Prepared as he was to come suddenly upon Katreen, Gloom was startled when, in a place of dense shadow, a hand touched his shoulder, and her voice whispered:
"Sheumais, Sheumais!"
The next moment she was in his arms. He could feel her heart beating against his.
"What is it, Sheumais? What was that awful cry?" she whispered.
For answer he put his lips to hers, and kissed her again and again.
The girl drew back. Some vague instinct warned her.
"What is it, Sheumais? Why don"t you speak?"
He drew her close again.
"Pulse of my heart, it is I who love you, I who love you best of all; it is I, Gloom Achanna!"
With a cry she struck him full in the face. He staggered and in that moment she freed herself.
"You _coward_!"
"Katreen, I----"
"Come no nearer. If you do, it will be the death of you!"
"The death o" me! Ah, bonnie fool that you are, and is it you that will be the death o" me?"
"Ay, Gloom Achanna, for I have but to scream and Sheumais will be here, an" he would kill you like a dog if he knew you did me harm."
"Ah, but if there were no Sheumais, or any man to come between me an" my will!"
"Then there would be a woman! Ay, if you over-bore me I would strangle you with my hair, or fix my teeth in your false throat!"
"I was not for knowing you were such a wild-cat; but I"ll tame you yet, my la.s.s! Aha, wild-cat!" And as he spoke he laughed low.
"It is a true word, Gloom of the black heart. I am a wild-cat, and, like a wild-cat, I am not to be seized by a fox; and that you will be finding to your cost, by the holy St. Bridget! But now, off with you, brother of my man!"
"Your man--ha! ha!"
"Why do you laugh?"
"Sure, I am laughing at a warm, white la.s.s like yourself having a dead man as your lover!"
"A--dead--man?"
No answer came. The girl shook with a new fear. Slowly she drew closer, till her breath fell warm against the face of the other.
He spoke at last:
"Ay, a dead man."
"It is a lie."
"Where would you be that you were not hearing his good-bye? I"m thinking it was loud enough!"
"It is a lie--it is a lie!"
"No, it is no lie. Sheumais is cold enough now. He"s low among the weeds by now. Ay, by now: down there in the lochan."
"_What_--you, _you devil_! Is it for killing your own brother you would be?"
"I killed no one. He died his own way. Maybe the cramp took him.
Maybe--maybe a Kelpie gripped him. I watched. I saw him beneath the green branches. He was dead before he died. I saw it in the white face o" him. Then he sank. He"s dead. Sheumais is dead. Look here, girl, I"ve always loved you. I swore the oath upon you. You"re mine. Sure, you"re mine now, Katreen! It is loving you I am! It will be a south wind for you from this day, muirnean mochree! See here, I"ll show you how I----"
"Back--back--_murderer_!"
"Be stopping that foolishness now, Katreen Macarthur! By the Book, I am tired of it. I am loving you, and it"s having you for mine I am! And if you won"t come to me like the dove to its mate, I"ll come to you like the hawk to the dove!"
With a spring he was upon her. In vain she strove to beat him back. His arms held her as a stoat grips a rabbit.
He pulled her head back, and kissed her throat till the strangulating breath sobbed against his ear. With a last despairing effort she screamed the name of the dead man: "Sheumais! Sheumais! Sheumais!" The man who struggled with her laughed.
"Ay, call away! The herrin" will be coming through the bracken as soon as Sheumais comes to your call! Ah, it is mine you are now, Katreen!
He"s dead and cold--an" you"d best have a living man--an"----"
She fell back, her balance lost in the sudden releasing. What did it mean? Gloom still stood there, but as one frozen. Through the darkness she saw, at last, that a hand gripped his shoulder; behind him a black ma.s.s vaguely obtruded.
For some moments there was absolute silence. Then a hoa.r.s.e voice came out of the dark:
"You will be knowing now who it is, Gloom Achanna!"
The voice was that of Sheumais, who lay dead in the lochan. The murderer shook as in a palsy. With a great effort, slowly he turned his head. He saw a white splatch, the face of the corpse; in this white splatch flamed two burning eyes, the eyes of the soul of the brother whom he had slain.
He reeled, staggered as a blind man, and, free now of that awful clasp, swayed to and fro as one drunken.
Slowly Sheumais raised an arm and pointed downward through the wood toward the lochan. Still pointing, he moved swiftly forward.
With a cry like a beast, Gloom Achanna swung to one side, stumbled, rose, and leaped into the darkness.
For some minutes Sheumais and Katreen stood, silent, apart, listening to the crashing sound of his flight--the race of the murderer against the pursuing shadow of the Grave.
THE FOUR-FIFTEEN EXPRESS
AMELIA B. EDWARDS