An hour later I returned to the spring. The horse, the carriage, and the clothes of Sir Thomas alone met my eyes. The sun was setting. The shadows were getting long. Not a bird"s song under the foliage, not the hum of an insect in the tall gra.s.s. A silence like death looked down on this solitude! The silence frightened me. I climbed up on the rock which overlooks the cavern; I looked to the right and to the left. n.o.body! I called. No answer! The sound of my voice, repeated by the echoes, filled me with fear. Night settled down slowly. A vague sense of horror oppressed me. Suddenly the story of the young girl who had disappeared occurred to me; and I began to descend on the run; but, arriving before the cavern, I stopped, seized with unaccountable terror: in casting a glance in the deep shadows of the spring I had caught sight of two motionless red points. Then I saw long lines wavering in a strange manner in the midst of the darkness, and that at a depth where no human eye had ever penetrated. Fear lent my sight, and all my senses, an unheard-of subtlety of perception. For several seconds I heard very distinctly the evening plaint of a cricket down at the edge of the wood, a dog barking far away, very far in the valley. Then my heart, compressed for an instant by emotion, began to beat furiously and I no longer heard anything!
Then uttering a horrible cry, I fled, abandoning the horse, the carriage. In less than twenty minutes, bounding over the rocks and brush, I reached the threshold of our house, and cried in a stifled voice:
"Run! Run! Sir Hawerburch is dead! Sir Hawerburch is in the cavern--!"
After these words, spoken in the presence of my tutor, of the old woman Agatha, and of two or three people invited in that evening by the doctor, I fainted. I have learned since that during a whole hour I raved deliriously.
The whole village had gone in search of the commodore. Christian Weber hurried them off. At ten o"clock in the evening all the crowd came back, bringing the carriage, and in the carriage the clothes of Sir Hawerburch. They had discovered nothing. It was impossible to take ten steps in the cavern without being suffocated.
During their absence Agatha and I waited, sitting in the chimney corner. I, howling incoherent words of terror; she, with hands crossed on her knees, eyes wide open, going from time to time to the window to see what was taking place, for from the foot of the mountain one could see torches flitting in the woods. One could hear hoa.r.s.e voices, in the distance, calling to each other in the night.
At the approach of her master, Agatha began to tremble. The doctor entered brusquely, pale, his lips compressed, despair written on his face. A score of woodcutters followed him tumultuously, in great felt hats with wide brims--swarthy visaged--shaking the ash from their torches. Scarcely was he in the hall when my tutor"s glittering eyes seemed to look for something. He caught sight of the negress, and without a word having pa.s.sed between them, the poor woman began to cry:
"No! no! I don"t want to!"
"And I wish it," replied the doctor in a hard tone.
One would have said that the negress had been seized by an invincible power. She shuddered from head to foot, and Christian Weber showing her a bench, she sat down with a corpse-like stiffness.
All the bystanders, witnesses of this shocking spectacle, good folk with primitive and crude manners, but full of pious sentiments, made the sign of the cross, and I who knew not then, even by name, of the terrible magnetic power of the will, began to tremble, believing that Agatha was dead.
Christian Weber approached the negress, and making a rapid pa.s.s over her forehead:
"Are you there?" said he.
"Yes, master."
"Sir Thomas Hawerburch?"
At these words she shuddered again.
"Do you see him?"
"Yes--yes," she gasped in a strangling voice, "I see him."
"Where is he?"
"Up there--in the back of the cavern--dead!"
"Dead!" said the doctor, "how?"
"The spider--Oh! the spider crab--Oh!--"
"Control your agitation," said the doctor, who was quite pale, "tell us plainly--"
"The spider crab holds him by the throat--he is there--at the back--under the rock--wound round by webs--Ah!"
Christian Weber cast a cold glance toward his a.s.sistants, who, crowding around, with their eyes sticking out of their heads, were listening intently, and I heard him murmur:
"It"s horrible! horrible!"
Then he resumed:
"You see him?"
"I see him--"
"And the spider--is it big?"
"Oh, master, never--never have I seen such a large one--not even on the banks of the Mocaris--nor in the lowlands of Konanama. It is as large as my head--!"
There was a long silence. All the a.s.sistants looked at each other, their faces livid, their hair standing up. Christian Weber alone seemed calm; having pa.s.sed his hand several times over the negress"s forehead, he continued:
"Agatha, tell us how death befell Sir Hawerburch."
"He was bathing in the basin of the spring--the spider saw him from behind, with his bare back. It was hungry, it had fasted for a long time; it saw him with his arms on the water. Suddenly it came out like a flash and placed its fangs around the commodore"s neck, and he cried out: "Oh! oh! my G.o.d!" It stung and fled. Sir Hawerburch sank down in the water and died. Then the spider returned and surrounded him with its web, and he floated gently, gently, to the back of the cavern. It drew in on the web. Now he is all black."
The doctor, turning to me, who no longer felt the shock, asked:
"Is it true, Frantz, that the commodore went in bathing?"
"Yes, Cousin Christian."
"At what time?"
"At four o"clock."
"At four o"clock--it was very warm, wasn"t it?"
"Oh, yes!"
"It"s certainly so," said he, striking his forehead. "The monster could come out without fear--"
He p.r.o.nounced a few unintelligible words, and then, looking toward the mountaineers:
"My friends," he cried, "that is where this ma.s.s of debris came from--of skeletons--which spread terror among the bathers. That is what has ruined you all--it is the spider crab! It is there--hidden in its web--awaiting its prey in the back of the cavern! Who can tell the number of its victims?"
And full of fury, he led the way, shouting:
"f.a.gots! f.a.gots!"
The woodcutters followed him, vociferating.
Ten minutes later two large wagons laden with f.a.gots were slowly mounting the slope. A long file of woodcutters, their backs bent double, followed, enveloped in the somber night. My tutor and I walked ahead, leading the horses by their bridles, and the melancholy moon vaguely lighted this funereal march. From time to time the wheels grated. Then the carts, raised by the irregularities of the rocky road, fell again in the track with a heavy jolt.
As we drew near the cavern, on the playground of the roebucks, our cortege halted. The torches were lit, and the crowd advanced toward the gulf. The limpid water, running over the sand, reflected the bluish flame of the resinous torches, the rays of which revealed the tops of the black firs leaning over the rock.
"This is the place to unload," the doctor then said. "It"s necessary to block up the mouth of the cavern."