The commodores, and then the lovers, resumed their seats.
"Poor man," murmured Ramsey, "poor man! he"s got _his_ trouble without going in chase of it."
"If he"d gone in chase of it," rejoined Hugh, "he might never have met it."
The _Enchantress_ swung more directly toward the dim lights of the wharf-boat and at top speed ruffled through a freshening air with the goal but a few miles away. Yet the lovers sat silent. Once parted they would think of many a word they should have spoken while they could, but now none seemed large enough to break such silence with. To be silent and best content with silence was one of the most special and blissful of lovers" rights.
Presently a glow rose from the forecastle, reddening the white jack-staff up to its black night-hawk. The torch baskets were being lighted. Hugh stirred to go but Ramsey laid her touch on his wrist and he stayed.
She spoke. "Mustn"t you wait near your grandfather till you see who it is that"s coming aboard?"
"I can. I may as well."
The _Enchantress_, in mid-river, began to "round to" in order to land bow up-stream. When she came round, the half dozen men on the wharf-boat were close at hand in the glare of her torches, eye to eye with those on the forecastle, but prevented by the light itself from seeing those on the upper decks.
Ramsey sprang to her feet with lips apart to cry out to her mother up behind her, to Gideon down before, to Hugh at her side, but all these saw and knew. A face in the centre of the torchlight and of the wharf-boat group was Julian"s bearing the mute intelligence that the writhing man on a rude stretcher borne by two negroes was his brother.
The lovers parted without a word, but in a moment were near each other again as Hugh joined the commodores while Ramsey and her mother crouched at the roof"s forward rail to see the wounded man brought across the stage.
"In my room!" pleaded madame to both Courteneys at once, and the elder a.s.sented as Hugh hurried below with the three Hayles following.
It was heart-rending work getting the sufferer into the berth while he poured out moanings of agony mingled with frantic accusations of his bearers, railings against G.o.d and all his laws, and unspoken recognitions of mother and sister. Ramsey, seeing his eye fall on Phyllis and remain there staring, and knowing from old Joy that he had grown enough like his uncle Dan to have been his twin, suffered for her as well as him.
"Who are _you_?" he cried, still staring. "Where am I?"
The maid did not reply, but her unfaltering gaze met his as if it neither could nor would do otherwise. Ramsey intuitively followed the play of her mind. To look again on Gideon Hayle had already recalled emotions she had striven for half a lifetime to put away, and now they kept her eyes set on this tortured yet unrelenting advocate of all the wrongs from which those emotions sprang.
He looked to his mother. "Great G.o.d! mother, is this the new Courteney boat? Well, if this isn"t h.e.l.l"s finishing touch! Jule! Where"s Jule?
Go, get me Jule!"
Phyllis turned to go but--"No," he cried with a light of sudden purpose in his face, "you stay. Everybody else go! And send me Jule. Don"t send a doctor, I"m the doctor myself. Get out, all of you, go! This isn"t my death-bed. G.o.d! I wish it was, for I"m a cripple for life and will never walk again--leave! go! and send me Jule!"
Guided by a cabin-boy to Hugh"s room, Ramsey found Julian confronting his father, "California," and the Gilmores. Hugh had led them there for privacy and stood close at one side. Julian seemed to be suffering a shock scarcely less than his brother"s though it made a wholly different outward show. His face wore an appalled look, his voice was below its accustomed pitch, and his words, words which could not have been premeditated, seemed studiously fit and precise.
"Fortunately," he had been saying before Ramsey appeared, "he never"--meaning his brother--"goes into the country without his drugs and instruments--we have them with us yet--and he could tell me what to do and I did it, or he would have died right there in the swamp."
"But you don"t say how the accursed thing happened," said Gideon as Ramsey entered hardly aware that she was pausing at Hugh"s side. The brother turned and stared on the two.
"Come," said Gideon, "never mind that. How did it happen?"
"It happened, sir, through my own incredible carelessness and by my own hand. _Don"t say a word!_ I would to G.o.d I had been the victim and had fallen dead in my tracks. If I had killed him I would have put the other load into my brain."
"Oh, if!" solemnly sneered the incredulous father. While he did so Julian, the profoundness of whose mental torture his father poorly saw, received from Ramsey his brother"s summons and with her was turning away. He stopped and flashed back a look of agonized resentment, but Gideon met it with a beetling frown and neither gaze fell until Ramsey stepped between, facing the giant, and she and the brother backed away and were gone.
They sought the pa.s.senger deck. Between anguish for Lucian"s calamity and anguish for his father"s contumely there poured from Julian"s lips in hectoring questions to Ramsey a further anguish of chagrin for the seeming triumph of Hugh"s love. Two or three challenges she parried and while in a single utterance he launched out as many more they encountered at a wheel-house stair their mother and old Joy. He cut short all inquiries with a proffer to return to them and Ramsey post-haste and give a full account of the disaster.
Meantime down in the sick-room Lucian said to Phyllis, when they had been a few minutes alone:
"And now give me my medicine."
"Yes, sir; where is it?"
"Oh, d.a.m.nation! in my saddle-bags on the washstand. What are you trying to talk white folks" English for?" He hardly spoke three words without a moan or an oath. "Do you find a measuring-gla.s.s?"
She found it.
"See a small bottle--dark liquid--about twice the size--of the gla.s.s?"
"Ya.s.s, suh, but it"s full, suh."
"h.e.l.l! what of that? Fill the gla.s.s and give it to me!"
She filled it but paused. "It--it looks like la"danum."
"Oh, d.a.m.n you, so did your great-grandmother. It"s not laudanum. Did you ever smell vinegar in laudanum, or nutmeg? Give it here! G.o.d A"mighty, if I could reach you with my fist--Give me that gla.s.s!"
"Misteh Lucian, if this is la"danum----"
"You h.e.l.l-fired idiot, it isn"t! And if it was, such an overdose would only vomit me. Don"t you know that?"
"Ya.s.s, suh, I know it would." But still she held back.
"Then give it here!"
Julian came in with alarm added to his other distresses.
"Oh, Luce! do you want to start that bleeding again?"
"I"d just as lief as not! Make that wench give me that gla.s.s or mash her head! She knows if it was laudanum it would merely puke me. d.a.m.n it, it"s a simple euthanasia." The crafty sufferer felt a.s.sured his brother would neither know nor ask the smooth word"s meaning.
Julian turned, savagely upon the maid. Heated with drink, enraged at himself, his father, Hugh Courteney, his sister, and his mother, he was in no mood to humor the contumacy of any freed slave and least of all this one. "Give it to him this instant," he cried. "Do you want to kill him?"
"No, Misteh Julian, that"s exactly----"
He drew and levelled his revolver and then motioned with it a repet.i.tion of his command.
With a woe of protest in her eyes, Phyllis obeyed. Lucian swallowed the draught and sank to his pillow. Julian watched Phyllis slowly set down the gla.s.s and bottle.
"What did you say that stuff is?" he asked his brother, with an a.s.sumed lightness.
"Oh, a palliative for these infernal pains. Have you told the family what happened? Go do it." The speaker"s tone grew lofty. "I want them to know it was all my fault! This girl can stay with me till you come back, and you can take your time. I shan"t need you for an hour. Go, Jule, my brother. Oh don"t harry me with idle questions."
As Julian presently shut himself out Phyllis, her fears for the patient disarmed by his transient excitement where she had looked for heaviness, laid her hand on a chair; but he stopped her. "You white n.i.g.g.e.r! would you presume to sit down in my presence? If you can"t stand go outside--and shut the door. Oh, go anyhow! Life"s more tolerable with you out of sight. If I want you I"ll call."
The room was close abaft the wheel, where a widening of the guards made an inviting s.p.a.ce, and out there Phyllis drew a chair up beside the door. A whitejacket came from the cabin in behalf of pa.s.sengers in neighboring staterooms to ask what the commotion meant, and as she began to explain it away Ramsey and old Joy came down a near-by stair to watch with her or in her stead and to them she amplified her explanation.
Ramsey listened at the door. The patient seemed to be asleep, so audible was his breathing.
She had a sudden thought: a doctor"s saddle-bags always contain laudanum. Had Phyllis seen any--in another bottle, untouched? That would confirm the patient"s denial. She beckoned and asked. Yes, Phyllis had seen it, labelled.