"Well put!" was the prompt rejoinder. "My wife and I have been toying with that riddle these twenty-four hours. Those brothers are Gideon Hayle"s sons if ever a man had sons; that daughter is his from the ground up; yet the two and the one are as unlike as night and noon."
The clerks and cub pilot agreed so approvingly that the actor, lover of lines, was inspired to go on at more length. He remarked, in effect, that he had never seen so striking an instance of a parent"s natural traits growing into--blemishes--in one inheritor and into graces in another. Yet to know Gideon Hayle was to read the riddle. As quick to anger as his sons, as full of mirth as his daughter; open-hearted, wrong-headed, generous, tyrannous, valorous, contemptuous of all book wisdom yet an incessant, keen inquirer with a fantastical explanation of his own for everything in nature, science, politics, or religion.
Implacable in his prejudices, he----
"Yes," interrupted the first clerk, with amazing irrelevancy, "but a man of Henry Clay"s experience ought to have known better. Kossuth is a gentleman who--well, general, how are you now? Mr. Gilmore, you know the general? Senator, you know Mr. Gilmore?"
"a.s.suredly!" The condescending senator had known Mr. Gilmore, "a day by contact but long by fame."
The general was civil but not suave. He remembered the player"s hard names for the committee"s dead scheme. "Taking care of Henry Clay, too, sir?" he asked him. "With so many pleasanter cares"--that meant Ramsey--"you might let Henry Clay take care of himself."
"That"s something," put in the second clerk, flushing defensively, while the senator, with cigar c.o.c.ked one way and his silk hat another, drew Gilmore aside, "that"s something Henry Clay never does."
"Right, young man. He merely tries. Th-there"s no one in the nation has t-tried harder or f-failed worse!"
The youth turned to his work at the high desk. "Sir," said the general to the first clerk, who rose, "the senator and I have been up to your texas----"
"Contrary to orders," mildly said the first clerk.
"I admit it, sir, but our intentions were only th-the k-kindest. It seems to us, sir, or to me--us or me, sir, as you will--that th-those sons of our old friend Hayle are not getting justice."
"They ought to be mighty glad of that, general."
"S-s-sir, they"d rather have it! We admit, of course,--we or I--I, if you prefer, sir, or if the senator prefers--I admit they are not unbia.s.sed."
"No, I admit they"re not."
"Th-they are supe-perbly stiff-necked and illogical young barons from four centuries back, sir, without a f-f-fault that isn"t a v-v-virtue overdrawn--or out of date."
The speaker turned to the actor and senator and they to him: "If those boys have the pride of L-l-lucifer, Mr. Gilmore, they have also his intrep-idity. Th-they may be as high-headed as giraffes, sir, but they"re as s-s-straightf-f-forward as a charging bull! Mr. clerk, the splendid surge of their imp-pulses should excuse their f-f-foibles even if their s-s-souls were _not_ wr-wri-writhing under the lash of a new whip on old sores, sir."
"Will you just make that a little clearer, general?"
"I will," softly put in the senator--"by your leave, general?"
With limp majesty the general waved permission.
"All for peace, however," said the senator smilingly to the clerk.
"There"s been enough strife."
"Never saw so much aboard boat," said the clerk.
"Well,"--statesman and clerk laid elbows on the shelf and dropped their voices while the actor and the general drew a step aside,--"this thing can be settled only by the right friends and it"s now or never." The two exchanged a look but the clerk was mute and the senator spoke on: "You"ve heard of Dan Hayle--and the girl Phyllis, hmm?"
"I was first clerk on the _Quakeress_ when she burned."
"Why, so you _was_. These twins believe, bitterly, that in that mysterious disaster all due search for their uncle was neglected to save the captain"s son and that the girl and Dan Hayle were never fully accounted for."
"Shucks! Why--Dan--it was I found Dan"s body."
"Yes, but they call it an outrage for him to have been there at all; to give him the wheel and take her aboard on the same trip."
"_Law"_! what did she count, with him about to marry?"
"Why, they think that for that very reason John Courteney let his wife--from Philadelphia, you know--abolitionist--bring the girl and Dan together, hoping he"d either set her free or else skip the wedding and somehow disgrace the whole Hayle family. Just those boys" guess but--they believe it. What they _see_ is a Hayle killed and no one killed for him."
"Oh, we settled that with their dad ten years ago."
"They say not. And, really, you know, some of the liveliest feuds along this river are founded on less cause. Gid Hayle, they claim, couldn"t bring the Courteneys to law at the time because the only men he had to back him were his two in-laws. Now these twins are men and they feel honor-bound to throw down--no, to take up--the gage, thrown down to them every hour they"ve been on this boat."
"Shoo! They"ve been treated only too well."
"Tactfully, do you think?"
"Depends on what you call tact. Ordinary tact"s the worst thing you could throw at "em." The clerk spoke with both eyes on the general and the actor. His fellow clerk, second clerk, had nudged him. The general was raising his voice to the actor.
"They f-forbid your lady to chaperon their sister, since you both, last evening, all-llowed young Courteney to give her his account of the b-urning of the _Quakeress_."
"General!" the smiling senator cautioned him, "privately, if you please!
more privately!"
But the soldier persisted. "Th-they even suspect you, sir, of s-s-piriting off to Canada their s-s-lave p-roperty, missing after that event."
"Why, gentlemen," began the player, looking very professional but also very handsome, and with a flash of annoyance only when he noticed that the exhorter had joined the group, "I never in my--nonsense! fantastical nonsense! Why, I"ll be--I"ll see you later! At present, as I"ve already said, I"m overdue at that rehearsal."
"Yes, Mr. Gilmore," said the first clerk, "you are."
"A moment," interposed the senator. "Purely in the interest of peace, Mr. Gilmore----"
"Oh, senator," the actor amiably laughed, "I don"t question your good-will, or the general"s; but you don"t know, either of you, the interest of peace when you run against it--pardon! I take that back. My annoyance, at quite another thing, flew off the handle. I take it back.
Excuse me, I"ll make it a point to see you later." The three bowed. As he started away the exhorter blocked his path.
"Excuse _me_," said the zealot. "Fust tell us: Ef ye _mowt_ sperit a niggeh off to Canady would ye aw wouldn"t ye?"
For an instant the player stood mute and then he said only, in a preoccupied tone: "Please let me pa.s.s." But at the same time he laid his unexpected left hand lightly on the questioner and by some stage trick sent him stumbling aside along a line of chairs and toppling to the floor. The cub and the younger clerks had him up in a twinkling, while a dozen men appeared from the boiler deck as if by magic, and the player walked away down the cabin.
"Now, no more noise here," said the second clerk to the lifted man, restraining both his arms. "No, you stay right here. He didn"t do a thing to you, you just stepped a little too spry and sort o" tripped up."
From his window shelf the first clerk, in the tail of his eye, saw the zealot and his group disperse while he, the clerk, talked laughingly to the soldier on one subject and gravely to the statesman on another.
"You can"t challenge a man, general," he said, "who apologizes for calling you a poor peacemaker."
"By--! s-sir, I can and I sh-shall!" was the retort.
The clerk ignored it. He and the senator bent heads together again.
"No," he said, "Hugh only told him he _feared_ it was Basile. In fact, it wasn"t. It isn"t."
"Who is it, then? It"s a pa.s.senger and a bad case."
"Will you keep it dark--by the patient"s own request--till the show"s over to-night?"