“Who’s there?” she called.
“It’s me, Mamie.”
“What’s the matter, dearie?” cried Mrs. Welsh, jumping out of bed and hastening to open the door. “What’s the matter?” she repeated, her arms about her daughter. “Not sick?” For Mamie’s face in the dim light was positively4 ghastly, so livid and drawn5 it was.
“No, I—I’m not sick,” sobbed7 Mamie, suddenly giving way and clinging desperately8 to her mother. “I—I don’t know what it is, only I’m so worried about Allan.”
And Mrs. Welsh, with a sudden tightening9 of the heart, understood.
“There, there,” she said, and she drew her daughter’s head down upon her shoulder and patted her soothingly10. “There, there; he’ll be back safe an’ sound, dearie, never fear!”
“But oh! mother! I dreamed such a terrible dream. He was in some awful danger, hurt and bleeding, in the dark, and a horrible man was torturing him, and he called to me and held out his hands. I heard his voice, mother, as plainly as I hear yours—it woke me up,” and Mamie shivered convulsively at the remembrance.
Mrs. Welsh was no more superstitious11 than the ordinary Irish woman, but there was something in the words—something in the voice which uttered them—which somehow struck a responsive chord in her, and she shivered in sympathy with the trembling figure she held in her arms.
Jack12, meanwhile, disturbed by all this talking, suddenly awakened14 to find his wife missing, and sat up in bed rubbing his eyes and staring at the ghostly figures near the door.
“Who’s that?” he asked, but a convulsive sob6 from Mamie told who it was, and thoroughly15 awakened at last, he was out of bed in an instant. “What’s wrong?” he demanded. “What’s the matter with you women?”
“Mamie’s worried about Allan,” answered Mrs. Welsh, hugging tight the shivering figure in her arms.
“Oh, dad!” sobbed Mamie. “I dreamed about him and he—he was calling me!”
“Calling you? What d’ye mean, Mamie?”
“He was calling me to come to him. Oh, dad, we must go!”
“Out to Schooley’s—or wherever it is—you will, won’t you, dad?”
She had her arms around her father, now, and there was a pathos17, an entreaty18 in her voice that wrung19 his heart.
“I was goin’ out this mornin’, anyway,” he said, smoothing her hair gently, “an’ I guess I might as well start now.”
“And I’m going with you, dad.”
“No, no,” he protested. “What good would that do, Mamie?”
“Good!” she cried. “Why, dad, you don’t know where to find him!”
“And do you?”
Her face changed—seemed to whiten and harden—and her eyes stared past them into the gloom.
“Yes!” she whispered, her hands clasped tight against her heart.
Mrs. Welsh, her hand grasping Jack’s arm, nodded to him to consent.
“All right,” he agreed, his voice not wholly steady. “All right, Mamie. Jump into your clothes. Maybe we kin13 ketch first ninety-eight.”
Neither Jack Welsh nor his wife could ever explain the spirit of desperate haste which suddenly possessed20 them. Mamie, apparently21 in a sort of trance, returned to her room and dressed herself deliberately22 and calmly, but with a wonderful celerity, as surely as she could have done in broad daylight; while Jack, in the semi-darkness, bungled23 into his clothes somehow, his fingers all thumbs.
Mrs. Welsh, meanwhile, throwing a wrapper around her, hastened downstairs, and when the other two came down five minutes later—Mamie having assisted her father in the last stages of his toilet—she had a cup of hot coffee for each of them, and a lunch done up in a napkin for them to take along. She kissed them both at the front door and stood watching them until they were out of sight. Then she turned slowly back into the house, blew out the lamp in the kitchen, and mounted to her bedroom. But not to sleep. In the cold light of the dawn, she sank on her knees beside the bed and buried her face in her hands.
Jack and Mamie reached the yards just as Bill Grimes, the conductor of first ninety-eight, was raising his hand to give the signal to start. He was charmed to have them as his guests, and hustled24 them into the caboose, much to the embarrassment25 of an impressionable young brakeman, who was just changing his shoes. He thought he had never seen anything so lovely as Mamie, and stammered26 profuse27 apologies, which Mamie acknowledged with an absent-minded nod. Poor fellow! her thoughts were far away from him.
He cheerfully undertook to climb forward over the long train and to ask the engineer to slow up at the spot where the abandoned train had been discovered, and fifteen minutes later, at some risk to life and limb, he was at the caboose steps to assist Mamie to alight.
As the train gathered speed again, conductor and brakeman shouted back good wishes; then the rumble28 died away in the distance, and the train disappeared in the morning mist.
“Well, and now what?” asked Jack Welsh, looking down at his daughter.
Something in her face arrested his gaze, a certain strained and fixed29 expression, as though she were gazing inward instead of outward, as though she were stretching every sense to catch the sound of some inward voice, faint and far-away.
Jack felt a little shiver creep along his spine30 and up over his scalp, as he noted31 that fixed gaze.
“Well, and now what?” he asked again. “What is it you’re listenin’ for, Mamie?”
“His voice,” she answered, almost in a whisper. “‘Twill guide us.”
“Surely,” protested Jack, “you don’t expect—”
But without waiting for him to finish, Mamie turned abruptly32 away from the railroad, and plunged33 into the strip of woodland which stretched beside it. There was no semblance34 of a path, but she hurried forward without pausing, and at the end of a few minutes they came to a road. Without an instant’s hesitation35, Mamie turned eastward36 along it.
“Toward Schooley’s,” Jack muttered to himself. “That’s all right. But how the dickens did she know it was here?”
Mamie, meanwhile, looking neither to the right nor left, hurried along the road as fast as her feet would carry her. It was hard and rutted and anything but easy walking, yet the girl seemed to take no account of the roughness of the way, and Jack, panting and stumbling along behind, marvelled37 at the ease with which she hastened on. The sun had not yet risen, and gray cold mist of the morning still lingered among the trees. To the superstitious Irishman there seemed to be something ghostly and supernatural in the air; he felt that some mysterious and unseen influence was at work, and the thought brought a cold sweat out across his forehead. Yet never for an instant did he think of trying to stop her or of turning back himself.
Then suddenly, from afar off, Jack’s ears caught the sound of a faint singing or crying, that rose and fell in a sort of weird38 cadence39, impossible to describe.
“What’s that?” he cried, and stopped short; but instead of pausing, Mamie broke into a run, and would have been out of sight in a moment had not Jack followed at top speed. In the end, his strength and agility40 told even against the strange spirit that possessed her, and he gained her side just as they reached the edge of a clearing, in the midst of which stood an old stone house.
“Good God! It’s afire!” gasped41 Jack, and, indeed, a black swirl42 of smoke was pouring from the broken windows at the front of the house, lighted redly here and there from instant to instant by a tongue of flame. “Wait, Mamie,” he added, grasping her arm as she started forward. “What ’r you goin’ t’ do?”
“He’s there!” Mamie cried, shaking him away, and without another word, she started toward the house.
Jack, gritting43 his teeth tight together, followed her. There was need of courage, for that weird sing-song chanting still persisted, and as they neared the house, a strange figure appeared around the corner—a squat44, deformed45 figure, surmounted46 by a hideous47 face and great shock of dirty hair. It was dancing in a clumsy and ungainly fashion and was emitting from time to time the hoarse48 shouting which had set Jack’s nerves on edge.
For an instant, the fellow did not perceive them; then, as his bloodshot eyes rested upon them, he stood for a breath as though carved in stone, and then, with a hoarse yell of rage, hurled himself upon them.
How Mamie escaped that savage50 onrush, she never knew. Jack had a confused recollection of seeing her spring aside to escape the madman’s swinging arms, and in the next instant he found himself grappling with him, hurled backward off his feet, with great, hairy hands tearing at his throat. He felt himself helpless as a child in this powerful and cruel grasp, and his heart turned faint within him as he stared upward into the convulsed and hideous face glaring down at him. He dashed his fists against it, with almost as little effect as though he had dashed them against a rock, and ever those hands at his throat tightened51 and tightened. The world danced red before him—it was no use—no use—
Then, suddenly, a thought flashed lightning-like into his brain—if he failed her now, Mamie would be left alone with this monster—at his mercy—
Mad with rage, fairly foaming52 at the mouth, fired with a strength almost superhuman, Jack twisted his assailant to one side and tore his hands from his throat. One full breath of the cold air—it was all he had time for, before those hands closed upon him again. This was no human being, he told himself despairingly; it was a monster against which he could not hope to prevail; it wasn’t fair to put a man up against a thing like this; nobody could blame him if he failed—but Mamie—there was Mamie—
His hand, flung out convulsively, touched something hard and round; mechanically he grasped it—mechanically he struck with it at the face above him—once—twice—thrice. And he felt the hands at his throat relax, saw dimly the savage countenance53 running red with blood, felt the great body lurch54 heavily forward across him—and lay gasping55 for breath, too weak, for the moment, to throw it off.
But only for a moment; then, twisting the body to one side, he staggered to his feet and stared first at it and then at the boulder56 he still grasped in his hand; and not till then did he understand what had happened—by what a slender chance he had been saved—and not he alone, but Mamie—
Mamie! He turned to look for her. She was nowhere in sight, and forgetting all else, he staggered forward toward the burning house. He tried the front door and found it fastened, shook at it savagely57 without effect, and then hastened around the house to the rear.
The back door was open, a flood of smoke pouring from it. And as he stared stupidly at it, he saw a nebulous figure struggling through it.
The sight brought his senses back, brought his strength back. He sprang forward, and in another moment, he and Mamie, between them, had dragged Allan West out into the open air, bleeding, bound, unconscious.
“What they been doin’ to the boy?” cried Jack, a white-hot rage almost choking him. “Have they kilt him—have the cowards kilt him?”
“Oh, no; oh, no!” sobbed Mamie, dropping on her knees beside him. “Oh, look, dad, they’ve tied his hands and feet.”
“The scoundrels!” and Jack, whipping out his knife, had the bonds severed58 in an instant. “His head’s all bloody,” he added, “an’ look how that rope’s cut his wrists! Good God! What kind o’ fiends—”
But Mamie, with more self-control than he, laid a restraining hand upon his arm.
“Don’t, dad,” she said. “Don’t think of that now. Time enough afterwards.”
“We must get some water,” said Mamie, and then as she looked down at the white, bruised60, unconscious face, a wave of misery61 swept over her, a suffocating62 sense of her own helplessness. “We must do something!” she cried wringing63 her hands in anguish64. “We must—oh!—”
She stopped suddenly, and pressed her hands against her wildly-beating heart, for Allan’s eyes slowly unclosed and he lay looking up at her. Then his face brightened into a smile, and an instant later twitched65 with the agony the slight movement cost him. His eyes were caught by the cloud of smoke drifting upward from the house, and his expression changed from agony to horror.
“We must get the others,” he gasped, and tried to rise.
“No, no,” protested Mamie, her arms about him. “Lie still—you must—”
But Allan had fainted dead away.
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