"They said you were comin"," he remarked.
He held out his hand for the axe. Raven, loath to give it to him, yet saw no excuse for withholding it. After all, she was safely locked in.
So he tossed the axe and Tenney caught it lightly, and was turning away.
But he stopped, considered a moment, looking down at the ground, and then, evidently concluding the question had to be put, broke out, and, Raven thought, shamefacedly:
"You seen anything of her up here?"
"Her?" Raven repeated, though he knew the country shyness over family terms.
"Yes. My woman."
"Your wife?" insisted Raven. "I don"t believe I know her. No, I"m sure I don"t. I"ve been away several years. On the road, you mean? No--not a soul."
A swift rage pa.s.sed over Tenney"s face. It licked it like a flash of evil light and Raven thought he saw how dangerous he could be.
"No," he said, "I don"t mean on the road. I mean in the woods."
"Up here?" persisted Raven. "No, certainly not. This is no place for a woman. A woman would have to be off her head to come traipsing up here in the snow. Is that what you were yelling about? I thought you were a catamount, at least."
He laughed. He had an idea, suddenly conceived, that the man, having a keen sense of personal dignity, was subject to ridicule, and that a laugh would be salutary for him. And he was right. Tenney straightened, put his axe over his shoulder, and walked away down the hill.
IX
Raven stood looking after him a minute and then began an ostentatious search for his knife, went to the little pile of brush and saw it--the steel tip of the handle shining there--and pulled the brush aside to get it. As he was rising with it in his hand, he saw Tenney turn and look back at him. He held up the knife and called:
"I"ve got it."
Tenney, not answering even by a sign, went on over the rise and disappeared below. Then Raven, after lingering a little to make sure he did not reappear, turned up the slope and into the path at the left and so came again to the hut. He unlocked the door and went in. She was sitting by the fire and the child was on the floor, staring rather vacuously at his little fingers, as if they interested him, but not much. The woman was looking at the child, but only in a mechanical sort of way, as if it were her job to look and she did it without intention even when the child was safe. But she was also watching the door, waiting for him; it was in an agony of expectation, and her eyes questioned him the instant he stepped in.
"Warm enough?" he inquired, as incidentally, he hoped, as if it were not unusual to find her here. "Let me throw on a log."
He did throw on two and the fire answered. The solemn child, who proved, at closer view, to have an unusual beauty of pink cheeks, blue eyes, and reddish hair, did not intermit his serious gaze at his fingers. When Raven had put on the logs and dusted himself off, he found himself at a loss. How should he begin? Was Tenney, with his catamount yells and his axe, to be ignored altogether, or should he rea.s.sure her by telling her the man had gone? But she herself began.
"I suppose," she said, in the eloquent low voice that seemed to make the smallest word significant, "you think it"s funny."
Raven knew what sense the word was meant to convey.
"No," he said, "not in the least. It"s pretty bad for you, though," he added gravely, on second thought that he might.
She made a little gesture with her hand. It was a beautifully formed hand, but reddened with work. The gesture was as if she threw something away.
"He won"t hurt me," she said.
"No," Raven returned, "I should hope not."
He drew up a chair to the hearth and was about to take it when she spoke again. The blood ran into her cheeks, as she did it, and she put her request with difficulty. It seemed to Raven that she was suddenly engulfed in shame.
"Should you just as soon," she asked, "take the key inside an" lock the door?"
She put it humbly, and Raven rose at once.
"Of course," he said. "Good idea."
He locked the door and came back to his chair and she began, never omitting to share her attention with the child:
"I know who you be. It"s too bad this has come upon you. I"ll have to ask you not to let it go any further."
Raven was about to a.s.sure her that nothing had come upon him, and then he bethought himself that a great deal had. She had looked to him like the Mother of Sorrows and, though the shock of that vision was over, she seemed to him now scarcely less touching in her beautiful maternity and her undefended state. So he only glanced at her and said gravely:
"n.o.body will know anything about it from me. After all"--he was bound to rea.s.sure her if he could--"I"ve nothing to tell."
Her face flashed into an intensity of revolt against any subterfuge, the matter was so terrible.
"Why, yes, you have," said she. "Isr"el Tenney chased his woman up into the woods with an axe. An" you heard him yellin" after her. That"s G.o.d"s truth."
Raven felt rising in him the rage of the natural man, a pa.s.sion of protection for the woman who is invincibly beautiful yet physically weak.
"An"," she went on, "you might ha" seen him out there, axe an" all."
"Oh," said Raven, as if it were of no great account, "I did see him."
"O my soul!" she breathed. "You see him? I"m glad you come in. He might ha" asked you if you"d seen me."
"He did."
This was a new terror and she was undone.
"How"d you do it?" she asked breathlessly. "You must ha" put it better"n I could or he"d be here now."
"I didn"t "put it,"" said Raven, easily. "I lied, and he went off down the hill."
Extravagant as it seemed, he did get an impression, like a flash, that she was disappointed in him because he had lied. But this was no time for casuistry. There were steps to be taken.
"You won"t go back to him," he said, and said it definitively as if it were a matter he had thought out, said it like a command.
She stared at him.
"Not go back to him?" she repeated. "Why, I"ve got to go back to him.
I"ve got to go home. Where do you expect I"m goin", if I don"t go home?"
"Haven"t you any people?" Raven asked her. "Can"t you go to them?"
She laughed a little, softly, showing fine white teeth. The spell of her beauty was moving to him. He might never, he thought, have noticed her at all in other circ.u.mstances, if he had not seen her there in the woods and felt her need knock at his heart with the imperative summons of the outraged maternal. Was this the feeling rising in him that had made his mother"s servitude to his father so sickening in those years gone by?
Was the old string still throbbing? Did it need but a woman"s hand to play upon it? And yet must he not have noted her, wherever they had met?
Would not any man?