The Branding Iron - Page 138/142

But there were other powers, besides this friendly one, watching over

Joan, and they were bent upon keeping Pierre away. Day after sickening

day Pierre came and stood beside the desk, and the girl, each time a

little more careless of him, a little more insolent toward him--for

the cowboy would not notice her blue blouse and her transformation and

the invitation of her eyes--gave him negligent and discouraging

information.

"Miss West was better, but very weak. No. She wouldn't see any one.

Yes, Mr. Morena could see her, but not Mr. Landis, certainly not Mr.

Pierre Landis, of Wyoming."

And the doctor, being questioned by the half-frantic Westerner,

admitted that Mr. Morena had hinted at reasons why it might be

dangerous for the patient to see her old friend from the West. Pierre

stood to receive this sentence, and after it, his eyes fell. The

doctor had seen the quick, desperate moisture in them.

"I tell you what, Landis," he said, putting a hand on Pierre's

shoulder. "I'm willing to take a risk. I'm sure of one thing. Miss

West hasn't even heard of your inquiries."

"You mean Morena's making it up--about her not being willing to see

me?"

"I do mean that. And no doubt he's doing it with the best intentions.

But I'm willing to take a risk. See those stairs? You run up them to

the fifth floor. The nurse is out. Gael is in attendance; that is,

he's in the sitting-room. She doesn't know of his presence, hasn't

been allowed to see him. Miss West's door--the outside one--is ajar.

Go up. Get past Gael if you can. Behave yourself quietly, and if you

see the least sign of weakness on the part of Miss West, or if she

shows the slightest disinclination for your company, come down--I'm

trusting you--as quickly as you can and tell me. I'll wait. Have I

your promise?"

"Yes, sir," gasped Pierre.

The doctor smiled at the swift, leaping grace of his Western friend's

ascent. He was anxious concerning the result of his experiment, but

there was a memory upon him of a haunted look in Joan's eyes that

seemed the fellow to a look of Pierre's. He rather believed in

intuitions, especially his own.