"If it hadn"t been for you taking that dose of snuff when I was expecting nothing of the kind, I wouldn"t have dove into that feed box, Ira, and you know it very well."
"I swan!" admitted her husband in a feeble voice. "I forgot again, didn"t I?"
"I don"t know as you forgot, but I know you mighty near sneezed your head off. You"ll be the death of me some day, Ira, blowin" up that way. I wonder I didn"t jump clean through the bottom of that feed box when I was just reaching down to get a measure of oats."
"Aunt Prue," Tunis interposed, "why do you keep the little tad of feed you have to buy for Queenie in this big old chest?"
"There!" Cap"n Ira hastened to rejoin, glad likewise to turn the trend of conversation. "That"s all that dratted boy"s doings, little John-Ed Williams. Who else would have ever thought of dumping a two-bushel bag of oats into a twenty-bushel bin? We always put feed in that covered can yonder, so as to keep shet of the rats. But that boy, when he brought the oats, dumped "em into the box before I could stop him. He"s got less sense than his father; and you know, Tunis, John-Ed himself ain"t got much more wit than the law allows."
"But if you hadn"t sneezed--" began Prudence again.
"You take her into the house, Cap"n Ira," said Tunis. "I"ll feed Queenie. What do you give her--this measure full of oats? And a hank of that hay?"
"And a bunch of fodder. Might as well give her a dinner while you"re about it," grumbled the old man, leading his tottering wife toward the door. "As I say, that old critter is eatin" her head off."
"Well, she long ago earned her keep in her old age," Tunis said, laughing.
He could remember when the Queen of Sheba had come to the Ball barn as a colt. Many a clandestine bareback ride had he enjoyed. He fed the mare and petted her as if she were his own. Then he sc.r.a.ped the oats out of the bin and poured them into the galvanized-iron can, so that Cap"n Ira could more easily get at the mare"s feed.
He went to the house afterward to see if there was any other little ch.o.r.e he could do for the old couple before going on to his own home.
"You can"t do much for us, Tunis, unless you can furnish me a new pair of legs," said Cap"n Ira. "I might as well have timber ones as these I"ve got. What Prue and me needs is what you"ve got but can"t give away--youth."
"You ought to have somebody living with you to help, Cap"n Ira,"
said the young man.
"I cal"late," said the other dryly, "that we"ve already made that discovery, Tunis. Trouble is, we ain"t fixed right to increase the pay roll. I"d like to know who you"d think would want to sign up on this craft that even the rats have deserted?"
"Never mind, Ira. Don"t be downhearted," Prudence said, now recovered from her excitement. "Perhaps the Lord has something good in store for us."
Cap"n Ira pursed his lips.
"I ain"t doubting the Lord"s stores is plentiful," he returned rather irreverently. "The trouble is for us poor mortals to get at "em. Well, Tunis, I certainly am obliged to you."
The flurry of excitement was over. But Ira Ball was a determined man. It was in his mind that the trouble of taking care of the old mare was too great for Prudence, and he could not do the barn ch.o.r.es himself. They really had no use for the gray mare, for nowadays the neighbors did all their errands in town for them, and the few remaining acres of the old farm lay fallow.
Nor, had he desired to sell the mare, would anybody be willing to pay much for the twenty-two-year-old Queenie. In truth, Ira Ball was too tender-hearted to think of giving the Queen of Sheba over to a new owner and so sentence her to painful toil.
"She"d be a sight better off in the horse heaven, wherever that is," he decided. But he was careful to say nothing like this in his wife"s hearing. "Women are funny that way," he considered. "She"d rather let the decrepit old critter hang around eatin" her head off, like I say, than mercifully put her out of her misery."
Stern times call for stern methods. Cap"n Ira Ball had seen the tragic moment when he was forced to separate a bridegroom from his bride with a sinking deck all but awash under his feet. What had to be done had to be done! Prudence could no longer be endangered by the stable tasks connected with the old mare. He could not relieve her. They could scarcely afford a hired hand merely to take care of Queenie.
He remained rather silent that evening, and even forgot to praise Prue"s hot biscuit, of which he ate a good many with his creamed pollack. The sweet-tempered old woman chatted as she knitted on his blue-wool hose, but she scarcely expected more than his occasional grunted acknowledgment that he was listening. She always said it was "a joy to have somebody besides the cat around to talk to." The loneliness of shipmasters who sail the seven seas is often mentioned in song and in story; the loneliness of their wives at home is not usually marked.
They went to bed. Old men do not usually sleep much after second c.o.c.k-crow, and it was not far from three in the morning when Cap"n Ira awoke. Like most mariners, he was wide awake when he opened his eyes. He lay quietly for several moments in the broad bed he occupied alone. The half-sobbing breathing of the old woman sounded from her room, through the open door.
"It"s got to be done," Cap"n Ira almost audibly repeated.
He got out of the bed with care. It was both a difficult and a painful task to dress. When he had on all but his boots and hat he tiptoed to a green sea chest in the corner, unlocked it, and from beneath certain tarpaulins and other sea rubbish drew out something which he examined carefully in the semidarkness of the chamber. He finally tucked this into an inner pocket of the double-breasted pilot coat he wore. It sagged the coat a good deal on that side.
He crept out of the chamber, crossed the sitting room, and went into the ell-kitchen with his shoes in his hand. When he opened the back door he faced the west, but even the sky at that point of the compa.s.s showed the glow of the false dawn. Down in the cove the night mist wrapped the shipping about in an almost opaque veil. Only the lofty tops of craft like the _Seamew_ were visible, black streaks against the mother-of-pearl sky line.
The captain closed the kitchen door softly behind him. He sat down on a bench and painfully pulled on his shoes and laced them. When he tried to straighten up it was by a method which he termed, "easy, by jerks." He sat and recovered his breath after the effort.
Then, taking his cane, he hobbled off to the barn. The big doors were open, for it had been a warm night. The pungent odor from Queenie"s stall made his nostrils wrinkle. He stumbled in, and the pale face of the old mare appeared at the opening above her manger.
She snorted her surprise.
"You"ll snort more"n that afore I"m done with you," Cap"n Ira said, trying to seem embittered.
But when he unknotted the halter and backed her out of the stable, quite involuntarily he ran a tender hand down her sleek neck. He sighed as he led her out of the rear door.
The old mare hung back, stretching first one hind leg and then the other as old horses do when first they come from the stall in the morning.
"Come on, you old nuisance!" exploded Cap"n Ira under his breath, giving an impatient tug at the rope.
He did not look around at her, but set his face sternly toward the distant lot which had once been known as the east meadow. It was no longer in gra.s.s. Wild carrots sprang from its acidulous soil. The herbage would scarcely have nourished sheep. There were patches of that gray moss which blossoms with a tiny red flower, and there was mullein and sour gra.s.s. Altogether the run-down condition of the soil could not be mistaken by even the casual eye.
The hobbling old man and the hobbling old mare, making their way across the bare lot, made as drab a picture in the early morning as a Millet. At a distance their moving shapes would have seemed like shadows only. There was no other sign of life upon Wreckers" Head.
A light but keen and salty breath blew in from the sea. Cap"n Ira faced this breeze with twitching nostrils. The old mare"s lower lip hung down in depression. She groaned. She did not care to be led out of her comfortable stall at this unconscionably early hour.
"Grunt, you old nuisance!" muttered Cap"n Ira bitterly. "You don"t even know what a dratted, useless thing you be, I swan!"
There was a depression in the field. When the heavy spring and fall rains came the water ran down into this sink and stood, sometimes a foot or two deep over several acres. In some past time of heavy flood the water had washed out to the edge of the highland overlooking the ocean beach. There it had crumbled the brink of the Head away, the water gullying year after year a deeper and broader channel, until now the slanting gutter began a hundred yards back from the brink.
The recurrent downpours, aided by occasional landslips, had made a slanting trough to the beach itself, which was all of two hundred feet below the brink of Wreckers" Head. Many such water-worn gullies are to be found along the face of the Cape headlands, up which the fishermen and seaweed gatherers freight their cargoes from the sh.o.r.e. There was no wheel track here; merely a trough of sliding sand, treacherous under foot and almost continuously in motion. As the gully progressed seaward, the banks on either hand became more than forty feet high, the trough itself being scarcely half as wide.
Determinedly Cap"n Ira led the old mare into and down the slope of this gully.
It was steep. He went ahead haltingly, trying to steady his footsteps with the cane, which sank deeply into the sand, making orifices which, in the pale light of the dawn, seemed to startle the mare. She held back, scuffling and snorting.
"Come on, drat ye!" adjured the captain. "You needn"t blow your nose. You ain"t been taking snuff."
The sand was so light and dry that it seemed to be on the move all about them. There was a stealthy sound to the whispering particles, too, as though they breathed. "Hush." Hush-sh-sh!" The old man was made nervous by it. He began to glance back over his shoulder at the faintly objecting mare. When Queenie slipped a little and scrambled in the unstable sand he uttered such an exclamation as might have been wrung from him at time of stress upon his quarter-deck.
"I swan! I"d rather be keelhauled than do this," burst from his lips finally.
But they were well into the gully now. The walls on either hand towered far above their heads. He halted, and the mare stood still, again blowing softly through her nostrils.
The old man, with shaking hands, took from under his coat the heavy article that had sagged his pocket. It was a black, old-fashioned, seven-chambered revolver, well oiled and as grim-looking as a rifled cannon on a battleship. He produced three greased cartridges, broke the weapon, inserted the cartridges, then closed it and spun the cylinder. It was not an unfamiliar weapon, this. Its mere grim appearance, stuck into Cap"n Ira"s waistband, had once quelled mutiny aboard the _Susan Gatskill_.
While he was thus engaged he had not even glanced around at the old mare. Suddenly he felt a touch upon his shoulder, then upon the sleeve of his coat. He felt a creepy chill the length of his spine.
It seemed as if the hand of Prudence had been laid softly upon him.
"I swan!" he gulped, shaking himself. "I"m as flighty as a gal. What th"--" He looked back. Queenie was nuzzling his arm questioningly.
Her ears were c.o.c.ked forward; her surprised face was almost ridiculously human in its expression.
Cap"n Ira groaned again. He shuddered. But his gnarled hand gripped the hard-rubber b.u.t.t of the revolver with the desperation of the deed he had screwed his courage to do. Better the old mare should be put out of the way than that she should fall into hands that would misuse her. And he feared what other accident might happen if Prudence continued to take care of the animal.