“I saw the bear striking at them when I came near, so I just whanged her over the head with the milk-bucket, and she beat it.”
Dabney Mills, who had no knowledge at the time of what was happening, was able, perhaps, to give the most picturesque3 story of the three. Not even he, however, was able to deny that it was the milk-pail that saved the day. Olaf had been carrying it on his arm when he heard Nancy’s frantic4 cry for help, and he had never thought of setting it down, nor did he spill quite all of the contents as he ran to help her. He had come panting up the slope, just in time to see the bear’s blow graze the girl’s shoulder and rip away her sleeve. Being still out of reach, he had hurled5 the unwieldy tin bucket with all his might and with most successful aim. The clanging blow with which it struck startled Nancy, and the unexpected spectacle of a stream of white milk pouring over those black, furry6 shoulders made her feel that she had been bereft7 of her senses.
“And I have seen,” she said when she was trying to relate the tale to Beatrice, “what nobody else ever saw; I have seen a bear look surprised.”
Astonishment8 and horror seemed, indeed, to take instant possession of Mrs. Bruin, for she dropped from the ledge2 and made off through the bushes. The milk-pail, dislodged from where it had caught among the stones, rolled clanging and banging after her with a noise that lent even greater speed to her flight.
Olaf and Nancy stared at each other for a moment while his anxious face relaxed slowly into a broad grin and she burst out into irrepressible giggles9. The strain of the terrible minutes that had just passed broke down suddenly into uncontrollable mirth so that gale10 after gale of laughter swept over them both. Nancy was so breathless from her desperate climb that laughing was painful, yet she could not check it and was forced to sit down upon the grass and lean against the rock wall in her helplessness. Olaf recovered first, rubbed his eyes, wet with laughter, on the sleeve of his coat, and was able to speak quite soberly.
“After all, it isn’t so funny,” he observed. He leaned far out over the precipice11 and looked down. “I thought you would go over before I got there.”
“We must look after Dabney Mills,” Nancy reminded him suddenly. “Suppose he had been killed!”
“If he had it would be by no fault of his,” Olaf muttered as he helped her to her feet and walked with her to where the reporter was sitting up, looking about him with a dazed expression.
“You were mighty12 slow coming,” he said morosely13 to Olaf. “That brute14 could have knocked us into kingdom come.”
He was feeling about vaguely15, first in his pockets, then among the weeds and stones about him. A great blue bruise16 was spreading slowly over his face and neck.
“Have you lost something?” Nancy inquired.
“Just my note-book. I—I wanted to put something down in it.”
He seemed still to be somewhat stunned17, but he got up and went with them down the hill. For some time he was silent, an unusual condition for him, but before they were halfway18 home he began to talk again, evidently composing a proper account of his adventure.
“A very dangerous, vicious animal!” he observed. “It was quite touch and go for a time, a very narrow escape! Of course, if I had been carrying any sort of weapon—” Nancy interrupted with an exclamation19, and Olaf with a covert20 chuckle21. She was about to declare very frankly22 that if Olaf had been unarmed and Dabney possessed23 of the milk-bucket, the affair would not have been very different. Olaf, however, dropped behind and spoke24 to her in an undertone:
“Please let him go on. He will talk himself into believing he was quite a hero, and I want to hear him do it.”
Aunt Anna was given a very mild account of the affair when they reached home, with little emphasis on the danger and a great deal on how absurd the bear had looked. Yet her eyes fell upon the deep scratches on Nancy’s arm and her torn sleeve, and then turned to Olaf with a look that made him suddenly glow with embarrassment25 and pride, but also made him bid them a panic-stricken good night. When Aunt Anna’s glance traveled to Dabney Mills who was beginning to relate his version of the story quite fluently, he paused, stammered26, and declared that he, too, must be going. There was no one present who pressed him to stay.
“I will have to give this to Hester for her chickens,” said Nancy, surveying the wreck27 of her cake ruefully, just before she went to bed.
The girls had promised their aunt that they would not talk a great deal before they went to sleep, but they found it difficult to keep their word. Besides discussing the bear adventure they had also to talk over Dr. Minturn’s advice to Beatrice given that morning and heard by Nancy now for the first time.
“He said,” quoted Beatrice, “‘that we must not hurry a man who has been hurt to his very soul.’”
“I think the doctor was right,” the younger girl observed thoughtfully. “John Herrick—I can’t seem to call him anything else—must be just like Aunt Anna, with just such a will as hers. And the more he loved his family the more it must have hurt him to believe that they doubted his honor.”
“But suppose he never comes back to us,” said Beatrice. “Must we sit by and do nothing? He knew who we were from the first day we came here, but he has never made a sign.”
Although they had put out the light, the glowing hands of Beatrice’s wrist-watch reminded her of her promise. Nancy accordingly scurried28 into her own room to bed, and presumably dropped asleep as quickly as did Beatrice, who could hardly even remember laying her head upon the pillow.
It must have been several hours later that Beatrice awoke. She had slept so soundly that all her weariness was gone and the faintest of sounds outside had broken through the thin fabric29 of her dreams. She sat up, and turned to the window close beside her bed, to peer out and to listen.
It was moonlight again—a very clear night and so quiet that the big pine-trees stood as immovable as though they were a painted forest on the drop curtain of a theater. The white flood of light set into sharp relief the square frame of the window. Beatrice, looking at the ruffled30 white curtains, the twin pots of berries on the sill, and the row of books below, thought how quaintly31 cozy32 and homelike it looked in contrast to that ghostly wilderness33 outside. Then, as she leaned against the frame to look out, she drew a deep breath of astonishment.
Very evidently Aunt Anna had been unable to sleep and was sitting, wrapped in her big cloak, reading at the window just below, as was often her custom. A square of light on the ground below, and a shadow that moved a little now and then, as though for the turning of a page, made it plain that this was so. And opposite the window, in a clearing among the pines, some one was walking to and fro. It was John Herrick, with the moonlight on his fair hair and flooding the ground about him like a pool of still water. Somewhere in the dark behind him his horse was tied, for Beatrice, when she listened, could hear now and then the faint stamping of an impatient foot or the jingle34 of the bit.
If Aunt Anna heard the sounds, she did not distinguish them from the ordinary noises of the night, nor, with the lighted lamp beside her, could she see clearly anything that lay in the forest beyond. But Beatrice could guess, as surely as though she stood in the moonlight beside John Herrick, just how distinct before his eyes was the lighted window with his sister sitting beside it. She could imagine, even, just what that picture must mean to him, the glowing, shaded lamp, the cushioned chair, the quiet beauty of Aunt Anna’s profile. How they must all stand for home and familiar things, for the unswerving affection of those of his own blood. He must know, surely, why his sister had come there, what she was waiting for as she sat, unconscious and serene35, beside the window. He had only to lift his voice ever so little above the whispers of the forest; he had only to speak her name and the long spell would be broken. Beatrice held her breath to listen. There was no sound.
He had only to lift his voice and the long spell would be broken
He stood, staring up at the window for a long, long time; then turned upon his heel at last. Beatrice could actually hear the harsh grating of his heavy boot upon a stone as he did so. She heard the jingling36 of the curb37 as he loosed his horse; she heard the creak of the stirrup leather and the scramble38 of iron-shod feet as he swung into the saddle and was off. There was no hesitation39 or stopping to look back; it was as though he had come to a final decision. Beatrice felt that there was something very ominous40, something dismaying in the steadily41 diminishing thud, thud, of the hoof-beats, as horse and rider drew away into the darkness. With a long sigh she turned, shivering, from the window and buried her face in the pillow.
Christina came up the hill to see them next day, a radiant Christina who had learned that she need no longer keep secret from her friends her joy in Olaf’s return. The promise of the brilliant moonlight had not been fulfilled in the morning’s weather, for deluges42 of rain were falling, sluicing43 down the steep roof, dripping from the trees, and swelling44 the stream until the sound of the waterfall filled the whole house. No amount of rain could quench45 the Finnish woman’s happiness, however, as she stood in the kitchen, her garments soaked and her face beaming.
“It seemed so wrong to keep the good news from you, when it was really through Miss Beatrice that Olaf came home. I would never have dared to ask any one to write to him in the face of Thorvik’s forbidding it. Olaf came very early one morning, when Thorvik happened to be away for the night, and we went straight up to see John Herrick, for he was always the best friend my boy had. He made Olaf promise that he would not show himself in the village, and I know myself that it is wise that he should keep away after that business at Mason’s Bluff46, but it is hard for me to see so little of him.”
Of her son’s adventure with the bear she made very light indeed.
“He did nothing more than he should,” she declared. “Of course, he might have been hurt, but there was that dear Miss Nancy; think what might have come to her!”
Her presence in the kitchen was very welcome, for Nancy’s arm was too stiff to be of much service, and Beatrice admitted frankly that as cook she was a sorry substitute.
“Willing but awkward, I would describe myself if I were advertising47 for a situation,” she told them. “Nancy has a special talent for cooking, but I have a genius for breaking dishes and scalding myself.”
Christina, therefore, stayed to cook the dinner and to bake a second edition of the cake upon which misfortune had fallen yesterday. Olaf came across the hill through the rain and sat for long in the kitchen with his mother, making her the most peaceful and uninterrupted visit that had been possible since his return. Nancy, going in and out on various errands, heard snatches of tales of the high seas, of whales and hurricanes, of hot foreign ports baking in the tropical sun, of winds that cut you like a knife as you slid across the slippery decks with great waves washing over you, of the longing48 for the land and home, and also—Olaf came to it slowly—of the restless desire that grows and grows, of the sailor on leave to be at sea again.
“Ah, but you wouldn’t go just yet!” cried Christina in alarm.
“No, not just yet. John Herrick has been so kind to me that I feel like standing49 by him in—in something that he has on hand just now.” But Olaf leaned back in his chair and looked out through the blurred50 windows as though he were already impatient to be off.
They were an oddly assorted51 pair, he so tall, straight, and American, she, despite her ordinary clothes and her careful English, so foreign still. Beatrice thought so, as she came into the kitchen in the late afternoon, and found them both making preparations to depart. The day had been a long and heavy one to her. Her mind was full of what she had seen the night before, although she had not yet had time to discuss it in private with Nancy. She longed to ride over to the Herricks’ house, for what purpose she could not herself say. The pouring rain, however, made such an expedition so unreasonable52 that she could not, in the whole course of the day, think of an excuse urgent enough to explain her going.
“I wish you were not going to be so wet,” she said to Christina. “You will be soaked again before you get home.”
“It is not raining so much now,” Olaf observed, reaching for his cap that lay on the window-sill, “it will soon—”
He interrupted himself suddenly and turned round to them with a delighted grin. He spoke softly and jerked his head toward the window where, to Beatrice’s astonishment, she saw dimly through the wet pane53 that a face was peering in. The close-set eyes and ungainly nose showed that it was Dabney Mills.
“I never knew before just what the word eavesdropper54 meant,” said Olaf. “Think how the water must be pouring off the roof and running down that fellow’s neck!”
Seeing that he had been observed, Dabney came to the door and a moment later stood, a bedraggled and dejected figure, just inside the threshold.
“I was looking in to see if there was any one at home,” he tried to explain, while Olaf supplemented:
“On such a fine day he was afraid you might all be out.”
“I went up the mountain to see if I could get back my note-book,” Dabney went on to account for his forlorn condition. “I have been looking for hours, but I couldn’t find it.”
“Maybe the bear put it in her pocket and went away with it,” suggested Christina flippantly. “Anyway, it would be soaked to a pulp55 by this time.”
“You needn’t worry, I picked it up last night when I went back to get the milk-can,” Olaf said. He brought the familiar leather-covered book from an inside pocket and held it out to its owner. A wicked twinkle that he could not suppress seemed to fill Dabney Mills with panic-stricken suspicion.
“You’ve been reading it,” he cried. “You had no right. You have been prying56 into my private affairs.”
The other boy’s face flushed with anger.
“It may be I haven’t been brought up a gentleman like you,” he returned hotly. “But I wouldn’t be peering and prying into other people’s business for all that. Whatever mean secrets you have hid away in that book, they are there still, safe and sound. All I did was to write a page at the end. I was afraid that if you didn’t have an account of that bear business at once, you might forget just how it happened.”
Dabney snatched the book and nervously57 turned to the last page. Beatrice was so close that she could not help seeing that it was covered with Olaf’s square schoolboy writing. The last sentence caught her eye, giving a clue to the rest.
“Even though our hero took the precaution of getting behind the lady who was with him, he did not escape entirely58 unharmed.”
Dabney thrust the book into his pocket and shot Olaf a glance of wicked rage.
“I am very much obliged to you,” he said. “You shall hear of my gratitude59 later. I know more about you than you think, young man.”
He went out into the rain, slamming the door behind him.
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