THE doubts and fears of the past weeks and the terror of the moment alike dropped from Alagwa, giving place to measureless peace and rest. Jack1 was well and strong again; his voice had rung out as no sick man’s could ring. He had come to her aid. He would stand by her. She was glad, glad, that he knew her secret. She was so tired of playing the man. Closer she buried her head on Fantine’s ample bosom2 and let her happy tears stream down.
Fantine did not speak. She stroked the girl’s dark hair and patted her comfortingly on the back. But her eyes ranged forward, watching for what was to come.
Those in the room were divided into two parties, facing each other. On one side, close to the overturned table, stood Hibbs and his company, hands on pistols, waiting. Beside them Williams was climbing to his feet from the floor to which Jack’s blow had hurled3 him. Facing them stood Jack with blazing eyes, grasping a long pistol, blue-barrelled, deadly. Behind him Fantine held Alagwa in her arms. Over her shoulder Cato and Rogers peered, grimly waiting. Between the two parties sat Stickney, looking with plaintive4, fever-filled eyes for the[245] table so suddenly wrenched5 from beneath his hands.
She whirled around, tearing herself from the French woman’s arms, and sprang to his side, dropping her hand to the hunting knife at her belt. She spoke7 no word, but her glittering eyes were eloquent8. They bored into those of Lieutenant9 Hibbs.
Perhaps Hibbs had no taste for a struggle. Perhaps he merely realized that he had gone too far. Whatever his reasons, he let go his pistol butt10 and laughed hoarsely11.
“Have it your own way,” he scoffed12, facing Jack with an assumption of scorn. “This is a free country. Marry whom you d— please. But if you want to marry this boy—Humph! this—er—lady—you’ve got to do it quick. If she isn’t your wife in an hour she goes out of this fort for good and all. You’re white, and I’ll trust you to keep your wife straight. But I’ll be d—d if I’ll trust any Indian-bred girl that lives. I’ll give you an hour to send for Father Francisco and get tied up. Understand! An hour! Not a minute more.”
“Sit down!” Hibbs roared at him. “You’ve been preaching a h—l of a lot about duty. All right! I’m doing my duty now. And part of it is[246] to drive out of this fort anybody that wants to see me and my men burned at the stake. As far you”—he whirled on Peter Bondie—“if you and your sister are afraid you can stay here.” He strode to the door then paused on the threshold. “Remember! One hour!” he rasped, and trumped14 out of the room, followed by his friends. A moment later the shrilling15 of a bugle16 called the garrison17 to arms.
Jack shrugged18 his shoulders. “That’s all right,” he sighed, smiling at Alagwa. “You poor girl! What a little heroine you are. You were a wonder as a boy, but as a girl—Good Heavens! How blind I’ve been. I might have known that no boy could or would have done all that you have done. Well, we haven’t much time——” He caught sight of Alagwa’s face and broke off. “What’s the matter—er—Bob?” he asked, gently.
Alagwa raised her face to his. In her eyes burned a light that Jack had never seen before—the light of renunciation. “The road is watched,” she said. “Metea and his braves watch it. If we evade19 them and pass unseen, they will come to the Maison Bondie at dawn, and if they find us gone they will pursue. We can not escape them. Therefore you must stay here, in the fort. I will go——”
“You?” Jack stared. Then he laughed. “You? My little comrade? My little—Bob? I wasn’t just talking a moment ago. I will be very proud and[247] happy if you will be my wife. We’ve been jolly good friends, and we’ll keep on—with a difference. You will marry me, won’t you—dear?” He brought out the last word with a gulp20.
Slowly Alagwa shook her head. “No!” she breathed.
Jack’s face showed surprise, perhaps disappointment, not to say dismay. He stared at the girl and hesitated. Then he looked at his watch. “Ten minutes of our hour is gone,” he said. “Bob, dear! you must marry me! I’ll tell you why in a moment. But first”—he turned to Rogers—“Rogers, go and get Father Francisco and bring him here. I’m not of his church, but I suppose he won’t object on that score.”
Rogers nodded and started for the door, but stopped as Alagwa raised her hand.
“Do not go,” she breathed. “It—is useless.”
Rogers hesitated, but Jack stepped over to him and spoke to him, and with a nod of comprehension he went out.
Meanwhile Fantine had slipped to Alagwa’s side. “Men are all fools,” she whispered, hurriedly. “They know not what they want. M. Jack spoke today according to his kind. He thought of no girl in particular. He only had fancies. Be not a fool and say him nay21.”
[248]“I told him nothing till he guess for himself. Parbleu! It was time!”
“He guessed? Guessed that I am Estelle Telfair——”
“Non! Non! He knows not that! He knows only that you are a girl and that—Hush! He comes. I must go.” With a nod to Jack, the French woman swept from the room, sweeping23 Cato before her.
Jack watched her go; then he went to Alagwa’s side and took her hands. “Little comrade,” he said, gently. “You really must marry me.”
“I can not.” The girl spoke so low that Jack could scarcely hear her.
“Why not?” he asked. “You don’t hate me, do you?”
“Then why——”
The girl raised her eyes. She was very young. But it was the day of young marriages. The stress of life brought early maturity25 and Alagwa was older far than her years. “Do you love me?” she asked, gravely.
Jack colored. Then he opened his mouth to begin the ready masculine lie.
But before he could utter it Alagwa cut him short. “Do not answer!” she said, sadly but firmly. “I know you do not. You like me as a[249] comrade—a jolly good comrade—not as a wife. Soon you go back home and you find the sweet, gentle lady of whom you speak today—or some other like her. You have no place in your life for the brown wood-girl. For the wood-boy you have a place, perhaps, but not for the wood-girl. I know it. And I can not marry you!”
“That’s nonsense,” Jack spoke irritably26. He had offered to marry the girl because he thought she cared for him, because he felt that he owed it to her, and because he felt his honor was involved. He had not yet had time to think of her as anything but a boy—a comrade. Scarcely had he realized that she was a woman. But the moment she refused him, his desires began to mount. Jack was a real man and resembled most of his sex.
“That’s nonsense!” he repeated. “There isn’t any ‘sweet, gentle lady.’ There was one, I admit. But she—she was older than I, and she’s engaged and probably married and—Oh! I’ve forgotten her long ago. I’m awfully27 fond of you and——”
“And I was fond of Wilwiloway—the chief that Williams murdered so cruelly. The council of women say that he might take me to his wigwam. But he say no; he want me not unless I love him. Shall I be less brave than he? I did not love him and—and—you do not love me. So—so——”
“But I do love you!” For the moment Jack[250] thought he did. “I do love you,” he insisted; eagerly. “Haven’t I told you often how glad I was that I found you? Hadn’t I planned to take you to Alabama with me? Haven’t I sworn dozens of times that you were the jolliest little friend I ever had? Doesn’t that show that I love you? I couldn’t say more—thinking you were a boy! Come, be reasonable! The priest will be here in a minute. Say you’ll marry me?”
Jack was speaking well. His arguments were unanswerable. His tones were fervid28. His wishes were unmistakable. But his words did not carry conviction. He saw it and changed his arguments.
“You really must marry me, little comrade!” he pleaded. “Don’t you see you must. You—You’ve been with me for more than a month and—and—You remember what I said to you while we were riding down the Maumee—about a girl getting talked about if she—I said if the man didn’t marry her he ought to be shot. You remember? You won’t put me in such a position? Oh! You really must marry me!”
But the girl shook her head. “No!” she said, firmly. “No!” She held out her hand. “Good-by!” she said.
“Good-by?” Jack’s mouth fell open. “What do you mean?”
Alagwa’s pale lips curved into a smile. “Has the white chief forgotten?” she asked. “The hour[251] is almost done and I must go from the fort. And you must stay.”
“Stay? I stay and you—Good Lord! My dear young woman, understand once for all that when you go out of this fort I go too. Either you marry me and stay, or we both go. That’s flat.”
Alagwa paled. “But you can not go with me,” she cried. “I—I will not marry you, and if you travel with me now it—it would compromise me.”
“Piffle!” Jack shrugged his shoulders, utterly29 heedless of his change of attitude. “If you go, I go too.”
“But—but it is death. Indeed, indeed, it is death.”
“All right!” Jack saw his advantage and pressed it hard. “All right, death it is, then.”
Alagwa’s eyes filled with tears. Desperately30 she wrung31 her hands. “Oh! You are a coward! A coward to treat me so,” she sobbed32.
“All right. I’m a coward.” Jack made the admission cheerfully. “But I’m going with you—unless you marry me and stay here.”
The door swung open, letting in the night. The parade ground was aglow34. Men with lanterns came and went. Wagons35 were being hurriedly piled with luggage. Double lines of sentries36 guarded the walls. Evidently Lieutenant Hibbs had obtained confirmation37 enough to alarm him and was preparing for the worst.
[252]As Jack glanced through the doorway38 Rogers entered, ushering39 in a man who could be no one except Father Francisco. Behind trooped Fantine and Cato, and back of them came Captain Hibbs, with Williams at his heels.
For a moment the captain glowered40 at the scene. “Tie them up, Father,” he rasped. “The hour’s nearly gone, and, by God, I’ll keep my word.”
Jack turned to the girl. “Which is it to be, little comrade,” he asked.
With a sudden gesture of surrender the girl faced him. “Swear you will never regret—never regret—never regret——” Her voice trailed away.
“Regret? Of course not. Come, Father! We’re ready.”
Father Francisco did his office promptly41. Probably never before had he married a man and a girl in boy’s clothes, but he asked no questions, either as to that or as to the creeds42 of the strangely mated pair before him. Creeds were for civilization and all it connoted, and Father Francisco had been too long on the frontier to refuse his offices to any who asked them. He tied Jack and Alagwa hard and fast, delivered himself of a brisk and kindly43 little homily, blessed them, pocketed the fee that Jack slipped into his hand, and went quietly away to his duties.
A buzz of congratulations followed. Fantine wept over Alagwa’s curly head. “Tell him who you are,”[253] she whispered. “Tell him who you are.” Then came Cato, who bowed over her hand and called her “Mist’ess.” Last came Rogers.
“I’m mighty44 glad,” said the old man. “I always said you was a durned nice boy and I calculate you’ll make a durned nice girl. I just want to warn you about talking too much, but I guess it ain’t really necessary. You ain’t always breaking in on them that’s older than you and trying to air your opinions. Most folks keeps a-talkin’ and a-talkin’, but you’re right quiet, and that’s a mighty good start toward a happy home. I reckon you’ll do, even if you was brung up with the Injuns. I got something for you. Leastways it’s for Jack, and I reckon it’s all the same now.”
The old man dug a letter out of his pocket. “Here’s that epistle I was tellin’ Jack about this afternoon,” he went on. “It come half an hour ago, while you two was a-talkin’, and I got it and kept it till you was through. It’s from Alabam’, and I reckon it’s from Jack’s folks. I reckon you’d like to hand it to him. Anyway, I got to go now. Give it to him when you like. I guess there ain’t anything in it that won’t keep for a while.”
Alagwa took the letter. But Rogers was wrong in thinking that she was glad to give it to Jack. Though proficient45 in the Indians’ picture writing, she knew nothing of the white men’s lettering and she held it in awe46. Almost sooner would she have[254] touched a snake. As quickly as possible she handed it to Jack; then stood back and watched him as he broke the seal.
As he began to read, something—perhaps it was Alagwa’s strained attention—drew the eyes of the group upon him. Abruptly47 all grew silent, as if something portentous48 was in the air.
Jack smiled as he read. Clearly the news was good. Then suddenly his expression changed. A look of terror swept across his face. He flung up his hands, reeled, and cried out. Then before even Alagwa could reach him he toppled to the floor.
Instantly Alagwa was on her knees beside him. “Jack! Jack!” she wailed. “Jack! Jack!”
Williams glowered at the pair in evil joy. Then he stooped and picked the letter from the floor, to which it had fluttered from Jack’s loosened fingers. For a moment he scanned it; then he looked up. “I reckon this is what knocked him,” he jeered49. “This here letter says: ‘The girl you was sweet on ain’t married. She’s done broke her engagement and she wants you to come back to her.’ An’ here he’s done gone and tied up with a half-breed Injun cub50. Ha! Ha!”
Alagwa’s face grew white. What was lacking in the letter her mind supplied. Her brain reeled. Williams’s jeering51 laughter grew faint, coming from an immeasurable distance; the candles spun52 round her in enormous zigzags53, the floor beneath her[255] swayed. Blindly she stared, all her being concentrated in one great determination not to faint.
Then she felt Fantine’s arms about her. Slowly self control came back to her, and she raised her head. “Help me to get my husband to bed,” she commanded.
Two hours later Alagwa, dressed for the road, stood looking down upon Jack’s unconscious form. Her eyes were dry but her face betrayed the ache that tore her heart.
She was not uneasy about Jack. The surgeon had seen him and had declared that his set-back could be no more than temporary. “Good Lord!” he exclaimed. “What would you have? From all accounts the boy’s been under stress enough tonight to prostrate54 a well man. He’s blamed lucky to get off as easy as he probably has. Take better care of him in the future, madame!”
Alagwa had listened silently. She knew that more than exertion55 had overcome Jack. Her mind was made up. Since Williams’s revelation she had felt that she no longer had a place by her husband’s side. She had saved his life in battle and had brought him safely back to his white companions. Since then she had saved his life again by the care she had taken of him. She had betrayed her friends in order that he might be safe. And she had reaped her bitter reward. She did not blame Jack. She[256] blamed herself. She ought never to have married him. His life was not hers. If for a moment she had thought it possible to go with him and live the white man’s life in far Alabama the events of the night had blotted56 the idea from her mind. She had done all she could to save him. The fort, warned of the coming attack, would be able to hold out till help came from the south. She could do nothing more. Her part in his life was over. It remained only for her to take herself out of it.
She would join Metea and go with him to Tecumseh. After all, to go was no more than her duty. Tecumseh had called her and she must obey. She would go and confess to him that she had failed in her mission and that she had warned his enemies of his coming attack on the fort. She would tell him why she had failed, and she would accept whatever punishment he meted57 out to her. Almost she hoped that it might be that of the stake, so that she might expiate58 her fault by extremest suffering. Whatever it was, she would submit. Now that she knew that Jack’s heart belonged to another, life held nothing for her. Yes! She would go to Tecumseh.
It did not occur to her that the great chief might not have sent for her—that Metea might have been bought by the gold of Brito Telfair.
Once more she looked at Jack. The smoky candle gave little light, but the moon, now riding in glorious[257] majesty59 across a cloudless sky, shone through the open window with a radiance almost like that of day. By its gleam Jack’s boyish features stood out clear and distinct. Slowly she bowed her head; and with a sob33, she kissed him on the lips. “Take care of him, Cato,” she ordered, to the round-eyed negro who stood by. “Take care of him.” Then, dry-eyed, mute, she passed to the square and across it to the gate of the fort.
The sentry60 made no attempt to stop her; he had no orders to stop those who wished to go out; and without a word she passed forth61 into the outer world.
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wrenched
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lieutenant
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hoarsely
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trumped
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shrilling
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garrison
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sweeping
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maturity
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mighty
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