"Every room's full, Mr. Glover. Trains were all tied up last night."
"Then show her to my room."
"Your room's occupied."
"My room occupied, you villain? What do you mean? Throw out whoever's
in it instantly."
"Mr. Brock is in your room."
Gertrude had come over to the stove.
"Mr. Brock!"
"My father!"
"Yes, sir; yes, ma'am."
Gertrude and Glover looked at one another.
"Mr. Blood brought him up last night," said Solomon.
"Where's Mr. Blood?"
"He hasn't come up from the Wickiup. They said he was worried over a
special from the Cat that was caught in the blizzard. Your laundry
came in all right last night, Mr. Glover----"
"Hang the laundry."
"I paid for it."
"Will you cease your gabble? If Mr. Blood's room is empty take Miss
Block up there and rouse a chambermaid instantly to attend her. Do you
hear?"
"Shall I throw out Mr. Brock?"
"Let him alone, stupid. What's the matter with the lights?"
"The wires are down."
"Get a candle for Miss Brock. Now, will you make haste?" Solomon,
when he heard the name, stared at Miss Brock--but when he recognized
her he started without argument and was gone an unconscionably long
time.
They sat down where they could feast on each other's eyes in the glow
of the coal-stove.
"You have looked so worried all night," said Gertrude, in love's
solicitude; "were you afraid we should be lost?"
"No, I didn't intend we should be lost."
"What was it? What is it that makes you so careworn?"
"Nothing special."
"But you mustn't have any secrets from me now. What is it?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Yes."
"I couldn't find time to get shaved before we left Sleepy Cat----"
She rose with both hands uplifted: "Shades of vain heroes! Have I
wasted my sympathy all night on a man who has been saving my life with
perfect calmness and worrying because he couldn't get shaved?"
"Can you dispassionately say that I don't need barbering?"
"No. But this is what I will say, silly fellow--you don't know much
about a woman's heart, do you, Ab? When I first looked at you I
thought you were the homeliest man I had ever seen, do you know that?"
Glover fingered his offending chin and looked at her somewhat
pathetically.
"But last night"--her quick mouth was so eloquent--"last night I
watched you. I saw your face lighted by the anger of the storm. I
knew then what those heavy, homely lines below your eyes were
for--strength. And I saw your eyes, to me so dull at first, wake and
fill with such a light and burn so steadily hour after hour that I knew
I had never seen eyes like yours. I knew you would save me--that is
what made me so brave, goosie. Sit right where you are, please."