“Tired, Babette?”
“Not more than ordinary,” was the reply, “though I will own to having found those last two miles against the wind a little trying.”
They had been travelling for a week, and were growing used to the evil of the trail. Body stiffness no longer troubled them, and having been inured3 to the task from childhood, the agony of cramp4 brought on by snow-shoe work was unknown to them, the hard exercise of the trail inducing no more than a healthy tiredness at the end of the day. Joy stretched herself luxuriously5 on the spruce, and looked round. The darkness of the woods was behind them, and in front the waste of snow showed dimly. In the circle of firelight the Indian George was preparing the evening meal, whilst his son Jim was feeding the dogs. The girl[211] watched them meditatively6 for a moment or two, then she spoke7 to Miss La Farge—
“A little different to the Ritz, Babette!”
Babette looked up from the steaming moccasins.
“What do you mean, Joy?”
Joy waved her hand in a half circle. “Why, everything—the trees, the snow, the darkness, the dogs, the camp-fire, George and Jim, and you and I like a couple of Dianas.”
Babette laughed and looked round appreciatively. “It makes me think of a picture which I saw when we were in London. It had a fancy name—’When the World was Young,’ or something like that—and whoever painted it knew the wilderness8 well. It is, as you say, a little different to the Ritz—and ever so much better. I wonder how long we shall be on trail, not that I’m tired of it. Even hard work has its pleasures and compensations.”
“I do not know how long we shall be. I am content that we are on the right trail. The strange Indian with whom George talked today told a story of a white man, an officer of police, who had been taken to the winter camp of his tribe with a broken leg. The leg had healed, and the officer had departed ten days ago on the trail of a bad white man, and he went Northward9. From the description given the officer was almost certainly Corporal Bracknell, and I have an idea that he may have news of Dick Bracknell and be following his trail, in which case I pray that we may come up with him soon; for if there was trouble between them, and the Corporal killed his cousin, it would be a[212] very terrible thing, in view of the situation as regards the succession to Harrow Fell.”
“Yes,” answered Miss La Farge slowly, “but it is no use shutting one’s eyes to facts. The death of Dick Bracknell would be a relief to many people—yourself included!”
“It would be no relief to me if Dick Bracknell died by his cousin’s hand,” answered Joy in a low voice. “It would be quite terrible; it is more than I dare contemplate10.”
“Why?” As Babette La Farge shot the question at her foster-sister she looked at her keenly, and saw a wave of warm blood surge over the beautiful face, and as she saw it her own grew suddenly tender. “No,” she added hurriedly, “don’t answer the question, Joy. There is no need. I can guess the answer, which I am sure you would not give me. I think you are right—for everybody’s sake nothing must happen between those two men. At all costs that must be prevented.”
She dropped the moccasins, took a couple of steps forward, and stopping, kissed Joy’s warm cheek. “My dear,” she said, “you must not worry. Time will unravel12 this dreadful tangle13, and after all you are young yet.”
Joy looked up at her trying bravely to smile, but there was the gleam of unshed tears in her eyes. She was about to speak, when the servant George announced that supper was ready, and she contented14 herself with a glance that was full of love and gratitude15.
The next morning, just before they broke camp the younger Indian, who had been out inspecting[213] the trail, returned with news. He had been a little way up the river and had encountered a strange Indian in the act of taking a marten from a trap. He had talked with this man, and when the latter had heard who his mistress was he had betrayed considerable excitement, and had asked him to wait for him a little time, as he might have a message for his mistress. He had gone away, and a little later had returned and had then told Jim that his master—a white man—was lying sick in a cabin on a creek16 a little way up the river, and that he earnestly desired that Miss Gargrave would go and speak with him.
“Did he give his master’s name?” asked Joy, as a quick hope awoke within her.
“No, Miss, but he hav’ yours; he say you know him. And I wonder if he is the man we seek.”
Joy also wondered, wondered and hoped, and after consideration she nodded her head. “Yes, I will go and see this man. He may be Corporal Bracknell, or he may have seen him recently. In any case it is a Christian17 charity to visit any stricken white man in this desolate18 bush, and it will mean only a short delay. Where is the creek, Jim?”
“Up the river a little way, miss. The man he waits at the point where it joins the river.”
“Then Miss La Farge and I will go on ahead, and you can come on behind, and if you do not overtake us, you can await us at the mouth of the creek.”
The two girls started off, and presently reached the creek, where stamping his feet in the snow,[214] Dick Bracknell’s man, Joe, awaited them. Both of them glanced at him keenly, but he was a stranger to them, and then Joy addressed him.
“Your master, where is he?”
The Indian pointed19 up the creek. “Him sick man, I take you to him!”
Without waiting for further words the man turned in his tracks and swung up the creek at such a pace that the two girls had hard work to keep up with him. Joy questioned the man as to his master’s name, but the man either did not or would not understand, for he merely shook his head, and pressed forward. In a few minutes they reached the little cabin at the edge of the trees, and maintaining a wooden face, the Indian swung the door open and motioned them to enter.
Joy pressed forward eagerly with her foster-sister at her heels. The Indian softly closed the door behind them, an evil smile wrinkling his scarred face, then going to the rear of the hut, a moment later he appeared with a bow and some arrows in his hand, and entering the shadow of the trees, he began to walk towards the mouth of the creek.
... As she entered the cabin Joy Gargrave looked quickly about her. The only light came through a parchment window and from the improvised20 stove, and in the semi-darkness, at first, she could see nothing. But after a moment she discerned a tall figure standing21 but a little way from her. The face was in shadow, and she could not make out the features, but as her eyes fell on him, the man gave vent11 to a thin, choking laugh.
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“Good morning, my dear Joy! This is an unexpected pleasure!”
At the sound of the voice Joy started, and with a dawning fear in her eyes leaned forward and stared into the haggard face before her. As she did so, her fear increased, and she asked suddenly, “Who are you, that you should address me in that way?”
“Then you do not recognize me?” asked the voice mockingly. “I am not surprised. Time has wrought22 inevitable23 changes—but of course, it does not change the constant heart. Look again, my dear, and you will see——”
Overwhelming fear surged in the girl’s heart. She knew who this haggard man was; indeed, she had known from the first word that he had spoken, and now she turned abruptly24 towards the door as if to flee. The door was closed, and as she stretched a hand towards the wooden latch25, the thin cackling laugh broke out again.
“The door is fastened, my dear Joy—on the outside. I remember how you ran from me at Alcombe, and when I arranged this joyous26 meeting, I foresaw that you might be startled, that you might try to repeat that old folly27; therefore I took steps—and my man Joe keeps the door outside. But I am glad to see you, dear wife, most unfeignedly glad to see you, and there is no need that you should hurry away; indeed, I am afraid that until I give permission for you to go, you will have to remain here.”
“What do you want?” asked Joy, striving in vain to keep her voice steady.
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“What do I want?” there was an accent of mock surprise in Dick Bracknell’s voice as he echoed the question, and then he laughed again in a way that made the girl shiver. “What a question to ask a husband who has not seen his wife since his marriage morning! Really, my dear, such a question ought to be quite unnecessary.”
He broke off as his cough took him, and for perhaps half a minute he was shaken by it, and could not speak. When he resumed it was in a different tone.
“Sit down,” he said, “I want to talk to you, and there is no need that you stand on ceremony in your husband’s house. I regret the scarcity28 of chairs, but there is a log by the fire there—and if you will accept the advice of an expert you will throw off your furs.... You won’t? Well, self-will is one of the characteristics of your sex, and no doubt you will please yourself. But all the same allow me to express my gratitude to you that you should have left your home in mid-winter to come and look for me. Such solicitude29 is beyond what I had ex——”
“I was not looking for you,” Joy broke in. “You are the last person I was expecting to meet!”
“Is that so?” The mockery had gone out of Bracknell’s voice now, and there was a dangerous ring in it. The eyes in the haggard face were blazing, and to both the girls it was clear that he had much ado to keep himself in hand. “You dare to tell me that—me, your lawful30 husband? Perhaps you will tell me for whom you did leave your[217] home then? Whom you were following and seeking on a winter trail?”
Joy felt her face flush suddenly. Could she tell him? she asked herself, and immediately her mind answered “No!” In the wild mood that was on him Dick Bracknell would be sure to put a false interpretation31 on any explanation that she might offer him. Realizing this she was silent, and a moment later he broke out again, wrathfully—
“You won’t tell me? You’re ashamed to tell me, I suppose. But accept my assurances that there is no need. I already know. My cousin Roger is the favoured man, is he not? You start at that! Then it is all true what I have heard, that not only is he to supplant32 me at Harrow Fell, but in my wife’s affections also? Well, that is not going to happen. I will have Harrow Fell and you also—and you first, my Joy, for there shall be no cuckoo in my nest.... Yes, I will have Harrow Fell. I can face five years at Portland or at Parkhurst for that. But first, I will have you. You are here, in your husband’s house, where you have come of your own accord, and here you remain. Take off your furs!”
To Joy it was clear that Dick Bracknell was almost insanely jealous, and her face blanched33 as the possibilities of the situation flashed themselves upon her. The man took a step forward as if to enforce his order, and she shrank back against the rough logs of the shack34. Bracknell laughed savagely35, but the next moment there came an intervention36.
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“Stand back, Mr. Bracknell!”
The speaker was Miss La Farge, and as she stepped resolutely37 forward, holding a small but serviceable looking machine pistol in her hand, Dick Bracknell came to a standstill.
“What——”
“Do as I tell you. Lay a finger on Joy, and I will shoot you. She may be your wife, but she is my more-than-sister, and I will brook38 no violence from you.”
Bracknell looked at her irresolutely39. It was very clear to him that she would keep her word, and after a moment he stepped back and laughed to cover his discomfiture40.
“A she-lynx—and with claws! Well, time is on my side. You will grow tired of standing there, and Joe will be back in a minute or two, then I shall know how to deal with you.”
Babette did not even reply to him. She glanced at the door and addressed herself to Joy.
“Try and open the door, Joy.”
Joy sprang to the door, and lifting the wooden latch tugged41 hard at the door. Dick Bracknell watched her with amused eyes, and when all her efforts failed, he spoke again.
“It is no use, my dear Joy. The door is fastened on the outside. We are all prisoners until Joe returns.”
“No!” replied Miss La Farge stubbornly. “Not until then. Our men will be here in a few minutes if we do not meet them at the mouth of the creek. Then——”
A sharp cry of agony sounded somewhere outside,[219] and as it reached them, the girl’s speech suddenly froze.
“What was that?” asked Joy, looking at Bracknell.
A deep frown had come upon his face, and there was apprehension42 in his voice as he replied, “I—I do not know. Some one may have been hurt. I——”
He was still speaking, haltingly, when the crash of a rifle broke on his words, followed by a shout, and that in turn by a great stillness. The three people in the shack looked at one another helplessly.
The girls’ faces were white, and Bracknell’s features showed wrathful. In silence they waited and nothing further happened. Half an hour passed, during which the girls whispered to each other, and still the silence outside was maintained, and to those in the cabin it seemed to hold a menace of mysterious things. Another half hour crept by, and then Bracknell spoke hoarsely—
“Something must have happened, or the Indian would have been back before this. And your men—you said they were to meet you at the mouth of the creek!”
“Yes,” answered Joy composedly. “And no doubt they are waiting there now.”
“I am afraid not,” answered her husband. “Something has occurred—what, we must find out!” He glanced at the window of skin parchment, then added, “That is the only way. We must cut that out. One of us must climb through and open the door——”
“Joy shall go!” said Miss La Farge firmly.
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“It doesn’t matter who goes! This is a business of life and death. There is an axe43 in the corner there. If one of you will use it, I shall be obliged. I am afraid that the state of my lungs does not permit much exertion44 on my part.”
Babette looked at Joy, who, finding the ax, attacked the window, and a moment later the freezing air drove into the cabin. When the rough frame was quite clear the man nodded at her. His manner was now very quiet and betrayed nothing of the jealous rage which had possessed45 him an hour ago.
“Go through, Joy. Take the axe with you. You may need it to knock out the staple46. Have no fear,” he said as she visibly hesitated. “I give you my word that this is no trap. Believe me, I am very anxious for the safety of all of us.”
Joy glanced once at him. It was plain to her that he was sincere, and two seconds later she climbed to the window and dropped down into the snow. A minute later the door swung open, and she was joined by Babette and Dick Bracknell. All three stood there looking down the creek. No sound reached them. Everywhere was the appalling47 inscrutable silence of the Northern wilderness.
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