Ronicky Doone (1921) Read online

  Presently Caroline stood up and pointed. "She's coming," she said, and, looking down the hillside, she smiled in anticipation.

  The rider below them, winding up the trail, looked up and waved, then urged her horse to a full gallop for the short remnant of the distance before her. It was Ruth Tolliver who swung down from the saddle, laughing and joyous from the ride.

  A strangely changed Ruth she was. She had turned to a brown beauty in the wind and the sun of the West, a more buoyant and more graceful beauty. She had accepted none of the offers of John Mark, but, leaving her old life entirely behind her, as Ronicky Doone had suggested, she went West to make her own living. With Caroline and Bill Gregg she had found a home, and her work was teaching the valley school, half a dozen miles away.

  "Any mail?" asked Bill, for she passed the distant group of mail boxes on her way to the school.

  At that the face of the girl darkened. "One letter," she said, "and I want you to read it aloud, Caroline. Then we'll all put our heads together and see if we can make out what it means." She handed the letter to Caroline, who shook it out. "It's from Ronicky," she exclaimed.

  "It's from Ronicky," said Ruth Tolliver gravely, so gravely that the other two raised their heads and cast silent glances at her.

  Caroline read aloud: "Dear Ruth, I figure that I'm overdue back at Bill's place by about a month "

  "By two months," corrected Ruth soberly.

  "And I've got to apologize to them and you for being so late. Matter of fact I started right pronto to get back on time, but something turned up. You see, I went broke."

  Caroline dropped the letter with an exclamation. "Do you think he's gone back to gambling, Ruth?"

  "No," said the girl. "He gave me his promise never to play for money again, and a promise from Ronicky Doone is as good as minted gold."

  "It sure is," agreed Bill Gregg.

  Caroline went on with the letter: "I went broke because Pete Darnely was in a terrible hole, having fallen out with his old man, and Pete needed a lift. Which of course I gave him pronto, Pete being a fine gent."

  There was an exclamation of impatience from Ruth Tolliver.

  "Isn't that like Ronicky? Isn't that typical?"

  "I'm afraid it is," said the other girl with a touch of sadness. "Dear old Ronicky, but such a wild man!"

  She continued in the reading: "But I've got a scheme on now by which I'll sure get a stake and come back, and then you and me can get married, as soon as you feel like saying the word. The scheme is to find a lost mine "

  "A lost mine!" shouted Bill Gregg, his practical miner's mind revolting at this idea. "My guns, is Ronicky plumb nutty? That's all he's got to do just find a 'lost mine?' Well, if that ain't plenty, may I never see a yearling ag'in!"

  "Find a lost mine," went on Caroline, her voice trembling between tears and laughter, "and sink a new shaft, a couple of hundred feet to find where the old vein "

  "Sink a shaft a couple of hundred feet!" said Bill Gregg. "And him broke! Where'll he get the money to sink the shaft?"

  "When we begin to take out the pay dirt," went on Caroline, "I'll either come or send for you and "

  "Hush up!" said Bill Gregg softly.

  Caroline looked up and saw the tears streaming down the face of Ruth Tolliver. "I'm so sorry, poor dear!" she whispered, going to the other girl. But Ruth Tolliver shook her head.

  "I'm only crying," she said, "because it's so delightfully and beautifully and terribly like Ronicky to write such a letter and tell of such plans. He's given away a lot of money to help some spendthrift, and now he's gone to get more money by finding a 'lost mine!' But do you see what it means, Caroline? It means that he doesn't love me really!"

  "Don't love you?" asked Bill Gregg. "Then he's a plumb fool. Why "

  "Hush, Bill," put in Caroline. "You mustn't say that," she added to Ruth. "Of course you have reason to be sad about it and angry, too."

  "Sad, perhaps, but not angry," said Ruth Tolliver. "How could I ever be really angry with Ronicky? Hasn't he given me a chance to live a clean life? Hasn't he given me this big free open West to live in? And what would I be without Ronicky? What would have happened to me in New York? Oh, no, not angry. But I've simply waked up, Caroline. I see now that Ronicky never cared particularly about me. He was simply in love with the danger of my position. As a matter of fact I don't think he ever told me in so many words that he loved me. I simply took it for granted because he did such things for me as even a man in love would not have done. After the danger and uniqueness were gone Ronicky simply lost interest."

  "Don't say such things!" exclaimed Caroline.

  "It's true," said Ruth steadily. "If he really wanted to come here well, did you ever hear of anything Ronicky wanted that he didn't get?"

  "Except money," suggested Bill Gregg. "Well, he even gets that, but most generally he gives it away pretty pronto."

  "He'd come like a bullet from a gun if he really wanted me," said Ruth. "No, the only way I can bring Ronicky is to surround myself with new dangers, terrible dangers, make myself a lost cause again. Then Ronicky would come laughing and singing, eager as ever. Oh, I think I know him!"

  "And what are you going to do?" asked Caroline.

  "The only thing I can do," said the other girl. "I'm going to wait."

  Far, far north two horsemen came at that same moment to a splitting of the trail they rode. The elder, bearded man, pointed ahead.

  "That's the roundabout way," he said, "but it's sure the only safe way. We'll travel there, Ronicky, eh?"

  Ronicky Doone lifted his head, and his bay mare lifted her head at the same instant. The two were strangely in touch with one another.

  "I dunno," he said, "I ain't heard of anybody taking the short cut for years not since the big slide in the canyon. But I got a feeling I'd sort of like to try it. Save a lot of time and give us a lot of fun."

  "Unless it breaks our necks."

  "Sure," said Ronicky, "but you don't enjoy having your neck safe and sound, unless you take a chance of breaking it, once in a while."