“It was the next thing to impossible to climb up in bright daylight,” Beatrice thought. “How can we ever go down in the dark, with a helpless person to carry?”
But the doctor had declared that further delay meant too much danger to John Herrick, and that the attempt must be made. Down they went, past the rocky shelf where the girls had found him, past the dizzy precipice2 where Beatrice had dropped the ax and had so nearly followed it, over barriers that looked impassable, down steep declivities that were nothing but wells of blackness and hidden danger. A word of direction from the doctor, a breathless squeak3 from Nancy once when her horse lurched suddenly beneath her, the steady scuffle of the ponies’ feet—those were the only sounds. They had passed the icy shallows of the tumbling stream, they had looped over the jutting4 shoulder of smooth rock where there was scarcely a foothold: there was a long, stiff-legged jump for each pony, and they were down.
Through the rustling5 underbrush of the lower slope, the main trail leading downward from Gray Cloud Pass was firm under their feet.
“Looks like Broadway, don’t it, after that squirrel track back yonder?” observed one of the men, as they stopped to rest for a little. The other man went to catch Nancy’s pony which had been turned loose before the storm and which now came, stamping and snorting, through the dark, drawn6 by the lantern light and by the desire for company of its own kind.
It was possible to carry the litter between two horses now, so that the doctor mounted, left one man to follow on foot, and ordered them all to press forward. A moving shadow in the darkness proved to be John Herrick’s black mare7, who had managed to scramble8 to her feet and stood, with head drooping9 and one leg helpless, beside the path.
“We can’t stop for her now,” the doctor said. “I will send some one back to see if there is anything to be done.”
The poor creature was left behind, although Beatrice leaned from her saddle to touch the soft anxious nose that was thrust out to her, and although a pleading whinny could be heard long after the darkness had swallowed up the suffering pony.
They went on steadily10 and quickly now, with Beatrice nodding in her saddle from unbelievable weariness. They were fording a stream; they were threading the grove11 of aspen-trees; they had reached the last mile of their journey. The whispering leaves were all speaking together in the morning breeze; the birds were beginning to sing; the darkness had faded so that the light of Beatrice’s lantern had shrunk to the pale ghost of a flame. She looked back to see the bare granite12 slope above her turn from gray to rose, and to see the stark13 summit of Gray Cloud Mountain shine in sudden silver radiance as the sunrise touched it.
Almost immediately she saw the men ahead of her stop, dismount, and lean over the litter.
“He is awake, and I think he wants you,” one of them said to Nancy, but she listened and shook her head.
“He is not really conscious,” she answered, “and it is my Aunt Anna that he is asking for.”
It was a week, a dragging, interminable week, before any one was able to know just what were to be the results of that fateful expedition up the slopes of Gray Cloud Mountain. Nancy, stiff and aching in every muscle from so much unwonted riding, was the first to recover and to set about her housekeeping. Beatrice had sprained14 her knee in that perilous15 moment when she dropped the ax over the mountain-side, but she had scarcely noticed the mishap16 until, slipping from the saddle at her own door, she found herself unable to walk into the house. For three days she was almost helpless; by the end of seven, however, she was able to get about and help Nancy and Christina with their work.
Christina had come to stay at the cabin so that the girls might not be alone, for Aunt Anna had moved to John Herrick’s house. It seemed at first that she had found her brother only in time to part with him again, for through four terrible days he lay so ill that not even Dr. Minturn could have much hope. Perhaps no one knew until that dreadful time how brave Aunt Anna could be. It was she who was cheerful; it was she who was hopeful and kept up the courage of the others; it was her tired, white, but smiling face upon which John Herrick’s eyes first fell when he opened them to consciousness again.
The three girls were standing17 in the door and Dr. Minturn was with them, but it was only his sister that John Herrick saw.
“Anna,” he said, “I have had a bad dream, I think.”
“Yes,” she nodded gravely. “We have all been dreaming, but at last we are all awake.”
His eyes went to the window where, in the hot sun of brilliant noonday, the moving tree-tops showed their densest19 green and the far mountains stood blue against a bluer sky. He looked doubtful for a moment, as though he had expected to find himself in his old home, in that room where the rain in the chimney had lulled20 him to sleep through childhood nights. When he remembered all that had happened since, would he shrink away again into that isolation21 he had made for himself? They could actually see, from the changes in his face, just how the flood of memories rose and swept over him, recalling everything, from his accident on the hill back to that day when he had vowed22 to shut the door of home behind him forever. At last he turned to his sister again and smiled.
“I thought I could never forgive all of you,” he said, “and it was you, this whole long time, who should have forgiven me. Through all these years I have been remembering how I went away, how I looked into that row of serious faces, and thought I read doubt in every one of them. Yes, Anna dear, I know you believed in me still; I know you called after me; but I vowed it was too late. I heard your voice as I closed the door: it has followed me ever since, but I would not listen. Can you forgive me?”
The girls slipped away and Dr. Minturn closed the door.
“He’ll do,” he said gruffly. “He won’t need any of us to cure him now.”
A man who has spent the last ten years in the free open and the bracing23 air of the Rocky Mountains does not linger long upon a sick bed when once he has begun to recover. John Herrick was sitting up in a week’s time and was able to limp about the house at the end of ten days. As his strength grew, so did Aunt Anna’s, so that step by step they came along the road of health together.
“Isn’t she wearing herself out nursing him?” Beatrice asked Dr. Minturn anxiously, but he only laughed.
“It never harms people to do what they like most in the world,” he answered. “I can hardly tell which of the two is getting well the faster. They have no further need for me, so I will be getting back to Miriam. I can leave the whole affair in your capable hands, Miss Beatrice.”
Beatrice laughed, yet flushed with pleasure that the doctor should voice such confidence in her. She could not help feeling a little thrill of pride when she thought how well things were turning out. Even the black mare was hobbling about the corral, giving promise that she could be ridden almost as soon as John Herrick would be able to mount her. There was still the affair in the village to be made clear, but of that Beatrice had thought very little lately, and not at all of Dabney Mills.
A growing restlessness on Christina’s part was the first reminder24 of what was going on about them.
“I don’t want to go,” she explained when, on Aunt Anna’s returning to the cabin, Christina announced that she was needed at home; “but I am anxious when I am away from Thorvik. I never know what new things he is thinking up.”
She had waited to wash the evening dishes, lingering over them as though she were unwilling25 to finish, but she had said a reluctant good-by at last and had gone away down the hill. Beatrice sat on the doorstep looking after her, and lingered long after she was gone, watching the darkness deepen between the tree trunks, and the fireflies moving to and fro. It had been an over-busy day with the result that she was very tired. It was surely the worst possible moment that Dabney Mills could have chosen to come striding through the dark, whistling with irritating shrillness26.
“There are all sorts of rumors27 about John Herrick’s being hurt,” he began at once, “so I came up to see if I could get the real facts. I tried to interview the old doctor when he was down in the village, but I didn’t have much satisfaction. Now, you will have no objection to telling me a few things, I feel sure.”
On that very spot, Beatrice thought, he had been told once, twice, it was difficult to say how many times, that his presence was unwelcome and that he would be told nothing. Yet here he was again, as inquisitive28 and as well-assured of success as ever.
“I don’t see why you keep coming and asking things,” she said irritably29, “when we never tell you anything.”
“A fellow can never tell,” he replied easily, “where he can pick up a few facts, even in the most unlikely places. I won’t say this is a very hopeful one, but there’s nowhere else to go. I hear your aunt has been nursing Herrick. Now I could make something very interesting out of that.”
His insinuating30 grin, half visible in the dark, was quite beyond bearing.
“Why shouldn’t she be nursing him when she is his own sister?” she cried hotly, a sudden burst of temper driving her quite beyond the bounds of prudence31.
Dabney’s mouth opened to speak, but no words came—only at last a long whistle of astonishment32.
“Sister!” he ejaculated; then repeated it to himself, “Sister!”
Beatrice said nothing, for she began to have an uneasy feeling that harm might come from her hasty speech.
“But look-a-here,” Dabney Mills burst out, “if she’s his sister and he’s your uncle, why did you never let on to any one? You were strangers to him, you two girls, when you came here: I could swear it. And one day when you were out, I asked your aunt if she had ever seen John Herrick, and she said no.”
Still Beatrice was silent, with growing misgivings33, as he went on excitedly, as much to himself as to her.
“There must have been a family quarrel,” he speculated shrewdly. “Herrick did something disgraceful, most likely, back there at home, and came West to lose himself, and the rest of you followed, by and by, to see him; but you never owned he belonged to you. Say, that’s something to tell them down yonder at the meeting to-night. When they hear that about his past, they may know for sure where to look for their money.”
He swung on his heel and was off in haste down the hill.
“Stop! Stop!” cried Beatrice, but he paid no heed34. She ran a few steps after him but he had already disappeared.
As she went into the house, she was thinking of that boulder35 that had rolled from under her horse’s feet on the climb up Dead Man’s Mile. She remembered how it bounded down the slope, disappearing in the wood to do what damage she could not tell. In much the same way her thoughtless speech had escaped from her and now, quite beyond her reach, was doing harm at which she could only guess.
They all retired36 early that night, for Aunt Anna, who had just come home, was tired as well as happy, and Nancy had been so busy that she could not hold her eyes open even until a decent hour for bedtime. In spite of her uneasy thoughts, Beatrice fell asleep quickly, and, even after an hour of sound slumber37, awoke with difficulty.
“It is raining,” she thought sleepily at first, hearing a light tap, tap against the casement38. “I must get up and close the window.”
Yet she would have dropped asleep again had not the sound continued insistently39. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up. To her surprise, the stars were shining through the window, and no raindrops but a handful of gravel18 pattered on the sill. She jumped up, drew her big coat about her, for the night air was cold, and leaned out. A shadowy figure, unrecognizable in the starlight, stood below her.
“Miss Deems,” came a voice, a rich Irish voice that after a moment of doubt she realized was Dan O’Leary’s, the man who used to care for Buck40; “Miss Deems, there’s the deuce and all to pay down in the town to-night, and this Dabney Mills here vows41 that it was your doing.”
She discerned then a second figure skulking42 among the shadows, a very crestfallen43 Dabney Mills, brought hither evidently by no desire of his own.
“He came to the meeting,” went on Dan, “and gave us a long tale of how John Herrick’s past had come out at last, how he had got into disgrace back East and came here to lose himself and take another name. And from that he argues that it was John Herrick took the money we have all been looking for this long time. I thought it only best to come straight to you for the truth, since the fellow here was quoting you.”
Poor Beatrice’s teeth chattered44 with cold and misery45 as she leaned against the window-frame and, below her breath, tried to explain just how matters stood. Had Aunt Anna been wakeful, she would have been reading in the room below and would have overheard, but fortunately she was sleeping soundly on the sleeping-porch at the other side of the house.
“Some of what he said is half true,” Beatrice began, “and some of it is all false.” Dan O’Leary listened to the end of her story without comment.
“I was hoping you could give him the lie direct,” he said finally. “The men below are wild with anger and are coming up the hill to tax John Herrick with wrecking46 the company. They were walking and we had horses, but they’ll not be so long behind us. Well, I’ll go back and stop them if I can.”
“Couldn’t you—couldn’t you go up the hill and warn him?” Beatrice asked desperately47.
“No, they’d call me traitor48 if I did, for, though I’m a good friend to John Herrick, after all I’m one with those below and pledged to help them. We’ll be going back now. I’ll do the best I can. Here,” to Dabney, “get on your horse and come along. It’s just such know-nothings as you that let loose most of the mischief49 in the world.”
After they had gone, Beatrice still stood, clinging to the window-frame, stunned50 and bewildered. This, then, was the result of her angry words; this was the mischief that she had set on foot. What could she do to make amends51? She did not have to think long, but she turned from the window with a sigh that was nearer a groan52. She must lay the whole matter before John Herrick, tell him the real truth of what she had said and what had been the result. He could never forgive her; of that she felt sure. She had put an end, all in a minute, to that new-found trust and friendliness53 that had been so hardly won. Yet it was the only thing to do.
Buck, who had been brought home a week before, sprang up from his straw bed at the sound of his mistress’s footsteps. He submitted, for once, to being saddled without protest, as though he had been too full of curiosity concerning this strange night adventure to make any delay.
Down the path to the gate they made their way, then up the trail as fast as Buck could be urged, with Beatrice’s head turned over her shoulder to peer down at the town below. One building was brilliantly lighted—the hall where the men’s meetings were held. There were lights in many of the houses, too, although it was so nearly midnight. Then, carried by the chill wind that blew up from the valley, came the far-off sound of shouting voices from the throng54 of angry men who were marching up the trail.
John Herrick’s house was alight also, for he was a person of late hours. She could see, as she came near, that he was sitting by the big table in the living-room and that Hester was nodding over a book in the chair beside him. Since he was up and about again, she seemed unwilling to leave him for a moment. Beatrice knocked, but could not wait for an answer and burst in upon them, beginning to pour out her story before she was half-way across the room.
Hester, starting up, listened in frank bewilderment, but the expression on John Herrick’s face was quite different. Her tale was none too plain, but he seemed to guess, long before she had finished, what it was she was trying to say.
“Tell me,” he said at last when she paused; “tell me one thing.” Her heart sank, for his eyes were hard and his tone was harsh and dry. “Why did you come here? Was it to warn me, so that I could go away?”
“Oh, no, no,” she gasped55, still breathless and incoherent. “I only felt that you ought to know what harm I had done. I wanted you to be ready to explain to the men when they came that it was I who had——”
“Do you mean,” he interrupted her, leaning forward in his chair, his eyes fixed56 on her with a strange, intense eagerness; “do you mean that you do not believe as they do? That you don’t suspect me of stealing that money?”
The blank astonishment on Beatrice’s face was answer enough.
“It wouldn’t be possible!” she declared simply.
He leaned back, and put his hand over his face as though suddenly weary.
“God bless you, Beatrice,” he said. “I will remember that always, that you believed in me.”
He rose slowly, limped across the room, and opened the door of a safe, let into the wall between two bookcases. He brought out two steel boxes, and set them on the table.
“Now go and open the doors,” he said, “so that when our friends arrive, they can come in at once.”
While he unlocked the boxes, Hester went to do as he had directed; but Beatrice, wondering and fascinated, could not leave his side. The first lid that he lifted showed bundles of bank-notes, and the second, shining piles of heavy gold pieces.
“Yes, this is the money that was missing,” he said.
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