CHAPTER XIX.
STRANDS IN THE COIL.
Stripped to the waist, in the reek and grime of smoke and sweat, the men who rushed to the burning store fought with the flames till the dawn.
The country was parched with the drought, and the gra.s.s was as dry as hay; the fences would blaze in long lines of flame if once they were alight; the standing trees with their drooping leaves were full of oily sap, and if once the fire reached the open bush, it would sweep for a hundred miles. And each man knew what that would mean; each man knew how the flames would roar as they leapt from tree to tree; each man knew how the fire would glare as it caught the sun-dried gra.s.s; how overhead, and a mile in front, the whirling columns of smoke would roll, choking, smothering, blinding, till the blood-red glare showed fierce behind, and everything with life had fled, or stayed and swelled the ashes, on the desolate, blackened track.
The store was burned to a heap of cinders with all its contents, for the men let it burn, having no water to throw on it, and no time to use the water even if the tanks had all been full. It was not to save the store that they fought; it was not to put the fire out that they toiled and battled through the night. It was to keep the fire from spreading; to stamp it out as it ran, in long snake-like lines, licking up the withered gra.s.s; to beat it out as it flamed along the fences; or to hold it as it blazed out in a raging fury where a spark fell upon the inflammable foliage of the gums. Boughs stripped from saplings; sacks tied to long, thin sticks; even the coats off their backs,--were the weapons used in the fight; for unless the enemy were defeated at the outset, a smoking waste of charred desolation would be all that there was of Birralong and the district when again the sun came up.
But the fight was won, and when dawn came it only showed the heap of wood ash and twisted sheets of galvanized iron--which was all that remained of Marmot"s store--and streaks of black running out into the paddock beyond and along the fences, with now and again a tree either leafless and charred, or with the leaves brown and scorched, showing where the fire had for a moment obtained a footing and striven to gain a hold, from whence it could spread in every direction, to reap, with its sickles of flame, the rich harvest in a wild, unrestrained orgy and blast, not only Nature"s, but man"s, handiwork into a dreary sadness of blackened desolation. The men, having won, went back to the Rest, with their throats parched and aching, their eyes smarting from the smoke and the dust, and their skins grimed and clammy.
"It"s a bad job for me," Marmot exclaimed, when, with the trouble in their throats removed, the men rea.s.sembled at the Rest, where Peters and Tony and Morton had already returned; "it"s a bad job for me, but it"s nothing to what would have been if the blaze had got away. A bush fire in the district now would be ruin, black, staring ruin, to every one, and death to many."
"Ay, that it would," a selector, from ten miles out, answered. "It"s what we are all afraid of now. A bush fire with the country like it is would go over five hundred square miles, and there wouldn"t be a selector nor a squatter for miles round with a yard of fence nor a blade of gra.s.s to call his own."
"That"s true," Marmot said. "And it"s why I feel glad we held it. Though it"s bad enough for me, for it leaves me a poor man."
"Not much," Peters exclaimed. "You"re all right. You set us up with stores when we were broke, and now we"ve the chance we"ll see you through."
"Seeing that the gold we brought in was probably the cause of all the trouble," Tony said.
"I don"t know, lad; I don"t know," Marmot replied. "How could any one but us know it was there?"
"Yes; how could they?" Peters echoed. "Only they did. We"ll find out how later on. Meanwhile, one is settled--and Leary swears he"s the man that tied him up before--while of the other two, one we know had a bad tumble, because we found where he took the ground, and found his horse lamed and with the gold still on its back. I"ll bet that the chap carries marks enough about him to give his game away, even if he can travel all right."
"What about the other?" some one asked.
"He flung the gold away so as to get a lead on Murray and his mate--at least, so Murray said when he came in with the stuff," Peters answered.
Privately he had whispered to Tony an ugly suspicion he had--a suspicion which did not tend for peace of mind, for it was that Murray had in some way been in league with the men who had robbed and fired the store. That was a further irritant, for Tony remembered only too clearly the state of Murray"s horse when he and Peters rode up to Marmot"s, as well as the uneasiness in Murray"s manner when they asked him who he had told of their return. Coming on the top of the other circ.u.mstances, it reduced Tony to a condition of suspecting every one and everything; so he took the first opportunity to ride away to the Flat--to test the greatest of the mysteries first.
Riding slowly, he reached the Flat about noon, his mind brooding over the perplexities which had crowded upon him since his return to Birralong, and his spirits depressed by the mingled doubts that had come to him since he had had time to realize something of the meaning of the story he had heard.
At first he had tried to dismiss it from his mind altogether, telling himself that it was only the ravings of a man delirious at the point of death. But the knowledge that the man had displayed as to incidents and interests in his life, and, above all, the significant hints Nuggan had uttered, all helped to keep his attention on it.
As he approached the boundary fence of the selection where it first touched the road, he caught sight of Taylor, and coo-eed to him. The elder man came towards him as soon as he saw who it was, and Tony dismounted and stood by the fence till he came up.
"Why, Tony, lad, back again? And what luck this time? Did you strike----"
"I want to ask you something," Tony said seriously; and Taylor stopped and looked at him.
"Why, what"s wrong with you, Tony?" he asked. "You look as though--well, I don"t quite know how. You haven"t had fever, or a touch of the sun, or a----"
"No," Tony said, "I haven"t. But I"ve heard something, and I----"
"Ah!" Taylor exclaimed. His wife had been expressing her views strongly and plainly to him as the weeks went by without any signs of Tony"s return, while rumour was busy with the names of Ailleen and d.i.c.kson. "I understand, lad. You come along and see your mother. She"s got it all off by heart, and will talk to you about it. She"ll tell you all you want to know, and more besides."
"I want to hear it from you," Tony answered.
"There"s mighty little I can tell you. It"s all mixed up to me. It wasn"t that way with your mother and me. It was straight out dealing; no side-tracks and cross-tracks. We started right off the reel. I said to her----"
"Who is my mother?"
The question, the tone, the expression of his face and the look in his eyes, made Taylor stare at Tony, speechless for the moment. The question was so unexpected; it brought such a flood of memory into the man"s mind that his slow, heavy wits stood still, and he could only stand staring and gaping at the alert young face.
"Who is my mother?" Tony repeated abruptly.
"Your mother? Why--what"s come over you, lad? Your mother? Why--go on to the house and ask her," Taylor replied, the only idea which came to him being the idea to escape from the difficulty by pa.s.sing it on to some one else. But he was not to escape so easily.
"Am I your son?" Tony asked.
"My son? Why--my son? Ain"t your name Taylor? Ain"t you always--what"s up with you? Who"s been--you haven"t--what"s put that in your head?"
Tony leaned his arms on the top rail of the fence and looked away across the paddock. It was a simple question to answer, he told himself--a simple question for this man above all others to answer; but instead of doing so, he hesitated and was confused.
"I"ve heard--something," he said quietly. Now that he was face to face with the mystery, he lost his irritation and impatience. It was all true, he told himself. There was something which had been kept from him; something which Ailleen had learned and resented; something which----"I"ve heard something," he repeated, checking his thoughts. "I came straight to you to ask if it were true. If it were not, you need not--you would have said so."
"I don"t know what you"ve heard," Taylor said slowly. "I don"t know, and I don"t care; for I ain"t a man to catch an idea quick like. But I"ll tell you this: you"d never have heard it from me--never. You"d have lived and died as you"ve been, just as if I"d been your father."
"Then you are not?" Tony exclaimed, turning on the man with a fierce earnestness.
"No, Tony, I ain"t; but you"d never have heard it from me save this way.
And now you know--well, it don"t make no difference. You"re just as you always have been--no more, no less. I"d never have told you, nor would your----" he stopped as he realized that the word which was on his tongue no longer applied.
"My--my mother," Tony said, with a different ring in his voice and a different look in his eyes.
"No, lad--no! "Tain"t that way," Taylor exclaimed warmly. "She"s been your mother--and more maybe."
The dull wits for once acted quickly, and into Taylor"s mind there came on the moment the memory of that night a score of years ago, when he saw his wife clutch the nameless babe and clasp it to her bosom, and the same fling of memory brought back also the building of the slim rail fence round the little mound in the corner of the paddock--the fence that was never without a trailing, flowering vine growing over it--and the dull, prosaic mind tried to understand something of the beauty and the glamour of it, but only grew more confused under the spell of unfamiliar emotion.
"You should have left it as it was, lad; you should have left it as it was," he mumbled. "Where"s the good of stirring it up now? It"s twenty years and more ago."
"It"s _now_ to me--now and always," Tony answered. "And I want to know it all--everything."
Taylor wondered. Should he tell the story in his own heavy fashion, or go and ask his wife to tell it? There was no sense in keeping it a secret any more now, but he remembered his wife"s words of twenty years before, "No one shall take him from me; no one--never."
"We"ll go and ask the missus," he said; and together they walked to the house, silent.
At the door Mrs. Taylor met them. Before she could speak Taylor interposed.
"He"s heard something of the yarn, and wants to know the facts," he said; "so we came along to you."
Taking the remark to apply to what she herself had in her mind, Mrs.
Taylor put her hand on Tony"s arm and smiled.
"Why, there"s nothing to fret about," she said. "It isn"t your loss; it"s hers, if she"s that sort of girl. Let her please herself, I say; and if she"s fool enough----"
""Tain"t that," Taylor exclaimed. "It"s--that chap who came here years ago has been around, or the yarn has, and Tony"s heard it, and wants----now then, here, hold up!" he broke off, as Mrs. Taylor, taken terribly aback, looked from one to the other with startled eyes.