Obedient to orders, Tom Brixton lay perfectly1 still on his back, just where he had fallen, wondering much whether the cord was really cut, for he did not feel much relaxation2 of it or abatement3 of the pain. He resolved, at any rate, to give no further cause for rough treatment, but to await the issue of events as patiently as he could.
True to his promise, the Irishman after supper sang several songs, which, if not characterised by sweetness of tone, were delivered with a degree of vigour4 that seemed to make full amends5 in the estimation of his hearers. After that he told a thrilling ghost story, which drew the entire band of men round him. Paddy had a natural gift in the way of relating ghost stories, for, besides the power of rapid and sustained discourse6, without hesitation7 or redundancy of words, he possessed8 a vivid imagination, a rich fancy, a deep bass9 voice, an expressive11 countenance12, and a pair of large coal-black eyes, which, as one of the Yankee diggers said, “would sartinly bore two holes in a blanket if he only looked at it long enough.”
We do not intend to inflict13 that ghost story on the reader. It is sufficient to say that Paddy began it by exclaiming in a loud voice—“‘Now or niver, boys—now or niver.’ That’s what the ghost said.”
“What’s that you say, Paddy?” asked Gashford, leaving his own separate and private fire, which he enjoyed with one or two chosen comrades, and approaching that round which the great body of the diggers were already assembled.
“I was just goin’ to tell the boys, sor, a bit of a ghost story.”
“Well, go on, lad, I’d like to hear it, too.”
“‘Now or niver!’” repeated the Irishman, with such startling emphasis that even Tom Brixton, lying bound as he was under the shelter of a spreading tree at some distance from the fire, had his curiosity aroused. “That’s what the ghost said, under somewhat pecooliar circumstances; an’ he said it twice so that there might be no mistake at all about it. ‘Now or niver! now or niver!’ says he, an’ he said it earnestly—”
“I didn’t know that ghosts could speak,” interrupted Crossby, who, when not in a bad humour, was rather fond of thrusting bad jokes and blunt witticisms14 on his comrades.
“Sure, I’m not surprised at that for there’s many things ye don’t know, Crossby; besides, no ghost with the smallest taste of propriety15 about it would condescind to spake wid you. Well, boys, that’s what the ghost said in a muffled17 vice—their vices18 are muffled, you know, an their virtues19 too, for all I know to the contrairy. It’s a good sentiment is that ‘Now or niver’ for every wan20 of ye—so ye may putt it in yer pipes an’ smoke it, an’ those of ye who haven’t got pipes can make a quid of it an’ chaw it, or subject it to meditation21. ‘Now or niver!’ Think o’ that! You see I’m partikler about it, for the whole story turns on that pint22, as the ghost’s life depended on it, but ye’ll see an’ onderstan’ better whin I come to the end o’ the story.”
Paddy said this so earnestly that it had the double effect of chaining the attention of his hearers and sending a flash of light into Tom Brixton’s brain.
“Now or never!” he muttered to himself, and turned gently on his side so as to be able to feel the cord that bound his wrists. It was still tight, but, by moving his fingers, he could feel that one of its coils had really been cut, and that with a little patience and exertion23 he might possibly free his hands.
Slight as the motion was, however, Gashford observed it, for the fire-light shone brightly on Tom’s recumbent figure.
“Lie still, there!” he cried, sternly.
Tom lay perfectly still, and the Irishman continued his story. It grew in mystery and in horror as he proceeded, and his audience became entranced, while some of the more superstitious24 among them cast occasional glances over their shoulders into the forest behind, which ere long was steeped in the blackness of an unusually dark night. A few of those outside the circle rose and drew nearer to the story-teller.
At that moment a gleam of light which had already entered Brixton’s brain flashed into that of Fred Westly, who arose, and, under pretext25 of being too far off from the speaker, went round to the opposite side of the fire so as to face him. By so doing he placed himself between the fire and his friend Tom. Two or three of the others followed his example, though not from the same motive26, and thus, when the fire burnt low, the prisoner found himself lying in deep shadow. By that time he had freed his benumbed hands, chafed27 them into a condition of vitality28, and was considering whether he should endeavour to creep quietly away or spring up and make a dash for life.
“‘Now or niver,’ said the ghost, in a solemn muffled vice,” continued Paddy—
“Who did he say that to?” asked Gashford, who was by that time as much fascinated as the rest of the party.
“To the thief, sor, av coorse, who was standin’ tremblin’ fornint him, while the sexton was diggin’ the grave to putt him in alive—in the dark shadow of a big tombstone.”
The Irishman had now almost reached the climax29 of his story, and was intensely graphic30 in his descriptions—especially at the horrible parts. He was obviously spinning it out, and the profound silence around told how completely he had enchained his hearers. It also warned Tom Brixton that his time was short, and that in his case it was indeed, “now or never.”
He crept quietly towards the bushes near him. In passing a tree against which several rifles had been placed he could not resist the temptation to take one. Laying hold of that which stood nearest, and which seemed to be similar in make to the rifle they had taken from himself when he was captured, he drew it towards him. Unfortunately it formed a prop16 to several other rifles, which fell with a crash, and one of them exploded in the fall.
The effect on Paddy’s highly-strung audience was tremendous. Many of them yelled as if they had received an electric shock. All of them sprang up and turned round just in time to see their captive vanish, not unlike a ghost, into the thick darkness!
That glance, however, was sufficient to enlighten them. With shouts of rage many of them darted31 after the fugitive32, and followed him up like bloodhounds. Others, who had never been very anxious for his capture or death, and had been turned somewhat in his favour by the bold stand he had made against the bear, returned to the fire after a short run.
If there had been even a glimmering33 of light Tom would certainly have been retaken at once, for not a few of his pursuers were quite as active and hardy35 as himself, but the intense darkness favoured him. Fortunately the forest immediately behind him was not so dense36 as elsewhere, else in his first desperate rush, regardless of consequences, he would probably have dashed himself against a tree. As it was he went right through a thicket37 and plunged39 headlong into a deep hole. He scrambled40 out of this with the agility42 of a panther, just in time to escape Gashford, who chanced to plunge38 into the same hole, but not so lightly. Heavy though he was, however, his strength was equal to the shock, and he would have scrambled out quickly enough if Crossby had not run on the same course and tumbled on the top of him.
Amid the growling43 half-fight, half-scramble41 that ensued, Tom crept swiftly away to the left, but the pursuers had so scattered44 themselves that he heard them panting and stumbling about in every direction—before, on either hand, and behind. Hurrying blindly on for a few paces, he almost ran into the arms of a man whom he could hear, though he could not see him, and stopped.
“Hallo! is that you, Bill Smith?” demanded the man.
“Ay, that’s me,” replied Tom, promptly45, mimicking46 Bill Smith’s voice and gasping47 violently. “I thought you were Brixton. He’s just passed this way. I saw him.”
“Did you?—where?”
“Away there—to the left!”
Off went the pursuer as fast as he dared, and Tom continued his flight with more caution.
“Hallo! hi! hooroo!” came at that moment from a long distance to the right, in unmistakable tones. “Here he is, down this way. Stop, you big thief! Howld him. Dick! Have ye got him?”
There was a general rush and scramble towards the owner of the bass voice, and Tom, who at once perceived the ruse48, went quietly off in the opposite direction.
Of course, the hunt came to an end in a very few minutes. Every one, having more or less damaged his head, knees, elbows, and shins, came to the natural conclusion that a chase in the dark was absurd as well as hopeless, and in a short time all were reassembled round the fire, where Fred Westly still stood, for he had not joined in the pursuit. Gashford was the last to come up, with the exception of Paddy Flinders.
The bully49 came forward, fuming50 with rage, and strode up to Fred Westly with a threatening look.
“You were at the bottom of this!” he cried, doubling his huge fist. “It was you who cut the rope, for no mortal man could have untied51 it!”
“Indeed I did not!” replied Fred, with a steady but not defiant52 look.
“Then it must have bin53 your little chum Flinders. Where is he?”
“How could Flinders ha’ done it when he was tellin’ a ghost story?” said Crossby.
Gashford turned with a furious look to the speaker, and seemed on the point of venting54 his ill-humour upon him, when he was arrested by the sound of the Irishman’s voice shouting in the distance.
As he drew nearer the words became intelligible55. “Howld him tight, now! d’ye hear? Och! whereiver have ye gone an’ lost yersilf? Howld him tight till I come an’ help ye! What! is it let him go ye have? Ah then it’s wishin’ I had the eyes of a cat this night for I can’t rightly see the length of my nose. Sure ye’ve niver gone an’ let him go? Don’t say so, now!” wound up Paddy as, issuing from the wood, he advanced into the circle of light.
“Who’s got hold of him, Flin?” asked one of the men as he came up.
“Sorrow wan o’ me knows,” returned the Irishman, wiping the perspiration56 from his brow; “d’ye suppose I can see in the dark like the moles57? All I know is that half a dozen of ye have bin shoutin’ ‘Here he is!’ an’ another half-dozen, ‘No, he’s here—this way!’ an’ sure I ran this way an’ then I ran that way—havin’ a nat’ral disposition58 to obey orders, acquired in the Louth Militia—an’ then I ran my nose flat on a tree—bad luck to it!—that putt more stars in me hid than you’ll see in the sky this night. Ah! ye may laugh, but it’s truth I’m tellin’. See, there’s a blob on the ind of it as big as a chirry!”
“That blob’s always there, Paddy,” cried one of the men; “it’s a grog-blossom.”
“There now, Peter, don’t become personal. But tell me—ye’ve got him, av coorse?”
“No, we haven’t got him,” growled59 Crossby.
“Well, now, you’re a purty lot o’ hunters. Sure if—”
“Come, shut up, Flinders,” interrupted Gashford, swallowing his wrath60. (Paddy brought his teeth together with a snap in prompt obedience61.) “You know well enough that we haven’t got him, and you know you’re not sorry for it; but mark my words, I’ll hunt him down yet. Who’ll go with me?”
“I’ll go,” said Crossby, stepping forward at once. “I’ve a grudge62 agin the puppy, and I’ll help to make him swing if I can.”
Half a dozen other men, who were noted63 for leading idle and dissipated lives, and who would rather have hunted men than nothing, also offered to go, but the most of the party had had enough of it, and resolved to return home in the morning.
“We can’t go just now, however,” said Crossby, “we’d only break our legs or necks.”
“The moon will rise in an hour,” returned Gashford; “we can start then.”
He flung himself down sulkily on the ground beside the fire and began to fill his pipe. Most of the others followed his example, and sat chatting about the recent escape, while a few, rolling themselves in their blankets, resigned themselves to sleep.
About an hour later, as had been predicted, the moon rose, and Gashford with his men set forth64. But by that time the fugitive, groping his way painfully with many a stumble and fall, had managed to put a considerable distance between him and his enemies, so that when the first silvery moonbeans tipped the tree-tops and shed a faint glimmer34 on the ground, which served to make darkness barely visible, he had secured a good start, and was able to keep well ahead. The pursuers were not long in finding his track, however, for they had taken a Red Indian with them to act as guide, but the necessity for frequent halts to examine the footprints carefully delayed them much, while Tom Brixton ran straight on without halt or stay. Still he felt that his chance of escape was by no means a good one, for as he guessed rightly, they would not start without a native guide, and he knew the power and patience of these red men in following an enemy’s trail. What made his case more desperate was the sudden diminution65 of his strength. For it must be borne in mind that he had taken but little rest and no food since his flight from Pine Tree Diggings, and the wounds he had received from the bear, although not dangerous, were painful and exhausting.
A feeling of despair crept over the stalwart youth when the old familiar sensation of bodily strength began to forsake66 him. Near daybreak he was on the point of casting himself on the ground to take rest at all hazards, when the sound of falling water broke upon his ear. His spirit revived at once, for he now knew that in his blind wandering he had come near to a well-known river or stream, where he could slake67 his burning thirst, and, by wading68 down its course for some distance, throw additional difficulty in the pursuers’ way. Not that he expected by that course to throw them entirely69 off the scent70, he only hoped to delay them.
On reaching the river’s brink71 he fell down on his breast and, applying his lips to the bubbling water, took a deep refreshing72 draught73.
“God help me!” he exclaimed, on rising, and then feeling the burden of gold (which, all through his flight had been concealed74 beneath his shirt, packed flat so as to lie close), he took it off and flung it down.
“There,” he said bitterly, “for you I have sold myself body and soul, and now I fling you away!”
Instead of resting as he had intended, he now, feeling strengthened, looked about for a suitable place to enter the stream and wade75 down so as to leave no footprints behind. To his surprise and joy he observed the bow of a small Indian canoe half hidden among the bushes. It had apparently76 been dragged there by its owner, and left to await his return, for the paddles were lying under it.
Launching this frail77 bark without a moment’s delay, he found that it was tight; pushed off and went rapidly down with the current. Either he had forgotten the gold in his haste, or the disgust he had expressed was genuine, for he left it lying on the bank.
He now no longer fled without a purpose. Many miles down that same stream there dwelt a gold-digger in a lonely hut. His name was Paul Bevan. He was an eccentric being, and a widower78 with an only child, a daughter, named Elizabeth—better known as Betty.
One phase of Paul Bevan’s eccentricity79 was exhibited in his selection of a spot in which to search for the precious metal. It was a savage80, gloomy gorge81, such as a misanthrope82 might choose in which to end an unlovely career. But Bevan was no misanthrope. On the contrary, he was one of those men who are gifted with amiable83 dispositions84, high spirits, strong frames, and unfailing health. He was a favourite with all who knew him, and, although considerably85 past middle life, possessed much of the fire, energy, and light-heartedness of youth. There is no accounting86 for the acts of eccentric men, and we make no attempt to explain why it was that Paul Bevan selected a home which was not only far removed from the abodes87 of other men, but which did not produce much gold. Many prospecting88 parties had visited the region from time to time, under the impression that Bevan had discovered a rich mine, which he was desirous of keeping all to himself; but, after searching and digging all round the neighbourhood, and discovering that gold was to be found in barely paying quantities, they had left in search of more prolific89 fields, and spread the report that Paul Bevan was an eccentric fellow. Some said he was a queer chap; others, more outspoken90, styled him an ass10, but all agreed in the opinion that his daughter Betty was the finest girl in Oregon.
Perhaps this opinion may account for the fact that many of the miners—especially the younger among them—returned again and again to Bevan’s Gully to search for gold although the search was not remunerative91. Among those persevering92 though unsuccessful diggers had been, for a considerable time past, our hero Tom Brixton. Perhaps the decision with which Elizabeth Bevan repelled93 him had had something to do with his late reckless life.
But we must guard the reader here from supposing that Betty Bevan was a beauty. She was not. On the other hand, she was by no means plain, for her complexion94 was good, her nut-brown hair was soft and wavy95, and her eyes were tender and true. It was the blending of the graces of body and of soul that rendered Betty so attractive. As poor Tom Brixton once said in a moment of confidence to his friend Westly, while excusing himself for so frequently going on prospecting expeditions to Bevan’s Gully, “There’s no question about it, Fred; she’s the sweetest girl in Oregon—pshaw! in the world, I should have said. Loving-kindness beams in her eyes, sympathy ripples96 on her brow, grace dwells in her every motion, and honest, straightforward97 simplicity98 sits enthroned upon her countenance!”
Even Crossby, the surly digger, entertained similar sentiments regarding her, though he expressed them in less refined language. “She’s a bu’ster,” he said once to a comrade, “that’s what she is, an’ no mistake about it. What with her great eyes glarin’ affection, an’ her little mouth smilin’ good-natur’, an’ her figure goin’ about as graceful99 as a small cat at play—why, I tell ’ee what it is, mate, with such a gal100 for a wife a feller might snap his fingers at hunger an’ thirst, heat an’ cold, bad luck an’ all the rest of it. But she’s got one fault that don’t suit me. She’s overly religious—an’ that don’t pay at the diggin’s.”
This so-called fault did indeed appear to interfere101 with Betty Bevan’s matrimonial prospects102, for it kept a large number of dissipated diggers at arm’s-length from her, and it made even the more respectable men feel shy in her presence.
Tom Brixton, however, had not been one of her timid admirers. He had a drop or two of Irish blood in his veins103 which rendered that impossible! Before falling into dissipated habits he had paid his addresses to her boldly. Moreover, his suit was approved by Betty’s father, who had taken a great fancy to Tom. But, as we have said, this Rose of Oregon repelled Tom. She did it gently and kindly104, it is true, but decidedly.
It was, then, towards the residence of Paul Bevan that the fugitive now urged his canoe, with a strange turmoil105 of conflicting emotions however; for, the last time he had visited the Gully he had been at least free from the stain of having broken the laws of man. Now, he was a fugitive and an outlaw106, with hopes and aspirations107 blighted108 and the last shred109 of self-respect gone.
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