Billy was gripping his hands now. Over near the stove, still kneeling before the closed door, he saw the dark face of an Indian turned toward him.
"It was Couchee," he said. "He hit me with the b.u.t.t of his whip, and I"ve had funny spells ever since. Before I have another I want to tell you what I"m up against, Rookie. My Gawd, it"s a funny chance that ran me up against you-- just in time! Listen."
He told McTabb briefly of Scottie Deane"s death, of Couchee"s flight from the cabin, and the present situation there.
"There isn"t a minute to lose," he finished, tightening his hold on McTabb"s hand. "There"s the kid and the mother, and I"ve got to get back to them, Rookie. The rest is up to you. We"ve got to get a woman.
If we don"t-- soon--"
He rose to his feet and stood there looking at McTabb. The other nodded.
"I understand," he said. "You"re in a bad fix, Billy. It"s two hundred miles to the nearest white woman, away over near Du Brochet. You couldn"t get an Indian to go within half a mile of a cabin that"s struck by the plague, and I doubt if this white woman would come. The only game I can see is to send to Fort Churchill or Nelson House and have the force send up a nurse. It will take two weeks."
Billy gave a gesture of despair. Indian Joe had listened attentively, and now rose quietly from his position in front of the stove.
"There"s Indian camp over on Arrow Lake," he said, facing Billy. "I know squaw there who not afraid of plague."
"Sure as fate!" cried McTabb, exultantly. "Joe"s mother is over there, and if there is anything on earth she won"t do for Joe I can"t guess what it is. Early this winter she came a hundred and fifty miles-- alone-- to pay him a visit. She"ll come. Go after her, Joe. I"ll go Billy MacVeigh"s bond to get the Service to pay her five dollars a day from the hour she starts!" He turned to Billy. "How"s your head?" he asked.
"Better. It was the run that fixed me, I guess."
"Then we"ll go over to Couchee"s cabin and I"ll bring back the kid."
They left Joe preparing for his three-day trip into the south and east, and outside the cabin McTabb insisted on Billy riding behind the dogs. They struck back for Couchee"s trail, and when they came to it McTabb laughed.
"I"ll bet they"re running like rabbits," he said. "What in thunder did you expect to do if you caught "em, Billy? Drag the woman back by the hair of "er "ead? I"m glad you tumbled where you did. You"ve got to beat a lynx to beat Couchee. He"d have perforated you from behind a snow-drift sure as your name"s Billy MacVeigh."
Billy felt that an immense load had been lifted from him, and he was partly inclined to tell his companion more about Isobel and himself.
This, however, he did not do. As McTabb strode ahead and urged on the dogs he figured on the chances of Joe and his mother returning within a week. During that time he would be alone with Isobel, and in spite of the horrible fear that never for a moment left his heart it was impossible for him not to feel a thrill of pleasure at the thought.
Those would be days of agony for himself as well as for her, and yet he would be near, always near, the woman he loved. And little Isobel would be safe in Rookie"s cabin. If anything happened--
His hands gripped the edges of the sledge at the thought that leaped into his brain. It was Pelliter"s thought. If anything happened to Isobel the little girl would be his own, forever and forever. He thrust the thought from him as if it were the plague itself. Isobel would live. He would make her live, If she died--
McTabb heard the low cry that broke from his lips. He could not keep it back. Good G.o.d, if she went, how empty the world would be! He might never see her again after these days of terror that were ahead of him; but if she lived, and he knew that the sun was shining in her bright hair, and that her blue eyes still looked up at the stars, and that in her sweet prayers she sometimes thought of him-- along with Deane-- life could not be quite so lonely for him.
McTabb had dropped back to his side.
"Head hurt?" he asked.
"A little," lied Billy. "There"s a level stretch ahead, Rookie. Hustle up the dogs!"
Half an hour later the sledge drew up in front of Couchee"s cabin.
Billy pointed to the tent.
"The little one is in there," he said. "Go over an" get acquainted, Rookie. I"m going to take a look inside to see if everything is all right."
He entered the cabin quietly and closed the door softly behind him.
The inner door was as he had left it, partly open, and he looked in, with a wildly beating heart. He could no longer hesitate. He stepped in and spoke her name.
"Isobel!"
There was a movement on the bed, and he was startled by the suddenness with which Isobel sprang to her feet. She drew aside the heavy curtain from the window and stood in the light. For a moment Billy saw her blue eyes filled with a strange fire as she stared at him. There was a wild flush in her cheeks, and he could hear her dry breath as it came from between her parted lips. Her hair was still undone and covered her in a shimmering veil.
"I"ve found a trapper"s cabin, Isobel, and we"re taking the baby there," he went on. "She will be safe. And we"re sending for help-- for a woman--"
He stopped, horror striking him dumb. He saw more plainly the feverish madness in Isobel"s eyes. She dropped the curtain, and they were in gloom. The whispered words he heard were more terrible than the madness in her eyes.
"You won"t kill her?" she pleaded. "You won"t kill my baby? You won"t kill her--"
She staggered, back toward the bed, whispering the words over and over again. Not until she had dropped upon it did Billy move. The blood in his body seemed to have turned cold. Be dropped upon his knees at her side. His hand buried itself in the soft smother of her hair, but he no longer felt the touch of it. He tried to speak, but words would not come. And then, suddenly, she thrust him back, and he could see the glow of her eyes in the half darkness. For a moment she seemed to have fought herself out of her delirium.
"It was you-- you-- who helped to kill him!" she panted. "It was the Law-- and you are the Law. It kills-- kills-- kills-- and it never gives back when it makes a mistake. He was innocent, but you and the Law hounded him until he died. You are the murderers. You killed him.
You have killed me. And you will never be punished-- never-- never-- because you are the Law-- and because the Law can kill-- kill-- kill--"
She dropped back, moaning, and MacVeigh crouched at her side, his fingers buried in her hair, with no words to say. In a moment she breathed easier. He felt her tense body relax. He forced himself to his feet and dragged himself into the outer room, closing the door after him. Even in her delirium Isobel had spoken the truth. Forever she had digged for him a black abyss between them. The Law had killed Scottie Deane. And he was the Law. And for the Law there was no punishment, even though it took the life of an innocent man.
He went outside. McTabb was in the tent. The gloom of evening was closing in on a desolate world. Overhead the sky was thick, and suddenly, with a great cry, Billy flung his arms straight up over his head and cursed that Law which could not be punished, the Law that had killed Scottie Deane. For he was that Law, and Isobel had called him a murderer.
XVII
ISOBEL FACES THE ABYSS
It was not the face of MacVeigh-- the old MacVeigh-- that Rookie McTabb, the ex-constable, looked into a few moments later. Days of sickness could have laid no heavier hand upon him than had those few minutes in the darkened room of the cabin. His face was white and drawn. There were tense lines at the corners of his mouth and something strange and disquieting in his eyes. McTabb did not see the change until he came out into what remained of the day with little Isobel in his arms. Then he stared.
"That blow got you bad," he said. "You look sick. Mebbe I"d better stay with you here to-night."
"No, you hadn"t," replied Billy, trying to throw off what he knew the other saw. "Take the kid over to the cabin. A night"s sleep and I"ll be as lively as a cat. I"m going to vaccinate her before you go."
He went into the tent and dug out from his pack the small rubber pouch in which he carried a few medicines and a roll of medicated cotton. In a small bottle there were three vaccine points. He returned with these and the cotton.
"Watch her close," he said, as he rolled back the child"s sleeve. "I"m going to give you an extra point, and if this doesn"t work by the seventh or eighth day you must do the job over again."
With the point of his knife he began to work gently on baby Isobel"s tender pink skin. He had expected that she would cry. But she was not frightened, and her big blue eyes followed his movements wonderingly.
At last it began to hurt, and her lips quivered. But she made no sound, and as tears welled into her eyes Billy dropped his knife and caught her up close to his breast.
"G.o.d bless your dear little heart," he cried, smothering his face in her silken curls. "You"ve been hurt so much, an" you"ve froze, an"
you"ve starved, an" you ain"t never said a word about it since that day up at Fullerton! Little sweetheart--"
McTabb heard him whispering things, and little Isobel"s arms crept tightly about his neck. After a little Billy held her out to him again, and a part of what Rookie had seen in his face was gone.
"It won"t hurt any more," he said, as he rubbed the vaccine point over the red spot on her arm. "You don"t want to be sick, do you? And that "ll keep you from being sick. There--"
He wound a strip of the cotton about her arm, tied it, and gave part of what remained to McTabb. Then he took her in his arms again and kissed her warm face and her soft curls, and after that bundled her in furs and put her on the sledge. Rookie was straightening out the dogs when, like a thief, he clipped off one of the curls with his knife.
Isobel laughed gleefully when she saw the curl between his fingers.
Before McTabb had turned it was in his pocket.
"I won"t see her again-- soon," MacVeigh said; and he tried to keep a thickness out of his voice. "That is, I-- I won"t see her to-- to handle her. I"ll come over now and then an" look at her from the edge of the woods. You bring "er out, Rookie, an" don"t you dare to let her know I"m out there. She wouldn"t know what it meant if I didn"t come to her."
He watched them as they disappeared into the gloom of night, and when they had gone a groan of anguish broke from his lips. For he knew that little Isobel was going from him forever. He would see her again-- from the edge of the forest; but he would never hold her in his arms, nor feel again her tender arms about his neck or the soft smother of her hair against his face. Long before the dread menace of the plague was lifted from the cabin and from himself he would be gone. For that was what Isobel, the mother, had demanded, and he would keep his promise to her. She would never know what happened in these days of her delirium. She would not have to face him afterward. He knew already how he would go. When help came he would slip away quietly some night, and the big wilderness would swallow him up. His plans seemed to come without thought on his own part. He would go to Fort Churchill and testify against Bucky Smith. And then he would quit the Service. His term of enlistment expired in a month, and he would not re-enlist. "It was the Law that killed him-- and you are the Law. It kills-- kills-- kills-- and it never gives back when it makes a mistake." Under the dark sky those words seemed never to end in his ears, and each moment they added to his hatred of the thing of which he had been a part for years. He seemed to hear Isobel"s accusing voice in the low soughing of the night wind in the spruce tops; and in the stillness of the world that hung heavy and close about him the words chased each other through his brain until they seemed to leave behind them a path of fire.