James, on his feet, shouted with might and main, and presently was answered from near at hand. Then he saw Lingen and the guide wading through the snow. "They have found us," he told Urquhart; "it"s Francis Lingen and the guide. How they"ve done it I don"t pretend to guess."
"They"ve got around the cornice," Urquhart said. "It can be done I know." He seemed indifferent again, even annoyed again that he couldn"t be allowed to sleep. James thought it a pose, this time.
Lingen, out of breath but extremely triumphant, met James.
"Thank G.o.d," he said. James with lifted brows waved his head backward to indicate the sufferer.
"He"s very bad," he said. "How did you get him to come?" He meant the guide.
Flaming Lingen said, "I made him. I was desperate. I"ve never done such a thing before, but I laid hands on him."
"You are a brick," said James.
Lingen said, "It"s something to know that you can throttle a man when you want to badly enough. I hadn"t the slightest idea. It"s a thing I never did before. I rather like it."
Throttled or not, the guide saved the situation. He saved it, undisguisedly, for his own sake; for he had no zest for helping to carry a bier over the Folgefond. They made a litter of alpen-stocks and the mackintosh, and so between them carried Urquhart down the mountain. No need to dwell on it. They reached the hotel at Odde about midnight, but halfway to it they found help.
CHAPTER XXIV
URQUHART"S APOLOGY
Macartney was right when he said to Lucy, in talking over the adventure, that Urquhart had no moral sense, though she had not then been convinced. But she was to be convinced before she had done with him.
He asked for her repeatedly, and with no regard at all to what had happened. At last he was told that if he excited himself she would leave the hotel. Vera Nugent told him that, having installed herself his nurse. Vera, who knew nothing but suspected much, guessed that Macartney had had as much of her brother as he cared about. As for Lucy, on the whole she despised her for preferring James with the Law to Jimmy without it. In this she did little justice to James"s use of his advantage; but, as I say, she didn"t know what had happened. All she could see for herself was that where she had once had a _faible_ for Urquhart she was now ridiculously in love with her husband. Vera thought that any woman was ridiculous who fell into that position.
She was not alone in the opinion.
However, the main thing was that Jimmy shouldn"t fret himself into a fever. If he kept quiet, she believed that he would recover. There was no dislocation, the doctors told her, but a very bad wrench. He must be perfectly still--and we should see.
Lucy was not told how impatiently she was awaited. James, maybe, did not know anything about it. He felt great delicacy in telling what he had to tell her of the events of that day. But she guessed nearly everything, even that Urquhart had intended to break his own neck. "He would," she said, being in a stare; "he"s like that." James agreed, but pointed out that it had nearly involved his own end likewise. Lucy stared on, but said, "That wouldn"t occur to him at the time." No, said James, on the contrary. It had occurred to him at the time that if he cut the rope, he, James, would immediately turn for home. She nodded her head several times. "He"s like that." And then she turned and hid her face. "It"s all dreadful," she said; "I don"t want to know any more." It was then that James p.r.o.nounced upon Urquhart"s absence of morality, and found out that she was very much interested in him anyhow.
She was curious about what had pa.s.sed between him and James, for she was sure that there had been something. James admitted that. "It was very uncomfortable," he said; "I cut him as short as I could--but I was awfully sorry for him. After all, I had scored, you see."
She gave him a long look. "Yes, you scored. All ways. Because, it was only when I was angry with you that I--thought he might do." There could be no comment on that. Then she said, "I"m thankful that I told you everything before he did."
"So am I, by Jove," said James. He put his arm round her. "If you hadn"t," he said, "I think I could have let him die." Lucy shook her head.
"No, you wouldn"t have done that. He would have--but not you. If you had been capable of that you wouldn"t have called me to come to you as you did--that day." He knew which day she meant, and felt it necessary to tell her something about it.
"On that day," he said, "though you didn"t know it, I was awfully in love with you." She looked at him, wonderfully. "No, I didn"t know that! What a donkey I was! But I was wretched. I simply longed for you."
"If you hadn"t cried, you would never have had me." That she understood.
"You wanted to pity me."
"No, I had been afraid of you. Your tears brought you down to earth."
"That"s poetry," said Lucy.
"It"s the nature of man," he maintained.
She wanted to know if he "minded" her seeing Urquhart. He did, very much; but wouldn"t say so.
"You needn"t mind a bit," she told him. "He has terrified me. I"m not adventurous at all; besides--"
"Besides--?"
"No, no, not now." She would say nothing more.
An expedition was made to the foot of the snow-field--for the benefit of the boys. From a distance they saw the great cornice, and the plateau where James had watched by Urquhart. Lancelot was here confronted with irony for the first time. His loyalty was severely tried. By rights Mr. Urquhart ought to have rescued the lot. Not for a moment could he doubt of that. As for his father, accepted on all hands as a hero, there were difficulties in the way which he could not get over. He had to go very warily to work because of his mother; but he went as far as he could. Why was it that Mr. Urquhart was hurt and Father was not, when they both had the same drop? Lucy could only say that Father dropped better--or fell better. And then there was a pause. "What! With an eyegla.s.s!" He allowed himself that--with her; but with Patrick Nugent he was short and stern. Patrick had said something of the same kind, as they were journeying home together. Why hadn"t Lancelot"s governor smashed his eyegla.s.s when he dropped?
Lancelot sniffed offence immediately, and snorted, "Hoo! Jolly good thing for him he didn"t! It kept the cold out of his eye. It"s like feeding a mouse when you"re a prisoner in dungeons. Afterwards it comes and gnaws the rope. Pooh, any a.s.s could see that." And so much for Patrick and cheek.
But the sick man, fretting in his bed, took short views. To see Lucy again had become so desirable that he could think of nothing else.
She glanced before him as a Promise, and his nature was such that a Promise was halfway to a fulfilling. As strength grew, so did he wax sanguine, and amused himself by reconstructing his Spanish castle.
Vera Nugent gave him no encouragement; and perhaps overdid it. "Hadn"t you really better let the woman alone? She"s perfectly happy--in spite of you." He could afford to laugh at this.
"She doesn"t know what happiness is. She thinks it is safety. I could teach her better."
"You"ve made a great mess of it so far," Vera said. He ignored that.
"You say that she"s happy. I suggest that she is merely snug. That"s what a dormouse calls happiness."
"Well, there"s a good deal of the dormouse in Lucy," Vera said. "If you stroke her she shines."
"Silence!" he cried sharply out. "You don"t know anything at all. I have had her radiant--like a moonstone. When am I to see her?"
"I"ll tell her that you want to see her--but it would be reasonable if she refused."
"She won"t refuse," he said.
James must be told, of course. He took it quietly. "Yes, on the whole--yes. I don"t think you can refuse him that. It will try you."
"It will be horrid--but anyhow you know everything he can say."
"He doesn"t know that I do. He"ll build on that."
"Build!" said Lucy quickly. "What sort of building?"
"Oh, fantastic architecture. Bowers by Bendemeer. Never mind. Are you going?"