Nevertheless there was a wild grandeur in the site, flooded all with
crimson as the sun sank in the clear western sky beyond the Plains
themselves, so that our plateau was still bathed in ruddy color when the
Red Basin upon the one hand had deepened to purple and the white blotches
of soda and alkali down in the Plains upon the other hand gleamed evilly
in a tenuous gloaming.
We had corralled adjacent to another tainted pond, of which the animals
refused to drink but which furnished a little rank forage for them and an
oasis for a half dozen ducks. A pretty picture these made, too, as they
lightly sat the open water, burnished to brass by the sunset so that the
surface shimmered iridescent, its ripples from the floating bodies flowing
molten in all directions.
After supper I took the notion to go over there, in the twilight, on idle
exploration. Water of any kind had an appeal; a solitary pond always has;
the ducks brought thoughts of home. Many a teal and widgeon and canvasback
had fallen to my double-barreled Manton, back on the Atlantic coast--very
long ago, before I had got entangled in this confounded web of
misadventure and homicidal tendencies.
To the pond I went, mood subdued. It set slightly in a cup; and when I had
emerged from a little swale or depression that I had followed, attracted
by the laughter of children playing at the marge, whom should I see,
approaching on line diagonal, but Mrs. Montoyo--her very hair and
form--coming in likewise, perhaps with errand similar to mine: simple
inclination.
And that (again perhaps) was a mutual surprise, indeed awkward to me, for
we both were in plain sight from the camp. Certainly I could not turn off,
nor turn back. Not now. It was make or break. Hesitate I did, with
involuntary action of muscles; I thought that she momentarily hesitated;
then I drove on, defiant, and so did she. The fates were resolved that
there should be no dilly-dallying by the principals chosen for this drama
that they had staged.
Our obstinate paths met at the base of a small point white with alkali,
running shortly into the sedges. Had we timed by agreement beforehand we
could not have acted with more precision. So here we halted, in narrow
quarters, either willing but unable to yield to the other.
She smiled. I thought that she looked thinner.
"An unexpected pleasure, Mr. Beeson. At least, for me. It has been some
days."
"I believe it has," I granted. "Shall I pass on?"
"You might have turned aside."
"And so," I reminded, "might you."
"But I didn't care to."
"Neither did I, madam. The pond is free to all."
I was conscious that a hush seemed to have gripped the whole camp, so that
even the animals had ceased bawling. The children near us stared, eyes and
mouths open.
"You have kept away from me purposely?" she asked. "I do not blame your
discretion."
"I am not courting trouble. And as long as you are contented yonder----"
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