The sun was not yet up, but in the sky were bars of red that reached high above the mountains, and by this light he saw the watcher, face down upon the rocks, asleep. Nature, his G.o.d, had commanded, and he obeyed. Jess smiled, then noiselessly sat down to wait.
Noon came. The sheriff ate part of his lunch, lit his pipe, and settled back for a longer wait. He felt an infinite relief to see this strange man sleeping, for in his gruff make-up had grown a concern for the mountaineer approaching affection. Now he swore softly to himself that, even though Potter should come, he would let him pa.s.s rather than wake Dale.
But also during the morning his interest had been held by another thing.
Idly facing the east, his gaze wandering over the scarred k.n.o.bs or their wooded crests, he had gradually become aware of an occasional movement on a spur far up the side of Snarly. Squinting his eyes he could distinctly make out something, but whether it were man or beast he could not be sure. Certainly it moved more as a restless bear whose cub, doubtless unable to master the climb, whined somewhere below. He turned this over in his mind.
It was three o"clock when Dale stirred. The sheriff smiled as he watched Nature gradually remove her bandage from the sleeper, who now, instantly awake, sprang up in dismay.
"Gawd! What time is it?"
Jess held out his watch.
"I must a-slept eighteen hours," the mountaineer gasped, as though such a thing were scarcely in the range of possibility.
"An" real glad I am, too, Dale! We ain"t lost nothin" by it, an" it"s done you a heap of good. Here"s a bite to eat!"
Dale attacked it ravenously, then took a deep breath and stretched.
"I feel like a catamount! Come on, Jess--where"ll we hunt?"
"I was jest thinkin"! Whilst you slept, I seen somethin" looked like a bar up on that-ar spur!"
Dale wheeled and watched the place for several minutes.
"I don"t see nothin"," he said, at last.
""Cause it ain"t been over to our side yet, that"s why! But it"s thar, all right--or, leastwise, it was thar!"
"Jess," the mountaineer spoke quickly, "last spring I saw him there, too. Come on! Maybe--but I don"t reckon it could be, if you thought it was a bear!"
"I don"t neither; but thar ain"t no tellin"! It"s "bout the only place we _ain"t_ been! I"ll tie the dawg heah, so"s if it is a b"ar he won"t git cut up none!"
After a hard two-hour climb they reached a ledge seeming to run on a level with the spur, followed it a few hundred feet and, cautiously parting the branches, looked out. There was still too much foliage to permit them to see, and they crept nearer; this time coming to the base of the spur itself. But Jess, who was slightly in advance, drew back and silently c.o.c.ked his rifle--an act which any mountaineer would rightfully interpret as a command for absolute silence. Together, now, they edged forward.
Barefooted, crawling aimlessly about on his hands and knees, wagging his head from side to side and mumbling, was Tusk--in truth, enough like a bear to excuse the sheriff"s former uncertainty. He seemed to have no intimation of the watchers who had, in their surprise, advanced far enough to be in full view. Indeed, twice he crawled within ten feet of them, all the while wagging his head in a way that, were he able to see at all, must surely have disclosed them.
"Is he drunk?" Dale whispered, but Jess solemnly shook his head.
"Nope, he ain"t drunk--leastways, that ain"t the main trouble! He"s plumb crazy with a fever, an" d.a.m.n nigh starved to death! Look at his face an" cracked lips! I don"t know as we"d orter take "im down to town, Dale;--maybe it"s ketchin"!"
"Not take him! Not take him!" Dale cried in an angry voice. "Well, _I_ ain"t afraid of nothin" ketchin"! He won"t get away from me again, I tell you!"
"Who said I was afeerd of ketchin" somethin"?" the sheriff answered, with a black frown. "I was thinkin" of other folks! Didn"t you never try thinkin" a leetle bit of other folks, jest to see how it "ud feel, Dale?"
A deep growl from Tusk made them turn again. He was quite still now, and listening; while his eyes, seeing but not seeing, stared at them, and his brows puckered as though trying to call back some hazy memory.
"Good Lawd," Jess whispered, "look at his foot an" leg! It must be blood-pisen, or gang-green, or somethin" like that, Dale!--that, an" a burnin" fever, an" not any too much sense at best, poh devil! Why, he don"t know whar he"s at! Tusk," the tender-hearted officer stepped out and called to him, "we"ve come up to help you some!"
A spasm of terror crossed the unfortunate man"s face; but then he gave a curious sort of laugh and began to crawl awkwardly toward the point of the spur.
"Set down thar, Tusk," the sheriff called again, this time making ready to follow. "Set down, now, till I git out to you!"
Tusk laughed. A child crawling over a nursery floor might so have laughed if playfully chased by its nurse. But this misshapen hulk of humanity did not possess even the wisdom of a child. He only laughed and crawled faster, looking back with an expression of mischievous cunning and extreme delight.
Jess saw the imminent danger of Tusk"s direction. With one movement he unc.o.c.ked his rifle and laid it on the ground, then sprang out upon the spur. He did not ask Dale to follow, for somehow it was borne in on him that the mountaineer, having come expressly to wreak vengeance, was making a concession now in remaining neutral.
"Wait thar!" he yelled. "Wait, you fool, afore you pitch over the side!"
The sheriff was running, as well as one could run on such an uncertain, dizzy place, for Tusk had given another cry of hysterical delight and was crawling with all his speed, looking over his shoulder at this new play-fellow who seemed to enter so readily into a game.
"For Gawd"s sake," the sheriff screamed. "Stop, Tusk!--Stop!--Oh, my Lawd!"
He was alone upon the spur, his face averted. Dale came slowly out and joined him; listening, also, in the solitude of this wild place to the deep rumble of water far below them, where it rushed into the earth carrying all things to some mysterious subterranean sea. There had been no cry from Tusk as he fell, for doubtless he had thought the plunge but a continuation of the game.
Without speaking, Jess turned and picked up two old shoes which lay in grotesque att.i.tudes on the rock. These he placed side by side, and with them a few scattered remnants of corn bread, an empty whiskey bottle and an old hat. It was a pathetic attempt to do something--to leave the disordered man"s house in order; and he smiled quietly when Dale brought a cob pipe, a knife and a twist of "long green" tobacco, which he had found.
Silently, then, they made the descent and trudged homeward; Jess solemn, Dale excitedly happy. But the mountaineer was not going to Arden just yet;--first he must tell Jane that henceforth she could come without fear and help him with his lessons.
"Wall," the sheriff said, after another hour of walking, "if you"re goin" to Flat Rock I"d better leave you heah, an" make my way to Arden.
Our hunt"s ended, right enough; an" Gawd have mercy on his poh, ign"rant soul!"
They shook hands, and once more the mountaineer hurried on.
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII
A LANE AT TWILIGHT
The elaborate midday dinner at Arden had been dabbled at, or bolted with a rush which did scant justice to the cuisine of that hospitable establishment; for a restiveness obsessed the household which would not be denied. The Colonel was wishing for the return of Doctor Stone--and this happened to be the wish of Nancy. Brent cared little what took place if four o"clock would hurry around. Yet each shared in a vague apprehension for the mountaineer who, Zack told them, had not returned.
"He may have walked over to Bob"s," the Colonel suggested, and the simple hearted servant, seeing his old master"s distress of mind, unhesitatingly declared:
"Dat"s jest whar he done gwine, Ma.r.s.e John, sho"s youse bawned!"
This had brought relief, if not conviction.
Nevertheless, the old gentleman preferred to abandon his Sunday afternoon nap in favor of watching for Stone. Always, always now since yesterday morning, he found himself listening for hoofbeats--listening for the returning man of science who would bring a message of caution from the fountain head of Sunlight Patch; and, in this humor of expectancy, wandered out to the grouped chairs to be alone.
At half after three o"clock Brent came softly from the house, mounted his horse and started at a very slow walk around the tanbark circle.
During this stealthy advance he watched with affectionate care to see that nothing disturbed the old gentleman, whose chin some time before had sunk peacefully to his breast. Still on the lookout for Stone, still vigilant and faithful to the interest of his mountain friend and guest, the Sunday afternoon nap of many years" indulgence had crept into his brain to claim its own.
For the first two or three miles after he and Jane turned out of Flat Rock their spirited animals were allowed to toss their heads and go for the pure joy of going. Mac dashed on in front, using every ounce of his sinew to keep that position. They were following the same lane, the same tangled aisle of rioting vines which he had one day likened to his life--a life in which his gardener had since been conscientiously employed.
She knew how conscientiously. Had Uncle Zack not daily poured it into Aunt Timmie"s ears, still would she have known by a more convincing sense. She knew just when the gardener had entered the woods and pastures of his imaginings, cutting out the poison-ivy and pruning good things for greater promise. She had watched this with secret exultation; it hovered near her pillow in the nights, and touched her lips with song at waking time.
They reached the chapel and entered without a word. But on the threshold--where upon that other Sunday he had asked if this miracle might be performed for her sake and she had answered: "for your own!"--his eyes looked seriously, deeply, down at her. She knew they were speaking for him, and while the service was in progress she wondered over and over if hers had answered.