The Odds
"If he comes my way, I'll shoot him!" said Dot Burton, her blue eyesgleaming in her boyish, tanned face. "I'm not such a bad shot, am I,Jack?""Not so bad," said Jack, kindly. "But don't shoot at sight, or p'r'apsyou'll shoot a policeman--which might be awkward for us both!""As if I should be such an idiot as that!" protested Dot. "I wasn't bornyesterday, anyhow.""No?" said Jack. "Somehow you look as if you were.""Don't you be a donkey, Jack!" said his young sister, with an impudentsnap of the fingers under his nose. "Being ten years older than I amdoesn't qualify you for that superior pose. You're only a man, you know,after all.""Buckskin Bill is only a man, but he's a pretty tough proposition," saidBurton, with a frown.She smoothed the frown away with caressing fingers. "I know. That's whyI'd like to shoot him. But he's sure to be caught now, isn't he? They'vegot him in a trap. He'll never wriggle through with Fletcher Hill tooutwit him. You said yourself that with him on the job the odds were deadagainst him.""Oh, I know. So they are. But he's such a wily devil. Well, I'd better begoing." Jack Burton arose with the deliberate movements of a heavy man."I'm sick of this business, Dot. If it weren't for you, I believe I'dchuck it all and go into business in a town.""Oh, darling! How silly!" protested Dot. "What a good thing I came outwhen I did! Things seem to be at a rather low ebb with you. But cheer up!What's a few head of cattle when all's said and done? When once thisrascal is laid by the heels, you'll make up quicker than you know. Ofcourse you will. Don't let yourself get downhearted! What is the good?"He smiled a little. There was something heartening in the girl's slimactivity of pose apart from her words. She looked indomitable. He pulledher to him and kissed her."Well, take care of yourself, Dot! You won't be frightened? You needn'tbe. He won't come your way. Hill has sworn solemnly to keep an extraguard in this direction. He may call around himself before the day isover. It wouldn't surprise me. Don't shoot him if he does! At least,give him a feed first!""Oh, really, Jack!" the girl protested. "I shall be cross with you beforelong. You'd better go quick before it comes on."She put her arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug. Her sunburntface was pressed to his. "Now, you won't do anything silly?" she urgedhim, softly. "I don't like parting with you in this mood. I wish I werecoming too.""Rubbish! Rubbish!" he said. "You stay at home, little shepherdess, andlook after the lambs! I won't be late back. Mind you are civil toFletcher Hill if he turns up! He'll be a magistrate one of these days ifhe plays his cards well.""If he catches the biggest cattle-thief in Australia?" suggested Dot,screwing her face into a very boyish grimace. "I wouldn't care to getpromotion for that job, if I were a man. But I'll be vastly polite to himif he turns up. You've never seen me doing the pretty, have you? But Ican--awfully well--when I try."Her brother laughed. "Oh, don't be too pretty, my child! It's a dangerousgame. Good-bye! Don't go far away!""My dear man! As if I should have time!" ejaculated Dot.She gave him another squeeze and let him go.There were a great many things to be done that day, things which a mereignorant male would never have dreamt of. There was bread to be baked, anevening meal to be prepared, countless household duties waiting to bedone, and work enough in Jack's wardrobe alone to keep an ordinary womanbusy for a week. Poor Jack! He was not a great hand at needlework. Shehad been shocked at the state in which she had found him. But she had notshirked her responsibilities. And more than ever was she glad now thatshe had come to him. For he needed her in a moral sense as well. She wastoo much of a "new chum" to help him in any very active sense outside thehomestead at present. But he needed a good deal of moral backing just atthat moment. She had come to him straight from England, and full ofenthusiasm. He had hewn his own way and begun to enjoy prosperity. Butshe had arrived to find that prosperity temporarily checked. A gang ofcattle-thieves were making serious depredations among his stock.The police were hot on the trail, and it was believed that the gang hadbeen split up, but so far no notable captures had been made. BuckskinBill, the leader, was still at large, and while this remained the casethere could be no security for any one. Every farmer in the district waskeen on the chase, expecting to fall a victim.And--there was no doubt about it--Buckskin Bill was in a very tightcorner. Inspector Hill had the matter in hand, and he was not a man tobe lightly baffled. Jack regarded him with wholehearted admiration. Butsomehow Dot, the new arrival, felt curiously prejudiced against him. Shewanted Buckskin Bill to be caught, but she could not help hoping thatthis astute Inspector of Police would not be his captor. She was surefrom Jack's description that she would not like the man, and as she wentabout her work she earnestly hoped that he would not come her way, atleast in her brother's absence.She was busy indoors during the whole of the morning. As middayapproached the heat became intense. Jack usually returned for a meal atnoon, but she was not expecting him that day. He had joined the chase,and had taken with him every available man. She might have felt lonelyif she had not been so engrossed. As it was, she hummed cheerily toherself as she went to and fro. There were so many things to think about,and it was such an interesting world in which she found herself.In the early afternoon she went out to feed a few motherless lambs thather brother had placed in her charge. She stood in the shelter of a greatbarn with the little things clustering around her, while Robin, the oldblack hound, lay watching and snapping at the flies. Miles and miles ofpasture stretched around her, broken here and there by thick scrub andoccasional groups of blue gum trees.The hot glare of the afternoon sun made the eyes ache, and she was gladwhen her task was over. When she stood up at length she was feeling alittle giddy, and she leaned for a moment against the barn wall to steadyherself. A rank growth of grass grew all about her feet, and as she stoodthere gazing rather dizzily downwards she saw a ripple pass along itclose to the building.Any but a "new chum" would have known the meaning of that smalldisturbance, for there was no breath of air to cause it. Any but a "newchum," being quite defenceless, would have beaten instant and swiftretreat.But Dot Burton in her inexperience had no thought of evil. She was onlycurious. She forgot her weariness, and bent down to watch the movinggrass.At the same moment Robin suddenly raised his head and looked keenly inthe direction of the farm, with a growl. The girl barely heard him, sointerested was she. She even stooped and parted the tall grass with herhands when unexpectedly it ceased to move.The next instant she started back with a wild cry of horror. For it wasas if the grass itself had suddenly come to malignant life under herhands. A shape--long, thin, vividly green--rose up before her, and swayedwith an angry hiss.Her cry seemed to galvanize Robin into action, for he sprang up fiercelybarking, but his attention was not directed towards her. He leapt insteadtowards the house, yelling resentment as he went. And in a flash thegreen evil struck at the bare brown arm!Dot shrieked again, shrieked like a demented creature, and in a moment,with hands flung wide, she was fleeing across the sun-baked yard.She reached the open door immediately behind Robin, and sprang inheadlong. Robin had ceased to bark, and was fawning at the feet of a manwho had evidently just entered. He was bent down over the dog, fondlinghim with one hand. In the other something bright gleamed, and as hestraightened himself the girl saw that it was a revolver; but she was tooagitated to take much note of the fact.She burst in upon him in breathless, horrified distress. "I've beenbitten!" she cried to him. "Bitten by a snake!""Where?" he said.He had her by the arm in a second and was pushing up the loose hollandsleeve. Later she marvelled at his promptitude, his instant intuition.At the moment she was too terrified, too near collapse, to notice any ofthese things.He pushed her down upon a chair and knelt beside her. She found herselfstaring down at a shock of straw-coloured hair, while the owner of itsucked and sucked with an almost brutal force at a place in the crook ofher arm that felt as if a red-hot needle had been plunged into it. Shecould feel the drawing of his teeth against her flesh. It was a sensationalmost more horrible than the actual snake-bite had been.Twice he turned his head and spat into the hearth, and she saw that hisface was smooth and young, the colour of sun-baked brick.At last he looked up at her with the most extraordinarily blue eyes shehad ever seen, and said, with a kindly twinkle in them, "I don't thinkyou'll die this time, missis."She looked from him to her arm. The bite showed no more than the sting ofa nettle, but around it was the deep impress of his teeth. Certainly hehad done his task thoroughly.The kettle was singing over the fire. He got to his feet and patted Robinon the head. "Let's wash it," he said. "Is there a basin handy?"Dot sat in her chair, feeling rather weak. He fetched a bowl and set iton a chair by her side. He poured water into it from the kettle.She looked up at him rather apprehensively. "I needn't scald it, need I?"He smiled down at her in instant reassurance, a vivid smile that warmedher fear-chilled heart. His teeth were white and regular, like the teethof a young wild animal."There's some cold water somewhere, isn't there?" he said.She told him where to find it, and he cooled the steaming water to atemperature that she could endure without flinching. Then he made herrest her arm in it."That'll comfort it," he said. "Now, have you got any spirits in thehouse?""I don't drink spirits," she said quickly.He smiled again. "No? But you must this time--just to complete the cure.Tell me where to find them!"His smile was certainly magnetic, for she told him without furtherprotest.When he brought the spirits, she looked at him for the first time withactive interest."I suppose you are Inspector Hill," she said.He was pouring whisky into a glass. He gave her a sidelong glance. "Nowthat's a very clever guess," he said. "What put you on to that?"She smiled, mainly because he had meant her to smile. "I've been halfexpecting you all day," she said.He looked down at her more fully as he finished his task. "That's veryinteresting," he said. "Who told you to expect me?""My brother--Jack Burton," she explained."Oh! Jack Burton is your brother, is he?" He contemplated herthoughtfully for a second or two. "Well, I seem to have turned upat the right moment," he said."Yes." She leaned forward with flushed face upraised. "And I haven't said'Thank you' yet. I'm so grateful to you. I can't tell you how grateful.""Don't!" he said. "Don't! Drink this instead! Drink to the lucky chancethat sent me your way! I'm proud to have been of use to you."She took the glass unwillingly. "I'm sure I shall hate it.""It's the best antidote to snake-poison out," he said. "I swear it won'tupset you. If it makes you sleepy, well, you're in the right place andsafe enough."She liked his utterance of the last words. They had a genuine ring. "But,if I drink, so must you!" she said. "And eat, too! Jack said I was togive you a meal if you came."He smiled again, a large, humorous smile. "That's the kindest thing JackBurton has ever done," he said, with warm approval. "I'll join you withpleasure, missis. This man-trapping business is hungry work for all ofus."Dot frowned a little. It did not please her to be reminded of hismission. Her former prejudice began to revive within her, his kindnessnotwithstanding."I don't like the thought of it myself," she told him abruptly. "But, ofcourse, I'm only a 'new chum.'""What?" he said, pausing in the act of pouring himself out a drink. "Thatsounds as if you want that scoundrel Bill to get away."She coloured in some confusion under his look. How could she expect tomake a policeman understand? "No--no!" she said, with vehemence. "I'm notquite so soft as that. I'd shoot him myself if he came my way. But I hateto think of a dozen men all on the track of one. It really isn't fair."He laughed, but without superiority. "And yet you'd swell the odds? Doyou call that fair?"Dot paused to collect her arguments. It seemed that possibly even thismachine of justice carried a small fragment of sympathy in his soul.Certainly he was not the judicial automaton she had expected him to be."It's like this," she said. "I'd shoot him if he came my way becausehe has done us a lot of mischief, and I want to stop it. But I'ddo it squarely. I wouldn't do it when he wasn't looking. And Iwouldn't--ever--make it my profession to hunt down criminals and evenemploy black men to help. I think that's hateful. I couldn't live thatway. I'd be above it.""I see." He lifted his glass to her in a silent toast, and drank a deepdraught. "Then if you chanced to know where he was, I take it you'd justsettle him yourself, if you could. But you wouldn't in any case give himaway to the police. Is that your point of view?""It isn't unreasonable, is it?" she said, with a touch of eagerness. "Imean, if you weren't what you are, wouldn't you do the same?""I don't know," he said, smiling at her whimsically. "You see, being whatI am handicaps me rather. I haven't much time for working out niceproblems."Dot leaned back again. He had disappointed her. But she could not neglecther duty on that account. She took her arm out of the water and dried it.Then she arose."How does it feel?" he said."Oh, only a little stiff," she answered, turning away. "Now I am going toget you something to eat. Sit down, won't you?"Her tone was distant, but he did not seem to notice any change. Hethanked her and sat down, facing the open door. Robin sat pressed againsthis knee. It was evident that the dog entertained no doubts regarding thevisitor. Having passed him as respectable, he accepted him withoutreserve.This fact presently occurred to Dot as she waited upon her visitor, and,since it was not her nature to prolong an uncomfortable situation, shebroke the silence to comment upon it."He doesn't take to everyone at sight," she said."No?" She saw again that frank, disarming smile. "You see, missis, I knowthe ways of animals, and a very useful sort of knowledge I've found it.""I wonder why you call me missis," she said. "I'm Jack's sister, not hiswife."He looked up at her. "But you're the boss of the establishment, I takeit?"She smiled also half against her will. "I'm rather new at present. But nodoubt I shall learn.""And then you'll go and boss some one else?" he suggested.She coloured a little. "No. I shall stick to Jack," she said, withdecision."Lucky Jack!" he said. "But you're quite right. There's no one goodenough for you around here. We're a low breed mostly.""I didn't mean that!" she protested, in quick distress. "I never thoughtthat!""I know," he said. "I know. But you've sort of felt it all the same. Me,for instance!" His intensely blue eyes challenged her suddenly. "Haven'tyou said to yourself, 'That man may be up to local standard, but he'smade of shocking crude material'? Straight now! Haven't you?"She hesitated, her face burning under his direct look. "Do you--do youreally want to know what I think?" she said."I do." There was something uncompromising in the brief rejoinder, yetsomehow she did not find him formidable.She answered him without difficulty in spite of her embarrassment. "Ithink, then, that it isn't you yourself at all that I feel like thatabout. It's just your profession.""Ah!" He began to smile again. "Once live down that, and I might bepossible. Is that it?"She nodded, still flushed, yet curiously not uneasy. "Something likethat. Why can't you be a farmer like Jack?""I wish I were," he said, unexpectedly."Why?" The word slipped out almost in spite of her, but she felt she musthave an answer.He answered her with his eyes full on her. "Because I'd like to lead thesort of life you would approve of," he said. "I've a notion it would beworth while."She turned aside from his look. "It's only a matter of opinion, ofcourse," she said."Is it?" he said. He turned his attention to the meal before him, and aterapidly for a few moments while he considered the matter. At length:"Yes," he said. "I suppose you're right. Anyhow, you don't feel drawnthat way. You won't feel a bit pleased if Buckskin Bill gets caught bythe police this journey after this?"Dot shook her head. "I don't think a man ought to be tracked down like awild beast," she said, resolutely.The blue eyes that watched her kindled a little. He finished what was onhis plate and pushed it from him."I'm greatly obliged to you," he said, "for your hospitality. I neededit--badly enough. You'll thank Jack for me, won't you? I must be goingnow. But there's just one thing I'd like to say to you first."He got up and stood before her. It was impossible not to admire hissplendid height and breadth of chest. He could have lifted her easilywith one hand. And yet, strangely, though she felt his power he did notmake her aware of her own weakness.She looked up at him. "Yes? What is it?""Just this, Miss Burton," he said, and somehow he lingered over the namein a fashion that made it sound musical in her ears. "I'd like to strikea bargain with you--because you've made a sort of impression on me. I'mnot meaning any impertinence. You know that?""Go on!" she whispered, almost inaudibly.He went on, bending slightly towards her. "The odds are dead againstBuckskin Bill escaping, but--he may escape. If he does, will you--thenext time I come to see you--treat me--without prejudice?"He also was almost whispering as he uttered the last words.She drew a sharp breath and looked at him. "You--you--are going to lethim go?" she said, incredulously.He did not answer. His eyes were drawing hers with a magnetism she couldnot resist. And they thrilled her--they thrilled her!"The odds are dead against him," he said again, after a moment. "Is it--abargain?"Her heart gave a queer little jerk within her. She stood motionless fora space. Then, with a little quivering smile, she very, very slowly gavehim her hand.He took it into his great brown one, and though his touch was whollygentle she felt the force of the man throbbing behind it, and it seemedto surge all around and within her.He stood for a second as if irresolute or uncertain how to treat her.Then, with a wordless sound that needed no interpretation, he pushedback the sleeve from the place whence he had sucked the poison. It showedonly a little red now. He bent very low until his lips pressed it again.Then for one burning moment they neither moved nor breathed.The next thing that Dot realized was the passing of his great figurethrough the doorway out of her sight. She saw him don his slouch hat ashe went.* * * * *She cleared the table again and sat down to her work. But somehow allenergy had gone from her. A great lassitude hung upon her. Perhaps it wascaused by the heat, or possibly by the whisky he had made her drink.There was no resisting it. It pressed her down like a physical weight.She gave herself up to it at last, and leaning back in her chair like atired child she slept.Robin lay at her feet. The afternoon crawled away. Like the enchantedprincess of old, she reclined in a slumber so deep that life itselfseemed to be suspended.The sun began to slant towards the west, and the pastures took on agolden look. The lambs gambolled together with shrill bleatings. ButDot Burton slept on in her chair, a faint smile on her face of innocence.Though she could not have been dreaming in so deep a repose, her lastthought ere she slept must have held happiness. Her serenity lay like atender veil upon her.It was drawing towards evening when Robin suddenly raised his head againwith a deep growl. There came the sound of footsteps through the opendoor. The girl stirred and slowly awoke.She stretched up her arms with a sleepy movement, and then, as voicesreached her, roused herself completely and got to her feet.Her brother and another man--a tall, lantern-jawed stranger--were on thepoint of entering.Jack led the way. "Halloa, Dot!" he said. "Have you seen anything of ourman? He's broken cover in this direction in spite of us. You haven't shothim by any chance, I suppose?"Dot looked from him to the man behind him."Inspector Hill," said Jack. "Eh? What's the matter?""Nothing--nothing!" said Dot. Yet she had gone back a step as if she hadbeen struck. She held out her hand to the policeman. "How do you do?I--I--am very pleased to meet you. So you haven't caught him after all?"Inspector Hill was looking at her keenly. He wore a sardonic expression,as of one who knows that he has been outwitted. "I have not, madam,"he said. "Neither, I presume, have you?"She shook her head, looking him straight in the face. "No, I haven't.I am afraid I have been asleep. Are you sure he passed this way?"Her eyes were clear and candid as the eyes of a boy. Inspector Hillturned his own away."Yes. Quite sure," he said, with brevity."He's a slippery devil," declared Jack Burton. "Sit down, man! My sisteris a 'new chum.' She probably wouldn't have known him from a man on thefarm if she'd seen him. In fact, if you'd turned up here by yourself shemight have shot you--on suspicion.""I probably should," said Dot, coldly.She did not like Inspector Hill, and her manner plainly said so.At her brother's behest she set food before them, for they were hot andjaded after their fruitless day; but she left the duties of host entirelyto him, and as soon as possible she went away with Robin to feed thelambs.A wonderful glow lay upon the grasslands. It was as if she moved througha magic atmosphere upon which some enchantment had been laid. Since thatwonderful sleep of hers all things seemed to have changed. Had it allbeen a dream? she asked herself. Then, shuddering, she turned up hersleeve to find that small red patch upon her arm.She found it. It tingled to her touch. Yet she continued to finger itwith a curious feeling that was almost awe. She thought it must be thememory of his kiss that made it throb so hard.Some one came softly up behind her. An arm encircled her. She turned withthe day-dream still in her eyes and saw her brother.She pulled down her sleeve quickly, for though his face was kind, heseemed to look at her oddly, almost with suspicion."Had a quiet day?" he questioned, gently.She leaned against his shoulder, feeling small and rather uncomfortable."I--I was very busy all the morning," she said, evasively."And in the afternoon?" he said.She nestled to him with a little coaxing movement. "In the afternoon,"she told him softly, "I went to sleep.""Yes?" he said."That's all," said Dot, lifting her face to kiss him.He took her chin and held it while he looked long and searchingly intoher eyes."Dot!" he said.She made a little gesture of protest, but he held her still."Dot, tell me what has been happening!" he said.She had begun to tremble. "I'll tell you," she said, "when Inspector Hillhas gone.""Tell me now!" he said.But she shook her head with tightly compressed lips."You have seen the man!" he said.Dot remained silent.His face grew grim. "Dot! Shall I tell you what Hill said to me justnow?""If you like," whispered Dot."He said, 'She has seen the man, and he has squared her. It's a way hehas with the women. You'll find she won't give him away.'"That stung, as it was meant to sting. She flinched under it. "I hateInspector Hill!" she said, with vehemence.He smiled a little. "I don't suppose that fact would upset him much. Agood many people don't exactly love him. But look here, Dot! You're nota fool. At least, I hope not. You can't seriously wish to shield a thief.Only this morning you were going to shoot him!""Ah!" she said. And then suddenly she pulled up her sleeve and showed himthe mark upon her arm. "But he has saved my life since then," she said."What?" said Jack. He caught her arm and looked at it. "You've had asnake-bite!" he said."Yes, Jack."His eyes went back to her face. "Why didn't you tell me before? What kindof snake was it?"She told him, shuddering. "A horrible green thing--green as the grass. Ithink it had some black marking on its back. I'm not sure. I didn't stopto see. I--oh, Jack!" She broke off in swift consternation. "There is adead lamb!""Ah!" said Jack, and strode across to the barn where it lay, stark andlifeless in the shade in which it had taken refuge from the afternoonheat."Oh, Jack!" cried Dot, in distress. "What can have happened to it?Not--not that hateful snake?""Not much doubt as to that," said Jack, grimly. "No, don't look tooclose! It's not a pretty sight. And don't cry, child! What's the good?"He drew her away, his arm around her, holding her closely, comfortingher. "It might have been you," he said.She lifted her wet face from his shoulder. "It was--it would havebeen--but for--""All right," he interrupted. "Don't say any more!"* * * * *He left her to recover herself and went back to Fletcher Hill,sardonically awaiting him."On a wrong scent this time," he said. "She's lost one of the lambs fromsnake-bite, and it's upset her. She's a 'new chum,' you know.""I know," said Inspector Hill.Jack Burton leaned upon the table and looked him in the eyes. "My sisteris not a detective," he said, warningly. "Buckskin Bill has been one toomany for us this time. The odds were dead against him, but he's slippedthrough. And I've a pretty firm notion he won't come back.""So have I," said Inspector Hill, unmoved."And a blasted good job too!" said Jack Burton, forcibly.A gleam of humour crossed the Inspector's face. He pulled out his pipewith a gesture that made for peace."If I were in your place," he said, "I daresay I'd say the same."
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