"Oh, they caught you and brought you back?"
She nodded. This young man must be very smart to understand so quickly.
"How much money have you got?" he asked abruptly.
But his fear that she would think him impertinent came of an underestimate of her innocence. "I haven"t got any," replied she. "I forgot my purse. It had thirty dollars in it."
At once he recognized the absolute child; only utter inexperience of the world could speak of so small a sum so respectfully. "I don"t understand at all," said he. "How long have you been here?"
"All day. I got here early this morning."
"And you haven"t had anything to eat!"
"Oh, yes! I found some eggs. I"ve got two left."
Two eggs--and no money and no friends--and a woman. Yet she was facing the future hopefully! He smiled, with tears in his eyes.
"You mustn"t tell anybody you saw me," she went on. "No matter what they say, don"t think you ought to tell on me."
He looked at her, she at him. When he had satisfied himself he smiled most rea.s.suringly. "I"ll not," was his answer, and now she _knew_ she could trust him.
She drew a breath of relief, and went on as if talking with an old friend. "I"ve got to get a long ways from here. As soon as it"s dark I"m going."
"Where?"
"Toward the river." And her eyes lit.
"The river? What"s there?"
"I don"t know," said she triumphantly.
But he understood. He had the spirit of adventure himself--one could see it at a glance--the spirit that instinctively shuns yesterday and all its works and wings eagerly into tomorrow, unknown, different, new--therefore better. But this girl, this child-woman--or was she rather woman-child?--penniless, with nothing but two eggs between her and starvation, alone, without plans, without experience--
What would become of her?. . . "Aren"t you--afraid?" he asked.
"Of what?" she inquired calmly.
It was the mere unconscious audacity of ignorance, yet he saw in her now--not fancied he saw, but saw--a certain strength of soul, both courage and tenacity. No, she might suffer, sink--but she would die fighting, and she would not be afraid. And he admired and envied her.
"Oh, I"ll get along somehow," she a.s.sured him in the same self-reliant tone. Suddenly she felt it would no longer give her the horrors to speak of what she had been through. "I"m not very old," said she, and hers was the face of a woman now. "But I"ve learned a great deal."
"You are sure you are not making a mistake in--in--running away?"
"I couldn"t do anything else," replied she. "I"m all alone in the world. There"s no one--except----
"I hadn"t done anything, and they said I had disgraced them--and they----" Her voice faltered, her eyes sank, the color flooded into her face. "They gave me to a man--and he--I had hardly seen him before--he----" She tried but could not p.r.o.nounce the dreadful word.
"Married, you mean?" said the young man gently.
The girl shuddered. "Yes," she answered. "And I ran away."
So strange, so startling, so moving was the expression of her face that he could not speak for a moment. A chill crept over him as he watched her wide eyes gazing into vacancy. What vision of horror was she seeing, he wondered. To rouse her he spoke the first words he could a.s.semble:
"When was this?"
The vision seemed slowly to fade and she looked at him in astonishment. "Why, it was last night!" she said, as if dazed by the discovery. "Only last night!"
"Last night! Then you haven"t got far."
"No. But I must. I will. And I"m not afraid of anything except of being taken back."
"But you don"t realize what may be--probably is--waiting for you--at the river--and beyond."
"Nothing could be so bad," said she. The words were nothing, but the tone and the expression that accompanied them somehow convinced him beyond a doubt.
"You"ll let me help you?"
She debated. "You might bring me something to eat--mightn"t you?
The eggs"ll do for supper. But there"s tomorrow. I don"t want to be seen till I get a long ways off."
He rose at once. "Yes, I"ll bring you something to eat." He took a knockabout watch from the breast pocket of his shirt. "It"s now four o"clock. I"ve got three miles to walk. I"ll ride back and hitch the horse down the creek--a little ways down, so it won"t attract attention to your place up here. I"ll be back in about an hour and a half. . . . Maybe I"ll think of something that"ll help. Can I bring you anything else?
"No. That is--I"d like a little piece of soap."
"And a towel?" he suggested.
"I could take care of a towel," agreed she. "I"ll send it back to you when I get settled."
"Good heavens!" He laughed at her simplicity. "What an honest child you are!" He put out his hand, and she took it with charming friendliness. "Good-by. I"ll hurry."
"I"m so glad you caught me," said she. Then, apologetically, "I don"t want to be any trouble. I hate to be troublesome. I"ve never let anybody wait on me."
"I don"t know when I"ve had as much pleasure as this is giving me." And he made a bow that hid its seriousness behind a smile of good-humored raillery.
She watched him descend with a sinking heart. The rock--the world--her life, seemed empty now. He had reminded her that there were human beings with good hearts. But--perhaps if he knew, his kindness would turn also. . . . No, she decided not.
Men like him, women like Aunt Sallie--they did not believe those dreadful, wicked ideas that people said G.o.d had ordained.
Still--if he knew about her birth--branded outcast--he might change. She must not really hope for anything much until she was far, far away in a wholly new world where there would be a wholly new sort of people, of a kind she had never met. But she was sure they would welcome her, and give her a chance.
She returned to the tree against which she had been sitting, for there she could look at the place his big frame had pressed down in the tall gra.s.s, and could see him in it, and could recall his friendly eyes and voice, and could keep herself a.s.sured she had not been dreaming. He was a citified man, like Sam--but how different! A man with a heart like his would never marry a woman--no, never! He couldn"t be a brute like that. Still, perhaps nice men married because it was supposed to be the right thing to do, and was the only way to have children without people thinking you a disgrace and slighting the children--and then marrying made brutes of them. No wonder her uncles could treat her so. They were men who had married.
Afar off she heard the manly voice singing the song from "Rigoletto." She sprang up and listened, with eyes softly shining and head a little on one side. The song ended; her heart beat fast. It was not many minutes before she, watching at the end of the path, saw him appear at the bottom of the huge cleft.
And the look in his eyes, the merry smile about his expressive mouth, delighted her. "I"m so glad to see you!" she cried.
Over his shoulder was flung his fishing bag, and it bulged.
"Don"t be scared by the size of my pack," he called up, as he climbed. "We"re going to have supper together--if you"ll let me stay. Then you can take as much or as little as you like of what"s left."
Arrived at the top, he halted for a long breath. They stood facing each other. "My, what a tall girl you are for your age!"
said he admiringly.