"Mercy! What a night!" she exclaimed. "It reminds me of our first night in this house, Auntie."
"Does; that"s a fact. Well, I hope there"s n.o.body prowlin" around lookin" for a place to put their head in, the way we were then.
I--what"s that?"
"What? What, Auntie? I didn"t hear anything."
"I thought I did. Sounded as if somebody was--and they are! Listen!"
Emily listened. From without, above the noise of the wind and rain and surf, came a shout.
"Hi!" screamed a high-pitched voice. "Hi! Let me in. I--I"m drownin"."
Thankful rushed to the door and, exerting all her strength, pushed it open against the raging storm.
"There"s n.o.body here," she faltered.
"But--but there is, Auntie. I heard someone. I--"
She stopped, for, out of the drenched darkness staggered a figure, the figure of a man. He plunged across the threshold, tripped over the mat and fell in a heap upon the floor.
Emily shrieked. Mrs. Barnes pulled the door shut and ran to the prostrate figure.
"Who is it?" she asked. "Who IS it? Are you hurt?"
The figure raised its head.
"Hurt!" it panted. "It"s a wonder I ain"t dead. What"s the matter with ye? Didn"t you hear me yellin" for you to open that door?"
Thankful drew a long breath.
"For mercy sakes!" she cried. "Solomon Cobb! WHAT are you doin" over here a night like this?"
CHAPTER XIV
Mr. Cobb slowly raised his head. He looked about him in a bewildered way, and then his gaze fixed itself upon Mrs. Barnes.
"What--why--YOU!" he gasped.
"Eh?" stammered Thankful, whose surprise and bewilderment were almost as great as his. "Eh? What?"
"You?" repeated Solomon. "What--what are you doin" here?"
"What am I doin" here? What am I doin"?"
"Yes." Then, after another stare about the room, he added: "This ain"t Kenelm Parker"s house? Whose house is it?"
"It"s my house, of course. Emily, go and fetch some--some water or somethin". He"s out of his head."
Emily hurried to the kitchen, Thankful hastened to help the unexpected visitor to his feet. But the visitor declined to be helped.
"Let me alone," he roared. "Let me be. I--I want to know whose house this is?"
"It"s my house, I tell you. You ought to know whose house it is. Land sakes! You and I have had talk enough about it lately. Don"t you know where you are? What are you sittin" there on the floor for? Are you hurt?"
Slowly Mr. Cobb rose to his feet.
"Do you mean to tell me," he demanded, "that this is--is Abner"s place?
How"d I get here?"
"I don"t know. I ain"t hardly had time to make sure you are here yet.
And I"m sartin YOU ain"t sure. That was an awful tumble you got. Seems as if you must have hurt yourself. And you"re soppin" wet through! What in the WORLD?"
She moved toward him again, but he waved her away.
"Let me alone!" he ordered. "I was headin" for Kenelm Parker"s. How"d I get here?"
"I tell you I don"t know. I suppose you lost your way. No wonder, such a night"s this. Set down. Let me get you somethin" hot to drink. Come out in the kitchen by the cookstove. Don"t--"
"Hush up! Let me think. I never see such a woman to talk. I--I don"t see how I done it. I left Chris Badger"s and came across the fields and--"
"And you took the wrong path, I guess, likely. Did you WALK from Chris Badger"s? Where"s your horse and team? You didn"t walk from the Centre, did you?"
""Course I didn"t. Think I"m a dum fool? My horse fell down and hurt his knee and I left him in Badger"s barn. I cal"lated to go to Kenelm"s and put up over night. I--"
He was interrupted by Emily, who entered with a gla.s.s in her hand.
"Here"s the water, Auntie," she said. "Is he better now?"
"Better?" snorted Solomon. "What"s the matter with you? I ain"t sick.
What you got in that tumbler? Water! What in time do I want of any more water? Don"t I look as if I"d had water enough to last me one spell?
I"m--consarn it all, I"m a reg"lar sponge! How far off is Kenelm"s from here? How long will it take me to get there?"
Thankful answered, and her answer was decisive.
"I don"t know," she said, "but I do know you ain"t goin" to try to get anywhere "till mornin". You and I ain"t been any too lovin", Solomon Cobb, but I shan"t take the responsibility of your dyin" of pneumonia.
You"ll stay right here, and the first thing I"ll do is head off that chill you"ve got this very minute."
There was no doubt about the chill. Solomon"s face and hands were blue and he was shaking from head to foot. But his determination was unshaken. He strode to the door.
"How do I get to Parker"s?" he demanded.
"I tell you you mustn"t go to Parker"s or anywhere else. You"re riskin"
your life."
Mr. Cobb did not answer. He lifted the latch and pulled the door open. A howling gust of wind-driven rain beat in upon him, drenching the carpet and causing the lamp to flicker and smoke. For a moment Solomon gazed out into the storm; then he relinquished his hold and staggered back.