"You two talk of weddings as though we were not in the midst of battle, murder and sudden death!"
She folded her arms and regarded them with an odd little smile, half wistful, half questioning, playing about her lips. The tug was drawing away from the wharf. Perky sat on the rail placidly sucking an orange, a n.o.ble picture of an unrepentant sinner. From the woods floated the far, faint cries and light-hearted laughter of the camp youngsters at play.
In spite of his attempt to imitate the Governor"s jauntiness Archie felt again, as so often since he left Bailey Harbor, the unreality of the events through which he had been projected with his singular companion, who had drawn him so far out of his...o...b..t that it was hard to believe that he would ever slip into it again. Their affairs had never presented so many problems as now, when the Governor was predicting and planning the end with so much a.s.surance. In the few seconds that Ruth deliberated he plunged to the depths in his despair that Isabel would ever seriously consider him as a lover.
"I was just thinking," said the girl, stepping back a little into a path that led from the beach to the woods, "how we seem to be living in the good old times, when knights hastened by land or water to the rescue of ladies in distress. This is all very pretty and be sure we all appreciate what you have done for us. But I don"t quite see through to the end!" The smile was gone and there was no doubt of the sincerity of the anxiety that darkened her eyes as she ended with a little, quavering, despairing note: "Something serious and dreadful threatens us, one and all of us maybe! It"s only--what do you call such a thing--a presentiment!"
"Please don"t think of it!" pleaded Archie; "things are bound to come out all right. You mustn"t lose faith in us."
"Yes; it will be only a little longer," muttered the Governor listlessly.
He had responded instantly to Ruth"s confession of her premonition of impending evil, and Archie, troubled by his friend"s change of mood, hastened to end the interview.
"We"re not going to lose!" he declared. "It"s when the world is brightest that the shadow of a cloud sometimes makes us fear to trust our happiness. Good-by and good luck!"
She was not rea.s.sured, however, and as she shook hands with them there were tears in her eyes.
V
The Governor quickly recovered his spirits and with characteristic enthusiasm began putting the new launch through its paces. Like everything that pleased him, the launch was wonderful. He called upon Archie to bear witness to its unsurpa.s.sed merits, and they ran out to the row boat to invite the admiration of Putney and Leary. Putney, they found, was skilled in the handling of such craft, and the Governor cheerfully turned the launch over to him.
"You take it and run up to Calderville, where you"d better get supper.
Pick up the Heart o" Dreams mail and bring it back to Huddleston, and meet us on the wharf at nightfall. We"ve got a heavy night"s work ahead of us. Carey"s probably jarred a good deal to find that we"ve got a tug and a launch to play with."
"That"s all right, and I"ll obey orders, of course," said Congdon, wiping the oil from his hands; "but don"t forget that my father"s out there on that tug. I don"t know what trouble he"s in, but I can"t forget that he"s my father--"
Archie, touched by his display of feeling, turned with a pleading glance to the Governor, but the Governor needed no prompting to be kind.
"My dear boy," he said, "you may rely upon me to extricate your father from his embarra.s.sments. Archie and I are going aboard the tug to study his case carefully. If we don"t do anything else this summer we"re going to take the kink out of your family affairs."
"There"s no reason why you should--" Putney began.
"Reason!" exclaimed the Governor, snapping his fingers contemptuously, "reasons for things are a horrible bore. In this pretty good old world we must apologize for our sins and weaknesses but not for our kind intentions."
As they boarded the _Arthur B. Grover_ Eliphalet made no attempt to speak to Putney though he leaned over the side and shook his umbrella at the launch as it drew away. The Governor told Perky to produce food and invited Eliphalet and the detective to supper. The officer, churlish from his bath in the bay and his enforced appearance in jumper and overalls during the drying of his garments, replied to a polite inquiry that his name was Briggs but that his credentials had been lost in his tumble into the water.
"We shall waive all formalities," said the Governor, "as my guest your official connections, real or fict.i.tious, concern me not at all."
Corned beef, crackers, fruit and coffee composed the supper, and Eliphalet Congdon, Briggs, Archie and the Governor sat cross-legged on the deck and partook of it picnic fashion.
"A truce to our difficulties, gentlemen!" the Governor cried, lifting his tin cup of coffee. "I"m sure there are misunderstandings involving all of us that time will clear up. It"s mighty lucky for you, Briggs, that we succeeded in detaching you from that chap who brought you here.
If you had remained in his company you would certainly have come to grief. With murderous intent he ran down two women right here in the bay last night. We saved their lives by sheer good luck. You were not with him, I suppose, and I"ll charitably a.s.sume you don"t know his purpose in attacking them."
"He says the girls" camp is on his land and he"s only trying to drive "em off," replied Briggs. "Whatever his game is it"s none of my business."
"It"s any man"s business to protect women and innocent children from the malice of a madman. To let you into a dark secret, he"s got the idea that there"s buried treasure somewhere on the land occupied by Heart o"
Dreams Camp."
"Treasure!" exclaimed Eliphalet. "Do you mean to say there"s money buried there?"
"That"s the idea," said the Governor with a grim smile at the sudden glint of greed in the old man"s eyes. He told the story, told it with flourishes and decorations that pleased Archie immensely.
"It sounds pretty fishy," Briggs remarked, "but there may be something in it."
"You never can tell," muttered Eliphalet. "It would have been natural for one of those old southerners who hadn"t any confidence in Jeff Davis to plant his money in some lonely place like this."
"In one way or another we are all seekers of buried treasure," remarked the Governor sententiously.
His story had cleared the air, giving, as Archie reflected, a fresh ill.u.s.tration of the power of romance to soften the harshness of even so realistic a situation as confronted the tug"s pa.s.sengers. Eliphalet"s imagination had been stirred, and he asked many questions about the treasure. Briggs lost his hostile air and showed himself the possessor of an unsuspected amiability.
"You seem to be a good fellow," remarked the Governor; "and your interest in the _Arthur B. Grover_ is legitimate enough, I daresay. If you will promise to behave and not try to leave the tug or molest any one on board you"re free to do as you like. But I want you to play fair."
"I seem to be at your mercy. You"ve got to consider that my reputation is at stake. It"s my duty to land Mr. Congdon and that chap you call Perky in the nearest jail and report their arrest to Washington."
"Washington," replied the Governor, drawing his hand across his face, "is a beautiful city; but it"s a long way from here. Be a.s.sured that I"m no anarchist and the delicate matter of your professional standing is something that shall engage my most earnest thought. Please make yourself comfortable."
He bade Archie follow him to the bow where Eliphalet was moodily gazing into the water.
"Mr. Congdon," the Governor began in his blandest tones, "as a mere looker-on at the pa.s.sing show I"m persuaded that you"re not getting much out of life. A mistake, sir; a mistake it grieves me to see you making."
"What I do or do not do," cried the old man, lifting his umbrella belligerently, "is none of your infernal business."
"An error, sir; an error of considerable magnitude, if you will pardon me! I wish my friend here to bear witness that I am qualified to offer you excellent advice based on exact information as to your intimate domestic affairs. You"re a meddlesome person, Mr. Congdon, with a slight element of cruelty in your makeup, of which let us hope you are not wholly conscious. Morally you are skidding, but this I charitably attribute to your lack of a wholesome and healthy interest in life.
Incidentally you"ve done all you could to destroy the happiness of your son, who is a fine fellow and a gentleman."
"And his wife, your daughter-in-law, is one of the n.o.blest women in the world!" interjected Archie, seeing that the Governor"s arraignment was not without its effect on the odd, crumpled little figure. However, the mention of Mrs. Congdon instantly aroused Eliphalet"s ire.
"That woman ordered me out of her house--a house I bought and paid for!
She did her best to make my son hate me! She compelled him to quit the businesses I started for the sole purpose of providing him employment!"
"Your trouble is that you never knew when Putney grew up," declared the Governor. "You tried to boss him even after his marriage, and if Mrs.
Congdon turned you out of her house she did only what any self-respecting woman would do. As the result of your miserly ways, your meddlesomeness and your selfishness, you"ve just about ruined your life.
The penitentiary yawns for you." Eliphalet shuddered, and a look of fear not pleasant to see crossed his face. "But," the Governor went on, "in spite of your cowardly conduct I"m rather disposed to pull you out of the hole."
"You will help; you really will help me?"
"Not if you cringe and whine like that. If you will stand square on your feet and listen to me I"ll make you a proposition. Don"t flinch; I don"t want any of your money! I"ve heard that you make a habit of carrying your will around in that umbrella, for the ludicrous reason that you think you are not one of us absent-minded mortals who forget our umbrellas. And you like to have the will handy so you can rewrite it when the mood strikes you. Give me that thing!"
Eliphalet hesitated, but the Governor said, "If you please, Mr.
Congdon," with all possible shadings of courteous insistence, and gently pried it from the old man"s fingers.
It was a heavy, bulgy, disreputable-looking umbrella with a battered curved handle. The canopy was held together by a piece of twine. Rather than be seen with so monstrous a thing any self-respecting person would cheerfully take a drenching. The Governor opened it, shook out a number of manilla envelopes, all carefully sealed, and flung the umbrella from him as though it were an odious and hateful thing. As it struck the water it spread open and the wind seized it and bore it gaily away. The Governor watched it for a moment with an ironic grin, then began opening the envelopes and scanning the contents.
"I began life as a lawyer," he said coolly, "so you needn"t fear that I"ll not respect the sanct.i.ty of these experiments in the testamentary art."
Archie, taking and refolding the wills as the Governor finished reading them, marveled at this unexpected revelation of his friend"s profession let fall in the most casual fashion, as was the Governor"s way.
"It"s evident from the dates of these wills that you"ve been steadily cutting down the amount of your bequest to your son," the Governor was saying, "so that if you died tonight he"d receive only a hundred thousand dollars, the remaining million or two going to humane societies, and one fat plum, I notice, to the Home for Outcast Cats. The eccentricities of testators have never impressed me by their humor, particularly when hatred and revenge are behind them. You would malevolently cut off your own blood merely because your daughter-in-law doesn"t like your manners, which are bad, or because your son wouldn"t fall in with your fantastic schemes of making money dishonestly. I suppose you"ve had a good time flourishing these wills before your son and his wife when you were peeved, to let them know how you planned to punish them. Watch me, Archie, so you can bear witness to the destruction of these things; they"re all going to feed the fishes except this earliest one, which divides the property in generous lumps between Putney Congdon and his children, with a handsome personal recognition of Mrs. Congdon. That shall be preserved."