"It turneth away discussion o" ladies" gownds."
"Lard! I don"t discuss "em to excess. Noticed hern--its upper works--an"
a flounce or two--an" sort o" wondered as to the rest of it, how much water it"s a-drawin". Anything li-bell-ious about that?"
"No, considerin" the source."
Ned slipped from the bench to go, but Watson looked back with a light beckon of the head and he turned to the wheel. Thence he glanced down over the breast-board, over the forward eaves of the texas, down to the skylight roof and upon several persons. First, the boat"s commander. He was leaving his seat at the approach, from the head of a boiler-deck stair, of Madame Hayle and the doctor. On the skylight roof, near the bell, were the two players, just greeting Hugh as from the other side he reached the deck and stepped up to their level. On the same roof, midway between these and the front of the texas, were the squire"s sister and her husband returning from their search for shade. And lastly, close after them, came Ramsey, a source of general astonishment. For the gown she was in and whose lower possibilities had aroused Ned"s avowed and Watson"s concealed interest was her mother"s and swept the deck.
Madame Hayle grew more beautiful as with a play of indignation which wholly failed to disguise her pleasure she cried: "By what _per_-mission? by what _per_-mission have you pud--my--clothes?"
The girl would have flown to her arms but the doctor forbade, and for second choice she set up a dainty tripping to and fro athwartships; dipping, rising, skipping, swaying, bridling, like a mocking-bird on a garden wall. It made Ned and Watson themselves worth seeing.
Professional dignity set their faces like granite though every vein seethed with a riot of laughter. But the laughter"s chief cause was not Ramsey.
"Look at Hugh," muttered Watson, gently drawing down the wheel for the _Votaress_ to sweep round into a northward reach at whose head Natchez Island would presently show itself. To look at Hugh took nerve, but in a moment----
"Look at her," said Ned.... "There! she tipped her nose at him!"
"She didn"t!"
"She did. Wats", yo" game ain"t never goin" to work."
"Ned, y"ain"t got the sense of a loon."
"Well, I swear I"ve got more"n Hugh--or her."
XXVIII
WORDS AND THE "WESTWOOD"
Down on the roof, while Ramsey"s mother started with the physician around the skylights for the texas, and Hugh and Gilmore conversed with the captain, Mrs. Gilmore, her hands on Ramsey, said to madame:
"I want her now, to begin to make ready for tomorrow evening. My dear"--to the girl--"I"ve a dozen dresses that will become you better than this one."
"Long?" cried Ramsey. "I"ll take the lot!" She felt Hugh distantly looking and listening.
"We won"t trade on Sunday," laughed Mrs. Gilmore; "but you mustn"t"--scanning her approvingly--"ever put on a short dress again."
"Ho-oh, I never will!" said Ramsey, with a toss meant for Hugh, who went by, hurrying aft to meet a newcomer. She started after him. Madame Hayle, in that direction, had gone into the sick-room, whence Ramsey"s brother Julian, with barely a word to his mother, had come out. Stepping down into the narrow walk between the roofs of cabin and pantry and glancing over his shoulder upon the company about the bell, he winced at sight of his sister"s attire. Yet he kept his course and was well started aft before he saw that he was being met by some one in the narrow way, and by whom but Marburg. It was that alien whom Hugh was hastening to reach and on whom Ramsey was staring. He had come up from the engine room through the steward"s department, by the unguarded route which Basile"s ascent had revealed, and now came face to face with a foe where there was room only for friends to meet and pa.s.s. So said the eyes of each to each, but just then a quick footfall on the cabin roof, behind and somewhat above him, caused Julian to face round and he confronted Hugh.
"Mr. Hayle," was Hugh"s word, "what will you have, sir?"
"Nothing, sir, of you! What will _you_ have of _me_, sir?"
Ramsey glided by both and halted before the exile, whose scowl vanished in a look so grateful and supplicating that her words, clearly meant to justify his presence, caught in her throat: "What will you--have, sir?
My mother?--back again?--and the doctor?"
"Yes," he replied, and then added in German with an anguish of gesture which was ample interpretation, "yes, for _my_ mother! for my little brother! Ah, G.o.d! he is not dead! He is yet alive! His arms are as supple as _these_. There is color still in his cheeks!"
She stood dumb with horror. Yet she woke to action as, close beside her, she heard her brother snarl at Hugh:
"I"ll go where I please! Who stops me, G.o.d pity him!"
She dropped nimbly from the skylights" overhang to the alien"s level and with looks as beseeching as his waved him back a step. Then with the same mute entreaty she faced Julian and Hugh. But there was a ludicrous contrast, visible to all, between Hugh"s phlegm and her brother"s pomp, and by a flash of feminine instinct she divined the best mood with which to match it. Grimly elated, Hugh saw what was coming. Julian saw, and groaned a wearied wrath. The captain, the commodore--for the commodore had returned--the Gilmores, the Yazoo couple, the pilots overhead, all waited with lively and knowing gaze. She went limp, hid her face, swayed, sank to one knee, and filled the whole width of the narrow pa.s.sage with arms and draperies, the meanwhile breaking into a laugh so wholly soliloqual that the two players became learners. But again she sprang erect and had hardly thrown her curls back from her blushing face when her mother, the bishop, and the doctor stepped from the sick-room, and madame addressed the immigrant:
"Ah, ritturn, if you ple-ease. Me, I am ritturning!"
"Yes," chimed the bishop and the doctor; "yes, at once!" and the exile, with pleading looks to Ramsey, to the others by turn and to her again, went below. Madame and the physician began to follow.
"How"s Lucian?" called Ramsey after them.
"Getting well," replied both. They pa.s.sed behind the wheel-house and only the pilots knew that at its corner Madame Hayle stopped where she could still see and hear. All others kept their eyes on Julian, who was in a redder heat than ever, and on Hugh, who was addressing him in a depth of tone that amused the Gilmores almost as keenly as it did Ramsey, who had rejoined them at his back. Suddenly he faced around.
"If Miss Hayle," he said, "would as soon go below----"
Miss Hayle sang her reply, bugled it: "She would no-ot."
Hugh stepped down into her brother"s path and faced him again: "You have written your father a letter----"
Julian"s head flew up but bent in slow avowal.
"To be put aboard the _Antelope_," pursued Hugh----
The head went higher: "Well, sir?"
"To outrun this boat."
"And--if--I--have, sir?"
"Why, yes," murmured the squire"s brother-in-law and sister, to the Gilmores, "suppose he has?"
"So have I," said Hugh to Julian. He glanced up to the Yazoo couple and then to the bishop self-isolated near the sick-room door. Ramsey and the couple laughed. Hugh turned her way again: "If Miss Hayle----"
"She wouldn"t," said Ramsey, laughing more.
"Well, sir!" drawled the waiting Julian, to Hugh.
Hugh waved a hand toward the bishop: "That gentleman has risked his life for your sick brother."
"Yes," said Ramsey. The bishop scowled up the river. Julian scowled at Hugh.
"Well, sir?" he once more challenged.
"He was told he was wanted as a minister," said Hugh.
"_Well, sir?_"