“No sign.” Margot’s tone was almost hopeless. Day after day, many times each day, she had climbed the pine-tree flagstaff and peered into the distance. Not once had anything been visible, save that wide stretch of forest and the shining lake.
“Suppose you cross again, to old Joe’s. He might be back by this time. I’ll fix you a bite of dinner, and you better. Maybe——”
The girl shook her head and clasped her arms about old Angelique’s neck. Then the long repressed grief burst forth1 in dry sobs2 that shook them both, and pierced the housekeeper’s faithful heart with a pain beyond endurance.
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“Pst! Pouf! Hush3, sweetheart, hush! ’Tis nought4. A few days more and the master will be well. A few days more and Pierre will come—— Ah! but I had my hands about his ears this minute! That would teach him, yes, to turn his back on duty, him. The ingrate5! Well, what the Lord sends the body must bear.”
Margot lifted her head, shook back her hair, and smiled wanly6. The veriest ghost of her old smile, it was, yet even such a delight to the other’s eyes.
“Good. That’s right. Rouse up. There’s a wing of a fowl7 in the cupboard, left from the master’s broth——”
“Angelique, he didn’t touch it, to-day. Not even touch it.”
“’Tis nought. When the fever is on the appetite is gone. Will be all right once that is over.”
“But, will it ever be over? Day after day, just the same. Always that tossing to and fro, the queer, jumbled8 talk, the growing [Pg 203]thinner—all of the dreadful signs of how he suffers. Angelique, if I could bear it for him! I am so young and strong and worth nothing to this world while he’s so wise and good. Everybody who ever knew him must be the better for Uncle Hughie.”
“’Tis truth. For that, the good Lord will spare him to us. Of that be sure.”
“But I pray and pray and pray, and there comes no answer. He is never any better. You know that. You can’t deny it. Always before when I have prayed the answer has come swift and sure, but now——”
“Take care, Margot. ’Tis not for us to judge the Lord’s strange ways. Else were not you and me and the master shut up alone on this island, with no doctor near, and only our two selves to keep the dumb things in comfort, though, as for dumbness, hark yonder beast!”
“Reynard! Oh! I forgot. I shut him up because he would hang about the house and [Pg 204]watch your poor chickens. If he’d stay in his own forest now, I would be so glad. Yet I love him——”
“Aye, and he loves you. Be thankful. Even a beastie’s love is of God’s sending. Go feed him. Here. The wing you’ll not eat yourself.”
There were dark days now on the once sunny island of peace.
That day when Mr. Dutton had said: “Your father is still alive,” seemed now to Margot, looking back, as one of such experiences as change a whole life. Up till that morning she had been a thoughtless, unreflecting child, but the utterance9 of those fateful words altered everything.
Amazement10, unbelief of what her ears told her, indignation that she had been so long deceived—as she put it—were swiftly followed by a dreadful fear. Even while he spoke11, the woodlander’s figure swayed and trembled, the hoe-handle on which he rested wavered and fell, and he, too, would have fallen had not [Pg 205]the girl’s arms caught and eased his sudden sinking in the furrow12 he had worked. Her shrill13 cry of alarm had reached Angelique, always alert for trouble and then more than ever, and had brought her swiftly to the field. Between them they had carried the now unconscious man within and laid him on his bed. He had never risen from it since; nor, in her heart, did Angelique believe he ever would, though she so stoutly14 asserted to the contrary before Margot.
“We have changed places, Angelique, dear,” the child often said. “It used to be you who was always croaking15 and looking for trouble. Now you see only brightness.”
“Well, good sooth. ’Tis a long lane has no turnin’, and better late nor never. Sometimes ’tis well to say ‘stay good trouble lest worser comes,’ eh? But things’ll mend. They must. Now, run and climb the tree. It might be this ver’ minute that wretch16, Pierre, was on his way across the lake. Pouf! But he’ll stir his lazy bones, once he touches this [Pg 206]shore! Yes, yes, indeed. Run and hail him, maybe.”
So Margot had gone, again and again, and had returned to sit beside her uncle’s bed, anxious and watchful17.
Often, also, she had paddled across the narrows and made her way swiftly to a little clearing on her uncle’s land, where, among giant trees, old Joseph Wills, the Indian guide and faithful friend of all on Peace Island, made one of his homes. Once Mr. Dutton had nursed this red man through a dangerous illness, and had kept him in his own home for many weeks thereafter. He would have been the very nurse they now needed, in their turn, could he have been found. But his cabin was closed, and on its doorway18, under the family sign-picture of a turtle on a rock, he had printed in dialect, what signified his departure for a long hunting trip.
Now, as Angelique advised, she resolved to try once more; and hurrying to the shore, pushed her canoe into the water and paddled [Pg 207]swiftly away. She had taken the neglected Reynard with her and Tom had invited himself to be a party of the trip; and in the odd but sympathetic companionship, Margot’s spirits rose again.
“It must be as Angelique says. The long lane will turn. Why have I been so easily discouraged? I never saw my precious uncle ill before, and that is why I have been so frightened. I suppose anybody gets thin and says things, when there is fever. But he’s troubled about something. He wants to do something that neither of us understand. Unless—— Oh! I believe I do understand! My head is clearer out here on the water, and I know, I know! it is just about the time of year when he goes away on those long trips of his. And we’ve been so anxious we never remembered. That’s it. That surely is it. Then, of course, Joe will be back now or soon. He always stays on the island when uncle goes and he’ll remember. Oh! I’m brighter already, and I guess, I believe, it is as Angelique claims—God [Pg 208]won’t take away so good a man as uncle and leave me alone. Though—I am not alone! I have a father! I have a father, somewhere, if I only knew—all in good time—and I’m growing gladder and gladder every minute.”
She could even sing to the stroke of her paddle and she skimmed the water with increasing speed. Whatever the reason for her growing cheerfulness, whether the reaction of youth or a prescience of happiness to come, the result was the same; she reached the further shore flushed and eager eyed, more like the old Margot than she had been for many days.
“Oh! he’s there. He is at home. There is a smoke coming out the chimney. Joseph! Oh! Joseph, Joseph!”
She did not even stop to take care of her canoe but left it to float whither it would. Nothing mattered, Joseph was at home. He had canoes galore, and he was help indeed.
She was quite right. The old man came to his doorway and waited her arrival with apparent [Pg 209]indifference, though surely no human heart could have been unmoved by such unfeigned delight. Catching19 his unresponsive hands in hers she cried:
“Come at once, Joseph! At once!”
“Does not the master trust his friend? It is the time to come. Therefore I am here.”
“Of course. I just thought about that. But, Joseph, the master is ill. He knows nothing any more. If he ever needed you he needs you doubly now. Come, come at once.”
Then, indeed, though there was little outward expression of it, was old Joseph moved. He stopped for nothing, but leaving his fire burning on the hearth20 and his supper cooking before it, went out and closed the door. Even Margot’s nimble feet had ado to keep pace with his long strides and she had to spring before him to prevent his pushing off without her.
“No, no. I’m going with you. Here. I’ll tow my own boat, with Tom and Reynard—don’t [Pg 210]you squabble, pets!—but I’ll paddle no more while you’re here to do it for me.”
Joseph did not answer, but he allowed her to seat herself where she pleased and with one strong movement sent his big birch a long distance over the water.
Margot had never made the passage so swiftly, but the motion suited her exactly, and she leaped ashore22 almost before it was reached, to speed up the hill and call out to Angelique wherever she might be:
“All is well! All will now be well—Joseph has come.”
The Indian reached the house but just behind her and acknowledged Angelique’s greeting with a sort of grunt23; yet he paused not at all to ask the way or if he might enter the master’s room, passing directly into it as if by right.
Margot followed him, cautioning, with finger on lip, anxious lest her patient should be shocked and harmed by the too sudden appearance of the visitor.
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Then and only then, when her beloved child was safely out of sight did Angelique throw her apron24 over her head and give her own despairing tears free vent21. She was spent and very weary; but help had come; and in the revulsion of that relief nature gave way. Her tears ceased, her breath came heavily, and the poor woman slept, the first refreshing25 slumber26 of an unmeasured time.
When she waked at length, Joseph was crossing the room. The fire had died out, twilight27 was falling, she was conscious of duties left undone28. Yet there was light enough left for her to scan the Indian’s impassive face with keen intensity29, and though he turned neither to the right nor left but went out with no word or gesture to satisfy her craving30, she felt that she had had her answer:
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