Battle
On the road he passed Miss Brewster--for the Alder school boasted two teachers!--and under her kindly, rather faded smile he felt a great desire to stop and take her into his confidence; ask her what Betty Neal had been doing all these months.Instead, he touched Grey Molly with the spurs, and she answered like a watch-spring uncurling beneath him.The rush of wind against his face raised his spirits to a singing pitch, and when he flung from the saddle before the school he shouted: "Oh, Betty!"Up the sharply angling steps in a bound, and at the door: "Oh, Betty!"His voice filled the room with a thick, dull echo, and there was Betty behind her desk looking up at him agape; and beside her stood Blondy Hansen, big, good looking, and equally startled.Fear made the glance of Vic Gregg swerve--to where little Tommy Aiken scribbled an arithmetic problem on the blackboard--afterschool work for whispering in class, or some equally heinous crime.The tingling voices of the other children on their way home, floated in to Tommy, and the corners of his mouth drooped.
To regain his poise, Vic tugged at his belt and felt the weight of the holster slipping into a more convenient place, then he sauntered up the aisle, sweeping off his sombrero.Every feeling in his body, every nerve, disappeared in a crystalline hardness, for it seemed to him that the air was surcharged by a secret something between Betty and young Hansen.Betty was out from behind her desk and she ran to meet him and took his hand in both of hers.The rush of her coming took his breath, and at her touch something melted in her.
"Oh, Vic, are you all through?"
Gregg stiffened for the benefit of Hansen and Tommy Aiken.
"Pretty near through," he said carelessly."Thought I'd drop down to Alder for a day or two and get the kinks out.Hello, Blondy.Hey, Tommy!"Tommy Aiken flashed a grin at him, but Tommy was not quite sure that the rules permitted speaking, even under such provocation as the return of Vic Gregg, so he maintained a desperate silence.Blondy had picked up his hat as he returned the greeting.
"I guess I'll be going," he said, and coughed to show that he was perfectly at ease, but it seemed to Vic that it was hard for Blondy to meet his eye when they shook hands."See you later, Betty.""All right." She smiled at Vic--a flash--and then gathered dignity of both voice and manner."You may go now, Tommy."She lapsed into complete unconsciousness of manner as Tommy swooped on his desk, included hat and book in one grab, and darted towards the door through which Hansen had just disappeared.Here he paused, tilting, and his smile twinkled at them with understanding."Good-night, Miss Neal.Hope you have a good time, Vic." His heel clicked twice on the steps outside, and then the patter of his racing feet across the field.
"The little mischief!" said Betty, delightfully flushed."It beats everything, Vic, how Alder takes things for granted."He should have taken her in his arms and kissed her, now that she had cleared the room, he very well knew, but the obvious thing was always last to come in Gregg's repertoire.
"Why not take it for granted? It ain't going to be many days, now."He watched her eyes sparkle, but the pleasure of seeing him drowned the gleam almost at once.
"Are you really almost through? Oh, Vic, you've been away so long, and I--"She checked herself.There was no overflow of sentiment in Betty.
"Maybe I was a fool for laying off work this way," he admitted, "but I sure got terrible lonesome up there."Her glance went over him contentedly, from the hard brown hands to the wrinkle which labor had sunk in the exact center of his forehead.He was all man, to Betty.
"Come on along," he said.He would kiss her by surprise as they reached the door."Come on along.It's sure enough spring outside.I been eating it up, and--we can do our talking over things at the dance.Let's ride now.""Dance?"
"Sure, down to Singer's place."
"It's going to be kind of hard to get out of going with Blondy.He asked me.""And you said you'd go?"
"What are you flarin' up about?"
"Look here, how long have you been traipsin' around with Blondy Hansen?"She clenched one hand beside her in a way he knew, but it pleased him more than it warned him, just as it pleased him to see the ears of Grey Molly go back.
"What's wrong about Blondy Hansen?"
