The Boss of Taroomba, Page 2

  CHAPTER II

  A FRIEND INDEED

  "Do you mean to say that you have never heard of the female boss ofTaroomba?" said Naomi Pryse, as she led the piano-tuner across theveranda and out into the station-yard. The moon was gleaming upon thegalvanized-iron roofs of the various buildings, and it picked out thegirl's smile as she turned to question her companion.

  "No, I never heard of you before," replied the piano-tuner, stolidly.For the moment the girl and the moonlight stupefied him. The scene inthe room was still before his eyes and in his ears.

  "Well, that's one for me! What station have you come from to-day?"

  "Kerulijah."

  "And you never heard of me there! Ah, well, I'm very seldom up here.I've only come for the shearing. Still, the whole place is mine, and I'mnot exactly a cipher in the business either; I rather thought I was thetalk of the back-blocks. At one time I know I was. I'm very vain, yousee."

  "You have something to be vain about," said the piano-tuner, looking ather frankly.

  She made him a courtesy in the moonlit yard.

  "Thank you kindly. But I'm not satisfied yet; I understand that youarrived in time for supper; didn't you hear of me at table?"

  "I just heard your name."

  "Who mentioned it?"

  "The fellow with the beard."

  "Prettily?"

  "I think so. He was wondering where you were. He seems to know you verywell?"

  "He has known me all my life. He is a sort of connection. He wasoverseer here when my father died a year or two ago. He is the managernow."

  "But you are the boss?"

  "I am so! His name, by the way, is Gilroy--my mother was a Gilroy, too.See? That's why he calls me Naomi; I call him Monty when I am not wrothwith him. I am disgusted with them all to-night! But you mustn't mindthem; it's only their way. Did you speak to the overseer, Tom Chester?"

  "Which was he?"

  "The one on the sofa."

  "No, he hardly spoke to me."

  "Well, he's a very good sort; you would like him if you got to know him.The new chum with the eye-glasses is all right, too. I don't believethose two were to blame. As for Mr. Sanderson, I wouldn't think any moreabout him if I were you; he really isn't worth it."

  "I forgive him," said the musician, simply; "but I shall never forgivemyself for playing the fool and losing my temper!"

  "Nonsense! It did them good, and they'll think all the more of you.Still, I must say I'm glad you didn't dash the kerosene lamp in Mr.Sanderson's face!"

  "The what?" cried Engelhardt, in horror.

  "The lamp; you were brandishing it over your head when I came in."

  "The lamp! To think that I caught up the lamp! I can't have known whatI was doing!"

  He stood still and aghast in the sandy yard; they had wandered to thefar side of it, where the kitchen and the laundry stood cheek-by-jowlwith the wood-heap between them, and their back-walls to the six-wirefence dividing the yard from the plantation of young pines whichbordered it upon three sides.

  "You were in a passion," said Miss Pryse, smiling gravely. "There'snothing in this world that I admire more than a passion--it's souncommon. So are you! There, I owed you a pretty speech, you know! Doyou mind giving me your arm, Mr. Engelhardt?"

  But Engelhardt was gazing absently at the girl, and the road between earand mind was choked with a multitude of new sensations. Her suddenrequest made no impression upon him, until he saw her stamping her footin the sand. Then, and awkwardly enough, he held out his arm to her, andher firm hand caught in it impatiently.

  "How slow you are to assist a lady! Yet I feel sure that you come fromthe old country?"

  "I do; but I have never had much to do with ladies."

  The piano-tuner sighed.

  "Well, it's all right; only I wanted you to take my arm for MontyGilroy's benefit. He's just come out on to the veranda. Don't lookround. This will rile him more than anything."

  "But why?"

  "Why? Oh, because he showed you the hoof; and when a person does that,he never likes to see another person being civil to the same person.See? Then if you don't, you'd better stand here and work it out while Irun into the kitchen to speak to Mrs. Potter about your room."

  "But I'm not going to stay!" the piano-tuner cried, excitedly.

  "Now what are you giving us, Mr. Engelhardt? Of course you are going tostay. You're going to stay and tune my poor old piano. Why, your horsewas run out hours ago!"

  "But I can't face those men again----"

  "What rubbish!"

  "After the way I made a fool of myself this evening!"

  "It was they who made fools of themselves. They'll annoy you no more, Ipromise you. In any case, they all go back to the shed to-morrowevening; it's seven miles away, and they only come in for Sunday. Youneedn't start on the piano before Monday, if you don't like."

  "Oh, no, I'll do it to-morrow," Engelhardt said, moodily. He now feltbitterly certain that he should never make friends with the young men ofTaroomba, and shamefully thankful to think that there would be a setoccupation to keep him out of their way for the whole of the morrow.

  "Very well, then; wait where you are for two twos."

  Engelhardt waited. The kitchen-door had closed upon Miss Naomi Pryse;there was no sense in watching that any longer. So the piano-tuner'seyes climbed over the waterspout, scaled the steep corrugated roof, andfrom the wide wooden chimney leapt up to the moon. It was at the full.The white clear light hit the young man between his expressive eyes, andstill he chose to face it. It gave to the delicate eager face an almostethereal pallor; and as he gazed on without flinching, the raised headwas proudly carried, and the little man looked tall. To one whom he didnot hear when she lifted the kitchen-latch and opened the door, heseemed a different being; she watched him for some moments before shespoke.

  "Well, Mr. Engelhardt?"

  "Well," said he, coming down from the moon with an absent smile, andslowly.

  "I have been watching you for quite a minute. I believe it would havebeen an hour if I hadn't spoken. I wish I hadn't! We're going to put youin that little building over there--we call it the 'barracks.' You'll benext door to Tom Chester, and he'll take care of you. There's nooccasion to thank me; you can tell me what you've been thinking aboutinstead."

  "I wasn't thinking at all."

  "Now, Mr. Engelhardt!" said Naomi, holding up her finger reprovingly."If you weren't thinking, I should like to know what you were doing?"

  "I was waiting for you."

  "I know you were. It was very good of you. But you were smiling, too,and I want to know the joke."

  "Was I really smiling?"

  "Haven't I told you so? Have you signed the pledge against smiles? Youlook glum enough for anything now."

  "Yes?"

  "Very much yes! I wish to goodness you'd smile again."

  "Oh, I'll do anything you like." He forced up the corners of his mouth,but it was not a smile; his eyes ran into hers like bayonets.

  "Then give me your arm again," she said, "and let me tell you that I'mvery much surprised at you for requiring to be told that twice."

  "I'm not accustomed to ladies," Engelhardt explained once more.

  "That's all right. I'm not one, you know. I'm going to negotiate thisfence. Will you have the goodness to turn your back?"

  Engelhardt did so, and saw afar off in the moonlit veranda the loweringsolitary figure of the manager, Gilroy.

  "Yes, he sees us all right," Miss Pryse remarked from the other side ofthe fence. "It'll do him good. Come you over, and we'll make his beardcurl!"

  The piano-tuner looked at her doubtfully, but only for one moment. Thenext he also was over the fence and by her side, and she was leading himinto the heart of the pines, her strong kind hand within his arm.

  "We'll just have a little mouch round," she said, confidentially. "Youneedn't be frightened."

  "Frightened!" he echoed, defiantly. The hosts of darkness could not havefrightened such a voice.
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br />   "You see, I'm the boss, and I'm obliged to show it sometimes."

  "I see."

  "And you have given me an opportunity of showing it pretty plainly."

  "Oh!"

  "Consequently, I'm very much obliged to you; and I do hope you don'tmind helping me to shock Monty Gilroy?"

  "I am proud."

  But the kick had gone out of his voice, and to her hand his arm wassuddenly as a log of wood. She mused a space. Then--

  "It isn't everyone I would ask to help me in such--in such a delicatematter," she said, in a troubled tone. "You see I am a woman at themercy of men. They're all very kind and loyal in their own way, buttheir way _is_ their own, as _you_ know. I thought as I had given you ahand with them--well, I thought you would be in sympathy."

  "I am, I am--Heaven knows!"

  The log had become exceedingly alive.

  "Then let us skirt in and out, on the edge of the plantation, so thatMr. Gilroy may have the pleasure of seeing my frock from time to time."

  "I'm your man."

  "No, not that way--this. There, I'm sure he must have seen me then."

  "He must."

  "It's time we went back; but this will have done him all the good in theworld," said Naomi.

  "It's a pity you haven't a manager whom you can respect and like," thepiano-tuner remarked.

  Naomi started. She also stopped to lace up her shoe, which necessitatedthe withdrawal of her hand from the piano-tuner's arm; and she did notreplace it.

  "Oh, but I do like him, Mr. Engelhardt," she explained as she stooped."I like Mr. Gilroy very much; I have known him all my life, you know.However, that's just where the disadvantage comes in--he's too muchinclined to domineer. But don't you run away with the idea that Idislike him; that would never do at all."

  The piano-tuner felt too small to apologize. He had made a deadlymistake--so bad a one that she would take his arm no more. He looked upat the moon with miserable eyes, and his brain teemed with bitterself-upbraiding thoughts. His bitterness was egregiously beyond themark; but that was this young man's weakness. He would condemn himselfto execution for the pettiest sin. So ashamed was he now that he darednot even offer her his hand when they got back to the veranda, and sheconsigned him to the boy in spectacles, who then showed him his room inthe barracks. And his mistake kept him awake more than half that night;it was only in the gray morning he found consolation in recollectingthat although she had declared so many times that she liked MontyGilroy, she had never once said she respected him.

  Had he heard a conversation which took place in the station-yard laterthat night, but only a little later, and while the full moon was in muchthe same place, the piano-tuner might have gone to sleep instead oflying awake to flagellate his own meek spirit; though it is more likelythat he would have lain quietly awake for very joy. The conversation inquestion was between Naomi Pryse and Montague Gilroy, her manager, andit would scarcely repay a detailed report; but this is how itculminated:

  "I tell you that I found you bullying him abominably, and whenever Ifind you bullying anybody I'll make it up to that body in my own way.And I won't have my way criticised by you."

  "Very good, Naomi. Very good indeed! But if you want to guard againstall chance of the same thing happening next week, I should recommend youto be in for supper next Saturday, instead of gallivanting about the runby yourself and coming in at ten o'clock at night."

  "The run is mine, and I'll do what I like while I'm here."

  "Well, if you won't listen to reason, you might at least remember ourengagement."

  "You mean _your_ engagement? I remember the terms perfectly. I have onlyto write you a check for the next six months' salary any time I like, toput an end to it. And upon my word, Monty, you seem to want me to do soto-night!"