That afternoon Thorpe met the other members of the party, offered his apologies and explanations, and was graciously forgiven. He found the personnel to consist of, first of all, Mrs. Cary, the chaperone, a very young married woman of twenty-two or thereabouts; her husband, a youth of three years older, clean-shaven, light-haired, quiet-mannered; Miss Elizabeth Carpenter, who resembled her brother in the characteristics of good-looks, vivacious1 disposition2 and curly hair; an attendant satellite of the masculine persuasion3 called Morton; and last of all the girl whom Thorpe had already so variously encountered and whom he now met as Miss Hilda Farrand. Besides these were Ginger4, a squab negro built to fit the galley5 of a yacht; and three Indian guides. They inhabited tents, which made quite a little encampment.
Thorpe was received with enthusiasm. Wallace Carpenter's stories of his woods partner, while never doing more than justice to the truth, had been of a warm color tone. One and all owned a lively curiosity to see what a real woodsman might be like. When he proved to be handsome and well mannered, as well as picturesque6, his reception was no longer in doubt.
Nothing could exceed his solicitude7 as to their comfort and amusement. He inspected personally the arrangement of the tents, and suggested one or two changes conducive8 to the littler comforts. This was not much like ordinary woods-camping. The largest wall-tent contained three folding cots for the women, over which, in the daytime, were flung bright-colored Navajo blankets. Another was spread on the ground. Thorpe later, however, sent over two bear skins, which were acknowledgedly an improvement. To the tent pole a mirror of size was nailed, and below it stood a portable washstand. The second tent, devoted9 to the two men, was not quite so luxurious10; but still boasted of little conveniences the true woodsman would never consider worth the bother of transporting. The third, equally large, was the dining tent. The other three, smaller, and on the A tent order, served respectively as sleeping rooms for Ginger and the Indians, and as a general store-house for provisions and impedimenta.
Thorpe sent an Indian to Camp One for the bearskins, put the rest to digging a trench11 around the sleeping tents in order that a rain storm might not cause a flood, and ordered Ginger to excavate12 a square hole some feet deep which he intended to utilize13 as a larder14.
Then he gave Morton and Cary hints as to the deer they wished to capture, pointed15 out the best trout16 pools, and issued advice as to the compassing of certain blackberries, not far distant.
Simple things enough they were to do--it was as though a city man were to direct a newcomer to Central Park, or impart to him a test for the destinations of trolley17 lines--yet Thorpe's new friends were profoundly impressed with his knowledge of occult things. The forest was to them, as to most, more or less of a mystery, unfathomable except to the favored of genius. A man who could interpret it, even a little, into the speech of everyday comfort and expediency18 possessed19 a strong claim to their imaginations. When he had finished these practical affairs, they wanted him to sit down and tell them more things, to dine with them, to smoke about their camp fire in the evening. But here they encountered a decided20 check. Thorpe became silent, almost morose21. He talked in monosyllables, and soon went away. They did not know what to make of him, and so were, of course, the more profoundly interested. The truth was, his habitual22 reticence23 would not have permitted a great degree of expansion in any case, but now the presence of Hilda made any but an attitude of hushed waiting for her words utterly25 impossible to him. He wished well to them all. If there was anything he could do for them, he would gladly undertake it. But he would not act the lion nor tell of his, to them, interesting adventures.
However, when he discovered that Hilda had ceased visiting the clump26 of pines near the pole trail, his desire forced him back among these people. He used to walk in swiftly at almost any time of day, casting quick glances here and there in search of his divinity.
"How do, Mrs. Cary," he would say. "Nice weather. Enjoying yourself?"
On receiving the reply he would answer heartily27, "That's good!" and lapse28 into silence. When Hilda was about he followed every movement of hers with his eyes, so that his strange conduct lacked no explanation nor interpretation29, in the minds of the women at least. Thrice he redeemed30 his reputation for being an interesting character by conducting the party on little expeditions here and there about the country. Then his woodcraft and resourcefulness spoke31 for him. They asked him about the lumbering32 operations, but he seemed indifferent.
"Nothing to interest you," he affirmed. "We're just cutting roads now. You ought to be here for the drive."
To him there was really nothing interesting in the cutting of roads nor the clearing of streams. It was all in a day's work.
Once he took them over to see Camp One. They were immensely pleased, and were correspondingly loud in exclamations33. Thorpe's comments were brief and dry. After the noon dinner he had the unfortunate idea of commending the singing of one of the men.
"Oh, I'd like to hear him," cried Elizabeth Carpenter. "Can't you get him to sing for us, Mr. Thorpe?"
Thorpe went to the men's camp, where he singled out the unfortunate lumber-jack34 in question.
"Come on, Archie," he said. "The ladies want to hear you sing."
The man objected, refused, pleaded, and finally obeyed what amounted to a command. Thorpe reentered the office with triumph, his victim in tow.
"This is Archie Harris," he announced heartily. "He's our best singer just now. Take a chair, Archie."
The man perched on the edge of the chair and looked straight out before him.
"Do sing for us, won't you, Mr. Harris?" requested Mrs. Cary in her sweetest tones.
The man said nothing, nor moved a muscle, but turned a brick-red. An embarrassed silence of expectation ensued.
"Hit her up, Archie," encouraged Thorpe.
"I ain't much in practice no how," objected the man in a little voice, without moving.
"I'm sure you'll find us very appreciative," said Elizabeth Carpenter.
"Give us a song, Archie, let her go," urged Thorpe impatiently.
"All right," replied the man very meekly35.
Another silence fell. It got to be a little awful. The poor woodsman, pilloried36 before the regards of this polite circle, out of his element, suffering cruelly, nevertheless made no sign nor movement one way or the other. At last when the situation had almost reached the breaking point of hysteria, he began.
His voice ordinarily was rather a good tenor37. Now he pitched it too high; and went on straining at the high notes to the very end. Instead of offering one of the typical woods chanteys, he conceived that before so grand an audience he should give something fancy. He therefore struck into a sentimental38 song of the cheap music-hall type. There were nine verses, and he drawled through them all, hanging whiningly39 on the nasal notes in the fashion of the untrained singer. Instead of being a performance typical of the strange woods genius, it was merely an atrocious bit of cheap sentimentalism, badly rendered.
The audience listened politely. When the song was finished it murmured faint thanks.
"Oh, give us 'Jack Haggerty,' Archie," urged Thorpe.
But the woodsman rose, nodded his head awkwardly, and made his escape. He entered the men's camp, swearing, and for the remainder of the day made none but blasphemous40 remarks.
The beagles, however, were a complete success. They tumbled about, and lolled their tongues, and laughed up out of a tangle41 of themselves in a fascinating manner. Altogether the visit to Camp One was a success, the more so in that on the way back, for the first time, Thorpe found that chance--and Mrs. Cary--had allotted42 Hilda to his care.
A hundred yards down the trail they encountered Phil. The dwarf43 stopped short, looked attentively44 at the girl, and then softly approached. When quite near to her he again stopped, gazing at her with his soul in his liquid eyes.
"You are more beautiful than the sea at night," he said directly.
The others laughed. "There's sincerity45 for you, Miss Hilda," said young Mr. Morton.
"Who is he?" asked the girl after they had moved
"Our chore-boy," answered Thorpe with great brevity, for he was thinking of something much more important.
After the rest of the party had gone ahead, leaving them sauntering more slowly down the trail, he gave it voice.
"Why don't you come to the pine grove46 any more?" he asked bluntly.
"Why?" countered Hilda in the manner of women.
"I want to see you there. I want to talk with you. I can't talk with all that crowd around."
"I'll come to-morrow," she said--then with a little mischievous47 laugh, "if that'll make you talk."
"You must think I'm awfully48 stupid," agreed Thorpe bitterly.
"Ah, no! Ah, no!" she protested softly. "You must not say that."
She was looking at him very tenderly, if he had only known it, but he did not, for his face was set in discontented lines straight before him.
"It is true," he replied.
They walked on in silence, while gradually the dangerous fascination49 of the woods crept down on them. Just before sunset a hush24 falls on nature. The wind has died, the birds have not yet begun their evening songs, the light itself seems to have left off sparkling and to lie still across the landscape. Such a hush now lay on their spirits. Over the way a creeper was droning sleepily a little chant,--the only voice in the wilderness50. In the heart of the man, too, a little voice raised itself alone.
"Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart!" it breathed over and over again. After a while he said it gently in a half voice.
"No, no, hush!" said the girl, and she laid the soft, warm fingers of one hand across his lips, and looked at him from a height of superior soft-eyed tenderness as a woman might look at a child. "You must not. It is not right."
Then he kissed the fingers very gently before they were withdrawn51, and she said nothing at all in rebuke52, but looked straight before her with troubled eyes.
The voices of evening began to raise their jubilant notes. From a tree nearby the olive thrush sang like clockwork; over beyond carolled eagerly a black-throat, a myrtle warbler, a dozen song sparrows, and a hundred vireos and creepers. Down deep in the blackness of the ancient woods a hermit53 thrush uttered his solemn bell note, like the tolling54 of the spirit of peace. And in Thorpe's heart a thousand tumultuous voices that had suddenly roused to clamor, died into nothingness at the music of her softly protesting voice.
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