Captain Zeb stepped beside the stage and put one foot on the wheel.
"Say, Thad," he whispered, "is that all you know? Where did he go to?"
"Can"t tell you, cap"n. The conductor says he see him afore they got to Coha.s.set Narrows and not after. Naturally, we s"pose he got off there.
Pretty good joke on old Daniels, I call it. Serve him right, figgerin"
to take a pa.s.senger away from me. He, he!"
"But you do know more, now don"t you? Tell a feller--come! I don"t like Elkanah any better"n you do."
"Well," the driver"s voice dropped still lower. "Well," he whispered, "I did hear this much, though don"t you tell none of them: A chap I know was on the train and he said he see Cap"n Nat get off the cars at the Coha.s.set Narrows depot and there was a woman with him."
"A woman? A WOMAN? What woman?"
"Blessed if I know! And he didn"t nuther. So long! Git dap!"
The reception committee and its escort drove slowly back to Trumet. The Daniels following was disgusted and disappointed. Captain Elkanah had figured upon keeping Hammond under his own wing until he was safely deposited at the old tavern. Grace was there and Elkanah meant that these two should meet before any inkling of Ellery"s story reached Nat"s ears. Incidentally, he could drop a few damaging hints concerning the minister"s character. To hurt Ellery all he could and prejudice Hammond against him--that was the plan, and now it was frustrated. The captain had not put in an appearance and no one knew where he was or when he would come home. Obviously, there was nothing to do except give up the reception and await further news from the missing man.
Some of those present wished to remain in Bayport until night. Another train was due in Sandwich and, possibly, Nat might come on that. They could telegraph and find out whether or not he did come, and if he did, could send a carriage for him. But this suggestion was overruled. The reception was off.
The homeward journey had some unpleasant incidents. Several Come-Outers had driven over. Nat belonged to them, so they felt--he was the son of their dead founder and leader--and they determined the Regulars should not have him all to themselves. They had come to bid him welcome on behalf of the worshipers at the chapel. Now they took advantage of the general disappointment to make sarcastic and would-be-humorous remarks loud enough for the majestic occupant of the decorated carriage to hear.
"Seems to me," said Thoph Black, "that them flags ought to be ha"f mast.
That craft"s in distress."
"S-sh-h!" counciled his companion, another Come-Outer. "Don"t be irreverent. Look who"s cruisin" under "em. That"s the King of Trumet.
Let"s you and me go ahead and fire salutes, Thoph."
Captain Elkanah wrathfully ordered the flags to be removed from the horses" heads and from the dashboard.
As Noah Ellis and his pa.s.senger turned into the lighthouse lane another vehicle turned out of it.
"Who was that?" queried Kyan. "Looked like one of the livery stable horses to me."
""Twa"n"t. "Twas Thankful Payne"s and that was her carriage, too. It"s gettin" so dark I couldn"t see who was drivin" it, but "twas a man, anyhow."
Kyan seemed to be pondering. "I wonder," he said slowly, "I wonder if that cousin of hers from Sandwich is here visitin". That Caleb Pratt, seems to me his name is."
"Don"t know. Why?"
"Nothin", nothin". I just wondered, that was all. That might explain why she let me--"
"Hey?"
"Nothin". Good night, Noah. I"m much obliged to you for takin" me over, even if there wa"n"t no reception."
Trumet spent that evening wondering what had become of Nat Hammond.
Captain Zeb Mayo wondered most of all. Yet his wonderment was accompanied by vague suspicions of the truth. And, at eleven o"clock, when the village was in bed, a horse and buggy moved down the Turn-off and stopped before the Hammond gate. A man alighted from the buggy and walked briskly up to the side door. There he knocked and then whistled shrilly.
A window overhead was opened.
"Who is it?" asked a feminine voice.
"Don"t be frightened, Gracie," replied the man at the door. "It"s me--Nat. I"ve come home again."
CHAPTER XX
IN WHICH THE MINISTER RECEIVES A LETTER
John Ellery was uneasy. Physically he was very much better, so much better that he was permitted to sit up a while each day. But mentally he was disturbed and excited, exactly the condition which the doctor said he must not be in. Keziah and Grace had gone away and left him, and he could not understand why.
Mrs. Higgins, Ike"s mother, was at the shanty and she did her best to soothe and quiet him. She was a kind soul and capable, in her way, but she could not answer his questions satisfactorily.
"Where are they?" he demanded. "Why did they go? Has anything happened?
When are they coming back?"
"I can"t tell you just when, Mr. Ellery," replied Mrs. Higgins. "Grace had to go home for a--a day or so and Keziah had things to attend to at the parsonage. Don"t you fret yourself about them."
"I"m not fretting, but it does seem strange. I could understand why one should go, perhaps, but not both. Didn"t Gra--Miss Van Horne tell you why she went?"
"Well, now, Mr. Ellery, don"t let"s worry about Gracie. She"s a good girl with lots of common sense and--"
"I know that. But that doesn"t answer me. Why did she go?"
"Keziah hadn"t been to the parsonage sence that day when you was fust took sick, and I expect likely she felt that she"d ought to--"
"Please, Mrs. Higgins, tell me the truth. I"m not asking about Mrs.
Coffin. Didn"t Miss Van Horne tell you her reason for leaving?"
"No, she didn"t."
"But you know the reason? You"re keeping something from me. Did she say when she would come back?"
"No, not exactly, but, of course--"
"I know you"re keeping something from me. What has happened?"
"Happened? Land sakes! does anything ever happen in Trumet?"
"I think a good many things have happened lately. And the longer you keep the truth from me the more I shall suspect."
"Mr. Ellery, you set still in that chair, or, when the doctor comes, he"ll put you to bed. I"ve got some cookin" to do and I can"t set here gossipin" no longer. You behave yourself and stop frettin". I"m skipper here now--er--for a while, anyhow--and you"ve got to take orders from me. There! now I cal"late you"re scared, ain"t you?"
He did not seem greatly frightened, nor in awe of his new skipper.
Instead, he was evidently preparing to ask more questions. Mrs. Higgins hurriedly fled to the living room and closed the door behind her.
The minister heard her rattling pans and dishes at a great rate. The noise made him nervous and he wished she might be more quiet. He moved to the chair nearest the window and looked out over the dunes and the wide stretch of tumbling blue sea. The surf was rolling up the sh.o.r.e, the mackerel gulls were swooping and dipping along the strand, the beach gra.s.s was waving in the wind. A solitary fish boat was beating out past the spar buoy. She was almost over the spot when the San Jose had first anch.o.r.ed.