riders of the purple sage-第29章
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〃I shouldn't wonder；〃 replied Venters； thoughtfully。 Verification of his suspicions in regard to Tull's underhand workfor the deal with Oldring made by Jerry Card assuredly had its inception in the Mormon Elder's brain； and had been accomplished through his ordersrevived in Venters a memory of hatred that had been smothered by press of other emotions。 Only a few days had elapsed since the hour of his encounter with Tull； yet they had been forgotten and now seemed far off； and the interval one that now appeared large and profound with incalculable change in his feelings。 Hatred of Tull still existed in his heart； but it had lost its white heat。 His affection for Jane Withersteen had not changed in the least； nevertheless； he seemed to view it from another angle and see it as another thingwhat； he could not exactly define。 The recalling of these two feelings was to Venters like getting glimpses into a self that was gone； and the wonder of themperhaps the change which was too illusive for himwas the fact that a strange irritation accompanied the memory and a desire to dismiss it from mind。 And straightway he did dismiss it； to return to thoughts of his significant present。
〃Bess； tell me one more thing；〃 he said。 〃Haven't you known any women any young people？〃
〃Sometimes there were women with the men； but Oldring never let me know them。 And all the young people I ever saw in my life was when I rode fast through the villages。〃
Perhaps that was the most puzzling and thought…provoking thing she had yet said to Venters。 He pondered； more curious the more he learned； but he curbed his inquisitive desires； for he saw her shrinking on the verge of that shame； the causing of which had occasioned him such self…reproach。 He would ask no more。 Still he had to think； and he found it difficult to think clearly。 This sad…eyed girl was so utterly different from what it would have been reason to believe such a remarkable life would have made her。 On this day he had found her simple and frank； as natural as any girl he had ever known。 About her there was something sweet。 Her voice was low and well modulated。 He could not look into her face； meet her steady； unabashed； yet wistful eyes； and think of her as the woman she had confessed herself。 Oldring's Masked Rider sat before him； a girl dressed as a man。 She had been made to ride at the head of infamous forays and drives。 She had been imprisoned for many months of her life in an obscure cabin。 At times the most vicious of men had been her companions； and the vilest of women； if they had not been permitted to approach her； had； at least； cast their shadows over her。 Butbut in spite of all thisthere thundered at Venters some truth that lifted its voice higher than the clamoring facts of dishonor； some truth that was the very life of her beautiful eyes； and it was innocence。
In the days that followed； Venters balanced perpetually in mind this haunting conception of innocence over against the cold and sickening fact of an unintentional yet actual gift。 How could it be possible for the two things to be true？ He believed the latter to be true； and he would not relinquish his conviction of the former； and these conflicting thoughts augmented the mystery that appeared to be a part of Bess。 In those ensuing days； however； it became clear as clearest light that Bess was rapidly regaining strength； that； unless reminded of her long association with Oldring； she seemed to have forgotten it； that； like an Indian who lives solely from moment to moment； she was utterly absorbed in the present。
Day by day Venters watched the white of her face slowly change to brown； and the wasted cheeks fill out by imperceptible degrees。 There came a time when he could just trace the line of demarcation between the part of her face once hidden by a mask and that left exposed to wind and sun。 When that line disappeared in clear bronze tan it was as if she had been washed clean of the stigma of Oldring's Masked Rider。 The suggestion of the mask always made Venters remember； now that it was gone he seldom thought of her past。 Occasionally he tried to piece together the several stages of strange experience and to make a whole。 He had shot a masked outlaw the very sight of whom had been ill omen to riders； he had carried off a wounded woman whose bloody lips quivered in prayer； he had nursed what seemed a frail； shrunken boy； and now he watched a girl whose face had become strangely sweet； whose dark…blue eyes were ever upon him without boldness； without shyness； but with a steady； grave； and growing light。 Many times Venters found the clear gaze embarrassing to him； yet； like wine； it had an exhilarating effect。 What did she think when she looked at him so？ Almost he believed she had no thought at all。 All about her and the present there in Surprise Valley； and the dim yet subtly impending future； fascinated Venters and made him thoughtful as all his lonely vigils in the sage had not。
Chiefly it was the present that he wished to dwell upon； but it was the call of the future which stirred him to action。 No idea had he of what that future had in store for Bess and him。 He began to think of improving Surprise Valley as a place to live in； for there was no telling how long they would be compelled to stay there。 Venters stubbornly resisted the entering into his mind of an insistent thought that； clearly realized； might have made it plain to him that he did not want to leave Surprise Valley at all。 But it was imperative that he consider practical matters； and whether or not he was destined to stay long there； he felt the immediate need of a change of diet。 It would be necessary for him to go farther afield for a variety of meat； and also that he soon visit Cottonwoods for a supply of food。
It occurred again to Venters that he could go to the canyon where Oldring kept his cattle； and at little risk he could pack out some beef。 He wished to do this； however； without letting Bess know of it till after he had made the trip。 Presently he hit upon the plan of going while she was asleep。
That very night he stole out of camp； climbed up under the stone bridge； and entered the outlet to the Pass。 The gorge was full of luminous gloom。 Balancing Rock loomed dark and leaned over the pale descent。 Transformed in the shadowy light； it took shape and dimensions of a spectral god waitingwaiting for the moment to hurl himself down upon the tottering walls and close forever the outlet to Deception Pass。 At night more than by day Venters felt something fearful and fateful in that rock； and that it had leaned and waited through a thousand years to have somehow to deal with his destiny。
〃Old man； if you must roll； wait till I get back to the girl； and then roll！〃 he said； aloud； as if the stones were indeed a god。
And those spoken words； in their grim note to his ear； as well as contents to his mind； told Venters that he was all but drifting on a current which he had not power nor wish to stem。
Venters exercised his usual care in the matter of hiding tracks from the outlet； yet it took him scarcely an hour to reach Oldring's cattle。 Here sight of many calves changed his original intention； and instead of packing out meat he decided to take a calf out alive。 He roped one； securely tied its feet； and swung it over his shoulder。 Here was an exceedingly heavy burden； but Venters was powerfulhe could take up a sack of grain and with ease pitch it over a pack…saddleand he made long distance without resting。 The hardest work came in the climb up to the outlet and on through to the valley。 When he had accomplished it； he became fired with another idea that again changed his intention。 He would not kill the calf； but keep it alive。 He would go back to Oldring's herd and pack out more calves。 Thereupon he secured the calf in the best available spot for the moment and turned to make a second trip。
When Venters got back to the valley with another calf； it was close upon daybreak。 He crawled into his cave and slept late。
Bess had no inkling that he had been absent from camp nearly all night； and only remarked solicitously that he appeared to be more tired than usual； and more in the need of sleep。 In the afternoon Venters built a gate acr
