"It means mischief to all concerned," said the man, sullenly.
"This is Miss Walton," said the woman, advancing.
"Yes," exclaimed Annie, and she rushed forward and sobbed out, "save me from your husband; he threatened to take my life."
""My husband!"" said the woman, with intense bitterness, turning toward the man. "Do you hear that, Vight? Quiet your fears, young lady. Do you remember the sick, weary woman that you found one hot day last summer by the roadside? I was faint, and it seemed to me that I was dying. I often wish to, but when it comes to the point and I look over into the black gulf, I"m afraid--"
"But, woman--" interrupted the man, harshly.
"Be still," she said, imperiously waving her hand.
"Don"t rouse a devil you can"t control." Then turning to Annie, she continued, "I was afraid then; I was in an agony of terror. I was so weak that I could scarcely do more than look appealingly to you and stretch out my hands. Most ladies would have said, "She"s drunk," and pa.s.sed contemptuously on. But you got out of your wagon and took my cold hand. I whispered, "I"m sick; for G.o.d"s sake help me." And you believed me and said, "I will help you, for G.o.d"s sake and your own."
Then you went to the carriage, and got some cordial which you said was for another sick person, and gave me some; and when I revived, you half carried me and half lifted me into your nice covered little wagon, that kept the burning sun off my head, and you took me miles out of your way to a little house which I falsely told you was my home. I heard that you afterward came to see me. You spoke kindly. When I could speak I said that I was not fit for you to touch, and you answered that Jesus Christ was glad to help touch any human creature, and that you were not better than He! Then you told me a little about Him, but I was too sick to listen much. G.o.d knows I"ve got down about as low as any woman can.
I dare not pray for myself, but since that day I"ve prayed for you. And mark what I say, Vight," she added, her sad, weird manner changing to sudden fierceness, "not a hair of this lady"s head shall be hurt."
"But these two will go and blab on us," said the man, angrily. "At least the girl will. She won"t promise to keep her secret. I have no fears for the man; I can keep him quiet."
"Why won"t you promise?" asked the woman, gently, but with surprise.
"Because I cannot," said Annie, earnestly, though her voice was still broken by sobs. "When we hide crime, we take part in it."
"And would you rather die than do what you thought wrong?"
"It were better," said Annie.
"Oh that I had had such a spirit in the fatal past!" groaned the woman.
"But won"t you protect me still?" exclaimed Annie, seizing her hand.
"It would kill my poor old father too, if I should die. I cannot burden my soul with your secrets, but save me--oh, save me, from so dreadful a death!"
"I have said it, Miss Walton. Not a hair of your head shall be hurt."
"What do you advise then, madam?" asked the man, satirically. "Shall we invite Mr. Walton and the sheriff up to-morrow to take a look at the room as it now stands?"
"I advise nothing," said the woman, harshly. "I only say, in a way you understand, not a hair of this girl"s head shall be hurt."
"Thank G.o.d, oh, thank G.o.d," murmured Annie, with a feeling of confidence and inexpressible relief, for there was that in the woman"s bearing and tone which gave evidence of unusual power over her a.s.sociate in crime.
Then Annie added, still clinging to a hand unsanctified by the significant plain ring, "I hope you will keep my companion safe from harm also."
During the scene between Annie and her strange protector, who was evidently a sad wreck of a beautiful and gifted woman, Gregory had sunk into a chair through weakness and shame, and covered his face with his hands.
The woman turned toward him with instinctive antipathy, and asked, "How is it, sir, you have left a young girl to meet this danger alone?"
Gregory"s white, drawn face turned scarlet as he answered, "Because I am like you and this man here, and not like Miss Walton, who is an angel of truth and goodness."
""Like _us_," indeed!" said she, disdainfully. "I don"t know that you have proved us _cowards_ yet. And could you be bad and mean enough to see this brave maiden slain before your eyes, and go away in silence to save your own miserable self?"
"For aught I know I could," answered he, savagely. "I would like to see what mean, horrible, loathsome thing, this hateful, hated thing I call myself could not do."
Gregory showed, in a way fearful to witness, what intense hostility and loathing a spirit naturally n.o.ble can feel toward itself when action and conscience are at war.
"Ah," said the woman, bitterly, "now you speak a language I know well.
Why should I fear the judgment-day?" she added, with a gloomy light in her eyes, as if communing with herself. "Nothing worse can be said of me than I will say now. But," she sneered, turning sharply to Gregory, "I do not think I have fallen so low as you."
"Probably not," he replied, with a grim laugh, and a significant shrug which he had learned abroad. "I will not dispute my bad pre-eminence.
Come, Vight, or whatever your name is," he continued, rising, "make up your mind quickly what you are going to do. I am a weak man, morally and physically. If you intend to shoot me, or let your dog make a meal of me, let us have it over as soon as possible. Since Miss Walton is safe, I am as well prepared now as I ever shall be."
"I entreat you," pleaded Annie, still clinging to the woman, "don"t let any harm come to him."
"What is the use of touching him?" said the man, gruffly. Then turning to Gregory he asked, "Do you still promise not to use your knowledge against me? You might do me more harm in New York than here."
"I have promised once, and that is enough," said Gregory, irritably. "I keep my word for good or evil, though you can"t know that, and are fools for trusting me."
"I"ll trust neither of you," said the man, with an oath. "Here, Dencie, I must talk with you alone. I"m willing to do anything that"s reasonable, but I"m not going to prison again alive, mark" that (with a still more fearful imprecation). "Don"t leave this room or I won"t answer for the consequences," he said, sternly to Gregory and Annie, at the same time looking significantly at the dog.
Then he and the woman went into the back room, and there was an earnest and somewhat angry consultation.
Gregory sat down and leaned his head on the table in a manner that showed he had pa.s.sed beyond despondency and fear into despairing indifference as to what became of him. He felt that henceforth he must be simply odious to Miss Walton, that she would only tolerate his presence as long as it was necessary, veiling her contempt by more politeness. In his shame and weakness he would almost rather die than meet her true, honest eyes again.
Annie had the courage of principle and firm resolve, rather than that which is natural and physical. The thought of sudden and violent death appalled her. If her impulsive nature were excited, like that of a soldier in battle, she could forget danger. If in her bed at home she were wasting with disease, she would soon submit to the Divine will with childlike trust. But her whole being shrunk inexpressibly from violent and unnatural death. Never before did life seem so sweet. Never before was there so much to live for. She could have been a martyr in any age and in any horrible form for conscience" sake, but she would have met her fate tremblingly, shrinkingly, and with intense longings for life. And yet with all this instinctive dread, her trust in G.o.d and His promises would not fail. But instead of standing calmly erect on her faith, and confronting destiny, it was her nature, in such terrible emergencies, to cling in loving and utter dependence, and obey.
She therefore in no respect shared Gregory"s indifference, but was keenly alive to the situation.
At first, with her hand upon her heart to still its wild throbbings, she listened intently, and tried to catch the drift of the fateful conference within. This being vain, her eyes wandered hurriedly around the room. Standing thus, she unconsciously completed a strange picture in that incongruous place, with her dejected companion on one side, and the great dog, eying her savagely, on the other. Gregory"s despairing att.i.tude impressed her deeply. In a sudden rash of pity she felt that he was not as cowardly as he had seemed. A woman with difficulty forgives this sin. His harsh condemnation and evident detestation of himself impelled her generous nature instinctively to take the part of his weak and wronged spirit. She had early been taught to pity rather than to condemn those whom evil is destroying. In all his depravity he did not repel her, for, though proud, he had no petty, shallow vanity; and the evident fact that he suffered so deeply disarmed her.
Moreover, companionship in trouble which she felt was partly her fault, drew her toward him, and, stepping to his side, she laid her hand on his shoulder and said, gently, "Cheer up, my friend; I understand you better than you do yourself. G.o.d will bring us safely through."
He shrunk from her hand, and said, drearily, "With better reason than younder woman I can say, "I am not fit for you to touch." As for G.o.d, He has nothing to do with me."
She answered, kindly, "I do not think that either of those things is true. But, Mr. Gregory, what will they do with us? They will not dare--"
She was interrupted by the entrance of the strangely a.s.sorted couple into whose crime-stained hands they had so unexpectedly fallen. Both felt that but little trust could be placed in such perverted and pa.s.sion-swept natures--that they would be guided by their fears, impulses, and interests. Annie"s main hope was in the hold she had on the woman"s sympathies; but the latter, as she entered, wore a sullen and disappointed look, as if she had not been given her own way. Annie at once stepped to her side and again took her hand, as if she were her best hope of safety. It was evident that her confidence and unshrinking touch affected the poor creature deeply, and her hand closed over Annie"s in a way that was rea.s.suring.
"I suppose you would scarcely like to trust yourselves to me or my dog," said the man, with a grim laugh. "What"s more, I"ve no time to bother with you. Since my companion here feels she owes you something, Miss Walton, she can now repay you a hundred-fold. But follow her directions closely, as you value your lives;" and he left the house with the dog. Soon after, they heard in the forest what seemed the note of the whippoorwill repeated three times, but it was so near and importunate that Annie was startled, and the woman"s manner indicated that she was not listening to a bird. After a few moments she said, gloomily: "Miss Walton, I promised you should receive no harm, and I will keep my word. I hoped I could send you directly home to-night, but that"s impossible. I can do much with Vight, but not everything. He has sworn never to go to prison again alive, and none of our lives would be worth much if they stood in the way of his escape. We meant to leave this region before many months, for troublesome stories are getting around, and now we must go at once. I will take you to a place of safety, from which you can return home to-morrow. Come."
"But father will be wild with anxiety," cried Annie, wringing her hands.
"It is the best I can do," said the woman, sadly. "Come, we have no time to lose."
She put on a woollen hood, and taking a long, slender staff, led the way out into the darkness.
They felt that there was nothing to do but follow, which they did in silence. They did not go back toward their broken wagon, but continued down the wheel-track whereon their accident had occurred. Suddenly the woman left this, taking a path through the woods, and after proceeding with difficulty some distance, stopped, and lighted a small lantern she had carried under her shawl. Even with the aid of this their progress was painful and precarious in the steeply descending rocky path, which had so many intricate windings that both Annie and Gregory felt that they were indeed being led into a _terra incognita_. Annie was consumed with anxiety as to the issue of their strange adventure, but believed confidence in her guide to be the wisest course. Gregory was too weary and indifferent to care for himself, and stumbled on mechanically.
At last he said, sullenly, "Madam, I can go no further. I may as well die here as anywhere."
"You _must_ go," she said, sharply; "for my sake and Miss Walton"s, if not for your own. Besides, it"s not much further. What I do to-night must be done rightly."