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A Play. iSmo i .00 THE STORY OF A MIXE. iSmo i-oo DRIFT FROM TWO SHORES, i Smo 1.25 THE TWINS OF TABLE MOUNTAIN, and other Sketches. iSmo 1.25 FLIP, AND FOUND A T BLAZING STAR. iSmo. . i.oo IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. iSmo i.oo *#* For sale by all Booksellers. Sent by mail, post-Paid, on receipt of price by the Publishers, HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO., BOSTON, MASS. IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. BY BRET HARTE. BOSTON: HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY. New York: 11 East Seventeenth Street. (STfie Ritoets'tbe $re, Tamfcri&0e. Copyright. 1^">. BY KOUGIITUN, Mil' FUN & CO. All riylds reserved. The "Riverside Press, Cambridge: Electrotyped and Printed by II. 0. Houghton & Co. IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. CHAPTER I. THE sun was going down on the Carqui- nez Woods. The few shafts of sunlight that had pierced their pillared gloom were lost in unfathomable depths, or splintered their ineffectual lances on the enormous trunks of the redwoods. For a time the dull red of their vast columns, and the dull red of their cast-off bark which matted the echo- less aisles, still seemed to hold a faint glow of the dying day. But even this soon passed. Light and color fled upwards. The dark interlaced tree-tops, that had all day made an impenetrable shade, broke into fire here and there; their lost spires glit tered, faded, and went utterly out. A weird 4 IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. twilight that did not come from the outer world, but seemed born of the wood itself, slowly filled and possessed the aisles. The Straight, tall, colossal trunks rose dimly like. columns of upward smoke. The few fallen trees stretched their huge length into ob scurity, and seemed to lie on shadowy tres tles. The strange breath that filled these mysterious vaults had neither coldness nor moisture ; a dry, fragrant dust arose from the noiseless foot that trod their bark-strewn floor ; the aisles might have been tombs, the fallen trees enormous mummies ; the silence the solitude of a forgotten past. And yet this silence was presently bro ken by a recurring sound like breathing, in terrupted occasionally by inarticulate and stertorous gasps. It was not the quick, panting, listening breath of some stealthy feline or canine animal, but indicated a larger, slower, and more powerful organiza tion, whose progress was less watchful and guarded, or as if a fragment of one of the IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 5 fallen monsters had become animate. At times this life seemed to take visible form, but as vaguely, as misshapenly, as the phan tom of a nightmare. Now it was a square object moving sideways, endways, with nei ther head nor tail and scarcely visible feet ; then an arched bulk rolling against the trunks of the trees and recoiling again, or an upright cylindrical mass, but always os cillating and unsteady, and striking the trees on either hand. The frequent occur rence of the movement suggested the figures of some weird rhythmic dance to music heard by the shape alone. Suddenly it either became motionless or faded away. There was the frightened neighing of a horse, the sudden jingling of spurs, a shout and outcry, and the swift apparition of three dancing torches in one of the dark aisles ; but so intense was the obscurity that they shed no light on surrounding objects, and seemed to advance of their own volition without human guidance, until they disap- 6 AY THE CARCiriXF.Z WOODS. pcarccl suddenly behind the interposing bulk of one of the largest trees. Beyond its eighty feet of circumference the light could not roach, and the gloom remained inscruta ble. But the voices and jingling spurs were heard distinctly. " Blast the mare ! She 's shied off that cursed trail again." " Ye ain't lost it agin, hevye?" growled a second voice. "That's jist what I hev. And these blasted pine-knots don't give light an inch beyond 'cm. D d if I don't think they make this cursed hole blacker." There was a lauurh a woman's lausrh O O hysterical, bitter, sarcastic, exasperating. The second speaker, without heeding it, \\rrt on : " What in thunder skeort the hosses ? Did you see or hear anything?" u Nothin*. The wood is like a graveyard." The woman's voice again broke into a bourse, contemptuous laugh. The man re sumed angrily : IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 7 " If you know anything, why in h 11 don't you say so, instead of cackling like a d d squaw there ? P'raps you reckon you ken find the trail too." " Take this rope off my wrist," said the woman's voice, "untie my hands, let me down, and I '11 find it." She spoke quickly and with a Spanish accent. It was the men's turn to laugh. " And give you a show to snatch that six-shooter and blow a hole through me, as you did to the Sheriff of Calaveras, eh? Not if this court understands itself," said the first speak er dryly. " Go to the devil, then," she said curtly. " Not before a lady," responded the other. There was another laugh from the men, the spurs jingled again, the three torches reap peared from behind the tree, and then passed away in the darkness. For a time silence and immutability pos sessed the woods ; the great trunks loomed upwards, their fallen brothers stretched their 8 IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. slow length into obscurity. The sound of breathing again became audible : the shape reappeared in the aisle, and reeonnneneed its mystic dance. Presently it was lost in the shadow of the largest tree, and to the sound of breathing succeeded a grating and scratching of bark. Suddenly, as if riven by lightning, a flash broke from the centre of the tree-trunk, lit up the woods, and a sharp report rang through it. After a pause the jingling of spurs and the dancing of torches were revived from the distance. "Hallo?" No answer. " Who fired that shot ? " But there >vas no reply. A slight veil of smoke passed away to the right, there was the spice of gunpowder in the air, but noth ing more. The torches came forward again, but this time it could be seen they were held in the hands of two men and a woman. The woman's hands were tied at the wrist to the horse-hair IN THE CARQUJNEZ WOODS. 9 reins of her mule, while a riata, passed around her waist and under the mule's girth, was held by one of the men, who were both armed with rifles and revolvers. Their frightened horses curveted, and it was with difficulty they could be made to advance. " Ho ! stranger, what are you shooting at ? " The woman laughed and shrugged her shoulders. " Look yonder at the roots of the tree. You 're a d d smart man for a sheriff, ain't you?" The man uttered an exclamation and spurred his horse forward, but the animal reared in terror. He then sprang to the ground and approached the tree. The shape lay there, a scarcely distinguishable bulk. " A grizzly, by the living Jingo ! Shot through the heart." It was true. The strange shape lit up by the flaring torches seemed more vague, un earthly, and awkward in its dying throes, 3^et the small shut eyes, the feeble nose, the ponderous shoulders, and half-human foot 10 JN THE CARdUlNEZ WOODS. armed with powerful claws were unmistak able. The men turned by n common im pulse and peered into the remote recesses of the wood again. " Hi, Mister ! come and pick up your game. Hallo there!" The challenge fell unheeded on the empty woods. " And yet," said he whom the woman had called the sheriff, " he can't be far off. It was a close shot, and the bear hez dropped in his tracks. Why, wot's this sticking in his claws?" The two men bent over the animal. "Why, it's sugar, brown sugar look!' There was no mistake. The huge beast's fore paws and muzzle were streaked with the unromantic household provision, and heightened the absurd contrast of its incoii- gruous members. The woman, apparently indifferent, had taken that opportunity to partly free one of her wrists. " If we had n't been cavorting round this IN THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. 11 yer spot for the last half hour, I 'd swear there was a shanty not a hundred yards away," said the sheriff. The other man, without replying, re mounted his horse instantly. " If there is, and it 's inhabited by a gen tleman that kin make centre shots like that in the dark, and don't care to explain how, I reckon I won't disturb him." The sheriff was apparently of the same opinion, for he followed his companion's example, and once more led the way. The spurs tinkled, the torches danced, and the cavalcade slowly reentered the gloom. In another moment it had disappeared. The wood sank again into repose, this time disturbed by neither shape nor sound. What lower forms of life might have crept close to its roots were hidden in the ferns, or passed with deadened tread over the bark- strewn floor. Towards morning a coolness like dew fell from above, with here and there a dropping twig or nut, or the crepitant awak- 12 IN THK CAR(iCL\KZ WOODS, ening and stretching-out of cramped and weary branches. Later a dull, lurid dawn, not unlike the last evening's sunset, lilled the aisles. This faded again, and a clear gray light, in which every object stood out in sharp distinctness, took its place. Morning was waiting outside in all its brilliant, youth ful coloring, but only entered as the matured and sobered day. Seen in that stronger light, the monstrous tree near which the dead bear lay revealed its age in its denuded and scarred trunk, and showed in its base a dee]) cavity, a foot or two from the ground, partly hidden bvlian"*- A / / o ing strips of bark which had fallen across it. Suddenly one of these strips was pushed aside, and a young man leaped lightly down. But for the rifle he carried and some modern peculiarities of dress, he was of a grace so unusual and unconventional that he might have passed for a, faun who was quit ting his ancestral home, lie stepped to the side of the bear with a li^ht elastic movement TN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 13 that was as unlike customary progression as his face and figure were unlike the ordinary types of humanity. Even as he leaned upon his rifle, looking down at the prostrate ani mal, he unconsciously fell into an attitude that in any other mortal would have been a pose, but with him was the picturesque and unstudied relaxation of perfect symmetry. "Hallo, Mister!" He raised his head so carelessly and list lessly that he did not otherwise change his attitude. Stepping from behind the tree, the woman of the preceding night stood before him. Her hands were free except for a thong of the riata, which was still knotted around one wrist, the end of the thong having been torn or burnt away. Her eyes were blood shot, and her hair hung over her shoulders in one long black braid. " I reckoned all along it was you who shot the bear," she said ; " at least some one hidin' yer," and she indicated the hollow tree with her hand. " It was n't no chance shot." Ob- 14 IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. serving that the young man, cither from mis conception or indifference, did. not seem to comprehend her, she added, " We came by here, last nig'ht, a minute after you tired." " Oh, that was you kicked up such a row, was it ? " said the young man, with a shade of interest. " I reckon," said the woman, nodding her head, " and them that was with me." " And who are they ? " " Sheriff Dunn, of Yolo, and his deputy." " And where are they now ? " "The deputy in h 11, I. reckon; I don't know, about the sheriff." " I see," said the young man quietly ; "and you?" " I __ got away," she said savagely. But she was taken with a sudden nervous shiver, which she at once repressed by tightly drag- ffino 1 her shawl over her shoulders and el- O O bows, and folding her arms defiantly. " And you 're going ? " " To follow the deputy, may be," she said IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS 15 gloomily. " But come, I say, ain't you go ing to treat? It's cursed cold here." " Wait a moment." The young man was looking at her, with his arched brows slightly knit and a half smile of curiosity. " Ain't you Teresa? " She was prepared for the question, but evidently was not certain whether she would reply defiantly or confidently. After an ex haustive scrutiny of his face she chose the latter, and said, " You can bet your life on it, Johnny." " I don't bet, and my name is n't Johnny. Then you 're the woman who stabbed Dick Curson over at Lagrange's ? " She became defiant again. " That 's me, all the time. What are you going to do about it?" " Nothing. And you used to dance at the Alhambra ? " She whisked the shawl from her shoul ders, held it up like a scarf, and made one or two steps of the sembi-cuacua. There 16 IN THE CAnar/xrz WOODS. was not the least gayety, recklessness, or spon taneity in the action ; it was simply mechan ical bravado. It was so ineffective, even upon her own feelings, that her arms pres ently dropped to her side, and she coughed embarrassedly. " Where's that whiskey, pardner ? " she asked. The young man turned toward the tree he had just quitted, and without further words assisted her to mount to the cavity. It was an irregular-shaped vaulted chamber, pierced fifty feet above by a shaft or cylindrical opening in the decayed trunk, which was blackened by smoke, as if it had served the purpose of a chimney. In one corner lay a bearskin and blanket; at the side were two alcoves or indentations, one of which was evidently used as a table, and the other as a cupboard. In another hollow, near the en trance, lay a few small sacks of flour, coffee, and sugar, the sticky contents of the latter still strewing the floor. From this store house the voung man drew a wicker flask of JN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 17 whiskey, and handed it, with a tin cup of water, to the woman. She waved the cup aside', placed the flask to her lips, and drank the undiluted spirit. Yet even this was evi dently bravado, for the water started to her eyes, and she could not restrain the parox ysm of coughing that followed. " I reckon that 's the kind that kills at forty rods," she said, with a hysterical laugh. " But I say, pardner, you look as if you were fixed here to stay," and she stared ostenta tiously around the chamber. But she had already taken in its minutest details, even to observing that the hanging strips of bark could be disposed so as to completely hide the entrance. " Well, yes," he replied ; " it would n't be very easy to pull up the stakes and move the shanty further on." Seeing that either from indifference or caution he had not accepted her meaning, she looked at him fixedly, and said, " What is your little game ? " 18 Jy THE CARQUJXEZ WOODS. "Eh?" What are you hiding for here, in this tree? " " But I 'm not hiding." "Then why didn't you come out when they hailed you last night? " " Because I did n't care to." Teresa whistled incredulously. " All right then if you 're not hiding, I 'm going to." As he did not reply, she went on : - If I can keep out of sight for a couple of weeks, this thin" 1 will blow over here, and I can get across into Yolo. I could get a fair show there, where the boys know me. .Just now the trails arc all watched, but no one would think of lookin' here." "Then how did you come to think of it? he asked carelessly. " IWause I knew that bear had n't gone far for that sugar : because 1 knew he hadn't stole it from a cocfc it was too fresh, and we'd have seen the torn-up earth: because wr hiul passed no camp ; and because I knew IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 19 there was no shanty here. And, besides," she added in a low voice, " may be I was huiitin' a hole myself to die in and spot ted it by instinct." There was something in this suggestion of a hunted animal that, unlike anything she had previously said or suggested, was not ex aggerated, and caused the young man to look at her again. She was standing under the chimney-like opening, and the light from above illuminated her head and shoulders. The pupils of her eyes had lost their fever ish prominence, and were slightly suffused and softened as she gazed abstractedly before her. The only vestige of her previous excite ment was in her left-hand fingers, which were incessantly twisting and turning a diamond ring upon her right hand, but without im parting the least animation to her rigid atti tude. Suddenly, as if conscious of his scru tiny, she stepped aside out of the revealing light, and by a swift feminine instinct raised her hand to her head as if to adjust her 20 IN TIIE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. straggling liuir. It was only for a moment, however, for, as if aware of the weakness, she struggled to resume her aggressive pose. "Well," she said. -Speak up. Am I goin to stop here, or have I got to get up and get ? " "You can stay," said the young mar quietly ; "but as 1 *ve got my provisions and ammunition here, and have n't any other place to go to just now, I suppose we '11 have to share it together." She glanced at him under her eyelids, and a half-hitter, half-contemptuous smile passed across her face. " All right, old man," she said, holding out her hand, " it 's a go. Wejfl start in housekeeping at once, if you like." " I '11 have to come here once or twice a day," he said, quite composedly, " to look after my things, and get something to eat : but I "11 be away most of the time, and what with camping out under the trees every night I reckon my share won't incommode you/' She opened her black eyes upon him, at IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 21 this original proposition. Then she looked down at her torn dress. "I suppose this style of thing ain't very fancy, is it?" she said, with a forced laugh. " I think I know where to beg or borrow a change for you, if you can't get any," he replied simply. She stared at him again. " Are you a family man ? " " No." She was silent for a moment. "Well," she said, "you can tell your girl I'm not particular about its being in the latest fash ion." There was a slight flush on his forehead as he turned toward the little cupboard, but no tremor in his voice as he went on : " You '11 find tea and coffee here, and, if you 're bored, there 's a book or two. You read, don't you - I mean English ? " She nodded, but cast a look of undisguised contempt upon the two worn, coverless novels he held out to her. "You have n't got last 22 /*V THE CMl(!.UIXM WOODS. week's -Sacramento Union,' have you? I hear they have my case all in; only them ly ing reporters made it out against me all the time. 1 don't see the papers," he replied curt " They say there 's a picture of me in the 'Police Gazette,' taken in the act," and she laughed. He looked a little abstracted, and turned as if to go. " I think you '11 do well to rest a white lUSt now. and keep as close hid as possible 'until afternoon. The trail is a mile ftway at the nearest point, but some one mi<>-ht miss it and stray over here. qu 'ites,fe if YOU 're careful, and stand by the l^ Yon can build a fire here," he steppe* under the chimney-like opening wrthou ite being noticed. Even the smoke aud cannot be seen so hi-h. The lio-ht from above was tallm. he4id and shoulders, iis Hh^im bars. looked at him intently. IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 23 " You travel a good deal on your figure, pardner, don't you ? " she said, with a certain admiration that was quite sexless in its qual ity ; " but I don't see how you pick up a liv ing by it in the Carquinez Woods. So you 're going, are you ? You might be more sociable. Good-by." " Good-by ! " He leaped from the open ing. " I say, pardner ! " He turned a little impatiently. She had knelt down at the entrance, so as to be near er his level, and was holding out her hand. But he did not notice it, and she quietly withdrew it. "If anybody dropped in and asked for you, what name will they say ? " He smiled. "Don't wait to hear." " But suppose / wanted to sing out for you, what will I call you?" He hesitated. " Call me Lo." "Lo, the poor Indian?" 1 1 The first word of Pope's familiar apostrophe is 24 IN THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. " Exactly." It suddenly occurred to the woman, Tere sa, that in the young man's height, supple, yet erect carriage, color, and singular gravi ty of demeanor there was a refined, aborigi nal suggestion. He did not look like any Indian she had ever seen, but rather as a youthful chief might have looked. There was a further suggestion in his fringed buck skin shirt and moccasins ; but before she could utter the half -sarcastic comment that rose to her lips he had glided noiselessly away, even as an Indian might have done. She readjusted the slips of hanging bark with feminine ingenuity, dispersing them so as to completely hide the entrance. Yet this did not darken the chamber, which seemed to draw a purer and more vigorous light through the soaring shaft that pierced the roof than that which came from the dim woodland aisles below. Nevertheless, she humorously used in the far West as u distinguishing title for the Indian. IN THE CARQUJNEZ WOODS. 25 shivered, and drawing her shawl closely around her began to collect some half-burnt fragments of wood in the chimney to make a fire. But the preoccupation of her thoughts rendered this a tedious process, as she would from time to time stop in the middle of an action and fall into an attitude of rapt ab straction, with far-off eyes and rigid mouth. When she had at last succeeded in kindling a fire and raising a film of pale blue smoke, that seemed to fade and dissipate entirely before it reached the top of the chimney shaft, she crouched beside it, fixed her eyes on the darkest corner of the cavern, and be came motidhless. What did she see through that shadow ? Nothing at first but a confused medley of figures and incidents of the preceding night ; things to be put away and forgotten ; things that would not have happened but for another thing the thing before which everything faded ! A ball-room ; the sounds of music ; the one man she had cared for in- 20 /.V THE CARdUINEZ WOODS. Bulthv her with the flaunting ostentation of hi unfaithfulness: herself topped, put aside, laughed at. or worse, jilted. And then the moment of delirium, when the lignt daneed; the one wild art that lifted her, the despised one, above then, all -made hov the supreme figure, to be glanced at by friohtened women, stared at by halt-startl. huff-admiring men! "Yes," she laughed ; but struekbythe sound of her own vo,ee moved twice round the cavern nervously, and then dropped again into her old pos 11( >n As thev carried him away he had laugh d had prais,,! her for her spirit, and uu-itod 1 ,,,,,,, a , ;l inst others ; he who had taught ].,. to strike when she was insulted: and was only fit he should reap what he sown. She was what he. what other men, had made her. And what was she nov What had she been once? She tried to recall her childhood: the uul n and woman who might have been her IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 27 father and mother ; who fought and wran gled over her precocious little life ; abused or caressed her as she sided with either ; and then left her with a circus troupe, where she first tasted the power of her courage, her beauty, and her recklessness. She remem bered those flashes of triumph that left a fever in her veins a fever that when it failed must be stimulated by dissipation, by anything, by everything that would keep her name a wonder in men's mouths, an en vious fear to women. She recalled her transfer to the strolling players ; her cheap pleasures, and cheaper rivalries and hatred but always Teresa ! the daring Teresa ! the reckless Teresa ! audacious as a woman, invincible as a boy ; dancing, flirting, fenc ing, shooting, swearing, drinking, smoking, fighting Teresa ! " Oh, yes ; she had been loved, perhaps who knows ? but always feared. Why should she change now ? Ha, he should see." She had lashed herself in a frenzy, as was 28 IN THE CARQrJXM WOODS. her wont, with gestures, ejaculations, oaths, adjurations, and pas>ionate apostrophes, but with this strange and unexpected result. Heretofore she had always been sustained and kept up by an audience of some kind or quality, if only perhaps a humble companion : there had always been some one she could fascinate or horrify, and she could read her power mirrored in their eyes. Even the half-abstracted indifference of her strange host had been something. But she was alone now. Her words fell on apathetic solitude ; she was acting to viewless space. She rushed to the opening, dashed the hanging bark aside, and leaped to the ground. She ran forward wildly a few steps, and stopped. " Hallo ! " she cried. " Look, 't is I, Teresa ! " The profound silence remained unbroken. Her shrillest tones were lost in an echolcss space, even as the smoke of her lire had faded into pure ether. She stretched out her IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 29 clenched fists as if to defy the pillared auster ities of the vaults around her. " Come and take me if you dare ! " The challenge was unheeded. If she had thrown herself violently against the nearest tree-trunk, she could not have been stricken more breathless than she was by the compact, embattled solitude that encompassed her. The hopelessness of impressing these cold and passive vaults with her selfish passion filled her with a vague fear. In her rage of the previous night she had not seen the wood in its profound immobility. Left alone with the majesty of those enormous columns, she trembled and turned faint. The silence of the hollow tree she had just quit ted seemed to her less awful than the crush ing presence of these mute and monstrous witnesses of her weakness. Like a wounded quail with lowered crest and trailing wing, she crept back to her hiding-place. Even then the influence of the wood was still upon her. She picked up the novel she 30 7 A" 7-777; CARQUIXEZ WOODS. had contemptuously thrown aside, only to let it fall again in utter weariness. For a moment her feminine curiosity was excited by the discovery of an old book, in whose blank leaves were pressed a variety of flow ers and woodland- grasses. As sheVonld not conceive that these had been kept for any but a sentimental purpose, she was disap pointed to find that underneath each was a sentence in an unknown tongue, that even to her untutored eye did not appear to be the Ian-naive of passion. Finally she rearranged the couch of skins and blankets, and, impart ing to it in three clever shakes an entirely different character, lay down to pursue her reveries. J> lllt nature asserted herself, and ere she knew it she was asleep. So intense and prolonged bad been her previous excitement that, the tension once relieved, she passed into a slumber of ex haustion so deep that she seemed scarce to breathe. High noon succeeded morning, the central shaft received a single ray of IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 31 upper sunlight, the afternoon came and went, the shadows gathered below, the sun set fires began to eat their way through the groined roof, and she still slept. She slept even when the bark hangings of the cham ber were put aside, and the young man re- eiitered. He laid down a bundle he was carrying, and softly approached the sleeper. For a moment he was startled from his indiffer ence ; she lay so still and motionless. But this was not all that struck him; the face before him was no longer the passionate, haggard visage that confronted him that morning ; the feverish air, the burning color, the strained muscles of mouth and brow, and the staring eyes were gone ; wiped away, perhaps, by the tears that still left their traces on cheek and dark eyelash. It was the face of a handsome woman of thirty, with even a suggestion of softness in the contour of the cheek and arching of her upper lip, no longer rigidly drawn down in 32 IN. THE CARdriXKZ WOODS. anger, but relaxed by sleep on her white teeth. \Yith the lithe, soft treat! that was habit ual to him, the young man moved about, ex amining the condition of the little chamber and its stock of provisions and necessaries, and withdrew presently, to reappear as noise lessly with a tin bucket of water. This done, he replenished the little pile of fuel with an armful of bark and pine cones, cast an approving glance about him, which in cluded the sleeper, and silently departed. It was night when she awoke. She was surrounded by a profound darkness, except where the shaft-like opening made a neb ulous mist in the corner of her wooden cavern. Providentially she struggled back to consciousness slowly, so that the solitude and silence came upon her gradually, with a growing realization of the events of the past twenty-four hours, but without a shock. She was alone here, but safe still, and every hour added to her chances of ultimate escape. JN THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. 33 She remembered to have seen a candle among the articles on the shelf, and she be gan to grope her way towards the matches. Suddenly she stopped. What was that panting ? Was it her own breathing, quickened with a sudden nameless terror? or was there something outside? Her heart seemed to stop beating while she listened. Yes ! it was a panting outside a panting now increased, multiplied, redoubled, mixed with the sounds of rustling, tearing, craunching, and occasionally a quick, impatient snarl. She crept on her hands and knees to the opening and looked out. At first the ground seemed to be undulating between her and the opposite tree. But a second glance showed her the black and gray, bristling, tossing backs of tumbling beasts of prey, charging the carcass of the bear that lay at its roots, or contesting for the prize with gluttonous, choked breath, sidelong snarls, arched spines, and recurved tails. One of 84 IN THE CARUUIXl.Z \\\H)l)X. the boldest had leaped upon a buttressing root of her tree within a foot of the opening. i O The excitement, awe, and terror she had un dergone culminated in one wild, maddened scream, that seemed to pierce even the cold depths of the forest, as she dropped on her face, with her hands clasped over her eyes in an agony of fear. Her scream was answered, after a pause, by a sudden volley of firebrands and sparks into the midst of the panting, crowding pack; a few smothered howls and snaps, and a sudden dispersion of the concourse. In another moment the young man, with a blazing brand in either hand, leaped upon the body of the bear. Teresa raised her head, uttered a hyster ical cry, slid down the tree, flew wildly to his side, caught convulsively at his sleeve, and fell on her knees beside him. "Save me! save me!" she gasped, in a voice broken by terror. " Save me from those hideous creatures. No, no ! " she irn- IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 35 plored, as he endeavored to lift her to her feet. " No let me stay here close beside you. So," clutching the fringe of his leather hunting-shirt, and dragging herself on her knees nearer him " so don't leave me, for God's sake ! " " They are gone," he replied, gazing down curiously at her, as she wound the fringe around her hand to strengthen her hold; " they 're only a lot of cowardly coyotes and wolves, that dare not attack anything that lives and can move." The young woman responded with a ner vous shudder. " Yes, that 's it," she whis pered, in a broken voice ; " it 's only the dead they want. Promise me swear to me, if I 'm caught, or hung, or shot, you won't let me be left here to be torn and ah ! my God ! what 's that ? " She had thrown her arms around his knees, completely pinioning him to her .frantic breast. Something like a smile of disdain passed across his face as he answered, " It 's nothing. They will not return. Get up ! " 36 IN Tin: CAHQnxrz \voons. Even in her terror she saw the change in his face. "I know, I know!" she crittl. "I'm frightened but I cannot bear it any longer. Hear me ! Listen ! Listen but don't move ! I didn't mean to kill Cm-son no ! I swear to God, no ! I did n't mean to kill the sheriff and I did n't. I was only bragging do you hear ? I lied ! I lied don't move, I swear to God I lied. I 've made myself out worse than I was. 1 have. Only don't leave me now and if I die and it 's not far off, may be get me away from here and from them. Swear it!" " All right," said the young man, with a scarcely concealed movement of irritation. " But get ii]) now, and go back to the cabin/' "No: not t/n-i'c alone." Nevertheless, he quietly hut firmly released himself. " I will stay here," he replied. ** 1 would have been nearer to yon, but I thought it 1 tet ter for your safety that my camp-fire should be further off. But I can build it here, and that \vill keep the coyotes off." IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 37 " Let me stay with you beside you," she said imploringly. She looked so broken, crushed, and spirit less, so unlike the woman of the morning that, albeit with an ill grace, he tacitly con sented, and turned away to bring his blan kets. But in the next moment she was at his side, following him like a dog, silent and wistful, and even offering to carry his bur den. When he had built the fire, for which she had collected the pine-cones and broken branches near them, he sat down, folded his arms, and leaned back against the tree in re served and deliberate silence. Humble and submissive, she did not attempt to break in upon a reverie she could not help but feel had little kindliness to herself. As the fire snapped and sparkled, she pillowed her head upon a root, and lay still to watch it. It rose and fell, and dying away at times to a mere lurid glow, and again, agitated by some breath scarcely perceptible to them, quickening into a roaring flame. When only 38 IN Tin: c.\u<>riM:z WOODS. the embers remained, a dead silence filled the wood. Then the first breath of morning moved the tangled canopy above, and a do/en tiny sprays and needles detached from the 1 interlocked boughs winged their soft way noiselessly to the earth. A few fell upon the prostrate woman like a gentle benediction, and she slept. But even then, the young man, looking down, saw that the slender lin gers were still aimlessly but rigidly twisted in the leather fringe of his hunting-shirt. CHAPTER IL IT was a peculiarity of the Carquinez Wood that it stood apart and distinct in its gigantic individuality. Even where the in tegrity of its own singular species was not entirely preserved, it admitted no inferior trees. Nor was there any diminishing fringe on its outskirts ; the sentinels that guarded the few gateways of the dim trails were as monstrous as the serried ranks drawn up in the heart of the forest. Consequently, the red highway that skirted the eastern angle was bare and shadeless, until it slipped a league off into a watered valley and refreshed itself under lesser sycamores and willows. It was here the newly-born city of Excelsior, still in its cradle, had, like an infant Her cules, strangled the serpentine North Fork of the American river, and turned its life- 40 IN THE cMK>rixi:z WOODS. current into the ditches and flumes of the Excelsior miners. Newest of the new houses that seemed to have accidentally formed its single, strag gling street was the residence of the Rev. Winslow Wynn, not unfrequently known as " Father Wynn," pastor of the first Baptist church. The - pastorage," as it was cheer fully called, had the glaring distinction of being built of brick, and was, as had been wickedly pointed out by idle scoffers, the only " fireproof " structure in town. This sarcasm was not, however, supposed to be particularly distasteful to " Father Wynn," who enjoyed the reputation of being "hail fellow, well met" witli the rough mining element, who called them by their Christian names, had been known to drink at the bar of the Polka Saloon while engaged in the conversion of a prominent citi/eu. and was popularly said to have no "gospel starch"' about him. Certain conscious outcasts and transgressors were touched at this apparent IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 41 unbending of the spiritual authority. The rigid tenets of Father Wynn's faith were lost in the supposed catholicity of his humanity. " A preacher that can jine a man when he 's histiii' liquor into him, without jawin' about it, ought to be allowed to wrestle with sinners and splash about in as much cold water as he likes," was the criticism of one of his con verts. Nevertheless, it was true that Father Wynn was somewhat loud and intolerant in his tolerance. It was true that he was a lit tle more rough, a little more frank, a little more hearty, a little more impulsive, than his disciples. It was true that often the proc lamation of his extreme liberality and broth erly equality partook somewhat of an apol ogy. It is true that a few who might have been most benefited by this kind of gospel regarded him with a singular disdain. It is true that his liberality was of an ornamental, insinuating quality, 'accompanied with but little sacrifice ; his acceptance of a collection taken up in a gambling saloon for the re- 42 IN TIJE CARQriXrZ WOODS. building of his church, destroyed by fire, gave him a popularity large enough, it must bo confessed, to cover the sins of the gamblers themselves, but it was not proven that he had ever organized any form of relief. But it was true that local history somehow accepted him as an exponent of mining Christianity, without the least reference to the opinions of the Christian miners themselves. The Rev. Mr. Wynn's liberal habits and opinions were not, however, shared by his only daughter, a motherless young lady of eighteen. Nellie Wynn was in the eye of Excelsior an unapproachable divinity, as inaccessible and cold as her father was im pulsive and familiar. An atmosphere of chaste and proud virginity made itself felt even in the starched integrity.of her spotless skirts, in her neatly gloved finger-tips, in her clear amber eyes, in her imperious red lips, in her sensitive nostrils. Need it be said that the youth and middle age of Excelsior were madly, because apparently IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. 43 hopelessly, in love with her ? For the rest, she had been expensively educated, was profoundly ignorant in two languages, with a trained misunderstanding of music and painting, and a natural and faultless taste in dress. The Rev. Mr. Wynn was engaged in a characteristic hearty parting with one of his latest converts, upon his own doorstep, with admirable al fresco effect. He had just clapped him on the shoulder. " Good-by, good-by, Charley, my boy, and keep in the right path; not up, or down, or round the gulch, you know ha, ha ! but straight across lots to the shining gate." He had raised his voice under the stimulus of a few admiring spectators, and backed his convert playfully against the wall. " You see ! we 're goin' in to win, you bet. Good-by ! I 'd ask you to step in and have a chat, but I've got my work to do, and so have you. The gospel must n't keep us from that, must it, Charley? Ha, ha ! " 44 IN THE C All QU INEZ WOODS. The convert (who elsewhere was a profane expressman, and had become quite imbecile under Mr. Wy mi's active heartiness and brotherly horse-play before spec-tutors ) man aged, however, to feebly stammer with a blush something about " Miss Nellie." " Ah, Nellie. She, too, is at her tasks trimming her lamp you know, the parable of the wise virgins," continued Father AVvim hastily, fearing that the convert might take the illustration literally. " There, there good-by. Keep in the right path." And with a parting shove he dismissed Charley and entered his own house. That " wise virgin," Nellie, had evidently finished with the lain]), and was now going out to meet the bridegroom, as she was fully dressed and gloved, and had a pink parasol in her hand, as her father entered the sit ting-room. His bluff heartiness seemed to fade away as he removed his soft, broad- brimmed hat and glanced across the too fresh-looking apartment. There was a smell IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS, 45 of mortar still in the air, and a faint sugges tion that at any moment green grass might appear between the interstices of the red brick hearth. The room, yielding a little in the point of coldness, seemed to share Miss Nellie's fresh virginity, and, barring the pink parasol, set her off as in a vestal's cell. "I supposed you wouldn't care to see Brace, the expressman, so I got rid of him at the door," said her father, drawing one of the new chairs towards him slowly, and sitting down carefully, as if it were a hith erto untried experiment. Miss Nellie's face took a tint of interest. "Then he doesn't go with the coach to In dian Spring to-day ? " "No; why?" " I thought of going over myself to get the Burnham girls to come to choir-meet ing," replied Miss Nellie carelessly, " and he might have been company." " He 'd go now, if he knew you were go ing," said her father ; " but it 's just as well 46 IN THE CAlidClM.Z WOODS. he shouldn't be needlessly encouraged. I rather think that Sheriff Dunn is a little jealous of him. By the way, the sheriff is much better. I called to cheer him up to day " (Mr. Wynn had in fact timmltuously accelerated the sick man's pulse), " and he talked of you, as usual. In fact, he said he had only two things to get well for. One was to catch and hang that woman Teresa, who shot him ; the other can't you guess the other?" he added archly, with a faint 'suggestion of his other manner. Miss Nellie coldly could not. The Rev. Mr. Wynn's archness vanished. "Don't be a fool," he said dryly. "He wants to marry you, and you know it." "Most of the men here do," responded Miss Nellie, without the least trace of co quetry. ** Is tlu 1 wedding or the hanging to take place first, or together, so lie can offi ciate at both ? " ".His share in the Union Ditch is worth a hundred thousand dollars," continued her IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. 47 father ; " and if he is n't nominated for dis trict judge this fall, he 's bound to go to the legislature, any way. I don't think a girl with your advantages and education can af ford to throw away the chance of shining in Sacramento, San Francisco, or, in good time, perhaps even Washington." Miss Nellie's eyes did not reflect entire disapproval of this suggestion, although she replied with something of her father's prac tical quality. " Mr. Dunn is not out of his bed yet, and they say Teresa's got away to Arizona, so there isn't any particular hurry." " Perhaps not ; but see here, Nellie, I 've some important news for you. You know your young friend of the Carquinez Woods Dorman, the botanist, eh ? Well, Brace knows all about him. And what do you think he is ? " Miss Nellie took upon herself a few extra degrees of cold, and did n't know. " An Injin ! Yes, an out-and-out Cher- 48 IN THE CARQUIXEZ WOODS' okee. You see he calls himself Dorman - Low Dorman. That "s only French for 4 Sleeping Water,' his Injin name 'Low Dorman.' " "You mean ' L'Eau Dorman to/ " said Nellie. "That's what I said. The chief called him ' Sleeping Water ' when lie was a boy, and one of them French Canadian trappers translated it into French when he brought him to California to school. But he 's an Injin, sure. No wonder he prefers to live in the woods." "Well? "said Nellie. " Well," echoed her father impatiently, " he's an Injin, I tell you, and you can't of course have anything to do with him. lie must n't come here again." "But you forget," said Nellie importnrba- bly, " that it was you who invited him here, and were so much exercised over him. You remember yon introduced him to the Bishop and those Eastern clergymen as a magnificent IN THE CAR QU INEZ WOODS. 49 specimen of a young Callfornian. You for get what an occasion you made of his coming to church on Sunday, and how you made him come in his buckskin shirt and walk down the street with you after service ! " " Yes, yes," said the Rev. Mr. Wynn, hur riedly. " And," continued Nellie carelessly, " how you made us sing out of the same book 4 Children of our Father's Fold,' and how you preached at him until he actually got a color!" " Yes," said her father ; " but it was n't known then he was an Injin, and they are frightfully unpopular with those Southwest ern men among whom we labor. Indeed, I am quite convinced that when Brace said 'the only good Indian was a dead one ' his ex pression, though extravagant, perhaps, really voiced the sentiments of the majority. It would be only kindness to the unfortunate creature to warn him from exposing himself to their rude but conscientious antagonism." 50 IN THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. " Perhaps you 'd better tell him, then, in your own popular way, which they all seem to understand so well," responded the daugh ter. Mr. \Vynn cast a quick glance at her, but there was no trace of irony in her face nothing but a half -bored indifference as she walked toward the window. " I will go with you to the coach-office," said her father, who generally gave these simple paternal duties the pronounced char acter of a public Christian example. " It 's hardly worth while," replied Miss Nellie. "I've to stop at the Watsons', at the foot of the hill, and ask after the baby ; so I shall go on to the Crossing and pick up the coach when it passes. Good-by."' Nevertheless, as soon as Nellie had depart ed, the Kev. Mr. Wynn proceeded to the coach-office, and publicly grasping the hand of Yuba l>ill, the driver, commended his daughter t<> his care in the name of the uni versal brotherhood of man and the Christian fraternity. Carried away by his heartiness, IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 51 he forgot his previous caution, and confided to the expressman Miss Nellie's regrets that she was not to have that gentleman's com pany. The result was that Miss Nellie found the coach with its passengers awaiting her with uplifted hats and wreathed smiles at the Crossing, and the box-seat (from which an unfortunate stranger, who had expensive ly paid for it, had been summarily ejected) at her service beside Yuba Bill, who had thrown away his cigar and donned a new pair of buckskin gloves to do her honor. But a more serious result to the young beauty was the effect of the Rev. Mr. Wynn's con fidences upon the impulsive heart of Jack Brace, the expressman. It has been already intimated that it was his "day off." Unable to summarily reassume his usual functions beside the driver without some practical rea son, and ashamed to go so palpably as a mere passenger, he was forced to let the coach pro ceed without him. Discomfited for the mo ment, he was not, however, beaten. He had 52 IN THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. lost the blissful journey by her side, which would have been his professional right, but she was going to Indian Spring ! could he not anticipate her there? Might they not meet in the most accidental manner? And what might not come from that meeting away from the prying eyes of their own town ? Mr. Brace did not hesitate, but saddling his fleet Buckskin, by the time the stage-coach had passed the Crossing in the high-road he had mounted the hill and was dashing along the " cut-off " in the same direction, a full mile in advance. Arriving at Indian Spring, he left his horse at a Mexican im* gasped. She darted forward and van ished. IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 59 At this moment he was not more than a dozen yards from her. He rushed to where she had been standing, but her disappear ance was perfect and complete. He made a circuit of the group of trees within whose radius she had last appeared, but there was neither trace of her, nor a suggestion of her mode of escape. He called aloud to her ; the vacant Woods let his helpless voice die in their unresponsive depths. He gazed into the air and down at the bark-strewn carpet at his feet. Like most of his vocation, he was sparing of speech, and epigrammatic after his fashion. Comprehending in one swift but despairing flash of intelligence the existence of some fateful power beyond his own weak endeavor, he accepted its logical result with characteristic grimness, threw his hat upon the ground, put his hands in his pockets, and said " Well, I 'm d- CHAPTER III. Our of compliment to Miss Nellie Wynn, Yuba Bill, on reaching Indian Spring, had made a slight detour to enable him to osten tatiously set down his fair passenger before the door of the Burnhams. AVlien it had closed on the admiring eyes of the passengers and the coach had rattled away, Miss Nellie, without any undue haste or apparent change in her usual quiet demeanor, managed, how- ever, to dispatch her business promptly, and, leaving an impression that she would call again before her return to Kxcelsior, parted from her friends, and slipped away through a side street, to the General Furnishing Store of Indian Spring. In passing this empori um, Miss Nellie's quick eye had discovered a cheap brown linen duster hanging in its window. To purchase it, and put it over IN THE CARQUJNEZ WOODS. 61 her delicate cambric dress, albeit with a shivering sense that she looked like a badly folded brown-paper parcel, did not take long. As she left the shop it was with mixed emo tions of chagrin and security that she noticed that her passage through the settlement no longer turned the heads of its male inhab itants. She -reached the outskirts of Indian Spring and the high-road at about the time Mr. Brace had begun his fruitless patrol of the main street. Far in the distance a faint olive-green table mountain seemed to rise abruptly from the plain. It was the Car- quinez Woods. Gathering her spotless skirts beneath her extemporized brown domino, she set out briskly towards them. But her progress was scarcely free or ex hilarating. She was not accustomed to walk ing in a country where " buggy-riding " was considered the only genteel young-lady-like mode of progression, and its regular provision the expected courtesy of mankind. Always fastidiously booted, her low-quartered shoes 62 IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. were charming to the eye, but hardly adapt ed to the dustand in equalities of the high road. It was true that she had thought of buying a coarser pair at Indian Spring, but once face to face with their uncompromis ing ugliness, she had faltered and fled. The sun was unmistakably hot, but her parasol was too well known and offered too violent a contrast to the duster for practical use. Once she stopped with an exclamation of an noyance, hesitated, and looked back. In half an hour she had twice lost her shoe and her temper ; a pink flush took possession of her cheeks, and her eyes were bright with suppressed rage. Dust began to form grimy circles around their orbits; with cat-like shivers she even felt it pervade the roots of her blonde hair. Gradually her breath grew more rapid and hysterical, her smarting eyes became humid, and at last, encountering two observant horsemen in the road, she turned and fled, until, reaching the wood, she began to cry. IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 63 Nevertheless she waited for the two horse men to pass, to satisfy herself that she was not followed ; then pushed on vaguely, until she reached a fallen tree, where, with a ges ture of disgust, she tore off her hapless dus ter and flung it on the ground. She then sat down sobbing, but after a moment dried her eyes hurriedly and started to her feet. A few paces distant, erect, noiseless, with outstretched hand, the young solitary of the Carquinez Woods advanced towards her. His hand had almost touched hers, when he stopped. " What has happened ? " he asked gravely. "Nothing," she said, turning half away, and searching the ground with her eyes, as if she had lost something. " Only I must be going back now." " You shall go back at once, if you wish it," he said, flushing slightly. "But you have been crying ; why ? " Frank as Miss Nellie wished to be, she could not bring herself to say that her 64 IN THE CARQUJNEZ WOODS, feet hurt her, and the dust and heat wore ruining her complexion. It was therefore with a half-confident belief that her troubles were really of a moral quality that she an swered, " Nothing nothing, but but it 's wrong to come here." "But you did not think it was wrong when you agreed to come, at our last meet ing," said the young man, with that persist ent logic which exasperates the inconsequent feminine mind. "It cannot be any more wrong to-day." " But it was not so far oif," murmured the young girl, without looking up. " Oh, the distance makes it more improp er, then," he said abstractedly; but after a moment's contemplation of her half-averted face, he asked gravely, " Has any one talked to you about me ? " Ten minutes before, Nellie had been burn ing to unburthen herself of her father's warning, but now she felt she would not. "I wisli yon wouldn't call yourself Low,'* she said at last. IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 65 " But it 's my naine," he replied quietly. " Nonsense ! It 's only a stupid transla tion of a stupid nickname. They might as well call you ' Water ' at once." " But you said you liked it." " Well, so I do. But don't you see I oh dear ! you don't understand." Low did not reply, but turned his head with resigned gravity towards the deeper woods. Grasping the barrel of his rifle with his left hand, he threw his right arm across his left wrist and leaned slightly upon it with the habitual ease of a Western hunter doubly picturesque in his own lithe, youth ful symmetry. Miss Nellie looked at him from under her eyelids, and then half defi antly raised her head and her dark lashes. Gradually an almost magical change came over her features ; her eyes grew larger and more and more yearning, until they seemed to draw and absorb in their liquid depths the figure of the young man before her ; her cold face broke into an ecstasy of light and 66 JN THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. color ; her humid lips parted in a bright, wel coming smile, until, with an irresistible im pulse, she arose, and throwing buck her head stretched towards him two hands full of vague and trembling passion. In another moment he had seized them, kissed them, and, as he drew her closer to his embrace, felt them tighten around his neck. " But what mime do you wish to call me ? " he asked, looking down into her eyes. Miss Nellie murmured something confi dentially to the third button of his hunting shirt.' "But that," he replied, with a faint smile, "t'/t(ft wouldn't be any more practical, and you wouldn't want others to call me dar " Her fingers loosened around his neck, she drew her head back, and a singular expression passed over her face, which to any calmer observer than a lover woidd have seemed, however, to indicate more curiosity than jealousy. " Who else does call you so ? " she added earnestly. " How many, for instance ? " IN THE CARQ.U1NEZ WOODS. 67 Low's reply was addressed not to her ear, but her lips. She did not avoid it, but added, " And do you kiss them all like that?" Taking him by the shoulders, she held him a little way from her, and gazed at him from head to foot. Then drawing him again to her embrace, she said, " I don't care, at least no woman has kissed you like that." Happy, dazzled, and embarrassed, he was beginning to stammer the truthful protestation that rose to his lips, but she stopped him : " No, don't protest ! say noth ing ! Let me love you that is all. It is enough." He would have caught her in his arms again, but she drew back. " We are near the road," she said quietly. " Come ! you promised to show me where you camped. Let us make the most of our holiday. In an hour I must leave the woods." " But I shall accompany you, dearest." "No, I must go as I came alone." " But Nellie" " I tell you no," she said, with an almost 68 IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. harsh practical decision, incompatible with her previous abandonment. " We might be seen together." " Well, suppose we are ; we must be seen together eventually," he remonstrated. The young girl made an involuntary ges ture of impatient negation, but checked her self. " Don't let us talk of that now. Come, while I am here under your own roof " she pointed to the high interlaced boughs above them " you must be hospitable. Show me your home ; tell me, is n't it a little gloomy sometimes ? " " It never has been ; I never thought it irotthl be until the moment you leave it to- day." She pressed his hand briefly and in a half-perfunctory way, as if her vanity had accepted and dismissed the compliment. "Take me somewhere," she said inquisi tively, " where you stay most ; I do not seem to see you here" she added, looking around her with a slight shiver. " It is so big and IN THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. 69 so high. Have you no place where you eat and rest and sleep ? " " Except in the rainy season, I camp all over the place at any spot where I may have been shooting or collecting." " Collecting ? " queried Nellie. u Yes ; with the herbarium, you know." " Yes," said Nellie dubiously. " But you told me once the first time we ever talked together," she added, looking in his eyes " something about your keeping your things like a squirrel in a tree. Could we not go there ? Is there not room for us to sit and talk without being browbeaten and looked down upon by these supercilious trees ? " " It 's too far away," said Low truthfully, but with a somewhat pronounced emphasis, " much too far for you just now ; and it lies on another trail that enters the wood beyond. But come, I will show you a spring known only to myself, the wood ducks, and the squirrels. I discovered it the first day I saw you, and gave it your name. But you shall 70 IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. christen it yourself. It will be all yours, and yours alone, for it is so hidden and se cluded that I defy any feet but my own or whoso shall keep step with mine to find it. Shall that foot be yours, Nellie?" Her face beamed with a bright assent. " It may be difficult to track it from here," he said, "but stand where you are a mo ment, and don't move, rustle, nor agitate the air in any way. The woods are still now." He turned at right angles with the trail, moved a few paces into the ferns and underbrush, and then stopped with his finger on his lips. For an instant both remained motionless ; then with his intent face bent forward and both arms extended, he began to sink slowly upon one knee and one side, inclining his body with a gentle, perfectly- graduated movement until his ear almost touched the ground. Nellie watched his graceful figure breathlessly, until, like a bow unbent, he stood suddenly erect again, and beckoned to her without changing the direc tion of his face. IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. 71 " What is it ? " she asked eagerly. " All ri'ght ; I have found it," he contin ued, moving- forward without turning his head. "But how? What did you kneel for?" He did not reply, but taking her hand in his continued to move slowly on through the underbrush, as if obeying some magnetic at traction. "How did you find it?" again asked the half-awed girl, her voice uncon sciously falling to a whisper. Still silent, Low kept his rigid face and forward tread for twenty yards further ; then he stopped and released the girl's half-impatient hand. "How did you find it?" she repeated sharply. "With my ears and nose," replied Low gravely. " With your nose ? " " Yes ; I smelt it." Still fresh with the memory of his pictur esque attitude, the young man's reply seemed to involve something more irritating to her 72 IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. feelings than even that absurd anti-climax. She looked at him coldly and critically, and appeared to hesitate whether to proceed. "Is it far?" she asked. "Not more than ten minutes now, as I shall go." " And you won't have to smell your way * O 99 again : " No ; it is quite plain now," he answered seriously, the young girl's sarcasm slip ping harmlessly from his Indian stolidity. " Don't you smell it yourself ? " But Miss Nellie's thin, cold nostrils re fused to take that vulgar interest. "Nor hear it? Listen!" "You forget I suffer the misfortune of having been brought up under a roof," she replied coldly. "That's true," repeated Low, in all seri ousness ; " it 's not your fault. But do you know, I sometimes think I am peculiarly sensitive to water; I feel it miles away. At night, though I may not see it or even IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 73 know where it is, I am conscious of it. It is company to me when I am alone, and I seem to hear it in my dreams. There is no music as sweet to me as its song. When you sang with me that day in church, I seemed to hear it ripple in your voice. It says to me more than the birds do, more than the rarest plants I find. It seems to live with me and for me. It is my earliest recollection ; I know it will be my last, for I shall die in its embrace. Do you think, Nellie," he continued, stopping short and gazing earnestly in her face "do you think that the chiefs knew this when they called me ' Sleeping Water '?" To Miss Nellie's several gifts I fear the gods had not added poetry ." A slight knowl edge of English verse of a select character, unfortunately, did not assist her in the inter pretation of the young man's speech, nor re lieve her from the momentary feeling that he was at times deficient in intellect. She preferred, however, to take a personal view 74 IN THE CARQUJNEZ WOODS. of the question, and expressed her sarcastic regret that she had not known before that she had been indebted to the great flume and ditch at Excelsior for the pleasure of his acquaintance. This pert remark occasioned some explanation, which ended in the girl's accepting a kiss in lieu of more logical argu ment. Nevertheless, she was still conscious of an inward irritation always distinct from her singular and perfectly material passion which found vent as the difficul ties of their undeviating progress through the underbrush increased. At last she lost her shoe again, and stopped short. " It 's a pity your Indian friends did not christen you 4 Wild Mustard ' or 4 Clover,' " she said satirically, " that you might have had some sympathies and longings for the open fields instead of these horrid jungles ! I know we will not get back in time." Unfortunately, Low accepted this speech literally and with his remorseless gravity. " If my name annoys you, I can get it JN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 75 changed by the legislature, you know, and I can find out what my father's name was, and take that. My mother, who died in giving me birth, was the daughter of a chief." "Then your mother was really an In dian ? " said Nellie, " and you are " She stopped short. " But I told you all this the day we first met," said Low, with grave astonishment. " Don't you remember our long talk coming from church ? " "No," said Nellie coldly, "you didn't tell me." But she was obliged to drop her eyes before the unwavering, undeniable truthful ness of his. "You have forgotten," he said calmly; " but it is only right you should have your own way in disposing of a name that I have cared little for ; and as you 're to have a share of it " " Yes, but it 's getting late, and if we are not going forward" interrupted the girl impatiently. 76 IN THE CARQ.UINKZ WOODS. " We are going forward," said Low im- perturbably ; " but I wanted to tell you, as we were speaking on that subject" (Nellie looked at her watch), " I 've been offered the place of botanist and naturalist in Pro fessor Grant's survey of Mount Shasta, and if I take it why, when I come back, dar ling well" " But you 're not going just yet," broke in Nellie, with a new expression in her face. "No." " Then we need not talk of it now," she said, with animation. Her sudden vivacity relieved him. " I see what 's the matter," he said gently, looking down at her feet ; " these little shoes were not made to keep step with a moccasin. We must try another way." He stooped as if to secure the erring buskin, but suddenly lifted her like a child to his shoulder. " There," he continued, placing her arm round his neck, "you are clear of the ferns and brambles now, and we can go on. Are IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. 77 you comfortable ? " He looked up, read her answer in her burning eyes and the warm lips pressed to his forehead at the roots of his straight dark hair, and again moved on ward as in a mesmeric dream. But he did not swerve from his direct course, and with a final dash through the undergrowth parted the leafy curtain before the spring. At first the young girl was dazzled by the strong light that came from a rent in the in terwoven arches of the wood. The breach had been caused by the huge bulk of one of the great giants that had half fallen, and was lying at a steep angle against one of its mightiest brethren, having borne down a lesser tree in the arc of its downward path. Two of the roots^ as large as younger trees, tossed their blackened and bare limbs high in the air. The spring the insignificant cause of this vast disruption gurgled, flashed, and sparkled at the base ; the limpid baby fingers that had laid bare the founda tions of that fallen column played with the 78 JN THE CARQ.U1NEZ WOODS. still clinging rootlets, laved the fractured and twisted limbs, and, widening, filled with sleeping water the graves from which they had been torn. " It had been going on for years, down there," said Low, pointing to a cavity from which the fresh water now slowly welled, " but it had been quickened by the rising of the subterranean springs and rivers which always occurs at a certain stage of the dry season. I remember that on that very night for it happened a little after midnight, when all sounds are more audible I was troubled and oppressed in my sleep by what you would call a nightmare ; a feeling as if I was kept down by bonds and pinions that I longed to break. And then I heard a crash in this direction, and the first streak of morning brought me the sound and scent of water. Six months afterwards I chanced to find my way here, as I told yon, and gave it your name. I did not dream that I should ever stand beside it with you, and have you christen it yourself." IN THE CAR QU1NEZ WOODS. 79 He unloosed the cup from his flask, and filling it at the spring handed it to her. But the young girl leant over the pool, and pour ing the water idly back said, " I 'd rather put my feet in it. May n't I ? " " I don't understand you," he said won- deringly. " My feet are so hot and dusty. The water looks deliciously cool. May I ? " " Certainly." He turned away as Nellie, with apparent unconsciousness, seated herself on the bank, and removed Her shoes and stockings. When she had dabbled her feet a few moments in the pool, she said over her shoulder " We can talk just as well, can't we ? " "Certainly." " Well, then, why did n't you come to church more often, and why did n't you think of telling father that you were convicted of sin and wanted to be baptized ? " " I don't know," hesitated the young man. "Well, you lost the chance of having 80 AY THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. father convert you, baptize you, and take you into full church fellowship." " I never thought " he began. " You never thought. Are n't you a Chris tian?" " I suppose so." " He supposes so ! Have you no convic tions no profession ? " " But, Nellie, I never thought that you " " Never thought that I - - what ? Do you think that I could ever be anything to a man who did not believe in justification by faith, or in the covenant of church fellow ship ? Do you think father would let me ? " In his eagerness to defend himself he stepped to her side. But seeing her little feet shining through the dark water, like outcroppings of delicately veined quartz, he stopped embarrassed. Miss Nellie, however, leaped to one foot, and, shaking the other over the pool, put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. " You have n't got a towel or," she said dubiously, looking at her IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 81 small handkerchief, " anything to dry them on?" But Low did not, as she perhaps expected, offer his own handkerchief. " If you take a bath after our fashion," he said gravely, "you must learn to dry yourself after our fashion." Lifting her again lightly in his arms, he carried her a few steps to the sunny opening, and bade her bury her feet in the dried mosses and baked withered grasses that were bleaching in a hollow. The young girl ut tered a cry of childish delight, as the soft ciliated fibres touched her sensitive skin. " It is healing, too," continued Low ; " a moccasin filled with it after a day on the trail makes you all right again." But Miss Nellie seemed to be thinking of something else. " Is that the way the squaws bathe and dry themselves ? " " I don't know ; you forget I was a boy when I left them." 82 IN THE CARQ.U1NEZ WOODS. 44 And you 're sure you never knew any ? " "None." The young girl seemed to derive some sat isfaction in moving her feet up and down for several minutes among the grasses in the hol low ; then, after a pause, said, " You are quite certain I am the first woman that ever touched this spring ? " 44 Not only the first woman, but the first human being, except myself." 44 How nice ! " They had taken each other's hands ; seated side by side, they leaned against a curving elastic root that half supported, half encom passed, them. The girl's capricious, fitful manner succumbed as before to the near con tact of her companion. Looking into her eyes, Low fell into a sweet, selfish lover's monologue, descriptive of his past and pres ent feelings towards her, which she accepted with a heightened color, a slight exchange of sentiment, and a strange curiosity. The sun had painted their half -embraced silhou- IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. 83 ettes against the slanting tree-trunk, and be gan to decline unnoticed ; the ripple of the water mingling with their whispers came as one sound to the listening ear ; even their el oquent silences were as deep, and, I wot, per haps as dangerous, as the darkened pool that filled so noiselessly a dozen yards away. So quiet were they that the tremor of invading wings once or twice shook the silence, or the quick scamper of frightened feet rustled the dead grass. But in the midst of a prolonged stillness the young man sprang up so sudden ly that Nellie was still half clinging to his neck as he stood erect. " Hush ! " he whis pered ; " some one is near ! " He disengaged her anxious hands gently, leaped upon the slanting tree-trunk, and run ning half-way up its incline with the agility of a squirrel, stretched himself at full length upon it and listened. To the impatient, inexplicably startled girl, it seemed an age before he rejoined her. " You are safe," he said ; " he is going by the western trail towards Indian Spring." 84 AY THE ('ARWIXEZ WOODS. " Who is he ? " she asked, biting her lips with a poorly restrained gesture of mortifica tion and disappointment. " Some stranger," replied Low. " As long as he was n't coming here, why did you give me such a fright?" she said pettishly. " Are you nervous because a sin gle wayfarer happens to stray here ? " " It was no wayfarer, for he tried to keep near the trail," said Low. " He was a stranger to the wood, for he lost his way every now and then. He was seeking or ex pecting some one, for he stopped frequently and waited or listened. He had not walked far, for he wore spurs that tinkled and caught in the brush ; and yet he had not ridden here, for no horse's hoofs passed the road since we have been here. He must have come from Indian Spring." " And you heard all that when you listened just now ? " asked Nellie, half disdainfully. Impervious to her incredulity Low turned his calm eyes on her face. " Certainly, I '11 IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 85 bet my life on what I say. Tell me : do you know anybody in Indian Spring who would likely spy -upon you ? " The young girl was conscious of a certain ill-defined uneasiness, but answered, " No." " Then it was not you he was seeking," said Low thoughtfully. Miss Nellie had not time to notice the emphasis, for he added, " You must go at once, and lest you have been followed I will show you another way back to Indian Spring. It is longer, and you must hasten. Take your shoes and stockings with you until we are out of the bush." He raised her again in his arms and strode once more out through the covert into the dim aisles of the wood. They spoke but little ; she could not help feeling that some other discordant element, affecting him more strongly than it did her, had come between them, and was half perplexed and half fright ened. At the end of ten minutes he seated her upon a fallen branch, and telling her he would return by the time she had resumed 86 IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. her shoes and stocking's glided from her like :i shadow. She would have tittered an in dignant protest at being left alone, but he was gone ere she could detain him. For a moment she thought she hated him. But when she had mechanically shod herself once more, not without nervous shivers at every falling needle, he was at her side. " Do you know any one who wears a frieze coat like that? " he asked, handing her a few torn shreds of wool affixed to a splinter of bark. Miss Nellie instantly recognized the mate rial of a certain sporting coat worn by Mr. Jack Brace on festive occasions, but a strange yet infallible instinct that was part of her nature made her instantly disclaim all knowl edge of it. " No," she said. "Not any one who scents himself with some doctor's stuff like cologne ? " continued Low, with the disgust of keen olfactory sen sibilities. IN THE CAKQUINEZ WOODS. 87 Again Miss Nellie recognized the perfume with which the gallant expressman was wont to make redolent her little parlor, but again she avowed no knowledge of its posseGsor. " Well," returned Low, with some disappoint ment, " such a man has been here. Be on your guard. Let us go at once." She required no urging to hasten her steps, but hurried breathlessly at his side. He had taken a new trail by which they left the wood at right angles with the highway, two miles away. Following an almost effaced mule track along a slight depression of the plain, deep enough, however, to hide them from view, he accompanied her, until, rising to the level again, she saw they were begin ning to approach the highway and the dis tant roofs of Indian Spring. " Nobody meet ing you now," he whispered, " would suspect where you had been. Good night ! until next week remember." They pressed each other's hands, and standing on the slight ridge outlined against 88 JN THE CARQUINKZ WOODS. the paling sky, in full view of the highway, parting carelessly, as if they had been chance met travelers. But Nellie could not restrain a parting backward glance as she left the ridge. Low had descended to the deserted trail, and was running swiftly in the direc tion of the Carquinez Woods. CHAPTER IV. TERESA awoke with a start. It was day already, but how far advanced the even, unchanging, soft twilight of the woods gave no indication. Her companion had vanished, and to her bewildered senses so had the camp-fire, even to its embers and ashes. Was she awake, or had she wandered away un consciously in the night ? One glance at the tree above her dissipated the fancy. There was the opening of her quaint retreat and the hanging strips of bark, and at the foot of the opposite tree lay the carcass of the bear. It had been skinned, and, as Teresa thought with an inward shiver, already looked half its former size. Not yet accustomed to the fact that a few steps in either direction around the circum ference of those great trunks produced the 90 IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. sudden appearance or disappearance of any figure, Teresa uttered a slight scream as her young companion unexpectedly stepped to her side. " You see a change here," he said ; " the stamped-out ashes of the camp-fire lie under the brush," and he pointed to some cleverly scattered boughs and strips of bark which completely effaced the traces of last night's bivouac. " We can't afford to call the attention of any packer or hunter who might straggle this way to this particular spot and this particular tree ; the more natu rally," he added, " as they always prefer to camp over a old fire." Accepting this ex planation meekly, as partly a reproach for her caprice of the previous night, Teresa hung her head. " I 'm very sorry," she said, u but wouldn't that/' pointing to the carcass of the bear, " have made them curious ? " But Low's logic was relentless. " By this time there would have been lit tle left to excite cariosity, if you had been willing to leave those beasts to their work." 7^ THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 91 "I'm very sorry," repeated the woman, her lips quivering. " They are the scavengers of the wood,*' he continued in a lighter tone ; " if you stay here you must try to use them to keep your house clean." Teresa smiled nervously. " I mean that they shall finish their work to-night," he added, " and I shall build an other camp-fire for us a mile from here until they do." But Teresa caught his sleeve. "No," she said hurriedly, " don't, please, for me. You must not take the trouble, nor the risk. Hear me ; do, please. I can bear it, I will bear it to-night. I would have borne it last night, but it was so strange and " she passed her hands over her fore head "I think I must have been half mad. But I am not so foolish now." She seemed so broken and despondent that he replied reassuringly: "Perhaps it would be better that I should find another 92 IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. hiding-place for you, until I can dispose of that carcass so that it will not draw dogs after the wolves, and men after them. Be sides, your friend the sheriff will probably remember the bear when he remembers any thing, and try to get on its track again." " He's a conceited fool," broke in Teresa in a high voice, with a slight return of her old fury, " or he 'd have guessed where that shot came from ; and," she added in a lower tone, looking down at her limp and nerveless fingers, " he would n't have let a poor, weak, nervous wretch like me get away." " But his deputy may put two and two to gether, and connect your escape with it." Teresa's eyes flashed. " It would be like the dog, just to save his pride, to swear it was an ambush of my friends, and that he was ov.erpowered by numbers. Oh yes ! I see it all ! " she almost screamed, lashing herself into a rage at the bare contemplation of this diminution of her glory. " That 's the dirty lie he tells everywhere, and is telling now." IN THE CAR QU INEZ WOODS. 93 She stamped her feet and glanced sav agely around, as if at any risk to proclaim the falsehood. Low turned his impassive, truthful face towards her. " Sheriff Dunn," he began gravely, " is a politician, and a fool when he takes to the trail as a hunter of man or beast. But he is not a coward nor a liar. Your chances would be better if he were if he laid yo'ur escape to an ambush of your friends, than if his pride held you alone responsible." " If he 's such a good man, why do you hes itate?" she replied bitterly. "Why don't you give me up at once, and do a service to one of your friends ? " " I do not even know him," returned Low, opening his clear eyes upon her. " I Ve prom ised to hide you here, and I shall hide you as well from him as from anybody." Teresa did not reply, but suddenly drop ping down upon the ground buried her face in her hands and began to sob convulsive ly. Low turned impassively away, and put- 94 IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. ting aside the bark curtain climbed into the hollow tree. In a few moments he reap peared, laden with provisions and a few sim ple cooking utensils, and touched her lightly on the shoulder. She looked up timidly ; the paroxysm had passed, but her lashes yet glittered. " Come," he said, " come and get some breakfast. I find you have eaten nothing since you have been here twenty - four hours." " I did n't know it," she said, with a faint smile. Then seeing his burden, and pos sessed by a new and strange desire for some menial employment, she said hurriedly, M Let me carry something do, please," and even tried to disencumber him. Half annoyed, Low at last yielded, and handing his rifle said, " There, then, take that ; but be careful it 's loaded ! " A cruel blush burnt the woman's face to the roots of her hair as she took the weapon hesitatingly in her hand. IN THE CAR Q.U INEZ WOODS. 95 " No ! " she stammered, hurriedly lifting her shame-suffused eyes to his ; " no ! no ! " He turned away with an impatience which showed her how completely gratuitous had been her agitation and its significance, and said, " Well, then, give it back if you are afraid of it." But she as suddenly declined to return it ; and shouldering it deftly, took her place by his side. Silently they moved from the hollow tree together. During their walk she did not attempt to invade his taciturnity. Nevertheless she was as keenly alive and watchful of his every movement and gesture as if she had hung enchanted on his lips. The unerring way with which he pursued a viewless, undeviat- ing path through those trackless woods, his quick reconnaissance of certain trees or open ings, his mute inspection of some almost im perceptible footprint of bird or beast, his critical examination of certain plants which he plucked and deposited in his deerskin haversack, were not lost on the quick-witted 96 IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. woman. As they gradually changed the clear, unencumbered aisles of the central woods for a more tangled undergrowth, Te resa felt that subtle admiration which culmi nates in imitation, and simulating perfectly the step, tread, and easy swing of her com panion, followed so accurately his lead that she won a gratified exclamation from him when their goal was reached a broken, blackened shaft, splintered by long-forgotten lightning, in the centre of a tangled carpet of wood-clover. " I don't wonder you distanced the dep uty," he said cheerfully, throwing down his burden, " if you can take the hunting-path like that. In a few days, if you stay here, I can venture to trust you alone for a little pasear when you are tired of the tree." Teresa looked pleased, but busied herself with arrangements for the breakfast, while he gathered the fuel for the roaring fire which soon blazed beside the shattered tree. Teresa's breakfast was a success. It was 7iV THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. 97 a revelation to the young nomad, whose as cetic habits and simple tastes were usually content with the most primitive forms of frontier cookery. It was at least a surprise to him to know that without extra trouble kneaded flour, water, and saleratus need not be essentially heavy ; that coffee need not be boiled with sugar to the consistency of syrup ; that even that rarest delicacy, small shreds of venison covered with ashes and broiled upon the end of a ramrod boldly thrust into the flames, would be better and even more expeditiously cooked upon burn ing coals. Moved in his practical nature, he was surprised to find this curious creature of disorganized nerves and useless impulses informed with an intelligence that did not preclude the welfare of humanity or the existence of a soul. He respected her for some minutes, until in the midst of a culi nary triumph a big tear dropped and splut tered in the saucepan. But he forgave the irrelevancy by taking no notice of it, and by doing full justice to that particular dish. 98 AV THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. Nevertheless, he asked several questions based upon these recently discovered quali ties. It appeared that in the old days of her wanderings with the circus troupe she had often been forced to undertake this nomadic housekeeping. But she " despised it," had never done it since, and always had refused to do it for " him " the personal pronoun referring, as Low understood, to her lover, Curson. Not caring to revive these memories further, Low briefly con cluded : tfc I don't know what you were, or what you may be, but from what I see of you you've got all the sabe of a frontiermaifs wife." She stopped and looked at him, and then, with an impulse of impudence that only half concealed a more serious vanity, asked, "Do you think I might have made a good squaw?" " I don't know," he replied quietly. " I never saw enough of them to know." IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. 99 Teresa, confident from his clear eyes that he spoke the truth, but having nothing ready to follow this calm disposal of her curiosity, relapsed into silence. The meal finished, Teresa washed their scant table equipage in a little spring near the camp-fire ; where, catching sight of her disordered dress and collar, she rapidly threw her shawl, after the national fashion, over her shoulder and pinned it quickly. Low cached the remaining provisions and the few cooking utensils under the dead embers and ashes, obliterating all superficial indication of their camp-fire as deftly and artistically as he had before. " There is n't the ghost of a chance," he said in explanation, " that anybody but you or I will set foot here before we come back to supper, but it 's well to be on guard. I '11 take you back to the cabin now, though I bet you could find your way there as well as I can." On their way back Teresa ran ahead of 100 AV THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. her companion, and plucking a few tiny leaves from a hidden oasis in tin- bark-strewn trail brought them to him. " That 's the kind you 're looking for, is n't it ? " she said, half timidly. " It is," responded Low, in gratified sur prise ; u but how did you know it ? You 're not a botanist, are you ? " " I reckon not," said Teresa ; " but you picked some when we came, and I noticed what they were." Here was indeed another revelation. Low stopped and gazed at her with such frank, open, utterly unabashed curiosity that her blaek eyes fell before him. "And do you think," he asked with logical deliberation, " that you could find any plant from another I should give you?" "Yes." " Or from a drawing of it ? " " Yes ; perhaps even if you described it to me." A half-confidential, half-fraternal silence followed. IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. 101 " I tell you what. I Ve got a book " " I know it," interrupted Teresa ; " full of these things." " Yes. Do you think you could " " Of course I could," broke in Teresa, again. " But you don't know what I mean," said the imperturbable Low. " Certainly I do. Why, find 'em, and pre serve all the different ones for you to write under that 's it, is n't it ? " Low nodded his head, gratified but not en tirely convinced that she had fully estimated the magnitude of the endeavor. " I suppose," said Teresa, in the feminine postcriptum voice which it would seem en tered even the philosophical calm of the aisles they were treading "I suppose that she places, great value on them ? " Low had indeed heard Science personified before, nor was it at all impossible that the singular woman walking by his side had also. He said " Yes ; " but added, in mental refer- 102 IN THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. ence to the Linnean Society of San Fran cisco, that " they were rather particular about the rarer kinds." Content as Teresa had been to believe in Low's tender relations with some favored one of her sex, this frank confession of a plural devotion staggered her. "They?" she repeated. " Yes," he continued calmly. " The Bo tanical Society I correspond with are more particular than the Government Survey." "Then you are doing this for a society? " demanded Teresa, with a stare. " Certainly. I 'm making a collection and classification of specimens. I intend but what are you looking at ? " Teresa had suddenly turned away. Put ting his hand lightly on her shoulder, the young man brought her face to face with him again. She was laughing. " I thought all the while it was for a girl," she said ; " and " But here the mere ef fort of speech sent her off into an audible IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 103 and genuine outburst of laughter. It was the first time he had seen her even smile other than bitterly. Characteristically un conscious of any humor in her error, he remained unembarrassed. But he could not help noticing a change in the expression of her face, her voice, and even her intonation. It seemed as if that fit of laughter had loosed the last ties that bound her to a self-imposed character, had swept away the last barrier between her and her healthier nature, had dispossessed a painful unreality, and relieved the morbid tension of a purely nervous atti tude. The change in her utterance and the resumption of her softer Spanish accent seemed to have come with her confidences, and Low took leave of her before their syl van cabin with a comrade's heartiness, and a complete forgetfulness that her voice had ever irritated him. When he returned that afternoon he was startled to find the cabin empty. But instead of bearing any appearance of disturbance or 104 IN THE CARQUIXI.Z WOODS. hurried flight, the rude interior seemed to have magically assumed a decorous order and cleanliness unknown before. Fresh bark hid the inequalities of the floor. The skins and blankets were folded in the corners, the rude shelves were carefully arranged, even a few tall ferns and bright but quickly fading- flowers were disposed around the blackened chimney. She had evidently availed herself of the change of clothing he had brought her, for her late garments were hanging from the hastily-devised wooden pegs driven in the wall. The young man gazed around him with mixed feelings of gratification and un easiness. His presence had been dispos sessed in a single hour; his ten years of lonely habitation had left no trace that this woman had not effaced with a deft move of her hand. More than that, it looked as it' she had always occupied it; and it was with a singular conviction that even when she should occupy it no longer it would only re vert to him as her dwelling that he dropped IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 105 the bark shutters athwart the opening, and left it to follow her. To his quick ear, fine eye, and abnormal senses, this was easy enough. She had gone in the direction of this morning's camp. Once or twice he paused with a half-gesture of recognition and a characteristic " Good ! " at the place where she had stopped, but was surprised to find that her main course had been as direct as his own. Deviating from this direct line with Indian precaution he first made a circuit of the camp, and ap proached the shattered trunk from the oppo site direction. He consequently came upon Teresa unawares. But the momentary as tonishment and embarrassment were his alone. He scarcely recognized her. She was wearing the garments he had brought her the day before a certain discarded gown of Miss Nellie Wynn, which he had hur riedly begged from her under the pretext of clothing the wife of a distressed over- 106 IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. land emigrant then on the way to the mines. Although he had satisfied his conscience with the intention of confessing the pions fraud to her when Teresa was gone and safe from pursuit, it was not without a sense of remorse that he witnessed the sacrile gious transformation. The two women were nearly the same height and size ; and al though Teresa's maturer figure accented the outlines more strongly, it was still becoming enough to increase his irritation. Of this becomingness she was doubtless un aware at the moment that he surprised her. She was conscious of having " a change," and this had emboldened her to "do her hair " and otherwise compose herself. After their greeting she was the first to allude to the dress, regretting that it was not more of a rough disguise, and that, as she must now discard the national habit of wearing her shawl " manta " fashion over her head, she wanted a hat. " But you must not/' she said, " borrow any more dress for me from IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. 107 your young woman. Buy them for me at some shop. They left me enough money for that." Low gentry put aside the few pieces of gold she had drawn from her pocket, and briefly reminded her of the suspicion such a purchase by him would produce. " That 's so," she said, with a laugh. ".Carambaf what a mule I 'm becoming ! Ah ! wait a moment. I have it ! Buy me a common felt hat a man's hat as if for yourself, as a change to that animal," pointing to the fox-tailed cap he wore summer and winter, " and I '11 show you a trick. I have n't run a theatrical wardrobe for nothing." Nor had she, for the hat thus procured, a few days later, became, by the aid of a silk handkerchief and a bluejay's feather, a fas cinating " pork pie." Whatever cause of annoyance to Low still lingered in Teresa's dress, it was soon for gotten in a palpable evidence of Teresa's value as a botanical assistant. It appeared that during the afternoon she had not only 108 IN THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. duplicated his specimens, but had discovered one or two rare plants as yet unclassified in the flora of the Carquiuez Woods. He was delighted, and in turn, over the camp-lire, yielded up some details of his present life and some of his earlier recollections. 44 You don't remember anything of your father ? " she asked. " Did he ever try to seek you out ? " 44 No ! Why should he ? " replied the im perturbable Low ; " he was not a Cherokee." 44 No, he was a beast," responded Teresa promptly. " And your mother do you re member her ? " 44 No, I think she died." 44 You tli in I' she died ? Don't you know ? " 44 No!" 44 Then you 're another ! " said Teresa. Notwithstanding this frankness, they shook hands for the night : Teresa nestling like a rabbit in a hollow by the side of the camp- fire ; Low with his feet towards it, Indian- wise, and his head and shoulders pillowed JN THE CAR a ff INEZ WOODS. 109 on his haversack, only half distinguishable in the darkness beyond. With such trivial details three uneventful days slipped by. Their retreat was undis turbed, nor could Low detect, by the least evidence to his acute perceptive faculties, that any intruding feet had since crossed the belt of shade. The echoes of passing events at Indian Spring had recorded the escape of Teresa as occurring at a remote and purely imaginative distance, and her probable direc tion the county of Yolo. " Can you remember," he one day asked her, " what time it was when you cut the riata and got away?" Teresa pressed her hands upon her eyes and temples. " About three, I reckon." " And you were here at seven ; you could have covered some ground in four hours ? " "Perhaps I don't know," she said, her voice taking up its old quality again. " Don't ask me I ran all the way." 110 IN THE CARQ.U1NEZ WOODS. Her face was quite pale as she removed her hands from her eyes, and her breath came as quickly as if she had just finished that race for life. " Then you think I am safe here ? " she added, after a pause. " Perfectly until they find you are not in Yolo. Then they '11 look here. And that 's the time for you to go there." Teresa smiled timidly. "It will take them some time to search Yolo unless," she added, " you 're tired of me here." The charming non scquitur did not, however, seem to strike the young man. "I've got time yet to find a few more plants for you," she suggested. " Oh, certainly ! " "And give you a few more lessons in cooking." " Perhaps." The conscientious and literal Low was Ite- ginning to doubt if she were really practical. How otherwise could she trifle with such a situation ? IN THE CARQ.U1NEZ WOODS. Ill It must be confessed that that clay and the next she did trifle with it. She gave herself up to a grave and delicious languor that seemed to flow from shadow and silence and permeate her entire being. She passed hours in a thoughtful repose of mind and spirit that seemed to fall like balm from those steadfast guardians, and distill their gentle ether in her soul; or breathed into her listening ear immunity from the forgot ten past, and security for the present. If there was no dream of the future in this calm, even recurrence of placid existence, so much the better. The simple details of each succeeding day, the quaint housekeep ing, the brief companionship and coming and going of her young host himself at best a crystallized personification of the se date and hospitable woods satisfied her feeble cravings. She no longer regretted the inferior position that her fears had obliged her to take the first night she came ; she began to look up to this young man so 112 IN THE CARdUIM-:/. \VOODS. much younger than herself without know ing what it meant ; it was not until she f jund that this attitude did not detract from his picturesqueness that she discovered her self seeking for reasons to degrade him from this seductive eminence. A week had elapsed with little change. On two days he had been absent all day, returning only in time to sup in the hollow tree, which, thanks to the final removal of the dead bear from its vicinity, was now considered a safer retreat than the exposed camp-fire. On the first of these occasions she received him with some preoccupation, paving but little heed to the si-ant gossip he brought from Indian Spring, and retiring early under the plea of fatigue, that he might seek his o\vn distant cam}) lire, which, thanks to her stronger nerves and re gained courage, she no longer required so near. On the second occasion, lu found her writing a letter more or less blotted with her tears. When it was finished, she begged IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. 113 him to post it at Indian Spring, where in two days an answer would be returned, un der cover, to him. " I hope you will be satisfied then," she added. " Satisfied with what ? " queried the young man. " You '11 see," she replied, giving him her cold hand. " Good-night." " But can't you tell me now ? " he remon strated, retaining her hand. " Wait two days longer it is n't much," was all she vouchsafed to answer. The two days passed. Their former con fidence and good fellowship were fully re stored when the morning came on which he was to bring the answer from the post-of fice at Indian Spring. He had talked again of his future, and had recorded his ambition to procure the appointment of naturalist to a Government Surveying Expedition. She had even jocularly proposed to dress herself in man's attire and " enlist " as his assistant. 8 114 AV THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. " But you will be safe with your friends, I hope, by that time," responded Low. " Safe with my friends," she repeated in a lower voice. " Safe with my friends yes ! " An awkward silence followed ; Teresa broke it gayly: "But your girl, your sweetheart, my benefactor will she let you go ? " " I have n't told her yet," said Low, grave ly, " but I don't see why she should object." " Object, indeed ! " interrupted Teresa in a high voice and a sudden and utterly gra tuitous indignation ; " how should she ? I 'd like to see her do it ! " She accompanied him some distance to the intersection of the trail, where they parted in good spirits. On the dusty plain without a gale was blowing that rocked the high tree-tops above her, but, tempered and subdued, entered the low aisles with a flut tering breath of morning and a sound like the cooing of doves. Never had the wood be fore shown so sweet a sense of security from the turmoil and tempest of the world be- IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 115 yond ; never before had an intrusion from the outer life even in the shape of a letter seemed so wicked a desecration. Tempted by the solicitation of air and shade, she lin gered, with Low's herbarium slung on her shoulder. A strange sensation, like a shiver, suddenly passed across her nerves, and left them in a state of rigid tension. With every sense morbidly acute, with every faculty strained to its utmost, the subtle instincts of Low's woodcraft transformed and possessed her. She knew it now! A new element was in the wood a strange being another life another man approaching ! She did not even raise her head to look about her, but darted with the precision and fleetness of an arrow in the direction of her tree. But her feet were arrested, her limbs paralyzed, her very existence suspended, by the sound of a voice : " Teresa ! " It was a voice that had rung in her ears 116 IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. for the last two years in all phases of inten sity, passion, tenderness, and anger ; a voice upon whose modulations, rude and unmusical though they were, her heart and soul had hung in transport or anguish. But it was a chime that had rung its last peal to her senses as she entered the Carquinez Woods, and for the last week had been as dead to her as a voice from the grave. It was the voice of her lover Dick Curson ! CHAPTER V. THE wind was blowing towards the stran ger, so that he was nearly- upon her when Teresa first took the alarm. He was a man over six feet in height, strongly built, with a slight tendency to a roundness of bulk which suggested reserved rather than im peded energy. His thick beard and mus tache were closely cropped around a small and handsome mouth that lisped except when he was excited, but always kept fellow ship with his blue eyes in a perpetual smile of half-cynical good-humor. His dress was superior to that of the locality ; his general expression that of a man of the world, albeit a world of San Francisco, Sacramento, and Murderer's Bar. He advanced towards her with a laugh and an outstretched hand. here ! " she gasped, drawing back. 118 IN THE CARQUJNEZ WOODS. Apparently neither surprised nor morti fied at this reception, he answered frankly, " Yeth. You did n't expect me, I know. But Doloreth showed me the letter you wrote her, and well here I am, ready to help you, with two men and a thpare horthe waiting outside the woodth on the blind trail." 4 iYou you here?" she only repeated. Curson shrugged his shoulders. " Yeth. Of courth you never expected to thee me again, and leatht of all here. I '11 admit that; I'll thay I would n't if I'd been in your plathe. I '11 go further, and thay you did n't want to thee me again anywhere. But it all cometh to the thame thing ; here I am. I read the letter you wrote Doloreth. I read how you were hiding here, under Dunn'th very nothe, with his whole pothe out, cavorting round and barkin' up the wrong tree. I made up my mind to eome down here with a few nathty friends of mine and cut you out under Dunn'th nothe, and run you over into Yuba that *th all." IN THE- CARQU INEZ WOODS. 119 " How dared she show you my letter you of all men ? How dared she ask your help ? " continued Teresa, fiercely. " But she did n't athk my help," he re sponded coolly. " D d if I don't think she jutht calculated I 'd be glad to know you were being hunted down and thtarving, that I might put Dunn on your track." " You lie ! " said Teresa, furiously ; " she was my friend. A better friend than those who professed more," she added, with a contemptuous drawing away of her skirt as if she feared Curson's contamination. " All right. Thettle that with her when you go back," continued Curson philosoph ically. "We can talk of that on the way. The thing now ith to get up and get out of thethe woods. Come ! " Teresa's only reply was a gesture of scorn. " I know all that," continued Curson half soothingly, " but they 're waiting." " Let them wait. I shall not go." " What will you do ? " 120 IN THE CARQ.UINEZ WOODS. " Stay here till the wolves eat me." " Teresa, listen. D it all Teresa Tita! see here," he said with sudden energy. " I swear to God it 's all right. I 'in willing to let by-gones be by-gones and take a new deal. You shall come back as if nothing had happened, and take your old place as before. I don't mind doing the square thing, all round. If that's what you mean. if that's all that stands in the way, why, look upon the thing as settled. There, Tita, old girl, come." Careless or oblivious of her stony silence and starting eyes, he attempted to take her hand. But she disengaged herself with a quick movement, drew back, and suddenly crouched like a wild animal about to spring. Curson folded his arms as she leaped to her feet ; the little dagger she had drawn from her garter flashed menacingly in the air, but she stopped. The man before her remained erect, im passive, and silent ; the great trees around IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 121 and beyond her remained erect, impassive, and silent ; there was no sound in the dim aisles but the quick panting of her mad passion, no movement in the calm, motion less shadow but the trembling of her up lifted steel. Her arm bent and slowly sank, her fingers relaxed, the knife fell from her hand. " That 'th quite enough for a thow," he said, with a return to his former cynical ease and a perceptible tone of relief in his voice. " It 'th the thame old Theretha. Well, then, if you won't go with me, go without me ; take the led horthe and cut away. Dick Athley and Petereth will follow you over the county line. If you want thome money, there it ith." He took a buckskin purse from his pocket. " If you won't take it from me " he hesitated as she made no reply " Athley 'th flush and ready to lend you thome." She had not seemed to hear him, but had stooped in some embarrassment, picked up 122 IN THE CARdUlXKZ WOODS. the knife and hastily hid it, then with averted face and nervous fingers was beginning to tear strips of loose bark from the nearest trunk. " Well, what do you thay ? " " I don't want any money, and I shall stay here." She hesitated, looked around her, and then added, with an effort, '* I sup pose you meant well. Be it so ! Let by gones be by-gones. You said just now, * It 's the same old Teresa.' So she is, and seeing she 's the same she 's better here than any where else." There was enough bitterness in her tone to call for Curson's half - perfunctory sym pathy. " That be d d," he responded quickly. " Jutht thay you '11 come, Tita, and " She stopped his half-spoken sentence \vitli a negative gesture. " You don't understand. I shall stay here." " But even if they don't theek you here, you can't live here forever. The friend that IN THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. 123 you wrote about who watli tho good to you, you know, can't keep you here alwayth ; and are you thure you can alwayth trutht her ?" " It is n't a woman ; it 's a man." She stopped short, and colored to the line of her forehead. " Who said it was a woman ? " she continued fiercely, as if to cover her con fusion with a burst of gratuitous anger. " Is that another of your lies? " Curson's lips, which for a moment had completely lost their smile, were now drawn together in a prolonged whistle. He gazed curiously at her gown, at her hat, at the bow of bright ribbon that tied her black hair, and said, " Ah ! " " A poor man who has kept my secret," she went on hurriedly "a man as friend less and lonely as myself. Yes," disregard ing Curson's cynical smile, " a man who has shared everything " " Naturally," suggested Curson. " And turned himself out of his only shel ter to give me a roof and covering," she con- 124 I2f THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. tinued mechanically, struggling with the new and horrible fancy that his words awakem-d. "And thlept every night at Indian Thpring to save your reputation," said C 'ar son. " Of court-he." Teresa turned very white. Curson was prepared for an outburst of fury perhaps even another attack. But the crushed and beaten woman only gazed at him with fright ened and imploring eyes. " For God's sake, Dick, don't say that ! " The amiable cynic was staggered. His good-humor and a certain chivalrous instinct he could not repress got the better of him. He shrugged his shoulders. " What I thay, and what you Jo, Teretha, need n't make us quarrel. I Ve no claim on you I know it. Only" a vivid sense of the ridiculous, powerful in men of his stamp, completed her victory "only don't thay anything about my coming down here to cut you out from the the the sheriff" He gave utterance to a short but unaffected laugh, made a slight grimace, and turned to go. IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 125 Teresa did not join in his mirth. Awk ward as it would have been if he had taken a severer view of the subject, she was morti fied even amidst her fears and embarrassment at his levity. Just as she had become con vinced that his jealousy had made her over- conscious, his apparent good-humored indif ference gave that over-consciousness a guilty significance. Yet this was lost in her sudden alarm as her companion, looking up, uttered an exclamation, and placed his hand upon his revolver With a sinking conviction that the climax had come, Teresa turned her eyes. From the dim aisles beyond, Low was ap proaching. The catastrophe seemed com plete. She had barely time to utter an imploring whisper : " In the name of God, not a word to him." But a change had already come over her companion. It was no longer a parley with a foolish woman ; he had to deal with a man like himself. As Low's dark face and picturesque figure caine nearer, Mr. 126 IN TEE CARQUIXKZ WOODS. Curson's proposed method of dealing with him was made audible. " Ith it a mulatto or a Thircuth, or both ?" he asked, with affected anxiety. Low's Indian phlegm was impervious to such assault. He turned to Teresa, with out apparently noticing her companion. " I turned back," he said quietly, " as soon as I knew there were strangers here; I thought you might need me." She noticed for the first time that, in addition to his rifle, he carried a revolver and hunting-knife in his belt. " Yeth," returned Curson, with an ineffec tual attempt to imitate Low's phlegm ; " but ath I did n't happen to be a sthranger to thith lady, perhaps it wathn't nethethary, particularly ath I had two friends" " Waiting at the edge of the wood with a led horse," interrupted Low, without address- big him, but apparently continuing his ex planation to Teresa. But she turned to Low with feverish anxiety. IN THE CARQU1NEZ WOODS. 127 " That 's so he is an old friend " she gave a quick, imploring glance at Curson " an old friend who came to help me away he is very kind," she stammered, turning al ternately from the one to the other ; u but I told him there was no hurry at least to day _that you were very good too, and would hide me a little longer, until your plan you know your plan," she added, with a look of beseeching significance to Low "could be tried." And then, with a helpless conviction that her excuses, motives, and emo tions were equally and perfectly transparent to both men, she stopped in a tremble. " Perhapth it 'th jutht ath well, then, that the gentleman came thraight here, and did n't tackle my two friendth when he pathed them," observed Curson, half sarcastically. " I have not passed your friends, nor have I been near them," said Low, looking at him for the first time, with the same exasperating calm, " or perhaps I should not be here or they there. I knew that one man entered 128 IN THE CARQ.U1NEZ WOODS. the wood a few moments ago, and that two men and four horses remained outside." " That 's true," said Teresa to Curson ex citedly " that 's true. He knows all. He can see without looking, hear without listen ing. He he" - she stammered, colored, and stopped. The two men had faced each other. Cur- son, after his first good-natured impulse, had retained no wish to regain Teresa, whom he felt he no longer loved, and yet who, for that very reason perhaps, had awakened his chiv alrous instincts. Low, equally on his side, was altogether unconscious of any feeling which might grow into a passion, and pre vent him from letting her go with another if for her own safety. They were both men of a certain taste and refinement. Yet, in spite of all this, some vague instinct of the liasrr male animal remained with them, and they were moved to a mutually aggressive attitude in the presence of the female. One word more, and the opening chapter IN THE CARQUINEZ WOODS. 129 of a sylvan Iliad might have begun. But this modern Helen saw it coming, and ar rested it with an inspiration of feminine genius. Without being observed, she dis engaged her knife from her bosom and let it fall as if by accident. It struck the ground with the point of its keen blade, bounded and rolled between them. The two men started and looked at each other with a fool ish air. Curson laughed. " I reckon she can take care of herthelf," he said, extending his hand to Low. ? I 'm off. But if I 'm wanted she 'II know where to find me." Low took the proffered hand, but neither of the two men looked at Teresa. The reserve of antagonism once broken, a few words of caution, advice, and encourage ment passed between them, in apparent ob- liviousness of her presence or her personal responsibility. As Curson at last nodded a farewell to her, Low insisted upon accompa nying him as far as the horses, and in an other moment she was again alone. 130 JN TUE CARQUINEZ WOODS. She had saved a quarrel between them at the sacrifice of herself, for her vanity was still keen enough to feel that this exhibi tion of her old weakness had detruded her O in their eyes, and, worse, had lost the re spect her late restraint had won from Low. They had treated her like a child or a cra/y woman, perhaps even now were exchanging criticisms upon her perhaps pitying her ! Yet she had prevented a quarrel, a fight; possibly the death of either one or the other of these men who despised her, for none better knew than she the trivial beinmiiiic 1 O O and desperate end of these encounters. AVonld they would Low ever realize it, and forgive her? Her small, dark hands went up to her eyes and she sank upon the ground. She looked through tear- veiled lashes upon the mute and gi:int \vitnesses of her deceit and ]>a>