They met again at the same spot where they had passed and stood there looking at each other warily7, suspiciously, their eyes rolling in the moonlight. She could see them distinctly, for they were very close, yet as it happened she herself was so concealed8 that the men, though they might have touched her, did not see her.
One had a very pleasing aspect. He was tall and[149] vibrant9 with a fine profile and no bristles10. That was Alex Thane, the magnificent puddler11.
The other was of lower stature12, much heavier, massive, in the form of a wedge, with a width at the top across the shoulders that was almost a deformity. He was neckless. His head started from between his shoulders like a gargoyle13. Coarse black hair grew all over him. His moustache was like a worn brush. His eyes were wide apart, set very high, denoting enormous animal vitality14.
It was he who had cast back the taunt; and it was he with his chin thrust out who spoke15 first when they met again and stood facing each other in that singular way. He was a Cornishman. What he said Agnes could not understand. Thane answered him in words which, though she knew them as words, most of them, imported to her mind no sense whatever. Still she got the drift of what they were saying, for they said a good deal of it in a universal language more gleaming and subtle than the language of words. She got it from their tones and gestures and what radiated from their eyes. And it was the drift of what men have been saying to each other from the beginning.
First it was, “Which of us can kill the other?”
After a very long time, millions of years maybe, it became, “Which of us could kill the other?”
That was the leap that placed an abyss between man and animal. No creature but man exists on this side. The animals still say can. He says could. It was the beginning of civilization. And all that we have done[150] since has been to elaborate the ways of could, ways to conquer without killing16, and to evolve the sporting code in which the potentials of could are standardized17. According to that code one may acknowledge that another could have killed him without losing one’s life, one’s self-esteem or one’s social caste.
These two, Thane and the Cornishman, had been egged by their fellows into a state of intense rivalry18. They were the most powerful men in the mill. Each in his daily work easily performed feats19 of strength beyond the power of others, but with this difference, that while Thane exerted himself only now and then for the mere20 feeling of it and the sooner when no one was watching, the Cornishman exhibited his superiority continuously because his vanity required it, and set a killing pace for the men of his crew. He was brutal21 and laughed exultingly22 if one of them dropped.
There was much debate as to which was the better man. A majority inclined to the Cornishman for that he was always and instantly ready to try it out, whereas Thane put every challenge aside, not as if he were afraid but with an air of distaste.
“I’m making no show of myself,” he said.
“Show be damned,” the eggers said. “The man is braggin’ he can do yu. Ain’t that a show?”
No use. He could not be goaded23 into a public match. Many misunderstood it. The Cornishman particularly was misled. He got the notion that Thane was afraid of him, and so he became arrogant24 and offensive.
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This is what had been going on for some time. It was what was going on now in the path to the great wonder of a special, fascinated audience of one.
The Cornishman, jutting25 his chin piece further and further out, did the boasting. Thane answered him with contemptuous looks and now and then a derisive26 word. Suddenly they brought it to a head. As with one impulse they walked a little apart, put down their dinner baskets, threw off their caps and slipped out of their shirts. This seemed all one movement. Then, facing at the same instant, they drew slowly together. Their bodies, nude27 to the middle, were crouched28 in a manner that gave Agnes a new and terrific sensation of the human form, especially of its splendid, destructive power. Each had his left arm upraised and bent29, as if to guard his face and head, and in their eyes the lust30 of combat glistened31.
Agnes was transfixed with horror and at the same time thrilled as she had never been thrilled in her life before. No excitement she had ever imagined, waking or dreaming, was remotely comparable to this. She perhaps could not have run if she had tried; she would not have tried if she had thought of it. She thought of nothing. She sat perfectly33 still, her mouth hard set, her hands clenched34, a look in her eyes she would not have believed in her own mirror.
The fighters seemed to pursue each other slowly in a small circle, eye to eye, sparring a little, and Agnes gasped35 with delight. They moved with the fluid ease and unconscious grace of leopards36, and gave the same[152] impression of tense coiled strength. She had not the faintest idea hitherto that the man thing could be like this.
Then, so swiftly that she did not see it, the first clean blow went in, with the sound of a butcher’s cleaver37 falling on the block. The effect of that sound upon Agnes was tremendous. She felt a swooning of worlds in the pit of her stomach. Solids were fluid. Her moorings gave way. Nothing in her experience of men had prepared her for the possibility of this. She had seen below the surface. The surface would never be the same again. What an awful sound! She felt she could not bear to hear it again; yet she listened for it breathlessly, frantically38.
She saw blood on the tall one’s face. That did not make her sick. It made her violently partisan39. She has been so all the time without knowing it. Thought of the heavy brute40 winning was intolerable. She could not see his face distinctly, for he crouched much lower than his antagonist41 and looked out from under his shaggy eyebrows42, thus presenting the top of his head. When by accident, however, his face did come into full view she was relieved to see that he was bleeding freely. The tall one in fact was not bleeding at all. It was the other’s blood transferred to him. And then, as she saw how it was really going, she beat her knees with her fists and could hardly restrain the impulse to cry out.
The Cornishman was Thane’s equal in strength and vitality and forced the fighting at first with ferocious[153] onsets43. But he was as a bull against a tiger. His blows, falling short or going wild, landed always where his enemy precisely44 was not. Thane, doing it thoughtfully, planted his blows unerringly. He let the Cornishman come to him so long as he would and simply cut him to pieces, keeping some of himself all the time in reserve.
The end came in that instant when Thane really exerted himself. The Cornishman changed his tactics. He stopped lunging, stood on the defensive45, and waited for Thane to come to him.
In this attitude it happened that the Cornishman’s back was to Agnes, not squarely, but only slightly oblique46. Therefore, she had a fair full view of Thane as he came toward the Cornishman. The cool, easy purposefulness of him agitated47 her in a most extraordinary way. She knew he had won.
He walked straight into the Cornishman’s guard and without any feint or pass he did two things at once with such amazing swiftness that the eye could not follow. With his left hand he put aside the Cornishman’s defending arm and with his right he hit him, on the point of his offensive chin, a blow the sound of which was like the snapping of a great tree trunk on the knee of a windstorm.
For an instant nothing happened, except that Thane folded his arms and stood looking seriously at the Cornishman. Then the Cornishman’s arms fell, his form swayed, and he began to go around in a circle, faster and faster, as if one leg at each step became[154] shorter and was letting him down in spite of his efforts to overtake his balance. He was going to fall. Where?
The battle had taken place all at one side of the path where a level space was. From the other side of the path, where Agnes was, the ground pitched off. The stone on which she sat was two feet below the level of the path. The grass concealed her head.
The spinning Cornishman was almost in the path, directly above her. It seemed probable that he would fall in a heap, pitching forward. It was incredible that he should catch himself up; yet he did it with a mighty48 effort, stopped spinning, stood upright for a moment, then unexpectedly toppled backward over the edge of the path and fell with all his weight upon Agnes.
She screamed and tried to parry the awful mass. It bore her under and she rolled with it a little distance down the hillside. Before she was free of it she saw above her the face of Thane, white and scared.
He picked her up, all of her, bodily, as if she were a doll, carried her back to the path, and stood her on end experimentally.
“Hurt?”
“You are,” he said. “Let’s see you stand up.”
He let go of her and she began to go over.
“My ankle,” she said. “It got a little twist. Let me sit down.”
Having lowered her gently to a sitting posture50 he got down on his knees and regarded her anxiously.
“That all? Just the ankle?”
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“I’ll be all right in a minute or two,” she said. Pointing to the vanquished51 lump she asked: “What about him?”
“That?” he said. “Don’t worry. It ain’t dead. It’ll come to after a bit.”
Her breath was in her throat and her mind was filled with after images of the event. She was still outside of herself with excitement.
“I was on your side,” she said na?vely. Some secret thought then touched her and she doubled up with a tickled52 sound. Her suppressed feelings were exploding.
Thane at that moment realized that she had witnessed the fight. Next he became painfully conscious of himself. He felt a burning sensation from his middle to the roots of his hair; and as he rose and went looking in the grass for his shirt his movements were awkward, almost clumsy. Having found his shirt he walked a long way off to put it on. When he returned he had the Cornishman’s shirt. That hulk of vanity was beginning to stir as from a deep sleep. Thane helped him to his feet, set him in the path with his face averted53, put the garment in his hands, and earnestly desired him to disappear.
Then he stood looking down at Agnes. A moment before they had been as free and natural as children. Now they were false, self-embarrassed.
“How is it now?” he asked.
“Better,” she said.
Silence.
“Maybe you could rub it.”
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“It’s getting all right,” she said.
More silence.
“My name is Alexander.”
“My name is Agnes,” she replied.
Silence again.
“Agnes what?”
“Gib,” she said.
“You old Enoch’s girl?” he asked.
She did not answer.
“Was you cuttin’ it?” he asked.
“Was I what?”
“Givin’ ’im the slip?”
“I’m on my way home,” she said. “Please don’t bother any more about me. I’m quite all right now.”
Her manner had changed. Her tone was formal and dismissive. Thane moved away from her, uncertain what to do, looked about in the grass for his lunch basket, found it, stood for some minutes twirling it in his hands, and slowly came back.
“Better’d let me take you home.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I know my way home.”
“It ain’t no place for you out here. Them from the mill is all right, but these new miners, they go back ’n forwards singing and fighting. They’d scare you most to death ... or worse.”
She was looking off into the valley and made no reply.
“Better’d let me take you home.”
“Please,” she said, “I don’t wish to be taken home.”
“Ain’t you got to go home?”
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To this her only answer was an exasperated54 shrug55 of the shoulders. All he could see of her was the expression of her back and it was so unfriendly that it took everything out of him but the doggedness. He waited until it was evident she did not mean to speak again. Then he walked about in a fumble56 of perplexity and at length threw himself on the grass and comfortably lighted his pipe.
After a while she spoke without turning her head.
“Are you there for the night?”
Agnes was secretly entertained. She had also a feeling of being wonderfully safe. Yet the absurdity58 of her predicament filled her with chagrin59. She hated to be helpless. “I can walk,” she said to herself. “I will.”
She got up, took one step bravely and came down again with an involuntary cry of pain.
At that Thane rose with a fixed32 intention, knocked his pipe clean on his heel, dropped it in his pocket, and came toward her, hitching60 at his belt. She knew intuitively what he meant to do and felt herself for an instant in the place of the Cornishman as he stood waiting for Thane to come and finish him.
He did not speak. Leaning over, he picked her off the ground and settled her high in his arms.
First she was furiously angry. Her thoughts were: “How dare you! Put me down instantly and be gone.” The words did not come. She noticed how lightly he carried her, almost as if he were not touching61 her,[158] and how easily he walked. She was helpless. If she resisted he would only hold her differently and go steadily62 on. She could scream or struggle. To scream would be childish. She had not the least inclination63 to scream. And to struggle would be futile64. So she took refuge in passivity. Then sensations began to assail65 her. She was suddenly afraid. Fear was an emotion she seldom experienced. Never had she been afraid like this. What she was afraid of she did not know. She was not sure it was fear. It was more like the thrill one gets in a high swing from the thought, “What if the rope should break!” or in the phantasy of taking the place of the animal trainer, from the thought, “What if the lion should turn!” She remembered not the words but the sense of a line of Greek poetry about maidens66 swooning from fear of finding that which not to find would grieve them unto death.
She was still herself, Agnes, furiously angry at being carried without her consent. At the same time she was not Agnes. The Agnes she knew was but a name and a memory. She herself, now existing originally, was someone whose only desire was to be carried further, faster, higher, off the edge of the world. She breathed deeply, inhaling67 his odor.
Seeing that he should carry her more easily if her weight were somewhat distributed by her own effort she put an arm around his neck. It tightened68 there as she suspended her weight to relieve his arms. Then came an instant in which she was amazed at the impulse, which she restrained, to fasten the other arm[159] about his neck. In the rough places he began to hold her a little closer each time and not to relax when it was smooth again. She was not aware of it. Her odor intoxicated69 Thane. Sometimes he lost the path and stumbled. That she did not notice. She listened to his breathing, counted it against her own, and felt the rythmic rise and fall of his powerful chest.
At a point where they turned out of the path through a piece of high grass to enter the highway both of them as it were came awake.
“Put me down, please,” she said in a low voice, hardly above a whisper,—a voice she did not know.
He apparently70 did not hear her.
They came to the great iron gate.
“Put me down,” she said again.
Still he seemed not to hear. With his foot he rattled71 the gate, calling in a loud, uncontrolled voice,—the voice of a man in danger—“Hey! Hey!” He was trembling all over.
Three times he rattled the gate and called. Twice he was answered only by the reverberations of his own clamor, which shocked the stillness of the night and left a vacant ringing in the ears. In the grass the crickets sang. Far away a dog barked once and a cock woke up. Each could hear the beating of the other’s heart.
What happened the third time was apparitional72. Suddenly, there was Enoch, behind the gate, looking at them. He had been there all the time in the shadow of the wall. He held a lighted lantern. That also had been concealed. Slowly he raised the latch-bar and[160] swung the gate ajar. Then he held the lantern high and gazed unbelievingly at Thane, who was the first to speak.
“Found her up there in the grass. Was having a bit of a tiff73, two of us, me ’n the Cornishman, ’n he fell on her when I knocked him out, ’n hurt her ankle, hiding there so as nobody could see her. She couldn’t walk, so’s I brought her home.”
Agnes neither stirred nor spoke. In the light of the lantern her eyes gleamed with a trapped expression. Enoch did not look at her, not even on hearing that she was hurt, but continued to stare fixedly74 at his puddler, repeating after him: “In the grass.”
“Don’t you want her?” Thane asked.
At that Enoch lowered the lantern, swung the gate open and stood aside.
“Take her in,” he said.
As the puddler passed, Enoch closed and barred the gate; he followed them up the driveway toward the mansion75. The only sound was the crunching76 of the two men’s feet on the gravel77.
Then Enoch laughed. It was an abominable78 sound, denoting a cruel conclusion in his mind. Agnes shuddered79. Her hold around the puddler’s neck involuntarily tightened. So did his hold of her. Thus a subtle sign passed between them. Neither one spoke.
At the entrance Enoch overtook them, opened the door, and walked ahead. There were no servants in sight. In this household servants appeared when summoned and never otherwise.
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“In here,” said Enoch, opening the hall door into the back parlor80 on the ground floor. This was his side of the house. The room was dimly lighted. The puddler put his burden down on a couch and turned to look at Enoch, who stood in the doorway81.
“Stay here, both of you, until I return,” he said. With that he closed the door and turned the key from the outside.
Thane in his mill clothes,—iron studded shoes, ankle aprons, trousers, shirt open to the middle of his chest, and cap,—was bewildered and overcome with conscious awkwardness. He looked at things as if they might bark at him and stood with his weight on one leg, having no use for the other. It stuck out from him at a great distance, and terminated absurdly in a performing foot, rocking on its heel and wearing a place in the varnished82 surface of the floor.
Agnes, who had been straining her faculties83 to hear what might be taking place outside, became aware of his distress84.
“Please sit down and listen,” she said. “Over there,” pointing to an arm chair.
They heard the jangling of bells, the opening and closing of doors, and presently a carriage went off in haste. It must have been waiting. There had not been time to harness a team. Then faintly they heard footsteps patrolling the hallway. They were Enoch’s.
“I haven’t any idea what I’ve got you into,” said Agnes.
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“Seem’s it ain’t ready yet,” he said, and smiled at her.
His smile was a revelation, swift and unexpected, like an event in a starlit sky. Agnes had not seen it before. It gave her a start of joy. She smiled back at him and then blushed. That made her angry. She was always angry at herself for blushing because it gave her away. Her defense85 was to look at him steadily and that made him self-conscious again. She had discovered that when his thoughts were dynamically engaged, or when his mind was intended to action, instantly all awkwardness left him. Then he was graceful86 unawares, as children and animals are, never thinking of themselves. She could not bear to see him fidget.
“You don’t seem to care,” she said.
“He bears down hard on you, don’t he, Enoch?” he asked.
“His nature is hard,” she said.
“Maybe you was cuttin’ it an’ here I brought you home. Ain’t that so?”
“No,” she said.
He came half way across the room and regarded her earnestly.
“If that’s it, it ain’t too late now. I’ll take you anywhere you want.” As she did not answer, he added: “Jus take ’n leave you there so’s you need never see me again.”
“Thank you,” she said, gently. “That wouldn’t be nice, would it,—never to see you again after that?[163] No. I’m—what was it you said?—I’m standing by.”
He sat down again, disappointed.
“I must tell you what happened,” she said. “I broke out and went to a party in town. That isn’t allowed. I expected a scene when I got home. It might have been very disagreeable for the—for my escort, you know. So, having first run away to go to the party, I next ran away from the party and started home alone. You know the rest.”
“Oh,” said Thane, thoughtfully.
A sudden constraint87 fell upon them. Their eyes did not meet again.
They were sitting in silence, she in reverie, when a sound of commotion88 was heard in the hallway. The carriage had returned. Double footsteps approached.
The door opened, admitting Enoch, and with him the Presbyterian minister, a clean, tame, ox-like man with a very large bald head, no eyebrows and round blue eyes. Enoch closed the door. Thane stood up. The minister looked first at him and then at Agnes. Her eyes were full of wonder, tinged89 with premonition. Enoch spoke.
“We found her in the grass. That’s the man. Marry them.”
The minister, regarding both of them at once in an oblique manner, began to nod his head up and down as if saying to himself, “Oh-ho! So this is what we find?”
Thane was slow to understand Enoch’s words. He[164] had the look of a man in the act of doubting his familiar senses.
Agnes, very pale, lips slightly parted, nostrils90 distended91, sitting very erect92, turned her head slowly and gazed at her father. The muscles around her eyes were tense and drawn93, her eyes were hard and partially94 closed as if the sun were in them, and she looked at him so until his countenance95 fell. But not his wickedness.
“Marry them,” he said.
Thane reacted suddenly. He cleared his throat, swallowed, glanced right and left, and took a step forward, with a tug96 at his belt.
“You’re supposing what ain’t so,” he shouted at Enoch. “What do you mean by that about finding her in the grass? What does that mean? Me ’n the Cornishman was racketing up there in the path like I told you at the gate. He ain’t come to yet, so there’s nobody can say as what happened but me ’n the girl. She oughten have seen it. That’s correct. But there ain’t no harm done—none as you could speak of. If you don’t believe me ask her.... You tell them,” he said, turning to Agnes.
“My father is mad,” she said.
Thane began to tell them what had passed on the path and became utterly97 incoherent. Despairing, he made a move toward Enoch. The minister raised his hand.
“What is your name?”
“Alexander Thane.”
Enoch, who had been standing with his back to the[165] door, opened it, reached around the jamb and drew it back holding a shot gun, the barrel of which he rested on his left arm.
“Marry them, I tell you.” His voice was low. “Make it short.”
Thane made another move toward him. The minister raised his hand again,—a fat, white hand. It fascinated Thane and calmed him.
“Not as he says it. Not for that shooting thing as he’s got there in his hand,” said Thane. “Not unless the girl wants it,” he added, as a disastrous99 and extremely complicated afterthought.
If he had flatly said no, the shape of the climax100 might have been different. There was no lack of courage. What stopped him was a romantic seizure101.
The minister turned to Agnes.
“Will you, Agnes, take this man Thane to be your husband?”
The die was then in her hands. Thane had not meant to pass it. Gladly would he have retaken it if only he had known how to do so. The situation was beyond his resources. Moreover, the question—“Will you, Agnes, take this man Thane to be your husband?”—was so momentous102 to him that it deprived him of his wits and senses, save only the sense of hearing.
Emotions more dissimilar could scarcely be allotted103 to three men in a single scene, one of them mad, yet for a moment they were united by a feeling of awe104 and[166] regarded Agnes with one expression. The woman’s courage surpasses the man’s. This he afterward105 denies in his mind, saying the difference is that she lacks a sense of consequences.
Agnes was cool and contemplative, and in no haste to answer. She kept them waiting. They could not see her face. Her head was bent over. With one hand she plucked at the pattern of her dress and seemed to be counting. Then slowly she began to nod her head.
“Yes,” she said, distinctly, though in a very far voice, “I will.”
“Stand up, please,” said the minister.
Thane made his responses as one in a dream. Hers were firm and clear, and all the time she was looking at her father as she had looked at him first, with those tight little wrinkles around her eyes.
So they were married.
The minister bowed and vanished.
Enoch drew a piece of cardboard from his pocket and handed it to Thane. It was a blue ticket,—the token of dismissal.
“Now go,” he said, “and let me never see you again.”
Agnes looked up at Thane.
“I can walk,” she said, taking him by the arm. It was so. She could, with a slight limp. Enoch, seeing it, sneered107. He watched them walk into the night and closed the door behind them.
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At the gate Thane said: “But you can’t,” and started to pick her up.
“Don’t,” she said.
They had changed places. She was no longer afraid of him. He was afraid of her.
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