckle."First YOU nearly kill me before you know I am Low's father;then I'm just spoilin'to kill him before Iknow he's my son;then that god-forsaken fool Jack Brace mistakes you for Nellie and Nellie for you.Ain't it just the biggest thing for the boys to get hold of?But we must keep it dark until after I marry Nellie,don't you see?Then we'll have a good time all round,and I'll stand the drinks.Think of it,Teresha!You don'no me,I do'no you,nobody knowsh anybody elsh.I try kill Lo'.Lo'wants kill Nellie.No thath no ri--'"but the potent liquor,overtaking his exhausted senses,thickened,impeded,and at last stopped his speech.His head slipped to her shoulder,and he became once more unconscious.
Teresa breathed again.In that brief moment she had abandoned herself to a wild inspiration of hope which she could scarcely define.Not that it was entirely a wild inspiration;she tried to reason calmly.What if she revealed the truth to him?What if she told the wretched man before her that she had deceived him;that she had overheard his conversation with Brace;that she had stolen Brace's horse to bring Low warning;that,failing to find Low in his accustomed haunts,or at the campfire,she had left a note for him pinned to the herbarium,imploring him to fly with his companion from the danger that was coming;and that,remaining on watch,she had seen them both--Brace and Dunn--approaching,and had prepared to meet them at the cabin?Would this miserable and maddened man understand her self-abnegation?
Would he forgive Low and Nellie?--she did not ask for herself.
Or would the revelation turn his brain,if it did not kill him outright?She looked at the sunken orbits of his eyes and hectic on his cheek,and shuddered.
Why was this added to the agony she already suffered?She had been willing to stand between them with her life,her liberty,and even--the hot blood dyed her cheek at the thought--with the added shame of being thought the cast-off mistress of that man's son.Yet all this she had taken upon herself in expiation of something--she knew not clearly what;no,for nothing--only for HIM.And yet this very situation offered her that gleam of hope which had thrilled her;a hope so wild in its improbability,so degrading in its possibility,that at first she knew not whether despair was not preferable to its shame.And yet was it unreasonable?She was no longer passionate;she would be calm and think it out fairly.
She would go to Low at once.She would find him somewhere--and even if with that girl,what mattered?--and she would tell him all.When he knew that the life and death of his father lay in the scale,would he let his brief,foolish passion for Nellie stand in the way?Even if he were not influenced by filial affection or mere compassion,would his pride let him stoop to a rivalry with the man who had deserted his youth?Could he take Dunn's promised bride,who must have coquetted with him to have brought him to this miserable plight?Was this like the calm,proud young god she knew?Yet she had an uneasy instinct that calm,proud young gods and goddesses did things like this,and felt the weakness of her reasoning flush her own conscious cheek.
"Teresa!"
She started.Dunn was awake,and was gazing at her curiously.
"I was reckoning it was the only square thing for Low to stop this promiscuous picnicking here and marry you out and out.""Marry me!"said Teresa in a voice that,with all her efforts,she could not make cynical.
"Yes,"he repeated,"after I've married Nellie;tote you down to San Angeles,and there take my name like a man,and give it to you.Nobody'll ask after TERESA,sure--you bet your life.And if they do,and he can't stop their jaw,just you call on the old man.It's mighty queer,ain't it,Teresa,to think of your being my daughter-in-law?"It seemed here as if he was about to lapse again into unconsciousness over the purely ludicrous aspect of the subject,but he haply recovered his seriousness."He'll have as much money from me as he wants to go into business with.What's his line of business,Teresa?"asked this prospective father-in-law,in a large,liberal way.
"He is a botanist!"said Teresa,with a sudden childish animation that seemed to keep up the grim humor of the paternal suggestion;"and oh,he is too poor to buy books!I sent for one or two for him myself,the other day--"she hesitated--"it was all the money I had,but it wasn't enough for him to go on with his studies."Dunn looked at her sparkling eyes and glowing cheeks,and became thoughtful."Curson must have been a d--d fool,"he said finally.
