More than woman"s sweetness was in the whisper; the portent of indefinable motive made Hare tremble like a shaking leaf.
"Good heavens! You are to be married in a few minutes--What do you mean?
Where are you going? this buckskin suit--and Wolf with you--Mescal!"
"There"s no time--only a word--hurry--do you love me still?" she panted, with great shining eyes close to his.
"Love you? With all my soul!"
"Listen," she whispered, and leaned against him. A fresh breeze bore the boom of the river. She caught her breath quickly: "I love you!--I love you!--Good-bye!"
She kissed him and broke from his clasp. Then silently, like a shadow, with the white dog close beside her, she disappeared in the darkness of the river trail.
She was gone before he came out of his bewilderment. He rushed down the trail; he called her name. The gloom had swallowed her, and only the echo of his voice made answer.
XII. ECHO CLIFFS
WHEN thought came clearly to him he halted irresolute. For Mescal"s sake he must not appear to have had any part in her headlong flight, or any knowledge of it.
With stealthy footsteps he reached the cottonwoods, stole under the gloomy shade, and felt his way to a point beyond the twinkling lights. Then, peering through the gloom until a.s.sured he was safe from observation, and taking the dark side of the house, he gained the hall, and his room. He threw himself on his bed, and endeavored to compose himself, to quiet his vibrating nerves, to still the triumphant bell-beat of his heart. For a while all his being swung to the palpitating consciousness of joy--Mescal had taken her freedom. She had escaped the swoop of the hawk.
While Hare lay there, trying to gather his shattered senses, the merry sound of voices and the music of an accordion hummed from the big living-room next to his. Presently heavy boots thumped on the floor of the hall; then a hand rapped on his door.
"Jack, are you there?" called August Naab.
"Yes."
"Come along then."
Hare rose, opened the door and followed August. The room was bright with lights; the table was set, and the Naabs, large and small, were standing expectantly. As Hare found a place behind them Snap Naab entered with his wife. She was as pale as if she were in her shroud. Hare caught Mother Ruth"s pitying subdued glance as she drew the frail little woman to her side. When August Naab began fingering his Bible the whispering ceased.
"Why don"t they fetch her?" he questioned.
"Judith, Esther, bring her in," said Mother Mary, calling into the hallway.
Quick footsteps, and the girls burst in impetuously, exclaiming: "Mescal"s not there!"
"Where is she, then?" demanded August Naab, going to the door. "Mescal!"
he called.
Succeeding his authoritative summons only the cheery sputter of the wood-fire broke the silence.
"She hadn"t put on her white frock," went on Judith.
"Her buckskins aren"t hanging where they always are," continued Esther.
August Naab laid his Bible on the table. "I always feared it," he said simply.
"She"s gone!" cried Snap Naab. He ran into the hall, into Mescal"s room, and returned trailing the white wedding-dress. "The time we thought she spent to put this on she"s been--"
He choked over the words, and sank into a chair, face convulsed, hands shaking, weak in the grip of a grief that he had never before known.
Suddenly he flung the dress into the fire. His wife fell to the floor in a dead faint. Then the desert-hawk showed his claws. His hands tore at the close scarf round his throat as if to liberate a fury that was stifling him; his face lost all semblance to anything human. He began to howl, to rave, to curse; and his father circled him with iron arm and dragged him from the room.
The children were whimpering, the wives lamenting. The quiet men searched the house and yard and corrals and fields. But they found no sign of Mescal. After long hours the excitement subsided and all sought their beds.
Morning disclosed the facts of Mescal"s flight. She had dressed for the trail; a knapsack was missing and food enough to fill it; Wolf was gone; Noddle was not in his corral; the peon slave had not slept in his shack; there were moccasin-tracks and burro-tracks and dog-tracks in the sand at the river crossing, and one of the boats was gone. This boat was not moored to the opposite sh.o.r.e. Questions arose. Had the boat sunk? Had the fugitives crossed safely or had they drifted into the canyon? Dave Naab rode out along the river and saw the boat, a mile below the rapids, bottom side up and lodged on a sand-bar.
"She got across, and then set the boat loose," said August. "That"s the Indian of her. If she went up on the cliffs to the Navajos maybe we"ll find her. If she went into the Painted Desert--" a grave shake of his s.h.a.ggy head completed his sentence.
Morning also disclosed Snap Naab once more in the clutch of his demon, drunk and unconscious, lying like a log on the porch of his cottage.
"This means ruin to him," said his father. "He had one chance; he was mad over Mescal, and if he had got her, he might have conquered his thirst for rum."
He gave orders for the sheep to be driven up on the plateau, and for his sons to ride out to the cattle ranges. He bade Hare pack and get in readiness to accompany him to the Navajo cliffs, there to search for Mescal.
The river was low, as the spring thaws had not yet set in, and the crossing promised none of the hazard so menacing at a later period.
Billy Naab rowed across with the saddle and packs. Then August had to crowd the lazy burros into the water. Silvermane went in with a rush, and Charger took to the river like an old duck. August and Jack sat in the stern of the boat, while Billy handled the oars. They crossed swiftly and safely. The three burros were then loaded, two with packs, the other with a heavy water-bag.
"See there," said August, pointing to tracks in the sand. The imprints of little moccasins rea.s.sured Hare, for he had feared the possibility suggested by the upturned boat. "Perhaps it"ll be better if I never find her," continued Naab. "If I bring her back Snap"s as likely to kill her as to marry her. But I must try to find her. Only what to do with her--"
"Give her to me," interrupted Jack.
"Hare!"
"I love her!"
Naab"s stern face relaxed. "Well, I"m beat! Though I don"t see why you should be different from all the others. It was that time you spent with her on the plateau. I thought you too sick to think of a woman!"
"Mescal cares for me," said Hare.
"Ah! That accounts. Hare, did you play me fair?"
"We tried to, though we couldn"t help loving."
"She would have married Snap but for you."
"Yes. But I couldn"t help that. You brought me out here, and saved my life. I know what I owe you. Mescal meant to marry your son when I left for the range last fall. But she"s a true woman and couldn"t. August Naab, if we ever find her will you marry her to him--now?"
"That depends. Did you know she intended to run?"
"I never dreamed of it. I learned it only at the last moment. I met her on the river trail."
"You should have stopped her."
Hare maintained silence.