“Look you, stranger! There is only one thing to do. You must shoot!”
Mr. Budlong did not seem any more like a withered4 De Flournoy in the pursuit of the fugitives5. He was strangely alert, keen, skilful6 in seizing every clew, but totally indifferent to all other interests. In their long and dismal7 journeys by day and night, he and Ira Waddy sat side by side; stern, self-possessed, silent save on one single topic, and on that speaking only rarely and of necessity. Travellers for autumn pleasure, travellers returning gaily8 from gay summerings, saw these two grave, iron men, and were awed9 by their look of inflexible10, deadly purpose. There was a watchful11 meaning in all their actions. Their monosyllables with each other struck like thrusts of a dagger12.
[259]At Providence13, the fugitives had disappeared. There are many honest couples journeying at that season, and it was impossible to distinguish the dishonest one. Then, too, Belden’s dangerous facility of handwriting made the various names they assumed unrecognisable. He took this precaution before he was aware of pursuit. He became aware of it only by a chance. It was at one of the great railroad centres, where lines of rail interlace each other like a network of nerves. The train with Belden and his companion was just quickening on to speed when a coming train rumbled14 slowly into the station. Belden was looking from a window and divined why these stern men were leashed together. He saw them and they him: it was a view of a moment and roused them afresh to retrace15 their steps in unflagging pursuit.
Belden grew very shaky after this. Fear is a terribly wearing thing. With prostration16 of his morale17, physical feebleness began also to come. He felt the consequences of his exhausting life. His hand trembled. You would not have bet upon his snuffing a candle with the pistol he carried. In fact, you would have thought it quite unsafe that he should have a pistol. He might shoot a bystander or himself, as well as an assailant. He played too much with that weapon with his nervous, trembling fingers.
It was very soon discovered between him and his[260] partner that their flight was not a necessity of passion. Each had made a convenience of the other, and it was not long before they knew it with mutual18 disgust. The intriguante, to give her the benefit of all euphemism19, found out what a ruined villain20 she had hired for an escort: and she, in revenge, made him understand her own good reasons for absence before exposure. No very pleasant feeling, then, between this pair—certainly not love—passion exhausted—contempt, disgust, hatred21 growing—only between them the cohesion22 of guilt23, and now of common terror. Chasing him was the punishment of his last and of his first villainy and most he dreaded25 the older vengeance26 of the younger man—that had a black, looming27 weight of long accumulation, and if it fell upon him, would fall with the vigorous force of youth. Chasing her was love changed, as she thought, to hate; trust to contempt; faith outraged28; pride shattered; a man bitterly pursuing a woman who had been false to him; a worthy29 husband, an unworthy wife: and besides this, the companion of this pursuit was the person whom she would least wish to encounter as the representative of that public scorn she had desperately30 fled to escape. All this stole the bloom and freshness from the cheeks of the late wife of Mr. Budlong; her flourishing days were past; her withering31 days had come; and, alas32! for her there would be no second spring to follow winter.
[261]Flight is fleet by night and day. Ways of dashing speed traverse half the continent. Flight is independent and baffling with labyrinthine33 choices. Pursuit must slowly seize its clew and follow cautiously.
In the early confidences of their departure, Belden had learnt the extent of his partner’s resources—the twenty-three thousand dollars, profits of Mr. Budlong’s summer toils34.
“A neat capital,” thought Belden, “for a new country. When I get hold of it, I’ll let her slide, and after this blows over, I can buy back into society.”
So he made for the West, hiding his trail and covering his campfires. But a coward dread24 permanently35 overcame him, and he often felt with trembling fingers for his pistol and started when coachmen pointed36 at him with threatening whips of would-be invitation, or hotel clerks asked his name.
All penal37 laws are founded upon vengeance. The passion of revenge is necessary for protection. But it is ugly, like the crimes and wrongs that awake it. Mr. Waddy, sternly intent upon the punishment of a scoundrel, whom society could not fully38 punish, repelled39 all softer thoughts. He concentrated the whole ire of his nature on this one object. He would not think tenderly of his old love, perhaps still his faithful love. He forgave her for the wrong of his exile, for her imagined falseness: it was inevitable40.[262] But what she had become; whether she still remembered him with loving bitterness, with sorrowful despair of disappointed love like his own—this he knew not, would not think of. He would not perplex himself with tender uncertainties41.
“Vengeance, vengeance,” said his fifteen dreary42 years. But would she, if she still remembered him kindly43, receive him to the old friendship if he came with blood on his hands? He swept away the thought; he saw before him a duty to society.
On, on, silent pair! wronged husband, wronged lover. On, deadly thoughts! voiceless purposes! Fate goes with you and Vengeance and Death!
An ugly muddy ditch, the Mississippi, divides our continent with its perpendicular44 line of utility. It is not a stream that one used to vivifying seaside waters, or the clear sparkle of New England brooks45, would wish to drown in, if drowning was his choice.
The vehicles that run upon this muddy pathway are worthy of its ugliness. At night, majestical moving illuminations, by day they are structures of many-tiered deformity. One of these monsters, a favourite, Spitfire No. 5, was to start one sultry afternoon of this same September for up the river. Spitfire No. 5 wore over her pilot-house the gilded46 elk-horns of victory; all the passengers were sure of being speedily borne to their destination.
[263]As the boat backed out into the stream and hung there a moment motionless, two men, who had been a little belated in searching for someone they wished to find at the different hotels, pushed off in a row-boat and overtook the steamer. The strong current drifted them out of their course and they boarded the boat unobserved, on her starboard side, away from the town.
Mr. Saunders and his lady, a handsome but rather faded person, had remained in their stateroom until the Spitfire was fairly out in the stream. The rail was not yet put up at the forward gangway, and Mr. Saunders stood there, looking at the crowded levee and its hundred monster steamboats, including Spitfires from 1 to 10. He was in a moment’s pause between two journeys. One long journey was over; another was about to begin. How long he could not say; voyages on Mississippi steamboats may be short, may be lingering. All voyages are uncertain. Fatal accidents often happen. Mr. Saunders, so he entered his name on the books, was just beginning a journey of unknown length.
A greenish gardener from near Boston, emigrating to Iowa, who thought he had seen Mr. Saunders somewhere before, was a little frightened at that gentleman’s brutal47 reply to an innocent question, and observing him nervously48 fingering at something like a cocked pistol in his breast pocket, shrank back.
[264]“A border ruffian,—perhaps Atchison or Titus,” he said to himself, and thanked his stars for his fortunate escape.
The two belated passengers had tumbled in astern and now came forward, with carpet-bag in hand, to ascend49 the staircase to the saloon. As they passed the gangway, still open, the man with the cocked pistol turned, and they met face to face.
They dropped their luggage and stepped toward him. But he was too quick for them. The nervous, trembling fingers clutched at the cocked pistol; there was a report; he staggered back with his hand at his breast and fell through the open gangway. The great wheel smote50 upon the muddy current and tossed up carelessly in the turbid51 foam52 behind a dead man, with forehead mangled53 by a paddle-stroke—a dead man, going on a voyage of unknown length along the busy river.
Among the people who rushed aft at the cry of horror that arose was the woman registered as the lady of Mr. Saunders. She saw the body come whirling slowly by and lazily drown away. She sank upon a seat, and was there still in stony54, speechless dread, when she felt a hand laid not unkindly on her shoulder.
“Betty, we meant to kill him,” said Mr. Budlong; “perhaps it would have been murder. We were spared the final crime. I’m sorry for you, Betty,[265] and forgive you from my heart,” and the poor old gentleman, worn out, heartbroken, his life no longer sustained by the tense vigour55 of a single purpose—poor old Bud drooped56 and fell blasted, a paralytic57, at the feet of his unfaithful wife.
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