He traveled fast, free of pack and gun. Dawn grew into the grayer softness of day. Peter would be awakening4 now, he thought, or very soon. In an hour, or two at the most, he would know he had been tricked. Even with his advantage Carter sensed the thrill of an impending5 race and the tragedy of it, if he should lose.[312] Peter was swift and sure in the woods and it was a long way to Five Fingers.
High up in the sky a fleet of white clouds took on a crimson6 flush. The sun rose, and it found Carter's face settling into the hard and grim lines of the hunter whose game had so frequently been the lives of men. In a small leather pouch8 he had stored some food, and a part of this he ate as he traveled. He lost no time in seeking log and driftwood dams to pave his way over streams but plunged9 waist-deep into water that was still cold with the chill of snow and ice. It was noon before he stopped to rest and eat what was left of the food in the leather pouch.
A second time a miracle of change swept over him, and in his face, his eyes and the lithe10 swiftness with which he moved he was the ferret again, hot on the trail of game. Late in the afternoon he felt the cool breath of Lake Superior in his face. The sun sank lower. Dusk came. In the beginning of that dusk he emerged from the last rim7 of the forest and stood with the water of the big inland sea moaning under the dark cliffs at his feet.
A sense of exultation11 and of triumph swept over him. It was something to have mastered the wilderness12 in this way and to have come out within half a dozen miles of Five Fingers. Peter could not beat that, even in this country which was his own.
Thickening darkness made these last miles more difficult and for two hours Carter progressed slowly.[313] The sky was beautifully clear, but rocks and slides and ragged13 cracks and pits at the cliff edge made his feet wary14, and countless15 stars only served to deepen their shadows. When the moon came up he had reached the huge cliff whose sheer walls rose two hundred feet above the sea, less than half a mile from Five Fingers.
A last time he sat down, and with a strange smile on his thin lips watched the full moon as it rose swiftly over the forests, as if eager to reach its higher and more permanent place in the arch of the heavens. He was tired and wet and his clothes were torn. Until now, when the settlement was only a step ahead, he had not realized how exhausted16 he was or what a fight he had gone through. Surely he had beaten Peter by many miles and could afford to rest for a little while before finishing his task!
His eyes closed in restful stillness. In half a dozen minutes he could have slept, but each time that his body wavered on the rock where he sat he forced himself into rigid17 wakefulness. The temptation persisted, and at last he gave himself five minutes and slept thirty.
The rattle18 of a stone roused him, and he gathered himself up, blinking at the moon. Then he heard iron nails scraping on rock. Instantly he was wide awake. Someone was advancing along the face of the cliff from the direction of Five Fingers. He could see first the shadow of that person, growing in the illusive19 light mist of moon and stars. It was big and grotesque20 and the tread of its substance was slow and heavy. He[314] heard a cough which was as unpleasantly heavy as the tread, and a few steps more brought the advancing figure to the little plateau of rock where he sat. Not until then did he rise. The other stopped. The moon laughed down into their faces. The stars seemed to send upon them a more brilliant light. A dozen paces separated them. Then, uncertainly, they shortened it to half the distance. Carter's heart gave a great throb21. He would not have to go down to Five Fingers now, for this was his man!
"Curry22!" he greeted.
The other stared, half disbelieving. "Is that you—Carter?" he gasped23. He advanced again, peering into the other's face. "By Heaven, it is!"
Carter was very white and thin and strange-looking in the moonlight, and Aleck Curry was heavy and huge, even to his neck and face. He thrust out a hand, but Carter did not touch it.
"Yes, it's me," he said, in a voice cold as ice. "Queer why you should be coming this way, Curry. I was going down there to find you."
Aleck's eyes pierced the blanket of moonlight behind him. "What luck?" he asked. His voice thrilled with nervous eagerness. He bent25 his big shoulders toward Carter, looking into his face, his thick lips parted and his narrow eyes gleaming anxiously as he tried to read an answer before words came. "Any?"
Carter's slowness was an insult, and with that insult his eyes and lips were smiling.
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"Yes, I've had luck," he said, when the tenseness of the other's silence seemed about to break. "Donald McRae is dead, and Peter is back there—my prisoner!"
Half an hour later, down in Five Fingers, the bell over the little log church rang out sweetly and softly the good news that Father Albanel had come in from his monthly trip into the farther wilderness, and that services would be held tomorrow, which was Sunday. In the stillness of the night the music of the bell carried far through the forests, creeping in and out and high above the hidden places, bearing with it the peace and gentleness of benediction26 and prayer to all things.
Peter heard it, far back in the hollows between the ridges27, and he paused to offer his gratitude28 to God for this voice that was welcoming him home.
And at the edge of the cliff where the moonlight and the starlight made a vivid arena29 of the table of rock its message seemed to beat with the clearness of a silvery drum. Then it stopped. Its echoes melted away, and the two men who had heard it there remained unchanged.
Carter seemed straighter and harder, his face more like carven stone. But he was ready. And Aleck Curry was like a huge gorilla30 gathering31 himself for a leap.
"Carter—if you mean that—I'll kill you!" he said in a voice that was thick with passion.
"I mean it," replied Carter, biting his words short.[316] "I've taken the trouble to tell you the whole story. But you can't understand and you never will. You're a snake. You're a traitor32 to both justice and the law. You think your power over Peter will give you vengeance33 and something from Mona. But it won't. And I warn you again that if you try to use your knowledge, if you offer Peter as a price to Mona, if you give him up to the law when she strikes you in the face—as she will!—then I shall go to the highest authorities and strip you to the skin. The truth will blast you. I will tell how you offered me bribes34, and then threatened; I will tell of your affair in the home of Jacques Gautier and expose the horrible trail you have left wherever your slimy soul has gone. I shall investigate the death of the young Indian girl on the Arrowhead. I——"
He did not finish. Curry, the man who had waited, the fiend who had kept the fires of hatred35 and passion burning until they were madness, saw more than the threatened ruin for himself. Reputation, family, his place in the service meant nothing to him. What he saw now in the white and almost deathlike face and gleaming eyes of the Ferret was the end of the dream he had built up—the end not only of his power over Peter but of his last chance to possess Mona. If Carter carried out his threat, if he told the story of Gautier's wife and laid naked the truth of the Indian girl's death on the Arrowhead—then all that he might say against Peter would be discounted in the eyes of the law, and punishment would fall upon himself.
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But he was not thinking of this punishment. At times the evil mind in his heavy head worked with amazing swiftness—and in this last moment of Carter's threat and defiance36 he saw the yawning abyss of the cliff behind the Ferret, and its overwhelming temptation. With Carter down there, dead, and Peter walking straight into the trap at Five Fingers, his own power and triumph would be more complete than he had ever dreamed it could be—for he would make Peter also the Ferret's murderer!
The moon revealed the monstrous37 thought that leaped like flame into his face, and it was then Carter cut his words short to meet the avalanche38 of flesh and fury that descended39 upon him.
Swift as a flash he sensed Curry's intention of throwing him over the cliff, and twined his arms about his enemy's neck as they crashed upon the rock. For a moment after that a great shadow of fear darkened the Ferret's soul. A hundred times in their associations on the trail he had witnessed the tests and measured the possibilities of Aleck's huge body and herculean strength. And now he was at death grips with it. That day he had seen a wood-mouse in the fangs40 of a weasel, and he was the wood-mouse now. And then he thought of Peter—of Peter and Mona and the battle at the pool two years ago when they had beaten this great hulk of a man. Fear went out of him. His biggest thrill in life was in the main chance against death. And this was the biggest of all!
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A queer thought shot into his head, a surging back of his old pride. He was not the wood-mouse, nor was he the weasel. He was the ferret, and Aleck Curry was an unknown beast, ponderous41 and mighty42, but with that vulnerable spot which the ferret always found in its prey43. And this time Carter knew he was fighting for more than himself. He was fighting for a man who was dead, and whose spirit was there on the rock watching them. He was fighting for Peter. And he was fighting for a woman.
His thin arms and legs fastened themselves about Aleck like things made of wire steel instead of flesh and bone. Over and over they rolled, twisting, bending, breaking, heads and faces gouging44 on the rocks, and always Carter's quickness made up for the other's weight and strength.
Their breath came in panting gasps45 as the nails in their boots struck fire from the rock. A moan of anguish46 came from Curry when Carter got the terrible thumb gouge47 in his eye, and a gasp24 of agony from the Ferret when Aleck bent his head back until his neck nearly broke. There was something merciless and horrible in the struggle.
A little cloud ran under the face of the moon. It was followed by a larger and darker one, as if spirit hands were drawing a curtain between it and the tragedy on the rock. The light of the stars seemed to grow dimmer, as if they, too, shrank from this thing that was happening between the sea and the sky. And[319] over the edge of the cliff came a wailing48 sob49 of wind that was already beginning to croon its death song for the victim. Minutes were hours. Gasps, chokings, blows and the panting of breaths were the ticking of the seconds. Moments of stillness, when the two lay crumpled50 and twisted as if they had died together, were like eternities. And foot by foot they had rolled until they were close to the edge of the cliff.
Then it was that a shudder51 of deeper horror seemed to creep through the night. A black cloud swept under the moon, hiding entirely52 what was happening at the cliff's edge, and this cloud moved away with appalling53 slowness. When the moon looked out again one object remained where there had been two. For a long time it lay crumpled there, sobbing54 for breath. Then it crawled away slowly, dragging itself painfully over the rock, and disappeared at last into the thick growth of the burned-over lands which reached far to the north.
Under that same moon, hours later, Peter came to the edge of Five Fingers. Out of the sky all sign of cloud was gone and the stars glowed in radiant constellations55. Peter knew that it was midnight, and as he looked down from the crest56 of the slope, where he had first walked hand in hand with Mona when he was a boy, a strange and gentle silence rose up from the bottom-lands to greet him. Five Fingers was asleep. He could see no light and at first he heard no sound. Then came to him[320] the old familiar tinkle57 of silver bells on distant cattle, and the soft murmur58 of the sea that was never quite still where it ran in and out among the rocks of the Pit at the end of Middle Finger Inlet.
For a space he stood looking down where the dark shadows of the cabins lay in a great pool of mellow59 light that was like a gossamer60 mist of silver and gold. His heart beat fast, so fast that he clutched a hand at his breast and swallowed hard to get his breath. Down there, within sound of his voice, was Mona—and all at once his manhood seemed to leave him and he wanted to shout wildly through his hands like a boy, calling her name, rousing her from sleep, shrieking61 at the top of his voice that he had come back. A sort of thrilling madness possessed62 him, but of all his desire only a choking sob rose in his throat.
He walked down the slope and he saw Pierre Gourdon's home among the scattered63 cabins. It was there he would find Mona, if——
His heart skipped a beat. If anything had happened, anything—sickness—accident—if she had gone away! Two years was a long time. Two years might have brought—a change.
His feet seemed to stumble, and then suddenly he stopped, and a cry came to his lips. For he had come to the smooth little patch of green meadow where Mona had made the men of Five Fingers bury the scores of marauding porcupines64 they killed each year, and he saw here and there freshly made little mounds66 of soil. Near[321] one of these, which was scarcely dried by a day's sun, was a spade. Eagerly he seized it in his hands. It was their spade, with its broken edge and the iron rod handle which Simon had put on it to replace the wooden one which porcupines had eaten away. Mona was in Five Fingers! She was alive—well—sleeping in her little room where he had visioned her at prayer every night of his life!
He took off his pack and dropped it near the freshly made mound65. Then he went on, and stopped under Mona's window.
It was partly open. He could hear the soft flutter of a curtain in the breath of wind that came up from the shore. Almost afraid to break the stillness he called her name in a low voice.
"Mona!"
The curtain fluttered back at him. It seemed to be laughing at him, seemed to be signaling to him like a hand from the window.
Then he saw on their nails against the log wall the long bamboo poles which Pierre Gourdon used in his fishing. A hundred times when he had come in from the woods late at night he had tapped at Mona's window with one of these poles, and she had thrust out her head to blow him down a kiss and say good night. And now, with two hearts seeming to beat in his breast in place of one, he seized one of the poles and gently tapped the old signal on the window-pane. And all at once the curtain ceased its fluttering and he[322] could hear the two hearts pounding mightily67 against his ribs68.
He tapped again—tap-tap-tappety-tap! and stepped back into the deep shadow that hung around the edge of the Gourdon cabin in a heavy fringe.
Someone came to the window. He knew it—yet he could not see straight up above his head. He held himself back, waiting for some response to his signal. In a moment he would step out in the moonlight, and then——
He heard the curtain fluttering again. Sound came from her room. It continued for a few moments, and ceased with the quiet opening of a door. Then he heard footsteps, quick, light, almost frightened footsteps, and a slim figure came around the end of Pierre Gourdon's cabin and stood white-faced and trembling in the moonlight.
It was Mona—Mona as he had left her an hour ago—yesterday—two years ago—unchanged—except that she seemed taller to him, more beautiful. She had thrown a long cloak about her and he could see her hand clutching it at the throat as her wide eyes strained to solve the mystery which the misty69 chaos70 of the moonlight was hiding from her. For a space he seemed powerless to move. Then he tried to speak as he revealed himself, ragged and torn and bronzed to Indian darkness by his long fight through the wilderness, but it was only an incoherent cry that stumbled on his lips. Mona saw him. For an instant she[323] swayed like a tall flower, with the whiteness of lily petals71 in her face as he went to her. And then she gave a cry that even Pierre Gourdon might have heard if he had not slept so deeply—and Peter's arms closed about her.
A minute later she held back his face with her two hands. Her eyes were filled with the glory of the stars and her lips were red with the wild, sweet passion of their kisses. Slowly a shadow came, and with it an unutterable tenderness in the words which she whispered to him:
"Peter, I knew. Carter sent me word—about your father—and you——"
She drew his head down until she was holding it against her breast. Her heart beat against his cheek. Her lips kissed his hair.
"Only you—you and God—know how sorry I am," she whispered.
And Peter felt once more like the small boy in the edge of the forest years ago, when Mona had come to him in the dusk of evening to mend his broken heart. For in these first moments of his homecoming it was Mona—again—who thought first of his grief, and not of her own happiness; and holding his head close, pressing his rough cheek in the palm of her soft hand, she told him how Carter had sent word to her all the way down through the wilderness, and how she had kept Carter's message to herself—as he had asked her to do—and had waited night and day for his coming[324] with prayers of gratitude in her heart, and sorrow for him.
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