Jessica, the Heiress Part 11

"What ails you, mother? What did you see? Why did you lock the doors?"

"I--I----"

"Quit chattering your teeth together. What did you see?"

"Oh, son! I seen a--a--ghost!"

"Trash!"

Her courage began to return, and her anger to rise. She retorted promptly:

"No trash! A ghost. A spirit! As sure as I'm a-settin' here this minute; the spirit of--of----"

It aggravated John that she should pause and peep behind her, to be sure the windows were still covered.

"The spirit of what tomfoolery has possessed you, mother, I'd like to know? What's the use of scarin' folks half to death? As if we hadn't had enough things happen without your cuttin' up, too!"

"Hold your tongue, John Benton, you sa.s.sy boy. As sure as I'm alive, I saw the ghost of Antonio Bernal peeking in at that open window afore I shut it. He was so white I couldn't tell him from paper, and so thin I 'peared to see clean through him."

"Pshaw, mother! You're overtired, and for once in your life really nervous. I reckon it's the sight of more money than ever come your way before. Well, forget it. 'Tisn't yours nor mine. We've no cause to worry. I'll step and get you a drink of water and then you'll feel all right, and would better go to bed."

"I don't want water, and I shan't go to bed. I shan't close my eyes this night, John Benton, and you needn't touch to tell me so."

"All right. Stay awake if you like. It's nothing to me," answered the exasperated man, who, in spite of his strong common sense, had been more startled than he cared to admit, even to himself. But, glancing at Mrs. Trent and Jessica, he now felt that it would be wiser to express his own fear, which was of nothing supernatural.

"Mother's upset, 'admiral,' and don't you let her upset you, too. The fact is, we're a very careless set at Sobrante, where everything is--or used to be--all open and above board. It's a new thing for keys to be turned on this ranch, and it's a new thing for us to go suspecting one another of sneak notions. I, for one, am ashamed enough of the way I've felt about old Ephraim Marsh, and if he don't show up pretty soon, I'll make a special trip to Los Angeles to tell him so.

Even if I have to foot it the heft of the way.

"Howsomever, all the world ain't as honest as them that had the honor of knowin' Ca.s.sius Trent. There's been a power of strangers on these premises durin' these last days; and it stands to reason that among 'em one villain might have crept in. I ain't sayin' there was. I'll never accuse n.o.body again--'cept--'cept----"

Here the honest fellow interrupted himself with a laugh; remembering his ingrained suspicion of the two Bernals, which he would never even try to overcome. But he went on again:

"Mother thinks she's seen somethin', and like enough she has. There might be some scamp hangin' around; and if there was, and he looked through that window and saw all this gold, I don't wonder his face was ghosty-lookin', nor--Somebody stop me talking and answer this: Where's the safest place to stow that pile?"

For a moment n.o.body replied. Mrs. Trent was wishing, most heartily, that the money had never come into her possession, since she did not know to whom she should restore it; and beginning to feel, with Jessica, that "money" did carry discord and danger with it.

But the little captain was now all eagerness, and exclaimed:

"Oh! how I wish I'd seen it! Aunt Sally, I never saw a ghost in all my life, never! I thought they were just make-believes, but if you saw one, of course they're true. Do you s'pose we could see it again if we went out to look? Will you go with me?"

"I? I! Well, I guess not. Not a step will I step----"

"But several steps I'll step, Mrs. Benton. I advise the money going into the office safe, that old Ephraim uses when he's at home. One of us better camp out on the lounge in the room there till we get rid of whoever's cash that is. I'll bunk there myself, if you like, Mrs.

Trent, after I step outside and see if all's serene with my prisoner,"

said Samson, cheerfully.

"May I go with you, Samson? May I, mother?" asked Jessica.

The mother's consent was somewhat reluctant, for now she could not bear to have her darling out of sight. Yet if anybody on earth was to be trusted with so precious a charge it was the herder. Besides, she was annoyed at this talk of "ghosts," and knew that the shortest way to convince Jessica how nonsensical it was, would be by allowing her to go out and seek for them herself.

But Samson answered cordially:

"You do me proud, little one. Suppose you take your rifle, and then, if we see any specter you can pin it to the mission wall, and we'll have a show, charging ten pins' admission."

They went out, laughing and gay; the child clinging to the giant's hand, and hoping that she might really see the phantom of Aunt Sally's story, for she had no fear concerning it. They came back, five minutes later, looking grave and seriously alarmed.

CHAPTER IX.

THE PRISONER DISAPPEARS

"What's happened?" asked Mrs. Trent, foreboding fresh trouble, since, of late, trouble had become so familiar a visitor.

"Well, ma'am, the bird has flown."

"Please explain, Samson," she anxiously urged.

"That bird of dark plumage--Ferd, the dwarf. He's escaped, vamoosed, took wings and flew."

"Oh, Samson! I'm so sorry. I hoped you would look after him until I could find some suitable inst.i.tution in which to place him. It's time he should be helped, for if he's so sharp to do evil, he must have equal capacity for better things."

"Yes, ma'am. So I allow; and I had them same hopes myself, not ten minutes ago. I hadn't said a word to anybody, but after you gave him to me, I remembered what the little captain had commanded, for it sort of struck home, that did. I ain't overly saintlike, myself, but what of goodness I'd catched from you all I meant to pa.s.s on to the coyote--I mean, Ferdinand Bernal. I reckon it was his face, 'stead of a ghost's, that Aunt Sally saw by the window."

"I thought you locked him in some room?"

"Lock and double-locked. Bolted, besides. Worst is, all bolts and locks are just as I left 'em. Had the key in my pocket and went in, saluting, and there wasn't anybody to salute. Well, ma'am, if he's out, and 'twas him saw that money, there'd better two of us sleep beside it, rather than one. He's the uncanniest creature ever I met, and I hope never to meet his mate."

"Very well. I do not see what harm he can do, after all, except to himself, now. Jessica, dear, please bring the key, and John can put this money in the safe. If it weren't for Elsa's satisfaction, I should regret that Pedro ever found it. Then we must all to sleep.

It's been a most eventful day, and we are tired."

Before long the whole household was asleep; but the last to seek her rest was Mrs. Benton; nor did she do that until she had locked whatever locks would fasten, peeped under every bed, and invaded the sacredness of Wun Lung's "heatheny den." Then she placed her Bible on one side her bed, a broom and horsewhip on the other, and lay down to watch, explaining:

"'Cause I'm goin' to watch, even if I am resting my body horizontal.

I'm so tired I can't set up straight, nohow, and I shan't wink a wink till daylight comes and the rest are moving."

Having called out this valiant resolution to Mrs. Trent, in the adjoining room, she instantly closed her heavy lids, and opened them no more till a series of thumps upon her shoulders aroused her. Then she realized that Ned and Luis were reminding her of yesterday's promise that, if they'd eat no more plum cake overnight they should have some for their breakfasts.

"Land of love! What you doing? Is it daylight? Why, 'twas dark as Egypt when I lay down, and I----Can it be that I--I--have overslept?"

"Plum cake, Aunt Sally," reminded Ned.

"Plumsally!" cried Luis, with a forcible whack. Which was instantly returned, and with such added interest that he ran howling away, leaving the disturbed matron to scold herself at leisure for her lapse from duty, while she hurriedly dressed.

Naturally, she had to submit to some teasing on account of her valiant resolution of the previous night that she "wouldn't wink a wink," but Mrs. Trent was delighted that the faithful woman had, at last, enjoyed a needed rest. Besides, everything was bright at the ranch on that happy morning. Even Wun Lung had caught the infection of Christmas preparations, and was intent upon providing some dainties of his own, against the approaching festival, which should so far outshine the homelier pies and puddings of Mrs. Benton, as his own revered country outshone, in his opinion, even this pleasant one in which, at present, his lot was cast. He had also felt good-natured enough to put aside a plentiful breakfast for his mate--or foe--of the kitchen; and since it was such a time of happiness, Aunt Sally condescended not only to eat it, but to p.r.o.nounce it "good."