Aileen wasn"t like to leave poor old mother as long as she wanted her, so it couldn"t come off for a year or two at earliest, and many things were sure to happen in the meanwhile. So we let all the talking and walking and riding out in the evening go on as much as they pleased, and never said anything or seemed to take any notice at all about it.
All this time mother was at George Storefield"s. When Aileen ran over that time, he said it wasn"t fit for them to live at Rocky Flat by themselves. So he went over that very day--like a good fellow, as he was--and brought over the old woman, and made them both stay at his house, safe and comfortable. When Aileen said she had to go away to nurse dad he said he would take care of mother till she came back, and so she"d been there all the time. She knew Mrs. Storefield (George"s mother) well in the old times; so they used to sit by the kitchen fire when they wanted to be extra comfortable, and knit stockings and talk over the good old times to their hearts" content.
If it hadn"t been for old Mrs. Storefield I don"t expect mother would have contented herself there--the cottage was got so grand, Aileen told us, and Gracey had to dress a bit now. George had kept on making more money in every way he tried it, and of course he began, bit by bit, to live according to his means.
He"d bought cattle-stations on the Lachlan just when the gold broke out first, and everybody thought station property was never going to be worth nothing again. Now, since cattle had risen and meat and all to such a price, he was making money hand over fist. More than that, as I said before, he"d been made a magistrate, and all the swells began to take notice of him--not altogether because he"d made money either; what I call the real swells, as far as I see, won"t do that. If they don"t care for a man--no matter how much money he"s made--they hold shy of him. But if he"s a straight-going good sort of fellow, that has his head screwed on the right way, and don"t push himself forward too much, they"ll meet him half-way, and a very good thing too.
We could see George was going upwards and out of our lot, beginning to mix with different people and get different notions--not but what he was always kind and friendly in his way to Aileen and mother, and would have been to us if he"d ever seen us. But all his new friends were different kind of people, and after a bit, Aileen said, we"d only be remembered as people he"d known when he was young, and soon, when the old lady died, we"d be asked into the kitchen and not into the parlour. Aileen used to laugh when she talked like this, and say she"d come and see George when he"d married a lady, and what fun it would be to remind Gracey of the time they threshed the oats out together at Rocky Flat. But still, laugh and all, I could see, though she talked that way, it made her feel wretched all the while, because she couldn"t help thinking that we ought to have done just as well as George, and might have been nigh-hand as far forward if we"d kept straight. If we"d only kept straight! Ah, there was where the whole mistake lay.
It often seems to me as if men and women ought to have two lives--an old one and a new one--one to repent of the other; the first one to show men what they ought to keep clear of in the second. When you think how foolish-like and childish man or woman commits their first fault, not so bad in itself, but enough often to shut them out from nearly all their chances of good in this world, it does seem hardish that one life should end all under the sun. Of course, there"s the other, and we don"t know what"s coming, but there"s so many different notions about that a chap like me gets puzzled, and looks on it as out of his line altogether.
We weren"t sorry to have a little excuse to stop quiet at home for this month. We couldn"t have done no good by mooching about, and ten to one, while the chase was so hot after all that were supposed to have had a hand in rubbing out Hagan and his lot, we should have been dropped upon. The whole country was alive with scouting parties, as well as the regulars. You"d have thought the end of the world was come. Father couldn"t have done a better thing for himself and all of us than get hit as he did. It kept him and us out of harm"s way, and put them off the scent, while they hunted Moran and Burke and the rest of their lot for their lives. They could hardly get a bit of damper out of a shepherd"s hut without it being known to the police, and many a time they got off by the skin of their teeth.
Chapter 40
At last father got well, and said he didn"t see what good Aileen could do stopping any longer in the Hollow, unless she meant to follow up bush-ranging for a living. She"d better go back and stay along with her mother. If George Storefield liked to have "em there, well and good; things looked as if it wasn"t safe now for a man"s wife and daughter, and if he"d got into trouble, to live peaceable and quiet in their own house. He didn"t think they need be afraid of any one interfering with them for the future, though. Here dad looked so dark that Aileen began to think he was going to be ill again. We"d all start and go a bit of the way with her next day--to the old stockyard or a bit farther; she could ride from there, and take the horse back with her and keep him if she liked.
"You"ve been a good gal to me," he says to her; "you always was one; and your mother"s been a good woman and a good wife; tell her I said so. I"d no call to have done the things I have, or left home because it wasn"t tidy and clean and a welcome always when I came back. It"s been rough on her, and on you too, my gal; and if it"ll do her any good, tell her I"m dashed sorry. You can take this trifle of money. You needn"t boggle at it; it"s honest got and earned, long before this other racket. Now you can go. Kiss your old dad; like as not you won"t see him again."
We"d got the horses in. I lifted her up on to the saddle, and she rode out. Her horse was all on the square, so there was no harm in her taking him back with her, and off we went. Dad didn"t go after all. We took it easy out to the old stockyard. We meant to camp there for half-an-hour, and then to send her on, with Warrigal to keep with her and show her the way home.
We didn"t want to make the time too short. What a lovely day it was! The mountain sides were clogged up with mist for an hour after we started; still, any one that knew the climate would have said it was going to be a fine day. There wasn"t a breath of air; everything was that still that not a leaf on any of the trees so much as stirred.
When we came to the pa.s.s out of the valley, we none of us got off; it was better going up than coming down, and it would have tired Aileen out at the start to walk up. So the horses had to do their climbing. It didn"t matter much to them. We were all used to it, horses and riders.
Jim and I went first, then Warrigal, then Aileen and Starlight. After we got up to the top we all stopped and halted a bit to look round.
Just then, as if he"d waited for us, the sun came out from behind the mountain; the mists lifted and rolled away as if they had been gray curtains. Everything showed clear out like a playhouse, the same Jim and I used to see in Melbourne. From where we stood you could see everything, the green valley flats with the big old trees in clumps, some of "em just the same as they"d been planted. The two little river-like silver threads winding away among the trees, and far on the opposite side the tall gray rock-towers shining among the forest edges of the high green wall. Somehow the sun wasn"t risen enough to light up the mountain. It looked as black and dismal as if it was nightfall coming on.
"Good-bye, old Hollow!" Aileen called out, waving her hand. "Everything looks bright and beautiful except the mountain. How gloomy it appears, as if it held some dreadful secret--doesn"t it? Ah! what a pleasant time it has been for me. Am I the same Aileen Marston that went in there a few weeks since? And now I suppose there will be more misery and anxiety waiting for all of us when I get back. Well, come what will, I have had a little happiness on this earth. In heaven there must be rest."
We all rode on, but none of us seemed to care to say much. Every step we went seemed to be taking us away from the place where we"d all been so happy together. The next change was sure to be for the worse. What it would be, or when it would come, we none of us could tell.
Starlight and Aileen rode together most of the way, and talked a good deal, we could see. Before we got to the stockyard she rode over to Jim and cheered him up as much as she could about Jeanie. She said she"d write to her, and tell her all about him, and how happy we"d all been together lately; and tell her that Jim would find some way to get down to her this spring, if he could manage it any road.
"If I"m above ground, tell her I"ll be with her," says poor old Jim, "before Christmas. If she don"t see me then I"ll be dead, and she may put on black and make sure she"s a widow."
"Oh, come, you mustn"t talk like that, Jim, and look to the bright side a bit. There"s a good chance yet, now the country"s so full of diggers and foreigners. You try your luck, and you"ll see your wife yet."
Then she came to me, and talked away just like old times.
"You"re the eldest, d.i.c.k," she said, "and so it"s proper for me to say what I"m going to say." Then she told me all that was in her heart about Starlight. He and she had made it up that if he could get away to a foreign country she would join him there, and take mother with her.
There was to be no marrying or love-making unless they could carry out that plan. Then she told me that she had always had the same sort of feeling towards him. "When I saw him first I thought I had never seen a man before--never one that I could care for or think of marrying. And now he has told me that he loves me--loves me, a poor ignorant girl that I am; and I will wait for him all my life, and follow him all round the world. I feel as if I could die for him, or wear out my life in trying to make him happy. And yet, and yet," she said, and all her face grew sad, and put on the old look that I knew so well, so hopeless, so full of quiet bearing of pain, "I have a kind of feeling at my heart that it will never be. Something will happen to me or to him. We are all doomed to sorrow and misfortune, and nothing can save us from our fate."
"Aileen, dear," I said, "you are old enough to know what"s best for yourself. I didn"t think Starlight was on for marrying any woman, but he"s far and away the best man we"ve ever known, so you can please yourself. But you know what the chances are. If he gets clear off, or any of us, after what"s been done, you"re right. But it"s a hundred to one against it."
"I"ll take the odds," says she, holding up her head. "I"m willing to put my life and happiness, what little there"s left of it, on the wager.
Things can"t well be worse."
"I don"t know," I said. "I ought to tell you--I must tell you something before we part, though I"d a deal rather not. But you"ll bear it better now than in a surprise."
"Not more blood, more wickedness," she said, in a half-whisper, and then she looks up stern and angry-like. "When is this list of horrible things to stop?"
"It was none of our doing. Moran and Daly were in it, and----"
"And none of you? Swear that," she said, so quick and pitiful-like.
"None of us," I said again; "nor yet Warrigal."
"Then who did it? Tell me all. I"m not a child. I will know."
"You remember the man that was rude to you at Rocky Flat, and father and he fired at one another?"
"Of course I do, cowardly wretch that he was. Then Moran was waiting for them up the gully? I wondered that they did not come back next day."
"They never came back," I said.
"Why, you don"t mean to tell me that they are all dead, all four?--those strong men! Oh, surely not, d.i.c.k?" and she caught hold of my arm, and looked up into my face.
"Yes, Aileen, all. We came after and followed up dad, when we got home; it"s a wonder he did it by himself. But we saw them all four lying stretched out."
She put down her head and never spoke more till we parted.
We turned back, miserable enough all of us, G.o.d knows. After having Aileen to make the place bright and pleasant and cheer us all up losing her was just as if all the little pleasure we had in our lives was dropped out of them--like the sun going out of the sky, and the wind rising; like the moon clouding over, and a fog burying up everything--dark and damp, the same as we"d had it many a time cattle-driving by night. We hardly spoke a word to one another all the way home, and no wonder.
Next day we all sat about, looking more down on our luck, dad said, than any day since we"d "turned out". Then Starlight told him about him and Aileen, how they"d made it up to be married some day or other. Not yet, of course; but if he could get away by Melbourne to some of these places--the islands on the Pacific coast, where vessels were always sailing for--he didn"t see why his luck shouldn"t change. "I have always thought your daughter," he says to father, "one of the grandest women I ever met, in any degree, gentle or simple. She has had the imprudence to care for me; so, unless you have some well-grounded objection--and I don"t say you haven"t, mind you, I should if I were in your place--you may as well say you"re contented, and wish us luck!"
Father was a long time before he said anything. He sat there, looking very sullen and set-like, while Starlight lit a cigar and walked quietly up and down a few paces off.
Dad answers at last. "I don"t say but what other lads would have suited better if they"d come off, but most things goes contrary in this world.
The only thing as I"m doubtful of, Captain, is your luck. If that"s bad, all the trying and crying won"t set it right. And it"s great odds as you"ll be caught or shot afore the year"s out. For that matter, every one of us is working for Government on the same road. But the gal"s a good gal, and if she"s set her fancy on you I won"t block her. You"re a pair of dashed fools, that"s all, botherin" your heads with the like at a time like this, when you boys are all more likely to have a rope round your necks than any gal"s arms, good or bad. Have your own way. You always managed to get it, somehow or other, ever since I knowed ye."
After this father lit his pipe and went into the cave.
By and by he comes out again and catches the old mare.
"I ain"t been out of this blessed hole," he says, "for a month of Sundays. I"m dead tired of seeing nothin" and doin" nothin". I"ll crawl over to old Davy"s for our letters and papers. We ain"t heard nothing for a year, seems to me."
Dad was strong enough to get about in the saddle again, and we weren"t sorry to get shut of him for a bit. He was that cranky at times there was no living with him. As for ourselves, we were regular wild for some sort of get away for a bit of a change; so we hadn"t talked it over very long before we made up our minds to take a run over to Jonathan Barnes"s and have a bit of fun, just to take the taste out of our mouths of Aileen"s going away.
We had to dress ourselves very quiet and get fresh horses--nags that had nothing particular about them to make people look, at the same time with a bit of go in them in case we were pushed at any time.