"I ought to."
"Right you are, then; now you know. What about this key?"
"She keeps it in her room."
"Under her pillow, eh?"
"That I can't say; but she will tell you."
"So we reckon. Now look here. Will you take your oath there's not another soul on the premises1 but you and her?"
The pair within again held their breath. They must be discovered; but the longer they could postpone2 it the shorter would be[Pg 211] their danger. Mrs. Potter's heart was stout3, however, and her tongue ready.
"What makes you so cussed sure?"
"Why, it stands to reason. By rights there ought to be four of us. That's with Sam Rowntree and Mr. Engelhardt. Sam's gone off on his own hook somewhere"—Bill chuckled—"but nobody knows where. Mr. Engelhardt's lost, as I told you. So there's nobody left but mistress and me. How could there be?"
"I don't know or care a curse how there could be. I only know that if there is, you'll have a pill to take without opening your mouth for it. About this chap that's lost; you'll take your oath he didn't turn up before you left the station just now?"
"I told you he hadn't, as soon as ever you overtook me."
"I swore it then."
"So she did," said Simons, who had been grumbling6 openly during this cross-examination. "What's the good of going over the same track twice, mate? Let her give us the feed she promised, and then let's get to work."
"And so say I!" cried the Bo's'n.
"You shall have your supper in five minutes," said Mrs. Potter, "if you'll let me get it."
"All right, missus," said Bill, after a pause. "Only mind, if we catch you in any hanky-panky, by God I'll screw your neck till I put your face where your back-hair ought to be. Don't you dare get on the cross with us, or there'll be trouble! Come on, chaps. You show the way to the dining-room, mother, and light up; then we'll...."
The rest sounded indistinct in the store. The low crunching7 of the foot-falls in the sandy yard changed to a crisp clatter8 upon the homestead veranda9. Naomi waited for that sign; then with a white face and eager hands she began to tear down, prop10 by prop, the barricade11 on which their very lives depended.
"She shall not suffer for this, whoever else does," she muttered. "At least she sha'n't suffer alone."
"You mean to open the door?"
"Yes, and catch her as she passes. To get to the kitchen she must pass close to the store. We'll open the door, and if she's wise she'll pass three or four times without turning her head; she'll wait till they're[Pg 213] well at work; then she'll come back for something else—and slip in."
As she spoke12 Naomi went round to the gun-rack, took down the Winchester repeating-rifle, loaded it and came back to the front of the store. Then she directed Engelhardt to unlock the door, she helping13 him to be gentle with the key. The lock was let back by degrees. A moment later the door was wide open, with Naomi standing14 as in a frame, the Winchester in her hands.
The station-yard lay bathed and purified in the sweet moonlight. The well-palings opposite, and the barracks beyond, were as though newly painted white. The main building Naomi could not see without putting out her head, for it ran at right angles with the store, and she was standing well inside. But the night wind that blew freshly in her face bore upon it the noise of oaths and laughter from the dining-room, and presently that of footsteps, too. At this Naomi laid a finger on the trigger and stood like a rock, with the piano-tuner, like its shadow, at her side. But it was only Mrs. Potter who stepped into the moonlight. So far all was as Naomi had hoped and calculated.
But no further. When the poor soul saw the open door she stopped dead, hesitated half a second, and then ran like a heavy doe for it and Naomi. The latter had made adverse15 signals in vain. She drew aside to let the woman in, and was also in time to prevent Engelhardt from slamming the door. She shut it gently, turned the key with as much care as before, and with a sternly whispered "hush16!" kept still to listen. The other two stood as silent, though Mrs. Potter, in the moment of safety and of reaction, was heaving and quivering all over, shedding tears like rain, and swaying perilously17 where she stood. But she kept her feet bravely during that critical minute; it was but one; the next, a shout of laughter from the distance made it clear that by a miracle the incident had passed unobserved and unsuspected.
"We may think ourselves lucky," said Naomi, severely18. Next moment she had thrown her arms round the old woman's neck, and was covering her honest wrinkled face with her tears and kisses.
The practical Engelhardt was busily engaged in replacing the props19 against the door. His one hand made him slow at the work. Naomi was herself again in time to help him, and now there was sturdy Mrs. Potter to lend her weight. The supports were soon firmer than ever, with gimlets and bradawls driven into the door above those at the greatest slant20, which were thus in most danger of being forced out of place. Then came a minute's breathing-space.
"I had just got through the first gate," Mrs. Potter was saying, "when I heard a galloping22, and they were on me. Nay23, Miss Naomi, it isn't anything to be proud of. I just said the first things that came into my head about you both; there was no time to think. It's only a mercy it's turned out so well."
"It was presence of mind," said Naomi. "We have scored an hour through it, and may another if they are long in missing you. If we can hold out till morning, someone may ride in from the shed. Don't you hear them talking still?"
"Yes; they're more patient than I thought they'd be."
"They think you're busy in the kitchen. When they find you're not, they'll waste their time looking all over the place for you—everywhere but here."
"Ay, but they'll come here in the end, and then may the Lord have mercy on our souls!"
"Come, come. They're not going to get in as easily as all that. And if they do, what with the Winchester——"
"Hush!" said Engelhardt. He was kneeling among the props, with his ear close to the bottom of the door.
All three listened. The voices were louder and more distinct. The men had come outside.
"I don't believe she's there at all," said one. "I see no light."
"Go you and have a look, Bo's'n. Prick24 the old squaw up with the p'int o' your knife. But if you find her trying to hide, or up to any o' them games, I'd slit25 her throat and save the barney."
"By cripes, so would I!"
"Ay, ay, messmates, but we'll see—we'll see."
All the voices were nearer now. Naomi had taken Mrs. Potter's hand, and was squeezing it white. For some moments they could make out nothing more. Bo's'n had evidently gone over to the kitchen. The other two were talking in low tones somewhere near the well-palings. Suddenly a muffled26 shout from the kitchen reached every ear.
"She's not here at all."
"Not there!"
"Come and look for yourselves."
"By gock," cried Bill, "let me just get my grip on her fat neck!"
A moment later the three could be heard ransacking27 the kitchen, and calling upon the fugitive28 to come out, with threats and imprecations most horrible to hear even in the distance; but as they drew nearer, working swiftly from out-building to out-building, like ferrets in a rabbit-warren, the ferocity of their language rose to such a pitch that the hunted woman within fell back faint and trembling upon the counter. Naomi was quick as thought with the flask29; but her own cool hand and steady eyes were as useful as the brandy, and the fit passed as swiftly as it had come. While it lasted, however, the only one to follow every move outside was the assiduous Engelhardt. He had not yet risen from his knees; but he raised himself a little as Mrs. Potter stood upright again, supported by Naomi.
"It's all right," he whispered. "They've no idea where you are. Simons has had a look in the barracks, and Bo's'n in the pines. But they've given you up now. They're holding a council of war within five yards of us!"
"Let's listen," said Naomi. "Their language won't kill us."
They had quite given up Mrs. Potter. This was evident from the tail-end of a speech in which Bill bitterly repented30 not having "stiffened31" both her and Engelhardt at sight.
"As for getting to the shed," said Simons, who was the obvious authority on this point, "that'll take her a good hour and a half on foot. It'd be a waste of time and trouble to ride after her, though I'd like to see Bill at work on her—I should so! If she had her horse, it'd be another thing."
Bill had been of the same opinion a moment before; but this indecent readiness to be beaten by an old woman was more than he could share or bear. He told his mate so in highly abusive terms. They retorted that he was beaten by that same old woman himself. Bill was not so sure of that; what about the bedroom with the boots outside? Nobody had looked in there.
A brisk debate ensued, in which the voice of Simons rose loudest. Bill, on the other hand, spoke in a much lower tone than usual; his words did not penetrate32 into the store; it was as though they were meant not to. And yet it was Bill who presently cried aloud:
"Then that's agreed. We all three go together to rouse her up anyhow, whether the old gal's there or whether she isn't. Come on!"
Apparently33 they went then and there.
"Nice for me!" whispered Naomi. "Nice for us both, Mrs. Potter, if we weren't safe——"
"Tricked 'em, by God!" he yelled. "Here they are. Never mind that room. I tell you they're here—both of 'em; I heard 'em whispering."
"Bill, you're a treat," said the Bo's'n, running up. "I never saw such a man——"
"Where's Simons?"
"He was bound to have a look for hisself. Here he comes. Well, messmate, where is she?"
"Not there," cried Simons, with an oath. "The room's as empty as we are. There's been no one in it all night."
Bill laughed.
"I knew that, matey. You might have saved yourself the trouble when I sang out. She's—in—here." And he kicked the store door three times with all his might.
"Who is?" said Simons.
"Both on 'em. What did I tell you? They started whisperin' the moment they thought we'd sheered off."
"They're not whisperin' now," said Simons, at the keyhole. "By cripes, let's burst the door in!"
"Hold on," said Bill. "If they're not born fools they'll listen to reason. Out o' the light, matey. See here, ladies, if you walk out now you may live to spin the yarn35, but if you don't—" He broke away into nameless blasphemies36.
The cruel voice came hoarse37 and hot through the keyhole. Engelhardt opened his mouth to reply, but Naomi clapped a warm palm upon it, and with the other hand signalled silence to Mrs. Potter.
"We've given 'em their chance," said Bill, after a pause. "Come on, chaps. One, two, all together—now!"
There was a stampede of feet in the shallow veranda, and then a thud and a crash, as the three men hurled38 themselves against the door. But for their oaths outside, in the store it was as though nothing had happened. Not a timber had given, not a prop was out of place. Naomi's white face wore a smile, which, however, was instantly struck out by a loud report and a flash through the keyhole.
Engelhardt crouched39 lower, picked something from the floor, and passed it up to Naomi in his open hand.
She carried it into the moonlight. It was a wisp of the musician's long hair, snipped40 out by the bullet.
They stood aside from the keyhole. More bullets came through, but all at the same angle. The women caught up a sack of flour, rolled it over the counter, and with Engelhardt's help jammed it between the props, so that the top just covered the keyhole. Next moment there was a rush against the door, and for the second time all the harm was done to the besiegers, not the besieged41.
"There's more than women in this," said Bill. "There's that spawn43 that I should have strung up if it hadn't been for you two white-feathers. It's yourselves you've got to thank for this. I might have known it the moment I caught sight o' that lump o' lard on horseback. The swine's been in here all the time!"
"He has!" shouted Engelhardt at the top of his excited voice; "and it's where you'll never get, not a man of you! You take that from me!"
For a short space there was a hush outside. Then arose such a storm of curses and foul44 threats that the women within put their fingers in their ears. When they withdrew them, all was silence once more, and this time it lasted.
"They must have gone for something!" exclaimed Naomi.
"They have," said the piano-tuner, coolly. "A battering-ram!"
"Then now's our time," cried the girl. "It's absurd to think of our being cooped up here with any quantity of fire-arms, and no chance of using one of them! First we must light up. Chop that candle in two, Mrs. Potter. It'll see us through to daybreak, and there's nothing to keep dark any longer, so the more light now the better. Ah, here's the tool-box, and yes! here's the brace45 and bits. Now this is my little plan."
She took the brace, fitted it with the largest bit, and was making for the door.
"What are you going to do?" said Engelhardt.
"Make a loop-hole to fire through."
"And for them to fire through, too!"
"Well, that can't be helped."
"Excuse me, I think it can. I've been puzzling the thing out for the last hour. I've a better plan than that!"
"Let me hear it."
"A tomahawk!"
She gave him one from the tool-box.
"As much as ever you like."
"Now a pile of boxes—here—just at the left of the door—and four feet high."
The women had it ready in a twinkling. They then helped him to clamber to the top—no easy matter with an arm that was not only useless, but an impediment at every turn. When he stood at his full height his head touched the corrugated47 iron some twenty inches from the obtuse48 angle between roof and wall.
He reached out his hand for the tomahawk, and at the height of his eyes he hacked49 a slit in the iron, prising the lower lip downward until he could see well out into the yard. Then, a handbreadth above the angle, he made a round hole with the sipke of the tomahawk, and called for a revolver. Naomi produced a pair. He took one, and worked the barrel in the round hole until it fitted loosely enough to permit of training. Then he looked down. There was no sign of the thieves.
"Have you plenty of cartridges50, Miss Pryse?"
"Any amount."
"Well, I don't expect to spill much blood with them; but, on the other hand, I'm not likely to lose any myself." The work and the danger had combined to draw his somewhat melancholy51 spirit out of itself. Or perhaps it was not the danger itself, but the fact that he shared it with Naomi Pryse. Whatever the cause, the young man was more light-hearted than was his wont52. "They'll fire at the spot I fire from," he explained, with a touch of pride; "they'll never think of my eyes being two feet higher up, and their bullets must strike the roof at such an angle that no charge on earth would send them through. Mind, it'll be the greatest fluke if I hit them; but they aren't to know that; and at any rate I may keep them out of worse mischief53 for a time."
"You may and you will," said Naomi, enthusiastically. "But still we shall want my loop-hole!"
"Why so?"
"The veranda!"
For some moments Engelhardt said nothing. When at last he found his voice it was to abuse himself and his works with such unnecessary violence that again that soft warm palm lay for an instant across his lips. His pride in his own ingenuity54 had been cruelly humbled55, for he had to confess that he had entirely56 forgotten to reckon with the store-veranda, a perfect shelter against even the deadliest fusillade from his position.
"Very well," he cried at last. "We'll drill a hole through the door, but we must drill it near the top, and at an angle, so that they can't put a bullet through it at a distance."
"Then let me do it," said Naomi. She sprang upon the flour-bag, and the hole was quickly made. Still the men did not return. "Lucky thing I remembered the axe57 in time!" she continued, remaining where she was. "They would have hacked in the door in no time with that. I say, Mr. Engelhardt, this is my post. I mean to stick here."
"Never!" he cried.
"But you can't work both revolvers."
"Well, then, let us change places. You'll probably shoot straighter than I should. I'll stand on the flour-bag with the barrel of the other revolver through the hole you've made. If any one of them gets in a line with it——well, there'll be a villain58 less!"
"And Mrs. Potter shall load for us," cried Naomi. "Do you know how?"
"Can't say I do, miss."
"Then I'll show you."
This was the work of a moment. The old bush-woman was handy enough, and cool enough too, now that she was getting used to the situation. It was her own idea to bring round the storekeeper's tall stool, to plant it among the props, within reach of Naomi on the boxes and of Engelhardt on the flour-bag, and to perch59 herself on its leather top with the box of cartridges in her lap. Thus prepared and equipped, this strange garrison60 waited for the next assault.
"Here they come," cried Naomi at last, with a sudden catch in her voice. "They're carrying a great log they must have fished out from the very bottom of the wood-heap. All the top part of the heap was small wood, and I guess they've wasted some more time in hunting for the axe. But here they are!" She pushed her revolver through the slit in the roof, and the sharp report rang through the store.
"Hit anybody?" said Engelhardt next moment.
"No. They're stopping to fire back. Ah, you were right."
As she spoke there was a single report, followed by three smart raps on the sloping roof. The bullet had ricochetted like a flat stone flung upon a pond. Another and another did the same, and Naomi answered every shot.
"For God's sake take care!" cried the piano-tuner.
"I am doing so."
"Hit any one yet?"
"Not yet; it's impossible to aim; and they've never come nearer than the well-palings. Ah!"
"What now?"
"They're charging with the log."
Engelhardt slipped his revolver into his pocket, and grasped the shelf that jutted61 out over the lintel. He felt that the shock would be severe, and so it was. It came with a rush of feet and a volley of loud oaths—a crash that smashed the lock and brought three of the clothes-props clattering62 to the ground. But those secured by gimlet and bradawl still held; and though the lower part of the door had given an inch the upper fitted as close as before, and the hinges were as yet uninjured.
"One more does it!" cried Bill. "One more little rush like the last, and then, by God, if we don't make the three of you wish you was well dead, send me to quod again for ten year! Aha, you devil with the pistol! Very nice you'd got it arranged, but it don't cover us here. No, no, we've got the bulge63 on you now, you swine you! And you can't hit us, neither! We're going to give you one chance more when we've got our breath—just one, and then——"
By holding on to the shelf when the crash came Engelhardt had managed to stand firm on the flour-bag. Seeing that the door still held, though badly battered64, he had put his eye to the loop-hole bored by Naomi, and it had fallen full on Bill. A more bestial65 sight he had never seen, not even in the earlier hours of that night. The bloated face was swimming with sweat, and yet afire with rage and the lust66 for blood. The cross-eyes were turned toward the holes in the roof, hidden from them by the veranda, and the hairy fist with the four fingers was being savagely shaken in the same direction. The man was standing but a foot from the door, and when Engelhardt removed his eye and slipped his pistol-barrel in the place, he knew that it covered his midriff, though all that he could see through the half-filled hole was a fragment of the obscene, perspiring67 face. It was enough to show him the ludicrous change of expression which followed upon a sudden lowering of the eyes and a first glimpse of the protruding68 barrel. Without a moment's hesitation69 Engelhardt pressed the trigger while Bill was stupidly repeating:
"And then—and then——"
A flash cut him short, and as the smoke and the noise died away, Engelhardt, removing the pistol once more and applying his eye, saw the wounded brute70 go reeling and squealing71 into the moonshine with his hand to his middle and the blood running over it. To the well-palings he reeled, dropping on his knees when he got there, but struggling to his feet and running up and down and round and round like a mad bull, still screaming and blaspheming at the top of his voice, and with the blood bubbling over both his hands, which never ceased to hug his wound. His mates rushed up to him, but he beat them off, cursing them, spitting at them, and covering them with blood as he struck at them with his soaking fists. It was their fault. They should have let him have his way. He would have done for that hell-begotten swine who had now done for him. It was they who had killed him—his own mates—and he told them so with shrieks72 and curses, varied73 with sobs74 and tears, and yet again with wild shots from a revolver which he plucked from his belt. But he dropped the pistol after madly discharging it twice, and clapping his hand to his middle, as though he could only live by pressing the wound with all his force, he rushed after them, foaming75 at the mouth and squirting blood at every stride. At last he seemed to trip, and he fell forward in a heap, but turned on one side, his knees coming up with a jerk, his feet treading the air as though running still. And for some seconds they so continued, like the screws of a foundering76 steamer; then he rolled over heavily; his two companions came up at a walk; one of them touched him with his foot; and Engelhardt stepped down from the flour-bag with a mouth that had never relaxed, and a frown that had never gone.
Naomi was no longer standing on the boxes; but she was sitting on them, with her face in her hands; and in the light of the two candle-ends, Mrs. Potter was watching her with a white dazed face.
"Cheer up!" said Engelhardt. "The worst is over now."
"Is he dead?" said Naomi, uncovering her face.
"As dead as a man can be."
"And you shot him?"
She knew that he had; but the thing seemed incredible as she sat and looked at him; and by the time it came fully77 home to her, the little musician was inches taller in her eyes.
Naomi felt nervous about it, and sufficiently79 shocked. She was dubiously80 remarking that they had not committed murder, when she was roughly interrupted.
"Haven't they!"
"Whom have they murdered?"
"You'll see."
"I know!" cried Mrs. Potter, with sudden inspiration; but even as they looked at her, a voice was heard shouting from a respectful distance outside.
"We're going," it cried. "We've had enough of this, me and Simons have. Only when they find that chap in the paddock, recollect81 it was Bill that hung him. But for us he'd have hung you, too!"
They listened very closely, but they heard no more. Then Naomi stood up to look through the slit in the roof.
"The yard is empty," she cried. "Their horses are gone! Oh, Mr. Engelhardt—Mr. Engelhardt—we are saved!"
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