Hour after hour Nance1 stood beside the wall of the shed-room and with the patience of a cat waited for the sobs2 to cease and the girl to be quiet.
Mary had risen from the bed once and paced the floor in the dark for more than an hour, like a frightened, wild animal, trapped and caged for the first time in life. With growing wonder, Nance counted the beat of her foot-fall, five steps one way and five back—round after round, round after round, in ceaseless repetition.
“Goddlemighty, is she gone clean crazy!” she exclaimed.
The footsteps stopped at last and the low sobs came once more from the bed. The old woman crouched4 down on a stone beside the log wall and drew the shawl about her shoulders.
A rooster crowed for midnight. Still the restless thing inside was stirring. Nance rose uneasily. Her lantern was still burning in her storehouse under the cliff. The wick might eat so low it would explode. She had heard that such things happened to lamps. It was foolish to have left it burning, anyhow.
She glided5 noiselessly from the house into the woods, entered her hidden door exactly as she had done before, extinguished the lantern, placed it on a shelving rock and put a dozen matches beside it.
In ten minutes she had returned to the house and crouched once more against the wall of the shed.
The low, pleading voice was praying. She pressed her ear to the crack and heard distinctly. She must be patient. Her plan was sure to succeed if she were only patient. No woman could sob3 and pray and walk all night. She must fall down unconscious from sheer exhaustion6 before day.
The old woman slipped into the kitchen, took up the quilt which she had spread on the floor for her bed, wrapped it about her thin shoulders and returned to her watch.
Again and again she rose, believing her patience had won, and placed her ear to the crack only to hear a sound within which told her only too plainly that the girl was yet awake. Sometimes it was a sigh, sometimes she cleared her throat, sometimes she tossed restlessly. One spoken sentence she heard again and again:
“Oh, dear God, have mercy on my lost soul!”
“What can be the matter with the fool critter!” Nance muttered. “Is she moanin' for sin? To be shore, they don't have no revival7 meetings this time o' year!”
She had known sinners to mourn through a whole summer sometimes, but never in all her experience in religious revivals8 had a mourner carried it over into winter. The dancing had always eased the tension and brought a relapse to sinful thoughts.
The hours dragged until the roosters began to crow for day. It would soon be light.
She must act now. There was no time to lose. She pressed her ear to the crack once more and held it five minutes.
Not a sound came from within. The broken spirit had yielded to the stupor9 of exhaustion at last.
With swift, cat's tread Nance circled the cabin and entered the kitchen. The quilt she carefully spread on the floor leading to the entrance to the living-room, crossed it softly and stood in the doorway11 with her long hands on the calico hangings.
For five minutes she remained immovable and listened to the deep, regular breathing of the sleeping man. Her wits were keen, her eyes wide. She could see the dim outlines of the furniture by the starlight through the window. Small objects in the room were, of course, invisible. To light a candle was not to be thought of. It might wake the sleeper12.
She knew how to make the light without a noise or its rays reaching his face. He had startled her with the electric torch because of its novelty. She was no longer afraid. She would know how to press the button. He had left the thing lying on the table beside the black bag. He might have hidden the gold. He would not remember in his drunken stupor to move the electric torch.
She glided ghost-like into the room. Her bare feet were velvet13. She knew every board in the floor. There was one near the table that creaked. She counted her steps and cleared the spot without a sound.
Her thin fingers found the edge of the table and slipped with uncanny touch along its surface until her hand closed on the rounded form of the torch.
Without moving in her tracks she turned the light on the table and in every nook and corner of the room beyond. She slowly swung her body on a pivot14, flashing the light into each shadow and over every inch of floor, turning always in a circle toward the couch.
Satisfied that the object she sought was nowhere in the circle she had covered, she moved a step from the table and winked15 the light beneath it. She squatted16 on the floor and flashed it carefully over every inch of its boards from one corner of the room to the other and under the couch.
She rose softly, glided behind the head of the sleeping man and stood back some six feet, lest the flash of the torch might disturb him. She threw its rays behind the couch and slowly raised them until they covered the dirty pillow on which Jim was sleeping. There beneath the pillow lay the bag with its precious treasure. He was sleeping on it. She had feared this, but felt sure that the whiskey he had drunk would hold him in its stupor until late next morning.
She crouched low and fixed17 the light's ray slowly on the bag that her hand might not err18 the slightest in its touch. She laid her bony fingers on it with a slow, imperceptible movement, held them there a moment and moved the bag the slightest bit to test the sleeper's wakefulness. To her surprise he stirred instantly.
“What'ell!” he growled19 sleepily.
She stood motionless until he was breathing again with deep, even, heavy throb20. Gliding21 back to the table, she flashed the light again on the bag and studied its position. His big neck rested squarely across it. To move it without waking him was a physical impossibility.
Here was a dilemma22 she had not fully10 faced. She had not believed it possible for him to place the bag where she could not get it. Her only purpose up to this moment had been to take it and store it safely beneath the soft earth in the inner recess23 of the cave. He would miss it in the morning, of course. She would express her amazement24. The bar would be down from the front door. Someone had robbed him. The money could never be found.
She had made up her mind to take it the moment he had convinced her that his philosophy of life was true. His eloquence25 had transformed her from an ignorant old woman, content with her poverty and dirt, into a dangerous and daring criminal.
There was no such thing as failure to be thought of now for a moment. The spade in the inner room of her store-house could be put to larger use if necessary. With the strength of the madness now on her she could carry his body on her back through the woods. The world would be none the wiser. He had quarreled with his wife, and left her in a rage that night. That was all she knew. The sheriff of neither county could afford to bother his head long over an insolvable mystery. Besides, both sheriffs were her friends.
Her decision was instantaneous when once she saw that it was safe.
She smiled over the grim irony26 of the thing—his words kept humming in her ears, his voice, low and persuasive27:
“Suppose now the man that got that money had to kill a fool to take it—what of it? You don't get big money any other way!”
On the shelf beside the door was a butcher knife which she also used for carving28. She had sharpened its point that night to carve her Christmas turkey next day.
She raised the torch and flashed its rays on the shelf to guide her hand, crept to the wall, took down the knife and laid the electric torch in its place.
Steadying her body against the wall, her arms outspread, she edged her way behind the couch and bent29 over the sleeping man until by his breathing she had located his heart.
She raised her tall figure and brought the knife down with a crash into his breast. With a sudden wrench30 she drew it from the wound and crouched among the shadows watching him with wide-dilated eyes.
The stricken sleeper gasped31 for breath, his writhing32 body fairly leaped into the air, bounded on the couch and stood erect33. He staggered backward and lurched toward her. The crouching35 figure bent low, gripping the knife and waiting for her chance to strike the last blow.
Strangling with blood, Jim opened his eyes and saw the old woman creeping nearer through the gray light of the dawn.
He threw his hands above his head and tried to shout his warning. She was on him, her trembling hand feeling for his throat, before he could speak.
Struggling, in his weakened condition, to tear her fingers away, he gasped:
“Here! Here! Great God! Do you know what you're doing?”
“I just want yer money,” she whispered. “That's all, and I'm a-goin' ter have it!”
Her fingers closed and the knife sank into his neck.
She sprang back and watched him lurch34 and fall across the couch. His body writhed36 a moment in agony and was still.
Holding the knife in her hand, she tore open the bag and thrust her itching37 fingers into the gold, gripping it fiercely.
“Nobody's goin' to ask ye how ye got it—they just want to know HAVE ye got it—yeah! Yeah——”
The last word died on her lips. The door of the shed-room suddenly opened and Mary stood before her.
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| n.娘娘腔的男人，男同性恋者 | |
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sleeper
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growled
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carving
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