Even poor Hiram White did not escape the suspicions of having had dealings with them. Of course the examiners were not slow in discovering that Levi West had been deeply concerned with Blueskin"s doings.
Old Dinah and black Bob were examined, and not only did the story of Levi"s two visitors come to light, but also the fact that Hiram was present and with them while they were in the house disposing of the captured goods to their agent.
Of all that he had endured, nothing seemed to cut poor Hiram so deeply and keenly as these unjust suspicions. They seemed to bring the last bitter pang, hardest of all to bear.
Levi had taken from him his father"s love; he had driven him, if not to ruin, at least perilously close to it. He had run away with the girl he loved, and now, through him, even Hiram"s good name was gone.
Neither did the suspicions against him remain pa.s.sive; they became active.
Goldsmiths" bills, to the amount of several thousand pounds, had been taken in the packet and Hiram was examined with an almost inquisitorial closeness and strictness as to whether he had or had not knowledge of their whereabouts.
Under his acc.u.mulated misfortunes, he grew not only more dull, more taciturn, than ever, but gloomy, moody, brooding as well. For hours he would sit staring straight before him into the fire, without moving so much as a hair.
One night--it was a bitterly cold night in February, with three inches of dry and gritty snow upon the ground--while Hiram sat thus brooding, there came, of a sudden, a soft tap upon the door.
Low and hesitating as it was, Hiram started violently at the sound. He sat for a while, looking from right to left. Then suddenly pushing back his chair, he arose, strode to the door, and flung it wide open.
It was Sally Martin.
[Ill.u.s.tration: The Pirate"s Christmas
_Originally published in_ HARPER"S WEEKLY, _Christmas, 1893_]
Hiram stood for a while staring blankly at her. It was she who first spoke. "Won"t you let me come in, Hi?" said she. "I"m nigh starved with the cold and I"m fit to die, I"m so hungry. For G.o.d"s sake, let me come in."
"Yes," said Hiram, "I"ll let you come in, but why don"t you go home?"
The poor girl was shivering and chattering with the cold; now she began crying, wiping her eyes with the corner of a blanket in which her head and shoulders were wrapped. "I have been home, Hiram," she said, "but dad, he shut the door in my face. He cursed me just awful, Hi--I wish I was dead!"
"You better come in," said Hiram. "It"s no good standing out there in the cold." He stood aside and the girl entered, swiftly, gratefully.
At Hiram"s bidding black Dinah presently set some food before Sally and she fell to eating ravenously, almost ferociously. Meantime, while she ate, Hiram stood with his back to the fire, looking at her face--that face once so round and rosy, now thin, pinched, haggard.
"Are you sick, Sally?" said he presently.
"No," said she, "but I"ve had pretty hard times since I left home, Hi." The tears sprang to her eyes at the recollection of her troubles, but she only wiped them hastily away with the back of her hand, without stopping in her eating.
A long pause of dead silence followed. Dinah sat crouched together on a cricket at the other side of the hearth, listening with interest.
Hiram did not seem to see her. "Did you go off with Levi?" said he at last, speaking abruptly. The girl looked up furtively under her brows.
"You needn"t be afeared to tell," he added.
"Yes," said she at last, "I did go off with him, Hi."
"Where"ve you been?"
At the question, she suddenly laid down her knife and fork. "Don"t you ask me that, Hi," said she, agitatedly, "I can"t tell you that.
You don"t know Levi, Hiram; I darsn"t tell you anything he don"t want me to. If I told you where I been he"d hunt me out, no matter where I was, and kill me. If you only knew what I know about him, Hiram, you wouldn"t ask anything about him."
Hiram stood looking broodingly at her for a long time; then at last he again spoke. "I thought a sight of you onc"t, Sally," said he.
Sally did not answer immediately, but, after a while, she suddenly looked up. "Hiram," said she, "if I tell ye something will you promise on your oath not to breathe a word to any living soul?" Hiram nodded.
"Then I"ll tell you, but if Levi finds I"ve told he"ll murder me as sure as you"re standin" there. Come nigher--I"ve got to whisper it."
He leaned forward close to her where she sat. She looked swiftly from right to left; then raising her lips she breathed into his ear: "I"m an honest woman, Hi. I was married to Levi West before I run away."
XI
The winter had pa.s.sed, spring had pa.s.sed, and summer had come.
Whatever Hiram had felt, he had made no sign of suffering.
Nevertheless, his lumpy face had begun to look flabby, his cheeks hollow, and his loose-jointed body shrunk more awkwardly together into its clothes. He was often awake at night, sometimes walking up and down his room until far into the small hours.
It was through such a wakeful spell as this that he entered into the greatest, the most terrible, happening of his life.
It was a sulphurously hot night in July. The air was like the breath of a furnace, and it was a hard matter to sleep with even the easiest mind and under the most favorable circ.u.mstances. The full moon shone in through the open window, laying a white square of light upon the floor, and Hiram, as he paced up and down, up and down, walked directly through it, his gaunt figure starting out at every turn into sudden brightness as he entered the straight line of misty light.
The clock in the kitchen whirred and rang out the hour of twelve, and Hiram stopped in his walk to count the strokes.
The last vibration died away into silence, and still he stood motionless, now listening with a new and sudden intentness, for, even as the clock rang the last stroke, he heard soft, heavy footsteps, moving slowly and cautiously along the pathway before the house and directly below the open window. A few seconds more and he heard the creaking of rusty hinges. The mysterious visitor had entered the mill.
Hiram crept softly to the window and looked out. The moon shone full on the dusty, shingled face of the old mill, not thirty steps away, and he saw that the door was standing wide open. A second or two of stillness followed, and then, as he still stood looking intently, he saw the figure of a man suddenly appear, sharp and vivid, from the gaping blackness of the open doorway. Hiram could see his face as clear as day. It was Levi West, and he carried an empty meal bag over his arm.
Levi West stood looking from right to left for a second or two, and then he took off his hat and wiped his brow with the back of his hand.
Then he softly closed the door behind him and left the mill as he had come, and with the same cautious step. Hiram looked down upon him as he pa.s.sed close to the house and almost directly beneath. He could have touched him with his hand.
Fifty or sixty yards from the house Levi stopped and a second figure arose from the black shadow in the angle of the worm fence and joined him. They stood for a while talking together, Levi pointing now and then toward the mill. Then the two turned, and, climbing over the fence, cut across an open field and through the tall, s.h.a.ggy gra.s.s toward the southeast.
Hiram straightened himself and drew a deep breath, and the moon, shining full upon his face, showed it twisted, convulsed, as it had been when he had fronted his stepbrother seven months before in the kitchen. Great beads of sweat stood on his brow and he wiped them away with his sleeve. Then, coatless, hatless as he was, he swung himself out of the window, dropped upon the gra.s.s, and, without an instant of hesitation, strode off down the road in the direction that Levi West had taken.
As he climbed the fence where the two men had climbed it he could see them in the pallid light, far away across the level, scrubby meadow land, walking toward a narrow strip of pine woods.
A little later they entered the sharp-cut shadows beneath the trees and were swallowed in the darkness.
With fixed eyes and close-shut lips, as doggedly, as inexorably as though he were a Nemesis hunting his enemy down, Hiram followed their footsteps across the stretch of moonlit open. Then, by and by, he also was in the shadow of the pines. Here, not a sound broke the midnight hush. His feet made no noise upon the resinous softness of the ground below. In that dead, pulseless silence he could distinctly hear the distant voices of Levi and his companion, sounding loud and resonant in the hollow of the woods. Beyond the woods was a cornfield, and presently he heard the rattling of the harsh leaves as the two plunged into the ta.s.seled jungle. Here, as in the woods, he followed them, step by step, guided by the noise of their progress through the canes.
Beyond the cornfield ran a road that, skirting to the south of Lewes, led across a wooden bridge to the wide salt marshes that stretched between the town and the distant sand hills. Coming out upon this road Hiram found that he had gained upon those he followed, and that they now were not fifty paces away, and he could see that Levi"s companion carried over his shoulder what looked like a bundle of tools.
He waited for a little while to let them gain their distance and for the second time wiped his forehead with his shirt sleeve; then, without ever once letting his eyes leave them, he climbed the fence to the roadway.
For a couple of miles or more he followed the two along the white, level highway, past silent, sleeping houses, past barns, sheds, and haystacks, looming big in the moonlight, past fields, and woods, and clearings, past the dark and silent skirts of the town, and so, at last, out upon the wide, misty salt marshes, which seemed to stretch away interminably through the pallid light, yet were bounded in the far distance by the long, white line of sand hills.
Across the level salt marshes he followed them, through the rank sedge and past the gla.s.sy pools in which his own inverted image stalked beneath as he stalked above; on and on, until at last they had reached a belt of scrub pines, gnarled and gray, that fringed the foot of the white sand hills.
Here Hiram kept within the black network of shadow. The two whom he followed walked more in the open, with their shadows, as black as ink, walking along in the sand beside them, and now, in the dead, breathless stillness, might be heard, dull and heavy, the distant thumping, pounding roar of the Atlantic surf, beating on the beach at the other side of the sand hills, half a mile away.
At last the two rounded the southern end of the white bluff, and when Hiram, following, rounded it also, they were no longer to be seen.
Before him the sand hill rose, smooth and steep, cutting in a sharp ridge against the sky. Up this steep hill trailed the footsteps of those he followed, disappearing over the crest. Beyond the ridge lay a round, bowl-like hollow, perhaps fifty feet across and eighteen or twenty feet deep, scooped out by the eddying of the winds into an almost perfect circle. Hiram, slowly, cautiously, stealthily, following their trailing line of footmarks, mounted to the top of the hillock and peered down into the bowl beneath. The two men were sitting upon the sand, not far from the tall, skeleton-like shaft of a dead pine tree that rose, stark and gray, from the sand in which it may once have been buried, centuries ago.
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