As for Jeanie, she was almost out of her mind with eagerness to get back to Melbourne and away from the diggings. She was afraid of many of the people she saw, and didn"t like others. She was terrified all the time Jim was away from her, but she would not hear of living at the Prospectors" Arms with her sister.
"I know where that sort of thing leads to," she said; "let us have our own home, however rough."
Kate went out to Specimen Gully to see her sister pretty often, and they sat and talked and laughed, just as they did in old times, Jeanie said.
She was a simple little thing, and her heart was as pure as quartz crystal. I do really believe she was no match for Kate in any way. So the days went on. I didn"t dare stay away from the Prospectors" Arms, for fear she"d think I wanted to break with her altogether, and yet I was never altogether comfortable in her company. It wasn"t her fault, for she laid herself out to get round us all, even old Arizona Bill, who used to sit solemnly smoking, looking like an Indian chief or a graven image, until at last his brick-coloured, grizzled old face would break up all of a sudden, and he"d laugh like a youngster. As the days drew nigh Christmas I could see a restless expression in her face that I never saw before. Her eyes began to shine in a strange way, and sometimes she"d break off short in her talk and run out of the room.
Then she"d pretend to wish we were gone, and that she"d never seen us again. I could hardly tell what to make of her, and many a time I wished we were on blue water and clear away from all chance of delay and drawback.
Chapter 30
We made up our minds to start by Sat.u.r.day"s coach. It left at night and travelled nigh a hundred miles by the same hour next morning. It"s more convenient for getting away than the morning. A chap has time for doing all kinds of things just as he would like; besides, a quieter time to slope than just after breakfast. The Turon daily mail was well horsed and well driven. Nightwork though it was, and the roads dangerous in places, the five big double-reflector lamps, one high up over the top of the coach in the middle with two pair more at the side, made everything plain. We Cornstalks never thought of more than the regular pair of lamps, pretty low down, too, before the Yankee came and showed us what cross-country coaching was. We never knew before. My word, they taught us a trick or two. All about riding came natural, but a heap of dodges about harness we never so much as heard of till they came to the country with the gold rush.
We"d made all our bits of preparations, and thought nothing stood in the way of a start next evening. This was Friday. Jim hadn"t sold his bits of traps, because he didn"t want it to be known he wasn"t coming back.
He left word with a friend he could trust, though, to have "em all auctioned and the goodwill of his cottage, and to send the money after him. My share and his in the claim went to Arizona Bill and his mate. We had no call to be ashamed of the money that stood to our credit in the bank. That we intended to draw out, and take with us in an order or a draft, or something, to Melbourne. Jeanie had her boxes packed, and was so wild with looking forward to seeing St. Kilda beach again that she could hardly sleep or eat as the time drew near.
Friday night came; everything had been settled. It was the last night we should either of us spend at the Turon for many a day--perhaps never. I walked up and down the streets, smoking, and thinking it all over. The idea of bed was ridiculous. How wonderful it all seemed! After what we had gone through and the state we were in less than a year ago, to think that we were within so little of being clear away and safe for ever in another country, with as much as would keep us comfortable for life.
I could see Gracey, Aileen, and Jeanie, all so peaceful and loving together, with poor old mother, who had lost her old trick of listening and trembling whenever she heard a strange step or the tread of a horse.
What a glorious state of things it would be! A deal of it was owing to the gold. This wonderful gold! But for it we shouldn"t have had such a chance in a hundred years. I was that restless I couldn"t settle, when I thought, all of a sudden, as I walked up and down, that I had promised to go and say good-bye to Kate Mullockson, at the Prospectors" Arms, the night before we started. I thought for a moment whether it would be safer to let it alone. I had a strange, unwilling kind of feeling about going there again; but at last, half not knowing what else to do, and half not caring to make an enemy of Kate, if I could help it, I walked up.
It was latish. She was standing near the bar, talking to half-a-dozen people at once, as usual; but I saw she noticed me at once. She quickly drew off a bit from them all; said it was near shutting-up time, and, after a while, pa.s.sed through the bar into the little parlour where I was sitting down. It was just midnight. The night was half over before I thought of coming in. So when she came in and seated herself near me on the sofa I heard the clock strike twelve, and most of the men who were walking about the hall began to clear out.
Somehow, when you"ve been living at a place for a goodish while, and done well there, and had friends as has stuck by you, as we had at the Turon, you feel sorry to leave it. What you"ve done you"re sure of, no matter how it mayn"t suit you in some ways, nor how much better you expect to be off where you are going to. You had that and had the good of it. What the coming time may bring you can"t reckon on. All kinds of cross luck and accidents may happen. What"s the use of money to a man if he smashes his hip and has to walk with a crutch all his days? I"ve seen a miner with a thousand a month coming in, but he"d been crushed pretty near to death with a fall of earth, and about half of him was dead.
What"s a good dinner to a man that his doctor only allows him one slice of meat, a bit of bread, and some toast and water? I"ve seen chaps like them, and I"d sooner a deal be the poorest splitter, slogging away with a heavy maul, and able, mind you, to swing it like a man, than one of those broken-down screws. We"d had a good time there, Jim and I.
We always had a kind spot in our hearts for Turon and the diggings afterwards. Hard work, high pay, good friends that would stick to a man back and edge, and a safe country to lie in plant in as ever was seen.
We was both middlin" sorry, in a manner of speaking, to clear out. Not as Jim said much about it on account of Jeanie; but he thought it all the same.
Well, of course, Kate and I got talkin" and talkin", first about the diggings, and then about other things, till we got to old times in Melbourne, and she began to look miserable and miserabler whenever she spoke about marrying the old man, and wished she"d drownded herself first. She made me take a whisky--a stiffish one that she mixed herself--for a parting gla.s.s, and I felt it took a bit of effect upon me. I"d been having my whack during the day. I wasn"t no ways drunk; but I must have been touched more or less, because I felt myself to be so sober.
"You"re going at last, d.i.c.k," says she; "and I suppose we shan"t meet again in a hurry. It was something to have a look at you now and then.
It reminded me of the happy old times at St. Kilda."
"Oh, come, Kate," I said, "it isn"t quite so bad as all that. Besides, we"ll be back again in February, as like as not. We"re not going for ever."
"Are you telling me the truth, Richard Marston?" says she, standing up and fixing her eyes full on me--fine eyes they were, too, in their way; "or are you trying another deceit, to throw me off the scent and get rid of me? Why should you ever want to see my face after you leave?"
"A friendly face is always pleasant. Anyhow, Kate, yours is, though you did play me a sharpish trick once, and didn"t stick to me like some women might have done."
"Tell me this," she said, leaning forward, and putting one hand on my shoulder, while she seemed to look through the very soul of me--her face grew deadly pale, and her lips trembled, as I"d seen them do once before when she was regular beyond herself--"will you take me with you when you go for good and all? I"m ready to follow you round the world. Don"t be afraid of my temper. No woman that ever lived ever did more for the man she loved than I"ll do for you. If Jeanie"s good to Jim--and you know she is--I"ll be twice the woman to you, or I"ll die for it. Don"t speak!" she went on; "I know I threw you over once. I was mad with rage and shame. You know I had cause, hadn"t I, d.i.c.k? You know I had. To spite you, I threw away my own life then; now it"s a misery and a torment to me every day I live. I can bear it no longer, I tell you.
It"s killing me--killing me day by day. Only say the word, and I"ll join you in Melbourne within the week--to be yours, and yours only, as long as I live."
I didn"t think there was that much of the loving nature about her. She used to vex me by being hard and uncertain when we were courting. I knew then she cared about me, and I hadn"t a thought about any other woman.
Now when I didn"t ask her to bother herself about me, and only to let me alone and go her own way, she must turn the tables on me, and want to ruin the pair of us slap over again.
She"d thrown her arms round my neck and was sobbing on my shoulder when she finished. I took her over to the sofa, and made her sit down by the side of me.
"Kate," I said, "this won"t do. There"s neither rhyme nor reason about it. I"m as fond of you as ever I was, but you must know well enough if you make a bolt of it now there"ll be no end of a bobbery, and everybody"s thoughts will be turned our way. We"ll be clean bowled--the lot of us. Jim and I will be jugged. You and Jeanie will be left to the mercy of the world, worse off by a precious sight than ever you were in your lives. Now, if you look at it, what"s the good of spoiling the whole jimbang for a fancy notion about me? You and I are safe to be first-rate friends always, but it will be the ruin of both of us if we"re fools enough to want to be more. You"re living here like a regular queen. You"ve got a good husband, that"s proud of you and gives you everything you can think of. You took him yourself, and you"re bound to stick to him. Besides, think of poor Jeanie and Jim. You"ll spoil all their happiness; and, more than all--don"t make any mistake--you know what Jeanie thinks of a woman who leaves her husband for another man."
If you let a woman have a regular good cry and talk herself out, you can mostly bring her round in the end. So after a bit Kate grew more reasonable. That bit about Jeanie fetched her too. She knew her own sister would turn against her--not harsh like, but she"d never be the same to her again as long as she lived.
The lamp had been put out in the big hall. There was only one in this parlour, and it wasn"t over bright. I talked away, and last of all she came round to my way of thinking; at any rate not to want to clear off from the old man now, but to wait till I came back, or till I wrote to her.
"You are right, d.i.c.k," she said at last, "and you show your sense in talking the way you have; though, if you loved as I do, you could not do it. But, once more, there"s no other woman that you"re fonder of than me? It isn"t that that makes you so good? d.i.c.k Marston good!" and here she laughed bitterly. "If I thought that I should go mad."
What was I to do? I could not tell her that I loved Gracey Storefield ten times as much as I"d ever cheated myself into thinking I cared about her. So I swore that I cared more for her than any woman in the whole world, and always had done so.
This steadied her. We parted good friends, and she promised to keep quiet and try and make the best of things. She turned up the lamp to show me the way out, though the outer door of the hall was left open night and day. It was a way we had at the Turon; no one troubled themselves to be particular about such trifles as furniture and so on.
There was very little small robbery there; it was not worth while. All petty stealers were most severely punished into the bargain.
As I stood up to say good-bye a small note dropped out of my breast-pocket. It had shifted somehow. Kate always had an eye like a hawk. With one spring she pounced upon it, and before I could interfere opened and read it! It was Gracey Storefield"s. She stood for one moment and glared in my face. I thought she had gone mad. Then she threw the bit of paper down and trampled upon it, over and over again.
"So, d.i.c.k Marston," she cried out hoa.r.s.ely, her very voice changed, "you have tricked me a second time! Your own Gracey! your own Gracey! and this, by the date, at the very time you were letting me persuade myself, like a fool, like an idiot that I was, that you still care for me! You have put the cap to your villainy now. And, as G.o.d made me, you shall have cause--good cause--to fear the woman you have once betrayed and twice scorned. Look to yourself."
She gazed at me for a moment with a face from which every trace of expression had vanished, except that of the most devilish fury and spite--the face of an evil spirit more than of a woman; and then she walked slowly away. I couldn"t help pitying her, though I cursed my own folly, as I had done a thousand times, that I had ever turned my head or spoken a word to her when first she crossed my path. I got into the street somehow; I hardly knew what to think or to do. That danger was close at our heels I didn"t doubt for a moment. Everything seemed changed in a minute. What was going to happen? Was I the same d.i.c.k Marston that had been strolling up Main Street a couple of hours ago?
All but off by the to-morrow evening"s coach, and with all the world before me, a good round sum in the bank; best part of a year"s hard, honest work it was the price of, too.
Then all kinds of thoughts came into my head. Would Kate, when her burst of rage was over, go in for revenge in cold blood? She could hardly strike me without at the same time hurting Jeanie through Jim. Should I trust her? Would she come right, kiss, and make friends, and call herself a madwoman--a reckless fool--as she"d often done before? No; she was in bitter earnest this time. It did not pay to be slack in making off. Once we had been caught napping, and once was enough.
The first thing to do was to warn Jim--poor old Jim, snoring away, most like, and dreaming of taking the box-seat for himself and Jeanie at the agent"s next morning. It seemed cruel to wake him, but it would have been crueller not to do so.
I walked up the narrow track that led up to the little gully with the moon shining down upon the white quartz rock. The pathway wound through a "blow" of it. I threw a pebble at the door and waited till Jim came out.
"Who"s there? Oh! it"s you, old man, is it? It"s rather late for a call; but if you"ve come to spend the evening I"ll get up, and we"ll have a smoke, anyhow."
"You dress yourself, Jim," I said, "as quick as you can. Put on your hat and come with me; there"s something up."
"My G.o.d!" says Jim, "what is it? I"m a rank coward now I"ve got Jeanie.
Don"t go and tell me we"ve got to cut and run again."
"Something like it," I said. "If it hasn"t come to that yet, it"s not far off."
We walked up the gully together. Jim lit his pipe while I told him shortly what had happened to me with Kate.
"May the devil fly away with her!" said Jim savagely, "for a bad-minded, bad-hearted jade; and then he"d wish he"d left her where she was. She"d be no chop-down there even. I think sometimes she can"t be Jeanie"s sister at all. They must have changed her, and mothered the wrong child on the old woman. My word! but it"s no laughing matter. What"s to be done?"
"There"s no going away by the coach to-morrow, I"m afraid. She"s just the woman to tear straight up the camp and let it all out before her temper cooled. It would take a week to do that. The sergeant or Sir Ferdinand knows all about it now. They"ll lose no time, you may be certain."
"And must I leave without saying good-night to Jeanie?" says Jim. "No, by----! If I have half-a-dozen bullets through me, I"ll go back and hold her in my arms once more before I"m hunted off and through the country like a wild dog once more. If that infernal Kate has given us away, by George, I could go and kill her with my own hand! The cruel, murdering, selfish brute, I believe she"d poison her mother for a ten-pound note!"
"No use swearing at Kate, Jim," I said; "that won"t mend matters. It"s not the first time by a thousand that I"ve wished I"d never set eyes on her; but if I"d never seen her that day on St. Kilda beach you"d never known Jeanie. So there"s evens as well as odds. The thing is, what are we to do now?"
"Dashed if I know. I feel stupid about tackling the bush again; and what can I do with Jeanie? I wish I was dead. I"ve half a mind to go and shoot that brute of a woman and then myself. But then, poor Jeanie! poor little Jeanie! I can"t stand it, d.i.c.k; I shall go mad!"
I thought Jim was going to break out crying just as he used when he was a boy. His heart was a big soft one; and though he could face anything in the way of work or fighting that a man dare do, and do two men"s share very like, yet his tears, mother said, laid very near his eyes, and till he was a grown man they used to pump up on all sorts of occasions.