"The understanding has existed for ten years; never denied until now," he protested hotly. "You knew I loved you; I"ve fought a dozen men on your account--"
"True enough," she broke in, "you have challenged every gentleman who has dared address me. Did you think such swash-buckling was going to win my heart? Any girl possessing self-respect would revolt at such methods.
Whatever affection I may have felt for you as a boy has been driven from me by these actions. You wanted a slave, a servant, not a companion, and it is not in Mortimer blood to yield to every whim, to every crack of the whip. I never loved you, never confessed I did. I tried to be obedient, endeavored to like you to please my father, but this past winter has so thoroughly revealed your real character that I will pretend no longer."
"My character! We have known each other from childhood. I know well enough what has made the difference in you."
"Indeed!"
"Yes, indeed; it"s that d.a.m.ned Continental spy."
"It has been some one all along according to your theory--any gentleman who has shown me ordinary kindness. You have called out Captain Kincade, Lieutenant Mathieson, Major Lang, and others, just to prove your ownership of me. You have made me the laughingstock of Philadelphia. Now it pleases you to select Major Lawrence with which to a.s.sociate my name.
Because he danced with me once you felt justified in quarrelling with him in my presence, in goading him into fighting you. It was the act of a cowardly bully. Whatever respect I may once have had for you, Captain Grant, has been dissipated this past winter."
"Can you tell me it is not Lawrence?"
"I could tell you, and very plainly, but I refuse to be questioned."
"Well, by Gad! I know without asking," and he sprang to his feet, gripping her hand. "You"ve helped that fellow against me from the first.
I"ll put up with it no longer. I came back here to-night desperate, prepared to resort to any measures. I meant to give you a chance, and, by heaven! I have. Do you think I am the sort of man you can play with? If I can have you only by force then it is going to be that. Oh, don"t try to pull away! I"ve got you now just as I wanted you--alone! Your father is not here, and that fool Seldon is busy enough out yonder. There is not even a guard to interfere. Do you know what I mean to do?"
She made no answer, but her very silence seemed to fan his anger.
"Sulky, are you! Well, I"ll tell you just the same. There"s a preacher living at the crossroads--you know him, that snivelling, long-faced Jenks. He"s a ranting rebel all right, but he"ll do what I say, or I"ll cut his heart out. You are going there with me to-night to be married.
I"ll put an end to these tantrums, and by to-morrow you"ll have come to your senses. Now will you go quietly, or shall I make you?"
She wrenched away from him; there was a moment"s struggle, and then her white-robed figure sprang forth into the starlight. I saw him grasp her, tearing the shoulder of her dress with the fierce grip of his fingers. I was already upon my feet, crouching behind the bush, prepared to spring.
She drew back, her face white as marble.
"You coward! You cur!"
"Hold your temper, Mistress," with a snarling laugh. "I know how to conquer you."
That moment I reached him.
CHAPTER XXIII
WORDS OF LOVE
In spite of the fact that he was armed the advantage was all with me. His grip on the girl dragged her to the ground with him, but she rolled aside as we grappled like two wild beasts, my fingers at his throat. I knew the strength of the man, but my first blow had sent his brain reeling, while the surprise of my unexpected a.s.sault gave me the grip sought. He struggled to one knee, wrenching his arms free, but went down again as my fist cracked against his jaw. Then it was arm to arm, muscle to muscle, every sinew strained as we clung to each other, striving for mastery. He fought like a fiend, gouging and snapping to make me break my hold, but I only clung the closer, twisting one hand free, and driving my fist into his face. At last I gripped his pistol, wrenched it forth, and struck with the b.u.t.t. He sank back, limp and breathless, and I rose to my knees looking down into the upturned face. Almost at the moment her hand touched my shoulder.
"Is he dead? Have you killed him?"
"Far from it," I answered gladly. "He is merely stunned, and will revive presently, but with a sad headache. I would not have hit him, but he is a stronger man than I."
"Oh, you were justified. It was done to protect me. I knew you must be somewhere near."
"You were waiting for me?"
"Yes--no; not exactly that. I was in the summer house; I did not mean you should see me, but I wished to be sure of your escape; I--I--of course I was anxious."
"I can easily understand that, for you have a.s.sumed much risk--even ventured the life of the devoted Peter."
"Oh, no; you rate my devotion too high by far. Peter"s life has not been endangered."
"But the guard told me he was the direct cause of all that firing beyond the ravine."
The starlight revealed the swift merriment in her eyes.
"I--I--well, I believe he was originally responsible, but--well, you see I know Peter, Major Lawrence, and really there is no danger that he will get hurt. I cannot imagine what they could have found to fire at so long, but it is certainly not Peter. "Twould be my guess that he is even now in the house, calmly eating supper, not even wasting a smile on the racket without. You may have observed he is not of an emotional disposition."
"My attention has, indeed, been called to that fact. Yet that does not explain how he could be in two places at one and the same time."
"Nothing that Peter pleases to do is explainable. His ways are not our ways, nor his thoughts our thoughts. He is simply Peter. He started all this, but was never in front of those guns long. They must be shooting at shadows. But, Major, we forget where we are, the perils about us, and the necessity of your immediate escape. We must not stand talking here."
She was close beside me, looking up into my face, her eyes filled with anxiety. Grant lay motionless upon the gra.s.s, a mere darker shadow. To linger there, however strong the temptation, was to expose her to even greater peril. Already Seldon"s men must be returning toward the house.
There were words upon my lips I longed to speak, questions I desired to ask, but I held these sternly back, restrained by the pleading in those eyes.
"No, for your sake I must go at once," I answered soberly. "Seldon must not find you here, nor must Grant suspect your connection with my a.s.sault upon him. I doubt if he recognized my face in this darkness, although he will surely realize the truth when he learns of my escape. But how can I leave you here unprotected? When this man returns to consciousness--and that can mean but a few moments--he will be furious."
"I shall be safe enough. He will have no opportunity to find me alone again. To-night I had no conception that he was near, and was not even armed. I--I have been afraid of him for months; he has acted like a crazed man. But you must go!" She caught my arm, urging me toward the thicket where the horse was concealed; then suddenly paused with a new thought. "Take his hat and coat," she whispered swiftly. "There are British patrols between here and the Delaware. Quick, and I will have your horse untied."
I did as directed, feeling the value of the suggestion, and, a moment later, to all appearance an officer of Queen"s Rangers, slipped through the thicket of trees, and took the reins from her hands.
"You will go straight back into the house?"
"Yes," she said obediently; then extended her hand. "Good-bye, Major Lawrence. I suppose this ends our acquaintance."
"Not if I can avoid such a fate," I replied, holding her fingers closely.
"If I believed that I am not sure but I would return to the cell. It has been a strange intimacy into which we have been thrown; three days have made us old friends. Surely you cannot believe me so ungrateful as your words would seem to imply."
"But I deserve no grat.i.tude," making no effort to draw away, yet looking into my face frankly. "Perhaps you have misunderstood. Is it not possible for the women of these Colonies to sacrifice as well as the men in the cause of patriotism? You must not believe that I have done this merely for your sake, Major Lawrence."
"Yet I would like to believe so," I insisted warmly. "You are the daughter of a loyalist."
"And Eric is the son of a loyalist," laughingly, "and wears a Continental uniform. I am not privileged to go so far, restrained by the limitations of s.e.x, yet I may be equally a rebel."
"Which would seem to mean that all your kindness toward me would have been similarly given to any patriot soldier."
"Why--why, yes; I--I think so."
"And I do not, Mistress Claire; I refuse to so believe." Her eyes flashed up at me, and I lost all restraint in their swift challenge. "I am going to speak--just a word, yet I must give it utterance before I ride out into the dark, away from you. I love you. It makes no difference to me where your sympathies may be in this struggle, you have won my heart.
Look up, dear, and listen. I am going back to the camp, back to the campaign. I know not what the night, what the morrow may bring. But I know forever I love you, and that if I live I shall surely come back.
Will you be glad? Will you promise me welcome?"