On level ground and under ordinary circ.u.mstances it would have been a simple matter. For Jeffreys was brawny and powerful; and the light weight of the slender, wiry boy was nothing to him. But on that slippery mountain-side, after the fatigue and peril of the afternoon, it was as much as he could do to stagger forward under the burden.
Yet--was it quite unnatural?--a strange sort of happiness seemed to take possession of him as he felt this helpless boy"s form in his arms, the head drooped on his shoulder, and the poor bruised arm tenderly supported in his hand. There seemed hope in the burden; and in that brotherly service a promise of expiation for another still more sacred service which had been denied him! He tramped down that long gradual slope in a contented dream, halting often to rest, but never losing heart. Percy, too exhausted to remonstrate, yielded himself gratefully, and lay only half conscious in his protector"s arms, often fancying himself at home in bed or lolling idly in the summer fields.
It may have been midnight, or later still, when Jeffreys, looking beyond the shadows projected by the moon in front of him, perceived a gleam of light far down in the valley.
"Probably," thought he, "some honest shepherd, after his day"s work, is happily going to rest. Think of a bed, and a pillow, and a blanket!"
But no, the light--the lights, there were two--were moving--moving rapidly and evenly.
Jeffreys stood still to listen. The wind had long since dropped into rest, and the clear night air would have carried a sound twice the distance. Yes, it was a cart or a carriage, and he could even detect the clatter of the horses on the hard road. Possibly some benighted wagoner, or a mail cart.
He raised a shout which scared the sleeping rabbits in their holes and made the hill across the valley wake with echoes. The lights still moved on. He set Percy down tenderly on the gra.s.s with his coat beneath him. Then, running with all his speed, he halved the distance which separated him and the road, and shouted again.
This time the clatter of the hoofs stopped abruptly and the lights stood still.
Once more he shouted, till the night rang with echoes. Then, joyful sound! there rose from the valley an answering call, and he knew all was safe.
In a few minutes he was back again where Percy, once more awake, was sitting up, bewildered, and listening to the echoes which his repeated shouts still kept waking.
"It"s all right, old fellow; there"s a carriage."
"They"ve come to look for us. I can walk, Jeff, really."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, and they"d be so scared if they saw me being carried."
So they started forward, the answering shouts coming nearer and nearer at every step.
"That"s Appleby," said Percy, as a particularly loud whoop fell on their ears. It was, and with him Mr Rimbolt and Scarfe.
When darkness came, and no signs of the pedestrians, the usual uneasiness had prevailed at Wildtree, increased considerably by Walker"s and Raby"s report as to the mountaineering garb in which the missing ones had started. The terrible tempest which had attacked the face of Wild Pike had swept over Wildtree too, and added a hundredfold to the alarm which, as hour pa.s.sed hour, their absence caused. Scarfe, arriving at home about ten o"clock, found the whole family in a state of panic. Mr Rimbolt had been out on the lower slopes of the mountain, and reported that a storm raged there before which nothing could stand.
The only hope was that they had been descending the back of the mountain, and taken refuge somewhere in the valley for the night. The carriage was ordered out, and Mr Rimbolt and Scarfe started on what seemed a forlorn hope. For an hour or two they pa.s.sed and repa.s.sed the valley road, inquiring at every cottage and farm without result.
At last, just as they were resolving to give it up for the night, Appleby pulled up the horses suddenly, and said he had heard a shout.
Instantly they jumped out and shouted back; and now, following the direction of the voice, far up the great slope, they _met_ Jeffreys, with the boy leaning on his arm safe, but almost exhausted.
Neither of them retained a vivid recollection of that drive home.
Jeffreys was vaguely conscious of them calling on the way for the doctor, and taking him along in the carriage. He also heard Scarfe say something to Mr Rimbolt in tones of commiseration, in which something was added about the inconsiderateness and untrustworthiness of Jeffreys.
But for the rest he reclined back in his seat, scarcely conscious of anything but the rest and warmth.
At Wildtree, the now familiar scene of the whole household gathered panic-struck an the threshold drove him precipitately to his room. He knew what to expect if he stayed there.
Jeffreys dropped asleep with the dog"s howl ringing weirdly in his ears.
In his dreams it seemed to change into that still more terrible howl which had stunned him long ago on the Bolsover meadow. It followed him as he carried young Forrester in his arms across that fatal ledge. It was pitch dark; and on the ledge Scarfe stood to drive him back. Then suddenly a new bright path seemed to open at his side, into which he stepped with his precious burden. And as he did so he saw, far off, Raby standing at the end of the way.
It was ten o"clock when he awoke; but the house was still asleep. Only a few servants were stirring; and even Walker had taken advantage of the occasion to "sleep in."
Jeffreys was tough and hardy; and the night"s rest had done more for him than twenty doctors. He got up, shook himself, and behold his limbs were strong under him, and his head was clear and cool. He dressed himself quietly and descended to the kitchen, where he begged an early breakfast of the servants. Then he sallied forth with his stick towards Wild Pike.
The grand pile on this bright winter"s morning looked almost hypocritically serene and benignant. The sunlight bathed the stern cliff which yesterday had buffeted back the wind with a roar as fierce as itself; and in the quiet spring-like air the peaceful bleating of sheep was the only sound to be heard on the steep mountain-side.
But Jeffreys did not turn his steps upward. On the contrary, he kept to the lowest track in the valley, and took the path which led him nearest to the base of that terrible wall of rock. A hard scramble over the fallen stones brought him to a spot where, looking up, the top of the wall frowned down on him from a sheer height of five hundred feet, while half-way down, like a narrow scratch along the face of the cliff, he could just detect the ledge on which last night they had sat out the storm.
There, among the stones, shattered and cold, lay all that remained of the brave Julius. His fate must have overtaken him before he had gone twenty yards on his desperate errand, and almost before that final howl reached his master"s ears all must have been over.
Jeffreys, as he tenderly lifted his lost friend in his arms, thought bitterly and reproachfully of the dog"s strange conduct yesterday--his evident depression and forebodings of evil--the result, no doubt, of illness, but making that last act of self-devotion all the more heroic.
He made a grave there at the base of that grand cliff, and piled up a little cairn to mark the last resting-place of his friend. Then, truly a mourner, he returned slowly to Wildtree.
At the door he encountered Mrs Rimbolt, who glared at him and swept past.
"How is Percy this morning?" he inquired.
"No thanks to you, Mr Jeffreys," said the lady, with a double venom in her tones, "he is alive."
"His arm, is it--?"
"Go to your work, sir," said the lady; "I have no wish to speak to you."
Jeffreys bowed and retreated. He had expected such a reception, and just now it neither dismayed nor concerned him.
On the staircase he met Raby. She looked pale and anxious, but brightened up as she saw him.
"Mr Jeffreys," said she, "are you really up, and none the worse?"
"I am well, thank you," said he, "but very anxious to hear about Percy."
"He has had a bad night with his arm, but the doctor says he is going on all right. What a terrible adventure you had. Percy told me a little of it. Oh, Mr Jeffreys, it is all my fault!"
Jeffreys could not help smiling.
"By what stretch of ingenuity do you make that out?"
"It was I suggested your coaxing Percy out, you know; I might have been the death of you both."
"You did not send the wind, did you, or the mist? If you did, of course you are quite ent.i.tled to all the credit."
"Don"t laugh about it, please. Percy was telling me how if it had not been for you--"
"He would never have been in any danger. Perhaps he is right. By the way. Miss Atherton, is there any chance of seeing him?"
"He has asked for you already; but auntie, I believe, would have a fit if you went near him. She seems to consider you are his evil genius; instead of being just the opposite. Tell me how Julius is--he went with you, did he not?"
"I have been out this morning to bury Julius at the place where he fell."
Raby, already unduly excited by the events of the past few days, broke into tears, and at the same moment Scarfe, descending the stairs, stood before them.
He looked first at Jeffreys, next at the girl. Then, taking her arm, he said--