"All right. I"ll come. You go on." The boy complied.
Julian had swelled for encounter, but a warning look from Lucian checked him and he let the Californian speak first.
"Here," said the gold-digger, "I"m fixed. You"re not. True, I could loan you the twin to mine, but----"
Julian"s lip curled. ""But"--you"re not hungry to fight."
"Oh, other things being equal, I have an appet.i.te! Yes, sir-ee, Bob Hoss-Fly, and a red dog under the wheelbarrow! But"--smiling again--"let"s do things in scientific order. You two claim that you Hayle folks own that forty-year-old white gal down-stairs which you call a runaway niggeh, and which we"ll allow she is one. Well, I"ll buy you two"s share in her--providing I can buy the rest of her from your two ladies up-stairs--and fight you afterward or not as the case may require. Now, what"ll you take for your said two shares, right here, cash down, gold; not dust but coin, New Orleans Branch Mint? Going at--what do I hear?"
The spendthrift pair stared on each other, thinking with all their might. But they failed to think that on the deck above them, in group with Mrs. Gilmore, Hugh, the parson"s wife, Ramsey, and old Joy, the ownership of Phyllis was being fully set forth by their mother to their own whilom champions the senator and the general, or that Ramsey was about to be sent down to the stateroom of the mother and daughter for doc.u.mentary evidence.
"What do I hear?" repeated the Californian, watching his own hands as the right drew double-eagles from his belt and stacked them in the left.
Eagerly asking themselves what might be their tempter"s motive, the pair thought primarily of the white slave"s well-preserved beauty and the rarity of women in the far West. With that came a stinging remembrance of her glaring Hayle likeness and then of their father"s old scheme--averted by their mother--to sell the girl forever out of sight and reach. And then came the pleasanter thought that at any rate here was a chance to put this daredevil at odds with the hated Gilmores as well as with their own mother and sister, the Courteneys, and all the Courteney clan. Till now they had felt that, if only for self-respect and good standing, they must recover their property, seize Phyllis on the spot, if they could possibly command the backing to do it. But this was now very doubtful. Something had happened to the senator"s mind, while the general was but his echo and the element called "others" was strangely sluggish. And, finally, or rather, first and last, the brothers were thrilled with the prodigal"s l.u.s.t for ready money. So far they saw and no farther, but so far so good; here seemed to be an unguarded opening in the enemy"s line--to use a phrase the great valley was one day to know by heart--and the warier of the pair ventured in.
Said Lucian:
"We"re Uncle Dan"s sole legatees."
"Then name your price for her, lock, stock, and barrel."
"Want to take her only to Kentucky, or to California?"
"Californy--maybe Oregon."
"To keep house for you--single gentleman?"
"Yes, sir."
"When do you expect to come back?"
"Never."
The questioner glanced back to his brother. Both were gratified to note that the bargain would work no relief to Hugh or the Gilmores, but Julian wanted better a.s.surance that it would not free a runaway slave or make her a lawful wife. He turned abruptly, and so it happened that all three failed to see Ramsey, in dark attire and with Joy close behind, emerge an instant from the pantry gangway and shrink again into it. On the return from her stateroom to the roof, for mere variety, she had taken this direction. Said Julian as he turned:
"You"re a Kentuckian, sir. Henry Clay man?"
"No. Only don"t allow anything said again" him."
"Abolitionist?"
"No, sir-ee." The emphasis was sprightly.
The twins looked at each other once more. Julian nodded.
"One thousand dollars," said Lucian....
Let us go back a step or so and up to the hurricane-deck. We have named Hugh as in the group about Madame Hayle; but he went and came. In his absences the matrons debated the Phyllis matter as it involved the Gilmores, trying to find some way not to leave it an undivided burden on Hugh and the _Votaress_. It was on one of his quiet reappearances, reporting his father "easier," that Ramsey put in:
"Mom-a, the senator"s a lawyer. Send for him--and the general--and talk them over to our side. You can do it. You can talk anybody into anything! You always could!"
Madame Hayle and Hugh looked at each other very much as the twins were doing about that time on the guards next below, and Hugh said:
"I will go bring them."
"Ah, if you please, ya.s.s, go."
He brought them and they were among madame"s auditors when later she said, addressing her words wherever they fitted best, so that even old Joy got her share:
"Had it not have been for Phylliz, Dan Hayle, he wouldn" neveh took that troub" to wride that will. But I insiz" he shall wride it, biccause--Phylliz. Tha"z all. An" biccause Phylliz he wrode it. But he say to me----"
"When was this?" inquired the senator.
"Tha"z when those twin" make him thad visit, Walnut Hill". He say: "W"ad uze to you if I make my laz" will? I give any"ow everything to those twin"." An" tha"z biccause" (to old Joy) "thad chile w"ad die----"
"Drownded," murmured the nurse. "Ayfteh dat transpiah he take a shine to ev"y man-chile he git his ahm aroun"."
Madame resumed: "An" I say to him: "Give all the rez" to who" you want, but Phylliz--to me." "No!" he say, "you, you"ll put her free!""
"Why didn"t he want her set free?" asked Ramsey.
"An" you are there--an" silend! I forG.o.d you!"
"Why didn"t he want her set free?" insisted the forgotten.
"Ah!" said the mother to the senator as though the inquiry were his, "Dan, he seem" to thing tha"z a caztigation on him. An" he say: "Neveh mine, I figs thad so she can"d be free pretty soon." An" me, I thoughd he leave her to those twin" till I"m reading the will."
Ramsey stood up elatedly. "I know what he did! I see it!"
But as her mother chidingly murmured her name she reflected the maternal dignity and accepted a bunch of keys.
"Go, if you please, ad my room," said madame, "open----"
"Your little trunk, and pop-a"s tin box inside," the girl interrupted, but deferentially caught herself again and with the corner of an eye felt about for Hugh. But Hugh had gone back to his father and thence to the deck next below.
"Ya.s.s. You fine there manny pape". One is mark"--you"ll see. Fedge me thad. "Tis the h-only tha"z blue."
Ramsey sped away over skylights and down a back stair.
The senator spoke: "Who were that will"s executors?"
"Ah, of co"se, my "usban", Capitan Hayle, al-lone."
"The heirs, I dare say, have seen it?"
The lady smiled. "Not at all. Biccause h-anybody can see it if he want, n.o.body eveh want, an" leaz" of all those twin" when they are getting everything. n.o.body speak abbout Phylliz, biccause Phylliz is su"pose drown", an" drown" peop" they don" count."
In the stateroom Ramsey knelt, opened the trunk, then the tin box, and then, despite old Joy"s reprehending moan, the doc.u.ment itself.
"I knew it!" she whispered elatedly, relocking the box and trunk. "I guessed right!"