"My opinion is," said the adviser, bluntly, "my opinion is, that the man was a fool, and didn"t tell ye the truth nuther, and I"d give damages agin him, for being such a fool."
This opinion was so crushing to Gabriel that he turned hopelessly away.
Nevertheless, in his present state of mind, he could not refrain from pushing his inquiries further, and in a general conversation which took place at Briggs"s store, in the afternoon, among a group of smokers, Gabriel artfully introduced the subject of courtship and marriage.
"Thar"s different ways of getting at the feelin"s of a woman," said the oracular Johnson, after a graphic statement of his own method of ensnaring the affections of a former sweetheart, "thar"s different ways jest as thar"s different men and women in the world. One man"s way won"t do with some wimmen. But thar"s one way ez is pretty sure to fetch "em allers. That is, to play off indifferent--to never let on ye like "em!
To kinder look arter them in a gin"ral sort o" way, pretty much as Gabe thar looks arter the sick!--but not to say anythin" particler. To make them understand that they"ve got to do all the courtin", ef thar"s enny to be done. What"s the matter, Gabe, ye ain"t goin"?"
Gabriel, who had risen in great uneasiness, muttered something about "its being time to go home," and then sat down again, looking at Johnson in fearful fascination.
"That kind o" thing is pretty sure to fetch almost enny woman,"
continued Johnson, "and a man ez does it orter be looked arter. It orter be put down by law. It"s tamperin", don"t yer see, with the holiest affections. Sich a man orter be spotted wharever found."
"But mebbe the man don"t mean anythin"--mebbe it"s jest his way,"
suggested Gabriel, ruefully, looking around in the faces of the party, "mebbe he don"t take to wimmen and marriage nat"ral, and it"s jest his way."
"Way be blowed!" said the irate Johnson, scornfully. "Ketch him, indeed!
It"s jest the artfullest kind o" artfulness. It"s jest begging on a full hand."
Gabriel rose slowly, and, resisting any further attempts to detain him, walked to the door, and, after a remark on the threatening nature of the weather, delivered in a manner calculated to impress his audience with his general indifference to the subject then under discussion, melted dejectedly away into the driving rain that had all day swept over One Horse Gulch, and converted its one long narrow street into a ditch of turbulent yellow water.
"Thet Gabe seems to be out o" sorts to-day," said Johnson. "I heerd Lawyer Maxwell asking arter him this morning; I reckon thar"s suthin"
up! Gabe ain"t a bad sort of chap. Hezen"t got enny too much _sabe_ about him, but he"s mighty good at looking arter sick folks, and thet kind o" man"s a power o" use in this camp. Hope thar ain"t anything ez will interfere with his sphere o" usefulness."
"May be a woman sc.r.a.pe," suggested Briggs. "He seemed sort o" bound up in what you was saying about women jest now. Thar is folks round yer,"
said Briggs, dropping his voice and looking about him, "ez believes that that yer Olly, which he lets on to be his sister, to be actooally his own child. No man would tote round a child like that, and jest bind himself up in her, and give up wimmen and whisky, and keerds, and kempeny, ef it wasn"t his own. Thet ain"t like brothers in my part of the country."
"It"s a mighty queer story he tells, ennyways--all this yer stuff about Starvation Camp and escapin"," suggested another. "I never did, somehow, take enny stock in that."
"Well, it"s his own look out," concluded Johnson. "It"s nothin" to me.
Ef I"ve been any service to him pintin" out sick people, and kinder makin" suggestions here and thar, how he should look arter them, he"s welcome to it. I don"t go back on my record, if he hez got into trouble."
"And I"m sure," said Briggs, "if I did allow him to come in here and look arter thet sick Mexican, it ain"t for me to be expected to look after his moril character too." But here the entrance of a customer put a stop to further criticism.
Meanwhile the unfortunate subject of this discussion, by clinging close to the walls of houses, had avoided the keen blast that descended from the mountain, and had at last reached the little trail that led through the gulch to his cabin on the opposite hill-side. Here Gabriel hesitated. To follow that trail would lead him past the boarding-house of Mrs. Markle. In the light of the baleful counsel he had just received, to place himself as soon again in the way of danger seemed to him to be only a provocation of fate. That the widow and Sal might swoop down upon him as he pa.s.sed, and compel him to enter; that the spectacle of his pa.s.sing without a visit might superinduce instant hysterics on the part of the widow, appeared to his terror-stricken fancy as almost a certainty. The only other way home was by a circuitous road along the ridge of the hill, at least three miles farther. Gabriel did not hesitate long, but began promptly to ascend the hill. This was no easy task in the face of a strong gale and torrents of beating rain, but the overcoming of physical difficulties by the exercise of his all conquering muscles, and the fact that he was doing something, relieved his mind of its absurd terrors. When he had reached the summit he noticed for the first time the full power of those subtle agencies that had been silently at work during the last week"s steady rain. A thin trickling mountain rill where he had two weeks before slaked his thirst during a ramble with Olly, was now transformed into a roaring cataract; the brook that they had leaped across was now a swollen river. There were slowly widening pools in the valleys, darkly glancing sheets of water on the distant plains, and a monotonous rush and gurgle always in the air. It was half an hour later, and two miles farther on his rough road, that he came in view of the narrow precipitous gorge through which the Wingdam stage pa.s.sed on its way from Marysville. As he approached nearer he could see that the little mountain stream which ran beside the stage road had already slightly encroached upon the road-bed, and that here and there the stage road itself was lost in drifts of standing water. "It will be pretty rough drivin" up that canon," said Gabriel to himself as he thought of the incoming Wingdam stage, now nearly due; "mighty onpleasant and risky with narvous leaders, but thar"s worse things than that in this yer world," he meditated, as his mind reverted again to Mrs. Markle, "and ef I could change places with Yuba Bill, and get on that box and Olly inside--I"d do it!"
But just then the reservoir of the Wingdam ditch came in view on the hill beside him, and with it a revelation that in a twinkling displaced Mrs. Markle, and seemed almost to change the man"s entire nature! What was it? Apparently nothing to the eye of the ordinary traveller. The dam was full, and through a cut-off the overplus water was escaping with a roar. Nothing more? Yes--to an experienced eye the escaping water was not abating the quant.i.ty in the dam. Was that all? No! Halfway down the rudely constructed _adobe_ bank of the dam, the water was slowly oozing and trickling through a slowly-widening crevice, over the rocks above the gorge and stage road below! The wall of the dam was giving way! To tear off coat and all impeding garments, to leap from rock to rock, and boulder to boulder, hanging on by slippery chimisal and the decayed roots of trees; to reach at the risk of life and limb the canon below, and then to run at the highest speed to warn the incoming stage of the danger before it should enter the narrow gorge, was only the resolve and action of a brave man. But to do this without the smallest waste of strength that ought to be preserved, to do this with the greatest economy of force, to do this with the agility and skill of a mountaineer, and the reserved power of a giant; to do this with a will so simple, direct, and unhesitating, that the action appeared to have been planned and rehea.r.s.ed days before, instead of being the resolution of the instant,--this belonged to Gabriel Conroy! And to have seen him settle into a long swinging trot, and to have observed his calm, grave, earnest, but unexcited face, and quiet, steadfast eye, you would have believed him some healthy giant simply exercising himself.
He had not gone half a mile before his quick ear caught a dull sound and roar of advancing water. Yet even then he only slightly increased his steady stride, as if he had been quickened and followed by his trainer rather than by approaching Death. At the same moment there was a quick rattle and clatter in the road ahead--a halt, and turning back, for Gabriel"s warning shout had run before him like a bullet. But it was too late. The roaring water behind him struck him and bore him down, and the next instant swept the coach and horses a confused, struggling, black ma.s.s, against the rocky walls of the canon. And then it was that the immense reserved strength of Gabriel came into play. Set upon by the almost irresistible volume of water, he did not waste his power in useless opposition, but allowed himself to be swept hither and thither until he touched a branch of chimisal that depended from the canon side.
Seizing it with one sudden and mighty effort, he raised himself above the sweep and suction of the boiling flood. The coach was gone; where it had stood a few black figures struggled, swirled, and circled. One of them was a woman. In an instant Gabriel plunged into the yellow water. A few strokes brought him to her side; in another moment he had encircled her waist with his powerful arm and lifted her head above the surface, when he was seized by two despairing arms from the other side. Gabriel did not shake them off. "Take hold of me lower down and I"ll help ye both," he shouted, as he struck out with his only free arm for the chimisal. He reached it; drew himself up so that he could grasp it with his teeth, and then, hanging on by his jaw, raised his two clinging companions beside him. They had barely grasped it, when another ominous roar was heard below, and another wall of yellow water swept swiftly up the canon. The chimisal began to yield to their weight. Gabriel dug his fingers into the soil about its roots, clutched the jagged edges of a rock beneath, and threw his arm about the woman, pressing her closely to the face of the wall. As the wave swept over them, there was a sudden despairing cry, a splash, and the man was gone. Only Gabriel and the woman remained. They were safe, but for the moment only. Gabriel"s left hand grasping an insecure projection, was all that sustained their united weight. Gabriel, for the first time, looked down upon the woman.
Then he said hesitatingly--
"Kin ye hold yourself a minnit?"--"Yes."
Even at that critical moment some occult quality of sweetness in her voice thrilled him.
"Lock your hands together hard, and sling "em over my neck." She did so.
Gabriel freed his right hand. He scarcely felt the weight thus suddenly thrown upon his shoulders, but cautiously groped for a projection on the rock above. He found it, raised himself by a supreme effort, until he secured a foothold in the hole left by the uprooted chimisal bush. Here he paused.
"Kin ye hang on a minnit longer?"
"Go on," she said.
Gabriel went on. He found another projection, and another, and gradually at last reached a ledge a foot wide, near the top of the cliff. Here he paused. It was the woman"s turn to speak.
"Can you climb to the top?" she asked.
"Yes--if you"----
"Go on," she said, simply.
Gabriel continued the ascent cautiously. In a few minutes he had reached the top. Here her hands suddenly relaxed their grasp; she would have slipped to the ground had not Gabriel caught her by the waist, lifted her in his arms, and borne her to a spot where a fallen pine-tree had carpeted and cushioned the damp ground with its withered ta.s.sels. Here he laid her down with that exquisite delicacy and tenderness of touch which was so habitual to him in his treatment of all helplessness as to be almost unconscious. But she thanked him, with such a graceful revelation of small white teeth, and such a singular look out of her dark grey eyes, that he could not help looking at her again. She was a small light-haired woman, tastefully and neatly dressed, and of a type and cla.s.s unknown to him. But for her smile, he would not have thought her pretty. But even with that smile on her face, she presently paled and fainted. At the same moment Gabriel heard the sound of voices, and, looking up, saw two of the pa.s.sengers, who had evidently escaped by climbing the cliff, coming towards them. And then--I know not how to tell it--but a sudden and awe-inspiring sense of his ambiguous and peculiar situation took possession of him. What would they think of it?
Would they believe his statement? A sickening recollection of the late conversation at Brigg"s returned to him; the indignant faces of the gaunt Sal and the plump Mrs. Markle were before him; even the questioning eyes of little Olly seemed to pierce his inmost soul, and alas! this hero, the victorious giant, turned and fled.
CHAPTER V.
SIMPLICITY _versus_ SAGACITY.
When Gabriel reached his home it was after dark, and Olly was anxiously waiting to receive him.
"You"re wet all through, you awful Gabe, and covered with mud into the bargain. Go and change your clothes, or you"ll get your death, as sure as you"re a born sinner!"
The tone and manner in which this was uttered was something unusual with Olly, but Gabriel was too glad to escape further questioning to criticise or rebuke it. But when he had reappeared from behind the screen with dry clothes, he was surprised to observe by the light of the newly-lit candle that Olly herself had undergone since morning a decided change in her external appearance. Not to speak alone of an unusual cleanliness of face and hands, and a certain attempt at confining her yellow curls with a vivid pink ribbon, there was an unwonted neatness in her attire, and some essay at adornment in a faded thread-lace collar which she had found among her mother"s "things" in the family bag, and a purple neck-ribbon.
"It seems to me," said the delighted Gabriel, "that somebody else hez been dressin" up and makin" a toylit, sence I"ve been away. Hev you been in the ditches agin, Olly?"
"No," said Olly, with some dignity of manner, as she busied herself in setting the table for supper.
"But I reckon I never seen ye look so peart afore, Olly; who"s been here?" he added, with a sudden alarm.
"n.o.body," said Olly; "I reckon some folks kin get along and look decent without the help of other folks, leastways of Susan Markle."
At this barbed arrow Gabriel winced slightly. "See yer, Olly," said Gabriel, "ye mustn"t talk thet way about thet woman. You"re only a chile--and ef yer brother did let on to ye, in confidence, certing things ez a brother may say to his sister, ye oughtn"t say anythin"
about it."
"Say anythin"!" echoed Olly, scornfully; "do you think I"d ever let on to thet woman ennything? Ketch me!"
Gabriel looked up at his sister in awful admiration, and felt at the depths of his conscience-stricken and self-deprecatory nature that he didn"t deserve so brave a little defender. For a moment he resolved to tell her the truth, but a fear of Olly"s scorn and a desire to bask in the sunshine of her active sympathy withheld him. "Besides," he added to himself, in a single flash of self-satisfaction, "this yer thing may be the makin" o" thet gal yet. Look at thet collar, Gabriel! look at thet hair, Gabriel! all your truth-tellin" never fetched outer thet purty child what thet one yarn did."
Nevertheless, as Gabriel sat down to his supper he was still haunted by the ominous advice and counsel he had heard that day. When Olly had finished her meal, he noticed that she had forborne, evidently at great personal sacrifice, to sop the frying-pan with her bread. He turned to her gravely--
"Ef you wus ever asked, Olly, ef I had been sweet upon Mrs. Markle, wot would ye say?"
"Say," said Olly savagely, "I"d say that if there ever was a woman ez had run arter a man with less call to do it--it was Mrs. Markle--that same old disgustin" Susan Markle. Thet"s wot I"d say, and I"d say it--to her face! Gabe, see here!"
"Well," said the delighted Gabriel.