"That"s so," she acquiesced, and both again fell silent.
CHAPTER V
AN INTERRUPTED BREAKFAST
About the time that Colonel May was finishing breakfast, consisting this particular morning of strawberries raised in his own greenhouse, calf"s brains, omelet, fried apples and bacon, fried sweet potatoes, beaten biscuits, rice cakes, and coffee, Bob Hart was riding across the open country toward Arden. His right arm hung limberly down in a graceful perpendicular, unaffected by the galloping motion of his horse, and his fingers were clasped about the lock of a repeating rifle, pointed muzzle to the ground. On his face was stamped a look of stern absorption that relaxed only as he neared occasional fences, but when these had been hurdled and his mount had again caught its stride, the preoccupation returned. Although his eyes were lowered, he did not see the ground, nor the mild surprise of grazing Jerseys past which he dashed. He saw nothing now beyond a most unpleasant picture which circ.u.mstance was holding up to him.
Jumping into an open woodland pasture he reined to a more leisurely canter; for here were the very young colts, now crowding nearer the protection of their dams, which, in one or two instances, with heads and tails high, trotted toward this impertinent horseman as though questioning his right of entrance. They soon abandoned this, but stood looking after him like watchful sentinels until he had risen to the next fence, and they felt that their foals were free from menace. But he cantered on, hardly mindful of their unrest. Through ancient beeches now he went, trees whose downward sweeping boughs spread out in mute protection above the carpet of spring gra.s.s and violets; then he turned into the cedar-bordered avenue, and soon pa.s.sed between the crumbling brick-and-plaster gate-posts to the tangled yard of Arden.
It was then, glancing across the side terrace, that Colonel May observed him, and laying aside his napkin he went somewhat hastily through the cool, deep hall and out upon the front porch. A tender expression lingered about his strong face as the younger man swung into the circle; a tenderness mingled with approval for the stylish animal that picked up its feet from the odorous tanbark with a precision bespeaking generations of thoroughbred ancestors. The Colonel was a great believer in breeding.
Only when Bob dismounted did the old gentleman see the rifle, and the seriousness in his eyes. He made no move or comment, but waited while a darky led back the horse and Bob was seated.
"Has Brant gone out to work?" were the young man"s first words.
"I think he"s not yet up," the Colonel"s look of anxiety deepened. "You don"t want to see him for--for anything?"
"No," Bob smiled. "And Dale--er--Dawson?"
"Left before I came downstairs, sir," the Colonel answered. "What is it, Bob? Tell me!"
Bob"s eyes pa.s.sed the Colonel and rested on the drive up which he had just come. With an attempt at casualness he said:
"That Potter fellow did more yesterday than I guessed."
There was no alteration in the old gentleman"s att.i.tude; he did not sit bolt upright in his chair, or grasp its arms until his knuckles showed white, but simply said:
"Tell me!"
"She went straight to her room when we got home," Bob continued in a more excited undertone. "Ann followed, of course, and found her desperately nervous, half crying with rage." He then related practically what had happened at the school, concluding: "Aunt Timmie slept in her room all night, and when Jane asks her to do that you know she"s upset."
They heard Uncle Zack moving inside the hall, and the Colonel called him:
"Have Tempest brought up," he said, and to Bob: "I shall be right down, sir."
Uncle Zack came quickly back to the porch, for his eyes had seen things which electrified him. This old darky, shriveled up with his burden of toil and years, who had been the Colonel"s servant, adviser, and comforter since both of them were boys, was too truly a member of the family to permit anything to occur without pushing well into its secrets. Until a few years ago, his wife, Aunt Timmie, had divided this welcome office with him; but after the wedding, and about the time when Bob"s household began to walk on tiptoe in fearful and happy expectancy, old Timmie left, bag and baggage, for the younger home, where she had thereafter remained as nurse, comforter, scolder and chief director of the new heir, as well as of the premises in general. The Colonel having lately suggested that Mr. Hart, Jr.,--or Bip, for short--being now six years of age, was too big for her to manage, had called forth an eloquent outburst, which concluded with the terse observation: "If I could handle his Pappy an" Mammy, an" his Gran"pappy an" Gran"mammy befoh him, an" all de Mays an" Harts borned dese las" hund"ed yeahs, how-c.u.m I ain" able to handle him?" And that had settled it, so each household gloried in the possession of one of these rare servants, spoiled by love, mellowed by age, and wise by scores of years of experience.
Old Zack now whispered, looking Bob squarely in the eyes:
"Whar you-all gwine, Ma.r.s.e Bob?"
"Hunting, Uncle Zack."
"Huntin"!" he gave a snort of impatience. "Dat ain" no shot-gun! Hit"s man huntin" you"se all arter, dat"s what! Dar"s been funny doin"s "round heah dis mawnin", "caze dat gemmen wid de long haih what come las" night done skin out "foh sun-up, ridin" dat onery white cradle of his"n what he calls a hawse, an" totin" de rustiest, wickedest ole gun I ever seen.
He say _he"s_ gwine huntin", too; arter squir"ls, he say, an" I"se fool "nuff to believe him. Is a wah done broke out, Ma.r.s.e Bob?"
"I expect he really did go after squirrels, Uncle Zack, sure enough I do. But the Colonel and I won"t be long, and it"s nothing serious, so you just keep mum about it. Whatever you do, don"t let Miss Liz know."
"She"s de ve"y fu"st one I"se gwine tell, lest I git mah brains better sot on dis heah fracas!" He gave a low chuckle, adding: "Lor", chile, Miss Liz ain" gwine know nuthin". Ole Zack kin keep mum an" fool de smartes" of "em! Didn" I fetch Ma.r.s.e John"s djeulin" pistols one Sunday mawnin" right under de Bible layin" on de cushion we cyarried to chu"ch fer ole Miss to kneel on? An" didn" we-all walk plumb up de aisle, an"
fix her nice an" easy in her pew, an" den slip out an" go down on de crick whar de gemmens wuz waitin", an" shoot dat young Mister Green in de lung? "Deed we did," he chuckled again, scratching his head as though the reminiscence were ticklesome--then looked up with a sly smile: "Whilst we wuz a-drivin" home dat day, ole Miss she say: "You wuz late, son," she say; an" I heah him say: "Yes mam, a gemmen sont word he"d lak to see me," he say. Den ole Miss ax: "Did you find "im, son?" "Yes mam,"
Ma.r.s.e John say, "I foun" "im, all right." Ole Miss pat de back of his han", croonin" in dat soft voice of her"n: "You"se a great comfo"t, an"
always so "siderate of others!" At dat, I jest bust plumb out a-laughin", but turned it to sich a wicked-soundin" chokin" spell dat dey"s "bleeged to lean over an" beat mah back; an" while Ma.r.s.e John wuz a-puttin" on de licks, an" mighty nigh killin" me, he whisper: "You black rascal, ef you don" behave I"ll shoot you nex" Sunday!" Oh, dem wuz days what wuz days, Ma.r.s.e Bob; dey wuz fer a fac"! Ain" you-all gwine fight no one dis mawnin"?"
"You bloodthirsty old villain," Bob laughed. "Don"t you know that gentlemen now go to law in adjusting their differences?"
Uncle Zack stood a moment looking at the rifle, apparently in retrospective reverie. Finally he observed:
"I spec dat"s right. Dey may "just dey diff"ences wid deyse"ves dat-a-way, but dey sholy make "em "parrent to de neighbors. In de ole days, a gemmen say to a gemmen: "Yoh fence is too fur on mah line, sah!"
An" de gemmen answer back: ""Tain" no sich a-thing, sah!" So dey frien"s come by in de mawnin", an" has a julep, an" slips out de back way; an"
dat evenin" de neighbors is all sayin": "Too bad! Bofe sich fine gemmen!" Nowdays," he concluded, "dey go to cou"t wid dey diff"ences, an" when it"s all over de neighbors say: "My! Who"d ever thought dem men wuz sich skallawags!" De cou"ts may be all right in dey way, Ma.r.s.e Bob, but dey suttenly do strip a man of his se"f respec"."
The Colonel came out drawing on his gloves. He made a striking figure in his riding togs. Tall, dignified, careful of address and slow of movement--though not the slowness of embonpoint--he would have attracted attention anywhere. Years had added no roundness to his frame. His nose was aquiline, perhaps a trifle too fine in lines; and his mouth might have been too large if uncovered by a silvery white mustache, whose training bespoke a minute, an almost effeminate, care. Now he looked every inch a gentleman going for a morning canter, except for the compact, high-powered rifle resting easily in the hollow of his arm.
"Zack," he cautioned, "when Miss Liz comes down, merely say that Mr.
Robert and I are riding."
"Lor", Ma.r.s.e John, she ain" gwine know nuthin" "bout it. She"s jest lak yoh mammy dat-a-way; never "spectin" folks to git in no devilment."
"What do you mean, you black rascal," the Colonel thundered.
Zack rolled his eyes from the old gentleman"s face to his rifle, and back again. Then his own face disappeared into a mult.i.tude of wrinkles while he silently chuckled.
"You-alls jest as pure as de Heaven"s blue," he murmured, holding his sides and shaking. "Reckon I"d better git mah coat!"
"Oh, no, Zack," the Colonel stopped him. "You must stay here."
"Ma.r.s.e John," the old darky approached with a troubled look, "you never used to go on dese heah trips widout Zack! Ain" you gwine take "im "long? Dar ain" no one else is got de knack of holdin" you up ef you gits stung some, an" you knows it, Ma.r.s.e John!"
He stood in an humble att.i.tude of pleading, looking up at his white master with eyes as brown and soft as a deer"s, notwithstanding the opaque circles which age had begun to form about their irises. The Colonel smiled affectionately down at him.
"This is to be nothing of that sort, Zack," he said, "or I would take you, truly I would. We will return shortly, and shall be expecting some of your best juleps." For the Colonel belonged to that school of Kentucky gentlemen, still existing if not flourishing as of yore, whose daily routine was punctuated into poetic rhythm by fragrant mint and venerable bourbon with a regularity that would have brought confusion to a younger generation. Once in a great while he took too much, and once every year he slipped off to "the springs" as a safeguard against gout.
His type was pa.s.sing, and for this reason he was even more beloved; but his example was present, which brought its measure of regret to those who loved him best. Zack, alone, encouraged the Colonel in whatsoever he desired; at toddy time, or duel, the old darky had always been found ready and proud to a.s.sist.
CHAPTER VI
THE BURNED CABIN
A thoroughbred man, sitting a thoroughbred horse, with an articulation that makes them both seem molded into one piece of flesh, is a magnet for admiration; and when Uncle Zack saw both the Colonel and Bob gallop out through the trees, their heads up, their rifles swinging gracefully down, their mounts bristling with power and intelligence, his eyes sparkled and he took a deep breath of satisfaction.
Pa.s.sing by the stable way, the riders entered a dirt road and held a course due east. Finally Colonel May broke the silence.