The Mexican woman sullenly slouched away to her own quarters outside and Ellen was left to the satisfaction of labor. Her mind was as busy as her hands. As she cleaned and swept and dusted she heard from time to time the voices of men, the clip-clop of shod horses, the bellow of cattle. And a considerable time elapsed before she was disturbed.
A tall shadow darkened the doorway.
"Howdy, little one!" said a lazy, drawling voice. "So y'u-all got home?"
Ellen looked up. A superbly built man leaned against the doorpost. Like most Texans, he was light haired and light eyed. His face was lined and hard. His long, sandy mustache hid his mouth and drooped with a curl. Spurred, booted, belted, packing a heavy gun low down on his hip, he gave Ellen an entirely new impression. Indeed, she was seeing everything strangely.
"Hello, Daggs!" replied Ellen. "Where's my dad?"
"He's playin' cairds with Jackson an' Colter. Shore's playin' bad, too, an' it's gone to his haid."
"Gamblin'?" queried Ellen.
"Mah child, when'd Kurnel Jorth ever play for fun?" said Daggs, with a lazy laugh. "There's a stack of gold on the table. Reckon yo' uncle Jackson will win it. Colter's shore out of luck."
Daggs stepped inside. He was graceful and slow. His long' spurs clinked. He laid a rather compelling hand on Ellen's shoulder.
"Heah, mah gal, give us a kiss," he said.
"Daggs, I'm not your girl," replied Ellen as she slipped out from under his hand.
Then Daggs put his arm round her, not with violence or rudeness, but with an indolent, affectionate assurance, at once bold and self-contained. Ellen, however, had to exert herself to get free of him, and when she had placed the table between them she looked him square in the eyes.
"Daggs, y'u keep your paws off me," she said.
"Aw, now, Ellen, I ain't no bear," he remonstrated. "What's the matter, kid?"
"I'm not a kid. And there's nothin' the matter. Y'u're to keep your hands to yourself, that's all."
He tried to reach her across the table, and his movements were lazy and slow, like his smile. His tone was coaxing.
"Mah dear, shore you set on my knee just the other day, now, didn't you?"
Ellen felt the blood sting her cheeks.
"I was a child," she returned.
"Wal, listen to this heah grown-up young woman. All in a few days! ... Doon't be in a temper, Ellen.... Come, give us a kiss."