We will not follow him in his peregrinations through the mazes of the misty future, for they were interrupted by the appearance on the water of a distant object, which excited his attention. A searching and anxious scrutiny convinced him that it was the boat in which Maxwell had made his escape. Though at a great distance from him, he could see that it contained two men. Guardian as he was of his mistress" honor and safety, the sight awakened all his fears and called up all his energy.
Did they know that his mistress had gone to Cottage Island? It was possible that Vernon had obtained a knowledge of her movements. The faithful fellow was almost maddened at the thought.
The boat approached Cottage Island, and Hatchie observed them pull in under the high bank. This movement was ominous of evil, and all the mulatto"s fears were confirmed, when, as they pa.s.sed the mouth of the little stream, he saw one of them rise in the boat and point it out.
Satisfied that his canoe was yet unnoticed by his enemies, and dreading no immediate danger, he paddled across the river so as to bring the island between them. When he had gained a position which hid him from their view, he used all his immense strength in propelling the canoe towards the island. A few minutes sufficed to bring him up with the western sh.o.r.e of the islet, his enemies being upon the opposite side.
Keeping close to the high bank, he paddled down-stream to the lower extremity of the island, where the sound of voices caused him suddenly to check his progress, and gain a landing. Drawing the canoe out of reach of the current, he climbed up the bank, which, being near the down-stream end of the island, sloped gradually down, till it terminated in the low, sandy beach.
He reached the high bank without attracting the attention of the party of whose motions he wished to obtain a knowledge. He could now distinctly hear their conversation, though they were still at a considerable distance from him. Cautiously he climbed a thick cotton-wood tree, whose foliage completely screened him from observation, and there awaited the nearer approach of Maxwell and his confederate.
"Are you sure this is the island?" said Maxwell, when they had come within hearing of Hatchie.
"This must be the one," replied Vernon. "We shall soon see whether it is inhabited or not."
"With whom did the girl leave the wood-yard?"
"With a doctor who lives like a hermit on this island. I saw them from a distance get into the sail-boat, and I asked a boatman for the particulars."
"Who is the doctor?"
"Don"t know. The boatman said it was an outlandish name, and he had forgotten it. You mean to have the girl, do you?"
"I do, if possible."
"O, it"s quite possible--nothing easier. You say the girl belongs to you?"
"I do; did I not show you the bill of sale?"
"That might be a trick of your own, you know. It"s a devilish queer story."
"Pshaw! man, are you crazy? This thing has startled your conscience more than all the crimes of a lifetime. What has gotten into you, Vernon? I never knew you to moralize before."
"Look here, my boy, I can do almost anything; but I would not wrong a woman,--no, not a _woman_,--I am above that," said Vernon, with much emphasis.
"But, man, she is my slave--a quadroon."
"Property"s property; but since I met the girl in the boat, I am half inclined to believe she is no quadroon. Maxwell, I had a sister once, and may my body be rent into a thousand pieces but I would tear out the heart of the man who would serve her as you do this girl. If she is your _property_, why, that alters the case."
"Certainly it does; so, end your sermon, and tell me how to gain possession of my _property_."
"We can storm the island."
"What! two of us?"
"I can get plenty of soldiers, if you will pay them."
"I will give a thousand dollars for her; and, if I get her again, by heavens, she shall not escape me! I will put a pair of ruffles on her wrists such as the dainty girl never got of her milliner. How many persons are on the island?"
"That I don"t know--perhaps half a dozen. Your hangman will be there,"
and Vernon chuckled at the thought of the scene he had witnessed near the wood-yard.
Maxwell"s teeth grated, and Hatchie distinctly heard the malediction he bestowed upon him. Fears for his personal safety did not, for a moment, disturb him. Prudence alone prevented him from rushing upon the villains, and thwarting in its embryo stage their design upon his mistress.
"You mean," said Maxwell, "to take the girl from the house by force?"
"There is no other way."
"Then we had better examine the island, or it will not be an easy matter to land in a dark night."
"How does the owner land?"
"Probably by the little stream we saw above."
"Rather difficult navigation for a stranger. We had better land in this part of the island. Let us walk through the thicket and find the house."
Hatchie saw them attempt to pa.s.s through the thick brush; but the task was not an easy one. By the aid of a bowie-knife, with which they cut away some of the bushes, they penetrated to the larger growth of trees, where the under-brush no longer impeded their progress. They pa.s.sed beyond the hearing of the mulatto, though from his elevated position he occasionally obtained a view of them, as they approached the cottage.
Anxiously he waited their return, in the hope of getting more definite ideas of the time and method of the proposed attack upon the island.
After a careful survey of the premises, Maxwell and Vernon returned to their former position.
"Quite an easy job," said Vernon; "the only difficulty is this thick brush, which can be easily removed. I will cut away a part now."
"Very well," responded Maxwell, as his a.s.sociate proceeded to cut away the bushes, and form a pathway through, the thicket. "When shall the thing be done?"
"As to that I can hardly say. When we get to Vicksburg we can decide.
Better let the girl rest a week or so; for it may take that time to get things ready. You can"t hire men to do such work as easily as you can to cut wood and dig ditches. It takes skill and caution."
"Very well, I am in no haste."
For nearly an hour Vernon labored at his task, and completed a path through which the party could easily pa.s.s to the cottage.
The object of their visit accomplished, Hatchie saw them return to their boat, and row down the river. After they had disappeared round a bend, he descended from the tree, and examined the labors of Vernon. He found the bushes which had been cut down were nicely placed at each end of the path in an upright position, so as to conceal it from the eyes of the pa.s.ser. For a long time the mulatto reflected upon the conversation he had heard, and considered the means of defeating the diabolical plot.
Against a band of ruffians, such as Vernon would enlist for the service, he could not contend single-handed. To remove his mistress from the island, while Henry Carroll lay helpless there, would not be an acceptable proposition to her. Resolving to lay the information he had gained before Dr. Vaudelier, he returned to his canoe, and, having rounded the island, reached the cottage by the usual pa.s.sage.
Henry Carroll still slept. For six hours he had lain under the influence of the powerful opiate. Emily entered his chamber in company with the doctor, on their return from the wood-yard. The sight of Henry, pale and worn as he appeared, excited all her sympathy. His right arm, which was uninjured, lay extended on the bed; she gently grasped it, and, bending over him, imprinted upon his pallid lips a kiss, that was unknown and unappreciated by its recipient. Only a few days before she had listened to the eloquent confession of him who now lay insensible of her presence. She was a true woman, and the presence of Dr. Vaudelier did not restrain the expression of her woman"s heart. It was visible in her pale cheek, in her heaving breast, and in her sparkling eye, from which oozed the gentle tear of affectionate sympathy.
She held his hand; unconsciously, at the silent bidding of her warm heart, she gently pressed it. As though the magnetism of love had communicated itself to the sleeper, he sighed heavily, and uttered a groan of half-subdued anguish. His eyelids fluttered; he was apparently shaking off the heaviness of slumber. His lips quivered, and Emily heard them faintly articulate her name.
At the request of the good physician, she reluctantly withdrew from the apartment.
The sufferer endeavored to turn in the bed; the effort drew from him a groan of agony, which, in a more wakeful state, a proud superiority over every weakness would not have permitted him to utter. His eyes opened, and he stared vacantly about the darkened chamber. The doctor took his hand, and examined his pulse.
"How do you feel, captain? Does your head ache?" asked he.
"Slightly; I am better, I think," replied the invalid, faintly.
"And you are better," said the doctor, with evident satisfaction. "The scalds are doing very well, and the wound on your head is not at all serious."