Keziah Coffin

Chapter 21

Thinking of the Hammond family reminded him of another member of it. Not that he needed to be reminded; he had thought of her often enough since she ran away from him in the rain that night. And the picture in the doorway was not one that he could forget--or wanted to. If she were not a Come-Outer, he could meet her occasionally and they might become friends. She was a disconcerting young person, who lacked proper respect for one of his profession and laughed when she shouldn"t--but she was interesting, he admitted that.

And then he saw her. She was standing just at the outer edge of the grove, leaning against a tree and looking toward the sunset. She wore a simple white dress and her hat hung upon her shoulders by its ribbons.

The rosy light edged the white gown with pink and the fringes of her dark hair were crinkly lines of fire. Her face was grave, almost sad.

John Ellery stood still, with one foot uplifted for a step. The girl looked out over the water and he looked at her. Then a crow, one of several whirling above the pines, spied the intruder and screamed a warning. The minister was startled and stepped back. A dead limb beneath his foot cracked sharply. Grace turned and saw him.

"Oh!" she cried. "Who is it?"

Ellery emerged from the shadow.

"Don"t be frightened, Miss Van Horne," he said. "It is--er--I."

This statement was neither brilliant nor original; even as an identification it lacked considerable.

"I?" repeated the girl. "Who? Oh! Why--"

The minister came forward.

"Good afternoon, Miss Van Horne," he stammered. "I"m afraid I frightened you."

She was looking at him with a queer expression, almost as if she scarcely believed him real.

"I hope--" he began again. She interrupted him.

"No," she said confusedly, "you didn"t frighten me. I was a little startled when I saw you there behind me. It seemed so odd, because I was just thinking--No, I wasn"t frightened. What is there to be frightened of--in Trumet?"

He had extended his hand, but partially withdrew it, not sure how even such a perfunctory act of friendliness might be received. She saved him embarra.s.sment by frankly offering her own.

"Not much, that"s a fact," he said, in answer to her question. He would have liked to ask what she had been thinking that made his sudden appearance seem so odd.

"You came to see the sunset, I suppose?" she said hurriedly, as if to head off a question. "So did I. It is a beautiful evening for a walk, isn"t it?"

She had said precisely the same thing on that other evening, when they stood in the middle of "Hammond"s Turn-off" in the driving rain. He remembered it, and so, evidently, did she, for she colored slightly and smiled.

"I mean it this time," she said. "I"m glad you didn"t get cold from your wetting the other day."

"Oh! I wasn"t very wet. You wouldn"t let me lend you the umbrella, so I had that to protect me on the way home."

"Not then; I meant the other morning when Nat--Cap"n Hammond--met you out on the flats. He said you were wading the main channel and it was over your boots."

"Over my boots! Is that all he said? Over my head would be the plain truth. To cross it I should have had to swim and, if what I"ve heard since is true, I doubt if I could swim that channel. Captain Hammond helped me out of a bad sc.r.a.pe."

"Oh, no! I guess not. He said you were cruising without a pilot and he towed you into port; that"s the way he expressed it."

"It was worse than that, a good deal worse. It might have been my last cruise. I"m pretty certain that I owe the captain my life."

She looked at him uncomprehendingly.

"Your life?" she repeated.

"I believe it. That part of the channel I proposed swimming was exactly where two men have been drowned, so people say. I"m not a very strong swimmer, and they were. So, you see."

Grace cried out in astonishment.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. Then pointing toward the bay, she asked: "Out there, by the end of that leader, was it?"

"Yes, that was it."

She drew a long breath. Then, after a moment:

"And Nat spoke as if it was all a joke," she said.

"No doubt he did. From what I hear of your brother, he generally refers to his own plucky, capable actions as jokes. Other people call them something else."

She did not answer, but continued to gaze at the half-submerged "leader," with the pine bough tied at its landward end to mark the edge of deep water, and the tide foaming through its lath gratings.

"Your brother--" went on the minister.

"He isn"t my brother," she interrupted absently. "I wish he was."

She sighed as she uttered the last sentence.

"No, of course he isn"t your real brother; I forgot. But he must seem like one."

"Yes," rather doubtfully.

"You must be proud of him."

"I am." There was nothing doubtful this time.

"Well, he saved me from drowning. I"m almost certain of that."

"I"m so glad."

She seemed to mean it. He looked at her.

"Thank you," he said drily. "I"m rather glad myself."

"Oh! I didn"t mean it exactly that way. Of course I"m glad you weren"t drowned, but I"m especially glad that--that one of our family saved you.

Now you won"t believe that Come-Outers are all bad."

"I never believed it."

She shook her head.

"Oh, yes, you did," she affirmed stubbornly. "You"ve heard nothing good of us since you came here. Don"t tell fibs, Mr. Ellery."

"But I a.s.sure you--"

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