is,â Bradford interpolated irritably. âAnd furthermore, Torrey, it might well have been another type of man who found my child alone and unprotected! I thank the good Lord a gentleman of Mathiesonâs moral calibre came upon her! No thanks to you! Be damned if Iâm not of a mind to leave you in this wilderness!â
âYou cannot,â sulked Torrey. âYou need me to guide you to theââ
âEstate,â put in Bradford hurriedly. He turned to Mathieson. âWe journey to the estate of Lord ⦠Tyson, who isââ
âMy uncle,â declared Torrey, just as hurriedly.
Mathieson looked curiously from one to the other, then sat up in sudden alarm. âJupiter! My horse should have been rubbed down half an hour since!â
âNot by you, young fella,â said Bradford. âNot with that hand. Torrey will tend the animal.â
Mathieson frowned. âThank you, butâno, sir. I shallââ
âYouâll stay where you are. Oh, never fear, mâboy. Torreyâs a block at times, but heâs a good man with horses.â
His smile forced, Torrey muttered something about making amends, and went out.
Mathieson settled down again. âSirâwill he â¦â
âNever fear. He may feel like pummelling you, but he wonât take it out on your hack, Iâll say that for him. You set a store by that big stallion of yours, eh?â
âYes. He is one in a million.â
âI see.â For a moment Bradford watched the candlelight flicker on the lean planes of the remarkable face in the opposite bunk. Then, he leaned forward, hands clasped between his knees. âI feel the same about my daughter.â He flushed again as he saw Mathiesonâs brows lift slightly. âOh, I know you must think otherwise. AndâGod help me, âtis true Iâve been a sorry failure as a father!â
âIs none of my affair, Mr. Bradford. Iâd not presume toââ
âI know, I know. But you saved the lass. Youâre entitled to an explanation.â
Mathieson was more tired than curious, but he listened resignedly.
âMy wife, sir,â said Bradford, staring at his hands, âwas the very loveliest little creature that ever walked upon this green earth. Youâve seen Fiona ⦠how beautiful she is â¦â He shrugged. âNeed I say more?â
âConsiderably,â thought Mathieson cynically, but he smiled and strove to look sympathetic. âYou are a widower, sir?â
âYes. Since â39, alasâ And I am doomed, for I shall never find the like of my lovely Cassandra.â A sparkle came into the fine brown eyes. He added with a grin, âBesides, with so many lovelies, âtis far more gratifying not to be confined to one ⦠eh, mâboy?â
Mathieson laughed and became less drowsy. âCouldnât agree more, Mr. Bradford.â
âAha! I fancied you were a young rascal and had a thing or two in common with me!â He was still smiling, but now the smile did not reach his eyes. âGood thing Torrey and I arrivedâwhen we did, eh?â
âYouâre wondering if you really were in time, are you sir?â Mathieson said gravely, âIâll be honest. Where
lâamour
is concerned, I rate myself something of aâskilled artisan. Had I not been covered in mud, been hampered by a twisted thumb and a wrenched ankle, I might well have regarded a pretty girl, alone in a caravan, as a choice delicacyââ He saw Bradfordâs eyes narrow and the strong fists clench, and went on levelly, âHoweverâeven in that event, sir, I have never yet found it either necessary, desirable, or in any way the business of a gentleman, to force a reluctant girl. Iâll own to being a rascal. I resent being judged a libertine.â
For a long moment the eyes of the two men held steady and stern. Then Bradford nodded.
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