Harry had now gained the fence and had already begun to loosen the reins when Alec, out of breath and highly indignant over the refusal to carry out his warning, reached his side.
"You better come right back f"om whar ye started," the old negro puffed; "ye can"t go dat way or dey"ll set de dogs on ye." Here his eyes rested on the reins and forelock. "What! you got a horse an" you--"
Harry turned and laid his hand on the old servant"s shoulder. He could hardly control his voice:
"Don"t you know me, Alec? I"m Harry!"
The old man bent down, peered into Harry"s eyes, and with a quick spring forward grabbed him by both shoulders.
"You my Ma.r.s.e Harry!--you!" His breath was gone now, his whole body in a tremble, his eyes bulging from his head.
"Yes, Alec, Harry! It"s only the beard. Look at me! I didn"t want my father to see us--that"s why I kept on."
The old servant threw up his hands and caught his young master around the neck. For some seconds he could not speak.
"And de colonel druv ye out!" he gasped. "Oh, my Gawd! my Gawd! And ye ain"t daid, and ye come back home ag"in." He was sobbing now, his head on the exile"s shoulder, Harry"s arms about him--patting his bent back.
"But yer gotter go back, Ma.r.s.e Harry," he moaned. "He ain"t "sponsible these days. He didn"t know ye! Come "long, son; come back wid ol" Alec; please come, Ma.r.s.e Harry. Oh, Gawd! ye GOTTER come!"
"No, I"ll go home to-night--another day I"ll--"
"Ye ain"t got no home but dis, I tell ye! Go tell him who ye is--lemme run tell him. I won"t be a minute. Oh! Ma.r.s.e Harry, I can"t let ye go! I been dat mizzable widout ye. I ain"t neber got over lovin" ye!"
Here a voice from near the office broke out. In the dusk the two could just make out the form of the colonel, who was evidently calling to some of his people. He was bareheaded and without his shade.
"I"ve sent Alec to see him safe off the grounds. You go yourself, Mr.
Grant, and follow him into the highroad; remember that after this I hold you responsible for these prowlers."
The two had paused while the colonel was speaking, Harry, gathering the reins in his hand, ready to vault into the saddle, and Alec, holding on to his coat-sleeves hoping still to detain him.
"I haven"t a minute more--quick, Alec, tell me how my mother is."
"She"s middlin" po"ly, same"s ever; got great rings under her eyes and her heart"s dat heaby makes abody cry ter look at "er. But she ain"t sick, jes" griebin" herse"f to death. Ain"t yer gwineter stop and see "er? May be I kin git ye in de back way."
"Not now--not here. Bring her to Uncle George"s house to-morrow about noon, and I will be there. Tell her how I look, but don"t tell her what my father has done. And now tell me about Miss Kate--how long since you saw her? Is she married?"
Again the colonel"s voice was heard; this time much nearer--within hailing distance. He and the overseer were evidently approaching the fence; some of the negroes had doubtless apprised them of the course of Harry"s exit.
Alec turned quickly to face his master, and Harry, realizing that his last moment had come, swung himself into the saddle. If Alec made any reply to his question it was lost in the clatter of hoofs as both horse and man swept down the by-path. In another moment they had gained the main road, the rider never breaking rein until he had reached the farm-house where he had fed and watered his horse some hours before.
Thirty-odd miles out and back was not a long ride for a hired horse in these days over a good turnpike with plenty of time for resting--and he had as many breathing spells as gallops, for Harry"s moods really directed his gait. Once in a while he would give him his head, the reins lying loose, the horse picking his way in a walk. Then the bitterness of his father"s words and how undeserved they were, and how the house of cards his hopes had built up had come tumbling down about his ears at the first point of contact would rush over him, and he would dig his heels into the horse"s flanks and send him at full gallop through the night along the pale ribbon of a road barely discernible in the ghostly dark. When, however, Alec"s sobs smote his ear, or the white face of his mother confronted him, the animal would gradually slacken his pace and drop into a walk.
Dominated by these emotions certain fixed resolutions at last took possession of him: He would see his mother at once, no matter at what cost--even if he defied his father--and then he would find his uncle.
Whether he would board the next vessel heaving port and return to his work in the mountains, or whether he would bring his uncle back from Craddock and the two, with his own vigorous youth and new experience of the world, fight it out together as they had once done before, depended on what St. George advised. Now that Kate"s marriage was practically decided upon, one sorrow--and his greatest--was settled forever. Any others that were in store for him he would meet as they came.
With his mind still intent on these plans he rode at last into the open door of the small courtyard of the livery stable and drew rein under a swinging lantern. It was past ten at night, and the place was deserted, except by a young negro who advanced to take his horse. Tossing the bridle aside he slipped to the ground.
"He"s wet," Harry said, "but he"s all right. Let him cool off gradually, and don"t give him any water until he gets dry. I"ll come in to-morrow and pay your people what I owe them."
The negro curry-combed his fingers down the horse"s flanks as if to a.s.sure himself of his condition, and in the movement brought his face under the glare of the overhead light.
Harry grabbed him by the shoulder and swung him round.
"Todd--you rascal! What are you doing here? Why are you not down on the Eastern Sh.o.r.e?" His astonishment was so intense that for an instant he could not realize he had the right man.
The negro drew back. He was no runaway slave, and he didn"t intend to be taken for one--certainly not by a man as rough and suspicious looking as the one before him.
"How you know my name, man?" He was nervous and scared half out of his wits. More than one negro had been shanghaied in that way and smuggled off to sea.
"Know you! I"d know you among a thousand. Have you, too, deserted your master?" He still held him firmly by the collar of his coat, his voice rising with his wrath. "Why have you left him? Answer me."
For an instant the negro hesitated, leaned forward, and then with a burst of joy end out:
"You ain"t!--Fo" Gawd it is! Dat beard on ye, Ma.r.s.e Harry, done fool me--but you is him fo" sho. Gor-a-mighty! ain"t I glad ye ain"t daid.
Ma.r.s.e George say on"y yisterday you was either daid or sick dat ye didn"t write an"--"
"Said yesterday! Why, is he at home?"
"HOME! Lemme throw a blanket over dis hoss and tie him tell we come back. Oh, we had a heap o" mis"ry since ye went away--a heap o" trouble.
Nothin" but trouble! You come "long wid me--"tain"t far; des around de corner. I"ll show ye sompin" make ye creep all over. An" it ain"t gettin" no better--gettin" wuss. Dis way, Manse Harry. You been "cross de big water, ain"t ye? Dat"s what I heared. Aunt Jemima been mighty good, but we can"t go on dis way much longer."
Still talking, forging ahead in the darkness through the narrow street choked with horseless drays, Todd swung into a dingy yard, mounted a flight of rickety wooden steps, and halted at an unpainted door. Turning the k.n.o.b softly he beckoned silently to Harry, and the two stepped into a small room lighted by a low lamp placed on the hearth, its rays falling on a cot bed and a few chairs. Beside a cheap pine table sat Aunt Jemima, rocking noiselessly. The old woman raised her hand in warning and put her fingers to her lips.
On the bed, with the coverlet drawn close under his chin, lay his Uncle George!
CHAPTER XXVI
Harry looked about the room in a bewildered way and then tiptoed to St. George"s bed. It had been a day of surprises, but this last had completely upset him. St. George dependent on the charity of his old cook and without other attendant than Todd! Why had he been deserted by everybody who loved him? Why was he not at Wesley or Craddock? Why should he be here of all places in the world?
All these thoughts surged through his mind as he stood above the patient and watched his slow, labored breathing. That he had been ill for some time was evident in his emaciated face and the deep hollows into which his closed eyes were sunken.
Aunt Jemima rose and handed the intruder her chair. He sat down noiselessly beside him. Once his uncle coughed, and in the effort drew the coverlet close about his throat, his eyes still shut; but whether from weakness or drowsiness, Harry could not tell. Presently he shifted his body, and moving his head on the pillow, called softly:
"Jemima?"
The old woman bent over him.
"Yes, Ma.r.s.e George."
"Give me a little milk--my throat troubles me."
Harry drew back into the shadow cast over one end of the cot and rear wall by the low lamp on the hearth. Whether to slip his hand gently over his uncle"s and declare himself, or whether to wait until he dozed again and return in the morning, when he would be less tired and could better withstand the shock of the meeting, was the question which disturbed him. And yet he could not leave until he satisfied himself of just what ought to be done. If he left him at all it must be for help of some kind. He leaned over and whispered in Jemima"s ear: