Wombo retreated slowly. Oola, cowed, whimpering, behind him. Then, she made an appeal to Lady Bridget, stretching out her unbandaged arm imploringly.
"White Mary--you PIDNEY (understand). That fellow medsin man--husband belonging to me. Him come close-up long-a srub--throw "im spear, NULLA-NULLA--plenty look out Wombo. BA"AL, Wombo got "im spear--ba"al got "im NULLA-NULLA. Suppose black fellow catch "im Wombo--my word!
that fellow MUMKULL (kill). Wombo--mumkull Oola--altogether BONG (dead). YUCKE! YUCKE! Lathychap suppose Ma.s.sa let Wombo sit down long-a head-station--two day, three day--black fellow get tired--up stick--no more look out. No catch "im Wombo. Lathychap!" she pleaded, "BUJERI you PIALLA (intercede with) Boss."
Lady Bridget came down the steps from the veranda and went up to McKeith.
"Colin, what the gin says is true. Her tribe will kill them, and they have no weapons and no means of protection. Will you, as a favour to me, let them stay for a few days? At least, till her arm is healed and the danger past?"
McKeith hesitated perceptibly, then the consciousness of weakening resolve made him harden himself the more, made his speech rougher than it might have been.
"No, I can"t, Biddy. I never break my word. They"ve GOT to go."
He turned fiercely on Wombo, who stood sullen and defiant again, and from him to Oola, who crouched in the dust, sobbing pitifully and rubbing her damaged arm.
"Plenty me sick, Boss--close up TUMBLEDOWN" (die), she wailed.
"Stop that! YAN--do you hear? YAN--YAN--BURRI--BURRI--" (go quickly).
The whip lashed out again. It stung Wombo"s bare leg, and flicked Oola"s petticoat. The two ran screaming l.u.s.tily towards the rocks and scrubby country at the head of the gully.
Lady Bridget uttered a shuddering exclamation and made an impetuous movement with arms partly outstretched as if to follow the pair. Then her arms dropped and she stood stock still.
There was a dead silence. In all the relations of husband and wife, never had there been a moment more crucial as affecting their ultimate future. They looked at each other unflinchingly, neither speaking.
McKeith"s lips were resolute, locked, his pugnacious jaw set like iron.
Here was the stubborn determination of a fighting man, never to admit himself in the wrong. And his eyes seemed to have a steel curtain over them--which, however, had Bridget"s spiritual intuition been awake to perceive it, softened for an instant, letting through a gleam of pa.s.sionate appeal.
But Bridget"s soul was steel-cased also. He saw only contempt, repulsion in her gaze. The larger issues narrowed to a conflict of two egoisms. It seemed to both as though, in the s.p.a.ce of that last quarter of an hour, they had become mortal foes.
The police inspector broke in upon the tense silence. Here was another egoism to be reckoned with--malevolently officious.
"They"ll be hiding in the gully, Mr McKeith. No fear of them taking to the outside bush with the tribe hanging round. I"ll just round "em up and drive "em into the scrub and strike the fear of the Law into them.
I"ll do it now before I turn out my horse into the paddock."
"No," flamed Lady Bridget. "You"ll leave those unfortunate creatures alone--or--if you molest them--whether it"s by my husband"s permission or not--well--you"ll find I"m a bad hater, Mr Harris."
The police inspector flushed a deep red.
"Maybe I"m not such a bad hater either, my lady--but with my respects...."
"That will do, Harris," interposed McKeith. "I told you that I"d do my own dirty jobs. There"s no occasion for you to go against her ladyship"s wishes."
Harris touched his helmet to Lady Bridget and, leering with veiled enmity, replied:
"I"m never one to put myself up against the ladies, except where my duty comes first--and that"s not the case--yet. But as I was saying, with my respects, my lady, Mr McKeith knows very well how to treat the blacks. He knows that you"ve got to keep your word to them, whether that means a plug of tobacco or a plug of cold iron."
Lady Bridget drew back and looked at Harris for a second or two with an expression of the most withering haughtiness. Then, without a word she turned her back on him. The inspector infuriated, muttered in his throat. McKeith interposed sharply:
"Bridget, Harris is going to stay the night."
"Ah! at the Bachelors" Quarters," Lady Bridget smiled with distant calm. "Of course, Mrs Hensor knows. I"m sorry I can"t ask Mr Harris to dinner at the house this evening."
Now, by the social canons of the Bush, the police inspector, being technically speaking of higher grade than the casual traveller, should have been accepted as a "parlour visitor." He would thus have occupied one of the bachelor spare rooms in the Old Humpey and would have joined the Boss and his wife at dinner. Harris had never before stayed the night at Moongarr, and he had confidently expected to be received with honour. Thus he regarded Lady Bridget"s speech as an insult.
"Oh, I"m not one to force my company where it is not wanted," he bl.u.s.tered. "I"m quite content with a shake-down at the Quarters, though if I"d known I might have gone by the short cut with the Specials--it"s rather late, however, to push on to Breeza Downs, where--though perhaps I say it as shouldn"t--I"m sure of a welcome from Mr and Mrs Windeatt, being, so to speak--for law and order--the representative of His Majesty in the Leura district."
Lady Bridget smiled with detached amus.e.m.e.nt, as she turned again and patted the head of an elderly kangaroo dog, which came up to her with its tongue out and a look of wistful enquiry in its bleared eyes, scenting plainly that something was amiss. "Good dog, Veno," she murmured.
Harris bridled.
"I"ll bid you good evening then, my lady," he said stiffly. "No doubt, Mr McKeith, you"ll spare me half an hour in the office by and by. Just to concert our measures for the proper protection of the Pastoralists and the safeguarding of the woolsheds this shearing season."
"Yes, yes, or course," McKeith answered mechanically. The s.p.u.n.k had gone out of him, as Harris would have phrased it; and the Inspector, looking at Lady Bridget, guessed the reason.
"And what now about the gentleman from Leichardt"s Town, Mr McKeith?
Will I be taking him up with me to the Bachelor"s Quarters? Or may be,"
Harris added unpleasantly, "her ladyship won"t object to having him in the house."
McKeith muttered angrily, "d.a.m.n! I"d forgotten."
It was not like him to lose himself during working hours in even a momentary fit of abstraction--except, indeed, when he was riding without immediate objective through the Bush. His eyes were still upon his wife"s slight figure as she moved slowly towards the veranda, with the air of one who has no more concern with the business in hand. Her graceful aloofness, which he knew to be merely a social trick, stung him inexpressibly, the faint bow she had given Harris when he bade her good evening had seemed to include himself. It galled him that he did not seem fitted by nature or breeding to cope with this kind of situation. The half consciousness of inferiority put him still more at disadvantage with himself.
"Biddy, wait please," he said dictatorially.
She paused at the steps, her hand on the railings, her eyes under their lowered lids ignoring him.
He went closer and spoke rapidly in a harsh undertone.
"I didn"t tell you--though I rode ahead on purpose--I met a man at Tunumburra who said he knew you. He"s out from England--been staying at Government House, and brought a letter from Sir Luke Tallant. I hope that at any rate you"ll be civil to him."
She flashed a quick glance at him, and her eyelids dropped again.
"But naturally. I"m not in the habit of being uncivil to--my friends."
And just then--Mrs Hensor, who loved cheap fiction, said afterwards it was all like a scene out of a book--there appeared in the s.p.a.ce between the two wings, a man who had strolled un.o.bserved from one side, out of the background of creepers, and who advanced with quickened step to where the husband and wife stood.
CHAPTER 14
A striking individual. Tall--though not as tall or as ma.s.sively built as Colin McKeith, firm boned and muscular, but with a sort of feline grace of movement. There was the unmistakable stamp of civilisation, and, at the same time, an exotic suggestion of the East, of wild s.p.a.ces, adventure, romance. Not in the least a Bushman, but wearing with ease and picturesqueness, a backwoods get-up. Clothes, extremely well cut; riding breeches and boots; soft shirt and falling collar with a silk tie of dull flame colour knotted at the sinewy throat, loose coat, Panama hat. So much for the figure. The face ugly, but distinguished, sallow-brown in colouring. Nose long, fine, with a slight twist below the bridge; cheeks and chin clean-shaven, an enormous dark moustache concealing the mouth. Hair black, slightly grizzled, and when he lifted his hat forming a thick lightly frosted crest above his forehead. Eyes black--peculiar eyes, sombre, restless, but with a gaze, steady and piercing when concentrated on a particular object, as, just now, it was concentrated on Lady Bridget.
The gaze seemed compelling. Lady Bridget suddenly lifting eyes that were instantly wide open, became aware of the man"s presence. The effect of it upon her was so marked that McKeith, watching her face, felt a shock of surprise. The change in her was noticed by the Police Inspector, with malevolent curiosity. So also by Mrs Hensor, a little further away.
The new-comer saluted her with a low bow, his hat in one hand, the other extended.
"You haven"t forgotten me, I hope, Lady Bridget, though I should think that I am the very last person in the world you would have expected to see in these parts."