betty zane-第12章
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〃Why； Miss Zane！〃 he exclaimed； after a moment of hesitation。 〃What in the world has happened？ Have you been hurt？ May I help you？〃
〃It is nothing；〃 said Betty； bravely； as she gathered up her flowers and the moccasin and rose slowly to her feet。 〃Thank you； but you need not wait。〃
The cold words nettled Alfred and he was in the act of turning away from her when he caught； for the fleetest part of a second； the full gaze of her eyes。 He stopped short。 A closer scrutiny of her face convinced him that she was suffering and endeavoring with all her strength to conceal it。
〃But I will wait。 I think you have hurt yourself。 Lean upon my arm；〃 he said； quietly。
〃Please let me help you；〃 he continued； going nearer to her。
But Betty refused his assistance。 She would not even allow him to take the goldenrod from her arms。 After a few hesitating steps she paused and lifted her foot from the ground。
〃Here； you must not try to walk a step farther；〃 he said； resolutely； noting how white she had suddenly become。 〃You have sprained your ankle and are needlessly torturing yourself。 Please let me carry you？〃
〃Oh； no； no； no！〃 cried Betty； in evident distress。 〃I will manage。 It is not soveryfar。〃
She resumed the slow and painful walking； but she had taken only a few steps when she stopped again and this time a low moan issued from her lips。 She swayed slightly backward and if Alfred had not dropped his rifle and caught her she would have fallen。
〃Will youpleasefor some one？〃 she whispered faintly； at the same time pushing him away。
〃How absurd！〃 burst out Alfred； indignantly。 〃Am I then； so distasteful to you that you would rather wait here and suffer a half hour longer while I go for assistance？ It is only common courtesy on my part。 I do not want to carry you。 I think you would be quite heavy。〃
He said this in a hard； bitter tone； deeply hurt that she would not accept even a little kindness from him。 He looked away from her and waited。 Presently a soft； half…smothered sob came from Betty and it expressed such utter wretchedness that his heart melted。 After all she was only a child。 He turned to see the tears running down her cheeks； and with a suppressed imprecation upon the wilfulness of young women in general； and this one in particular； he stepped forward and before she could offer any resistance； he had taken her up in his arms； goldenrod and all； and had started off at a rapid walk toward the fort。
Betty cried out in angry surprise； struggled violently for a moment； and then； as suddenly； lay quietly in his arms。 His anger changed to self…reproach as he realized what a light burden she made。 He looked down at the dark head lying on his shoulder。 Her face was hidden by the dusky rippling hair； which tumbled over his breast； brushed against his cheek； and blew across his lips。 The touch of those fragrant tresses was a soft caress。 Almost unconsciously he pressed her closer to his heart。 And as a sweet mad longing grew upon him he was blind to all save that he held her in his arms； that uncertainty was gone forever； and that he loved her。 With these thoughts running riot in his brain he carried her down the hill to Colonel Zane's house。
The negro； Sam； who came out of the kitchen； dropped the bucket he had in his hand and ran into the house when he saw them。 When Alfred reached the gate Colonel Zane and Isaac were hurrying out to meet him。
〃For Heaven's sake！ What has happened？ Is she badly hurt？ I have always looked for this；〃 said the Colonel； excitedly。
〃You need not look so alarmed；〃 answered Alfred。 〃She has only sprained her ankle； and trying to walk afterward hurt her so badly that she became faint and I had to carry her。〃
〃Dear me； is that all？〃 said Mrs。 Zane； who had also come out。 〃We were terribly frightened。 Sam came running into the house with some kind of a wild story。 Said he knew you would be the death of Betty。〃
〃How ridiculous！ Colonel Zane； that servant of yours never fails to say something against me；〃 said Alfred； as he carried Betty into the house。
〃He doesn't like you。 But you need not mind Sam。 He is getting old and we humor him； perhaps too much。 We are certainly indebted to you；〃 returned the Colonel。
Betty was laid on the couch and consigned to the skillful hands of Mrs。 Zane； who pronounced the injury a bad sprain
〃Well； Betty； this will keep you quiet for a few days；〃 said she； with a touch of humor； as she gently felt the swollen ankle。
〃Alfred； you have been our good angel so often that I don't see how we shall ever reward you；〃 said Isaac to Alfred。
〃Oh； that time will come。 Don't worry about that；〃 said Alfred； jestingly； and then； turning to the others he continued； earnestly。 〃I will apologize for the manner in which I disregarded Miss Zane's wish not to help her。 I am sure I could do no less。 I believe my rudeness has spared her considerable suffering。〃
〃What did he mean； Betts？〃 asked Isaac； going back to his sister after he had closed the door。 〃Didn't you want him to help you？〃
Betty did not answer。 She sat on the couch while Mrs。 Zane held the little bare foot and slowly poured the hot water over the swollen and discolored ankle。 Betty's lips were pale。 She winced every time Mrs。 Zane touched her foot； but as yet she had not uttered even a sigh。
〃Betty； does it hurt much？〃 asked Isaac。
〃Hurt？ Do you think I am made of wood？ Of course it hurts；〃 retorted Betty。 〃That water is so hot。 Bessie； will not cold water do as well？〃
〃I am sorry。 I won't tease any more；〃 said Isaac； taking his sister's hand。 〃I'll tell you what； Betty； we owe Alfred Clarke a great deal； you and I。 I am going to tell you something so you will know how much more you owe him。 Do you remember last month when that red heifer of yours got away。 Well； Clarke chased her away and finally caught her in the woods。 He asked me to say I had caught her。 Somehow or other he seems to be afraid of you。 I wish you and he would be good friends。 He is a mighty fine fellow。〃
In spite of the pain Betty was suffering a bright blush suffused her face at the words of her brother； who； blind as brothers are in regard to their own sisters； went on praising his friend。
Betty was confined to the house a week or more and during this enforced idleness she had ample time for reflection and opportunity to inquire into the perplexed state of her mind。
The small room； which Betty called her own； faced the river and fort。 Most of the day she lay by the window trying to read her favorite books； but often she gazed out on the quiet scene； the rolling river； the everchanging trees and the pastures in which the red and white cows grazed peacefully； or she would watch with idle； dreamy eyes the flight of the crows over the hills； and the graceful motion of the hawk as he sailed around and around in the azure sky； looking like a white sail far out on a summer sea。
But Betty's mind was at variance with this peaceful scene。 The consciousness of a change； which she could not readily define； in her feelings toward Alfred Clarke； vexed and irritated her。 Why did she think of him so often？ True； he had saved her brother's life。 Still she was compelled to admit to herself that this was not the reason。 Try as she would； she could not banish the thought of him。 Over and over again； a thousand times； came the recollection of that moment when he had taken her up in his arms as though she were a child。 Some vague feeling stirred in her heart as she remembered the strong yet gentle clasp of his arms。
Several times from her window she had seen him coming across the square between the fort and her brother's house； and womanlike； unseen herself； she had watched him。 How erect was his carriage。 How pleasant his deep voice sounded as she heard him talking to her brother。 Day by day； as her ankle grew stronger and she knew she could not remain much longer in her room； she dreaded more and more the thought of meeting him。 She could not understand herself； she had strange dreams； she cried seemingly without the slightest cause and she was restless and unhappy。 Finally she grew angry and scolded herself。 She said she was silly and sentimental。 This had the effect of making her bolder； but it did not qu
