It was going to be impossible to kill Hanna, unless in the heat of sudden self-defense. He wondered at himself, for life had suddenly come to seem once more valuable to him. The old black purpose that had driven him so long was fading away. Not that he had forgiven his enemy; he was as determined1 as ever to defeat Hanna’s purposes, to see him sure of prison, if possible—not that he had any objection to taking his life, but he was no longer willing to wreck3 his own life to compass Hanna’s death. He had, in fact, developed an interest keener even than that of hate.
His horse trod almost without sound on the deep carpet of pine needles, and as he came to the bayou he perceived the loom4 of a great, gray bulk. Coming nearer, he recognized it as the house boat he had seen before, moored5 now directly across the bayou from him. It had not been there the day before. It must have been brought up early that morning.
A small fire smoldered6 on the shore by the mooring7, with a coffee pot and iron frying pan beside it, but there was no one near the fire. On the little railed deck space at the stern a man sat fishing and smoking. It was the bearded pirate Lockwood had seen before. His bare feet were propped8 on the deck rail; he tilted9 back in a rickety chair; he smoked his pipe with his hands in his pockets, and the fishing rod was wedged into a crevice10 of the deck. His hat was off, and Lockwood could see a great bluish stain or scar covering much of one side of his forehead, which might have been a powder burn from a pistol fired at close range. For some moments the two men stared at one another in silence across the muddy water.
“Ho-owdy!” the riverman drawled at last.
“For a while, mebbe.” He examined the horse and rider. “Reckon you’re one of the turpentine riders?”
“Yes. And I expect you’re Blue Bob.”
“Mebbe some calls me that. My name’s Bob Carr. This hyar’s my house boat. You reckon Craig’s got anythin’ to say ’bout hit?”
“Ef nobody don’t bother us none we don’t bother them none,” growled14 the river dweller15, returning Lockwood’s grin with animosity; and the woods rider turned his horse into the pines again. He had nothing whatever to say to the river pirate, but he promised himself to keep a watchful16 eye on that boat.
He sighted it again that afternoon, apparently17 deserted18, but next morning he did not go to the woods. The turpentine still was set going, and he remained at the camp to assist in “running a charge.” The copper19 retort bricked in on the top of the furnace was a large one, and a “charge” meant a good many barrels. One by one the shouting negroes swayed the heavy barrels of “dip” up to the platform around the retort, emptying the gum into the mouth, together with a due allowance of water, anxiously watched by the expert still man. The cap was then screwed down, and a carefully regulated fire of pine logs set going in the furnace below.
The spiral worm went off from the shoulder of the retort, passed through a tank of cold water, and ended in a tap below. In due course steam began to issue from this orifice, then there was a slow, increasing drop of liquid. The still man watched it carefully, collected the drops and tasted them. It was turpentine. The spirit was coming off, and a bucket was set to catch it.
Being more volatile20 than water, the spirit came off first. The slow drops quickened to a stream. The bucket was filled and emptied many times, filling one barrel after another, while the furnace fire was kept at a steady glow. Too much heat would boil off the water as well as the turpentine. It went on for hours, until at last the experienced eye and nose of the “stiller” detected that what was coming through the worm was not turpentine but water. He closed the tap. The turpentine was done. It was the rosin next.
Three negroes dragged open a large vent21 in the lower side of the retort, and a vast gush22 of blackish, reeking23, boiling rosin tumbled out into a huge wooden trough. It was the residue24 of the distilling25, less valuable than the spirit, but still valuable. It passed through three strainers—the first of coarse wire mesh26 to catch the chips and large rubbish, one of fine mesh, and lastly a layer of raw cotton, known technically27 as a “tar baby.” As the trough filled, the still intensely hot rosin was drawn28 off at the farther end and poured bubbling and reeking into rough casks. Here it slowly hardened into rocklike solidity, to be headed up finally for shipment down the river.
It was hard, hot, dirty, delicate work, though Lockwood was not capable of any of the skilled part of it. His duty mainly was in seeing that the negroes brought up the gum barrels promptly29, handled the rosin with exactitude and kept the fire right. After the retort was screwed up, everything had to go with precision, or the whole charge would be ruined.
When the rosin was cleared, the fire was drawn and the still allowed to cool. Late that afternoon Lockwood made a hasty round of the woods to see the run of the gum, but he was tired and dirty and sticky, and he felt in no condition to pay a visit to the Powers.
The next day, however, there was no distilling, and he was able to take a couple of hours off in the afternoon. It was rather a failure. Hanna was not at home, but neither was anybody else, with the exception of old Henry, who sat as usual upon the gallery in his rocking-chair. He urged Lockwood to stay and “eat supper,” when the rest of the household would probably be back; but Lockwood had to return to the camp.
Next day the still was run again—a day of terrible heat, when the bare sand of the camp seemed to glow and burn white-hot in the sun, and even the tough turpentine negroes complained bitterly. Lockwood’s own head swam, especially as the blazing hot rosin poured out in the blazing sun, but he kept going until the charge was run; and then everybody suspended work, and, dripping with sweat, got into the shade.
A violent thunderstorm broke that night and cooled the air. The whole atmosphere next morning seemed fresh-washed and alive with ozone30, and that afternoon Lockwood rode again to the Powers’ house, arriving more fortunately. Louise was there; so were the two brothers, apparently in their customary state of intense boredom31 in lack of any violent amusement. After a few minutes’ general talk on the gallery the girl disappeared, leaving him with her brothers.
“Cawn-plantin’ time,” said Jackson indolently.
“What are you doing with your farm? Doing any planting?” said Lockwood.
“Plantin’?” laughed Tom. “You ain’t never seen this farm, I reckon. Yes, we’ve got a nigger plowin’ down in the bottom field. Come down and see it, if you wanter.”
It was something to do. They all three strolled slowly down through the oak grove33, past a small frame barn where a few hens scratched among corn shucks, and reached the bottom field, of about ten acres. The soil looked like almost pure sand. It turned up like brown sugar from the share, and where it had dried it was almost white.
“This yere’s the porest land on earth,” said Tom. “You can’t make five bushels of cawn to the acre. We done put forty dollars’ worth of fertilizer on this yere field, and I’ll bet we don’t get cawn enough to pay for it.”
“The whole farm’s like this yere,” agreed his brother.
“Fact is, I never was cut out for no farmer,” Tom admitted. “I always wanted to be a steamboat man. When we-all got this yere money, my notion was to buy a river boat, and run between Mobile and Selma.”
“Well, I thought we oughter go into the cotton-brokerage business,” said Jackson. “But dad, he wouldn’t hear of it. He likes the swamps, seems like, and he was just bound he’d come and live on his old place.”
“You could grow peanuts on this light soil,” Lockwood suggested. “With the peanuts you could raise hogs34.”
“Why, we did get some registered Duroc Jerseys,” said Tom. “But they ain’t doin’ no good. Takes more cawn to feed ’em than they’re worth. Fact is, we ain’t got no hog-proof fences on this place and I reckon it’d take two hundred dollars to put ’em up. It’s more’n it would be worth. Can’t make nothin’ outer this farm. It’s the porest land out yere.”
“It shore is!” Jackson agreed.
It did look like it. Lockwood was amused, however, at this economical spirit in the face of the wild spending that was continually going on; but the explanation was clear.
The Power boys were not “cut out for farmers,” as Tom said. They took no sort of interest in this plantation35, a rather discouraging proposition for anybody. They did not need the corn crop; they had more money than they had ever dreamed of possessing.
Previous to getting it they had been desperately36 poor, but they had never worked hard. From what Louise had told him, from what the boys and old Henry had said, Lockwood was able to picture their life—the three-roomed cabin up the river, a little corn planting, hunting, fishing, drink, and gambling—a reckless, squalid, perhaps lawless existence. No wonder Louise had wished to escape from it; the marvel37 was that she had succeeded so well.
They had all escaped from it. They seemed to believe themselves everlastingly38 rich. They were flinging away money with both hands. And now entered Hanna—a mystery which Lockwood was not yet able to penetrate39.
He was not winning the boys’ money at poker40; he was not inducing them to cash checks for him, nor borrowing money, so far as Lockwood had gathered. What was he getting out of it?
Lockwood reflected that he would like to know through whose hands went these orders for motors, wines, and jewelry41, through what medium they were filled. From what Jackson had said about the car, he was pretty sure that he already knew.
But definite discoveries were slow in coming, though he rode over to the big house several times in the next ten days. Twice he found Louise alone on the gallery and had half an hour’s talk with her, but she did not recur42 to her confidences of the night of the poker party.
Once he found no one there but Hanna, and he spent a difficult twenty minutes before he felt that he could leave. Lockwood had firm faith now in his disguise; he felt sure that Hanna had not recognized him and could not; but there was an instinctive43 antipathy44 between the two men, though they talked politely about the weather, the land, and the river. He soon excused himself and escaped.
His time was much taken up at the camp. A great accumulation of rosin and spirit had been collected, to be shipped up the river to Montgomery, and Lockwood went down to see it loaded on the boat. The boat was at the landing when he arrived, discharging cargo45, and there was as usual a good deal of freight for the Powers. Tom was there watching it carried ashore46, and he had his car and a mule47 wagon48 to transport it home.
Lockwood saw the crates49 and boxes, and on his next visit to the house the family exhibited the contents to him with a great deal of pride. There were two immense leather library chairs, a mahogany table, a hanging lamp, and a case of table silver. There was a gift for Louise, a pearl necklace, which she brought downstairs to show. Tom mentioned what he had paid for it, and the price did not seem exorbitant50, if the pearls were as real as they looked.
He also had received a quantity of motor-car literature by post, and he mentioned that he was thinking of buying a small, light car, better for the sandy roads than the big one. Lockwood perhaps looked a trifle startled.
“It’s all right to go the pace if you can stand the speed,” Lockwood returned.
“Oh, I reckon we kin2 stand it. We ain’t blowin’ in all our money, not as you think—no, sir, not by a long shot! Fact is, there’s more comin’ in than goin’ out. We’re saltin’ it down.”
“Investing it?”
“That’s what we’re doin’. If you’ve got a few hundred dollars, I kin shore put you up to a good thing—or I dunno, neither. Afraid it’ll be about all taken up.”
“Did Mr. Hanna put you up to it?” Lockwood asked, with assumed carelessness, though he had the sense of an approaching revelation.
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