Hugh laughed--a laugh so hearty it might have been the brick-top"s own.
The texas tender enjoyed it as he bore a tray of dishes from the room of the twins. Down beyond the bell it drew the father"s smile and up at the wheel the stoical gaze of Watson. Half of it was for the exhorter and half for a newcomer at tardy sight of whom the exhorter paled, certain that he had been overheard.
"Oh!" he cried, "I ain"t meant no offence to n.o.body naw tuck none!" and eagerly followed the commodore"s beckon to go below with him and the nurse. Hugh, still smiling, met the blazing stare of Julian Hayle.
"Good morning," he said, while Hayle was inquiring:
"May I again ask of you a word in private?"
"Oh, this is private enough," said Hugh. "Every private word I"ve had with you so far, or with your--coterie, has been so unsatisfactory to you--and them, and so tiresome to everybody, I can"t see why you should want another. My friend----"
"We are not friends, sir."
"Well, then, let"s make friends. Here"s my hand. I"m utterly ashamed of this miserable little spat."
Hayle folded his arms. "You"ll find it life-size before we"re done."
"Nonsense! it"s too small for words, private or otherwise. Let"s end it, for that reason if for no better."
"That"s not your reason, sir. You have another."
"Yes, I simply can"t quarrel with you."
"You--crawling--poltroon!"
Hugh"s smile vanished at last. He gulped as though a wave had gone over him. But he remembered his father. Beyond doubt his father had heard. He glanced down to him, and what he saw was worth a year of commonplace experience. The father had heard, yet he sat at ease, his knees crossed and his gaze out forward on the boat"s course. Watson--but what could Watson matter then? Hugh"s eyes burned big on Hayle, his voice deepened, his words came slow. "We can"t fight here and now. I can only put you ash.o.r.e. Don"t make me do that. There"s trouble enough on this boat as it is. You"re having your share. Mr. Hayle, I fear--though I don"t know--that Basile has the cholera."
"d.a.m.n him and it! You wouldn"t fight me if you could."
"True."
"Why? On your father"s account--and his father"s?"
"On everybody"s. Your own father"s. Your mother"s."
"My sister"s?" The question was a threatening sneer.
"Yes, sir." The breakfast bell rang merrily below and Hugh turned to leave. Julian blazed out in curses:
"I forbid you "that young lady"s" company henceforth!"
"And that"s the private word you had for me?"
"Yes, d.a.m.n you! I know who sat up late last night. If you do it again I"ll shoot you right on this boat!"
"My private word for you, Mr. Hayle, isn"t as public as that. Only I and the texas tender know it."
"Most fitting partnership!"
"No, it was entirely his own enterprise. While you and your brother were getting your information from him he got your weapons from both of you.
I have them in the clerk"s safe."
x.x.xIV
THE PEACEMAKERS
Some four of the _Votaress"s_ "family," one seated, three standing at ease, were allowing their mild, slow conversation its haphazard way under barely enough constraint to hold it in the channel of discretion.
It drifted as unpretentiously as a raft or flatboat, now and then merely floating without progress, like a floating alligator; that is, with one small eye imperceptibly open to every point of the compa.s.s.
He who sat was the first clerk, a man of thirty-seven or so, and therefore, as age then counted, fairly started on the decline of life.
He occupied the high stool in the clerk"s office, his limp back against its standing desk. Nearest him the second clerk, standing, leaned on an elbow thrown out upon the desk and rested one foot on a rung of the stool. A second clerk might do that; a third or "mud" clerk would hardly have made so free. The youthful mud clerk, with his hat under his folded arms, leaned on the jamb of a door that let back into the clerks"
stateroom. Opposite him the youngest of the four, latest come among them, stood out in the cabin and hung in over the broad window counter, across which the office did business with the world. Watson"s "cub pilot" he was, on the sick list, thin and weak with swamp-fever.
The forenoon watch was half gone. The boat was fluttering along at high speed under a bright but fickle sky, and the clerks and the "cub" hardly needed to glance out the nearest larboard window to know that she was already turning northward into a pleasant piece of river called Nine Mile Reach. A certain Point Lookout was some five miles behind in the east, and the town of Providence, negligibly small, with Lake Providence, an old cut-off, hid in the woods behind it, was close ahead.
One of the number mentioned the boat"s failure during the night to make the miles expected of her, but the four agreed that the cause was not any lack of speed power but an overplus of landings below Vicksburg--two being for burials--and a long delay at Vicksburg itself, providing for the sick.
This explanation, the second clerk said, had been as gratifying to the planter of Milliken"s Bend and his "lady" as their not having to be called up before day. They had taken breakfast in the general company, which, with the commodore at one end of the cabin and Hugh at the other, had sat down when Old River and the mouth of the Yazoo were on the starboard bow, and had risen while pa.s.sing My Wife"s Island. Finally they had gone ash.o.r.e in great elation, thanking Hugh with high voices and fervent hand-shakings, and his father with wavings from the bank to the roof, for the "most delightful trip anybody ever made"; careless as infants of the hundreds of strangers gazing on them, both native and alien, both woe-stricken and self-content, and, even when the great wheels were backing the boat away, calling fond messages to Hugh for the still invisible "Miss Ramsey" as if she were in his exclusive keeping and all those strangers were trees.
So recounted the second clerk, not to criticise such innocent disdain of the public eye and ear--to him an every-day sight--but with a feeling for the picturesque and in mild humor making the point that such messages, so given, were hardly calculated to make life easier for Hugh.
The mud clerk and the cub pilot grunted their accord yet privately envied Hugh. To be message bearer to that young lady would have been rapture to either of them under whatever hardness or peril of life, the more the better. Oddly enough, with Milliken"s Bend now forty miles astern the messages had not been delivered.
"No fault of his," said the first clerk, the second said no, and the mud clerk and the cub loyally echoed them. For they knew, at least the three clerks knew, always knew, not by flat inquiry but by trained perceptions and the alligator"s eye, whatever was going on in each and every part of the boat. Indeed, the boat"s news naturally flowed to them; flowed to and ran forth again from them, aerated and cleansed, as normally as blood to and from the breast of a strong man. By the sound of the steam they knew the water was right in the boilers. By the rhythm of the machinery they knew all was right in the engine room. They could have said, nearly enough, how soon the boat would have to stop again for wood. To them the quiet of the populous boiler deck, where nearly every man sat reading some stale newspaper of Louisville, Saint Louis, or Cincinnati--brought aboard from the Vicksburg wharf-boat--was informational, witnessing a general resigned admission that there was already "trouble enough." Of three notables not there they knew that one, the bishop, was in his berth, very weary, and that the senator and the general had been for some time with Hayle"s twins. They could have greeted every cabin pa.s.senger by name. They knew who were filling the places lately vacated at the ladies" table, whose was each ubiquitous child selling tickets for the appointed "show," and whose each private servant, however rarely seen: not such as old Joy merely, but the senator"s black Cato, the general"s yellow Tom, Mrs. Gilmore"s theatrically handsome Harriet, or the nearly as white Dora of the young lady from Napoleon. And they knew well that the non-delivery of those messages was no fault of Hugh"s.
Miss Ramsey was up, yes; but she had breakfasted in seclusion and was then in a small under-cabin for ladies" maids, close beneath the main one, rehearsing with Mrs. Gilmore and others. Gilmore had been coaching them but was now momentarily out on the boiler deck. Through the extensive gla.s.s of the cabin"s front they could see him standing before a knot of men: John the Baptist and the man with the eagle eye and the man with the eye of a stallion and the man who knew so slap-bang that the Hayles and Courteneys had all but locked horns when the _Quakeress_ burned. They were the only exponents of unrest out there and only the actor wore an air both spirited and kind. No one in the office openly kept an eye on the outer group. In there the gossip lingered on Hugh.
Hugh had plenty, it was agreed, of the Courteney stuff and something besides which these four hoped was the very thing with which to meet this new phase so plainly at hand in the Hayle-Courteney contest.
Suddenly the first clerk looked straight out on Gilmore, so obviously at bay, and murmured to the cub pilot: "Go, bring him." While the cub went, the clerk spoke on. Hugh, he said, would one day be the best-liked of his name.
In kindly dissent the second clerk shook his head, but the first would have it so. The liking might be slow coming, he allowed, because of Hugh"s oddities, but in the end men would like even the oddities.
The mud clerk named one as if he liked it: "When he"s by himself he"s got the iron-est phiz----"
The second clerk laughed his appreciation. "And when he"s poked up," he said, "it gets ironer and ironer."
"It"ll need to mighty soon," observed the first clerk.
"When he runs into Gid Hayle," said the second.
The actor came. His pleased manner was more thankful than inquiring and he insisted on remaining outside the window shelf with the cub.
"Mr. Gilmore," said the first clerk gravely, "we thought you might condescend to inspect our ceiling decorations through fresh foliage."
The player looked puzzled an instant but a smell of mint from the bar cleared his mental vision. Yet again he declined. Later in the day he shouldn"t be so coy, he admitted, but one oughtn"t to take too long a running start for his jump into bed.
"No, he _might_ get there too soon," said the clerk. "My boys, sir, want to ask you a riddle. You know Gid Hayle. How can his daughter, here, be just like him for all the world and yet those twins be just like him for all the same identical world, too?"