"It was my fault that he--er--prevaricated, I"m afraid; as he says, it was by my order."
Rutton"s expression was masked by the shadows; Amber could make nothing of his curious reticence, and remained silent, waiting a further explanation. It came, presently, with an effect of embarra.s.sment.
"I had--have peculiar reasons for not wishing my refuge here to be discovered. I told Doggott to be careful, should he meet any one we knew. Although, of course, neither of us antic.i.p.ated...."
"I don"t think Doggott was any more dumfounded than I," said Amber. "I couldn"t believe he"d left you, yet it seemed impossible that you should be here--of all places--in the neighbourhood of Nokomis, I mean.
As for that--" Amber shook his head expressively, glancing round the mean room in which he had found this man of such extraordinary qualities. "It"s altogether inconceivable," he summed up his bewilderment.
"It does seem so--even to me, at times."
"Then why--in Heaven"s name--"
By now Doggott had invested Amber in his master"s dressing-gown and slippers; rising he left them, pa.s.sing out through an inner door which led, evidently, to the only other room in the cottage. Rutton delayed his reply until the man had shut the door behind him, then suddenly, with the manner of one yielding to the inevitable, drew a chair up to face Amber"s and dropped into it.
"I see I must tell you something--a little; as little as I can help--of the truth."
"I"m afraid you must; though I"m d.a.m.ned if I can detect a glimmer of either rhyme or reason in this preposterous situation."
Rutton laughed quietly, lounging in his armchair and lacing before him the fingers of hands singularly small and delicate in view of their very considerable strength--to which Amber"s shoulder still bore aching testimony.
"In three words," he said deliberately: "I am hiding."
"Hiding!"
"Obviously."
Amber bent forward, studying the elder man"s face intently. Thin and dark--not tanned like Amber"s, but with a native darkness of skin like that of the Spanish--it was strongly marked, its features at once prominent and finely modelled. The hair intensely black, the eyes as dark and of peculiar fire, the lips broad, full, and sympathetic, the cheekbones high, the forehead high and something narrow: these combined to form a strangely striking ensemble, and none the less striking for its weird resemblance to Amber"s own cast of countenance.
Indeed, their likeness one to the other was nothing less than weird in that it could be so superficially strong, yet so elusive. No two men were ever more unalike than these save in this superficial accident of facial contours and complexion. No one knowing Amber (let us say) could ever have mistaken him for Rutton; and yet any one, strange to both, armed with a description of Rutton, might pardonably have believed Amber to be his man. Yet manifestly they were products of alien races, even of different climes--their individualities as dissimilar as the poles. Where in Rutton"s bearing burned an inextinguishable, almost an insolent pride, beneath an ice-like surface of self-constraint, in Amber"s one detected merely quiet consciousness of strength and breeding--his inalienable heritage from many generations of Anglo-Saxon forebears; and while Rutton continually betrayed, by look or tone or gesture, a birthright of fierce pa.s.sions savagely tamed, from Amber one seldom obtained a hint of aught but the broad and humourous tolerance of an American gentleman.
But to-night the Virginian had undergone enough to have lost much of his habitual poise. "Hiding!" he reiterated in a tone scarcely louder than a whisper.
"And you have found me out, my friend."
"But--but I don"t--"
Rutton lifted a hand in deprecation; and as he did so the door in the rear of the room opened and Doggott entered. Cat-like, pa.s.sing behind Amber, he placed upon the table a small tray, and from a steaming pitcher poured him a gla.s.s of hot spiced wine. At a look from his employer he filled a second.
"There"s sandwiches, sir," he said; "the best I could manage at short notice, Mr. Amber. If you"ll wait a bit I can fix you up something "ot."
"Thank you, Doggott, that won"t be necessary; the sandwiches look mighty good to me."
"Thank you, sir. Will there be anything else, Mr. Rutton?"
"If there is, I"ll call you."
"Yes, sir. Good-night, sir. Good-night, Mr. Amber."
As Doggott shut himself out of the room, Amber lifted his fragrant gla.s.s. "You"re joining me, Rutton?"
"With all my heart!" The man came forward to his gla.s.s. "For old sake"s sake, David. Shall we drink a toast?" He hesitated, with a marked air of embarra.s.sment, then impulsively swung his gla.s.s aloft. "Drink standing!" he cried, he voice oddly vibrant. And Amber rose. "To the King--the King, G.o.d bless him!"
"To the King!" It was more an exclamation of surprise than an echo to the toast; nevertheless Amber drained his drink to the final drop. As he resumed his seat, the room rang with the crash of splintering gla.s.s; Rutton had dashed his tumbler to atoms on the hearthstone.
"Well!" commented Amber, lifting his brows questioningly. "You _are_ sincere, Rutton. But who in blazes would ever have suspected you of being a British subject?"
"Why not?"
"But it seems to me I should have known--"
"What have you ever really known about me, David, save that I am myself?"
"Well--when you put it that way--little enough--nothing." Amber laughed nervously, disconcerted.
"And I? Who and what am I?" No answer was expected--so much was plain from Rutton"s tone; he was talking to himself more than addressing his guest. His long brown fingers strayed to the box and conveyed a cigarette to his lips; staring dreamily into the fire, he smoked a little ere continuing. "What does it mean, this eternal "I" round which the world revolves?" His voice trailed off into silence.
Amber snapped the tension with a chuckle. "You can search me," he said irreverently. And his host returned his smile. "Now, will you please pay attention to me, my friend? Or do you wish me to turn and rend myself with curiosity--after I"ve attended to these excellent sandwiches?... Seriously, I want to know several things. What have you been doing with yourself these past three years?"
Rutton shook his head gravely. "I can"t say."
"You mean you won"t?"
"If you will have it that way."
"Well ... I give you up."
"That"s the most profitable thing you could do, David."
"But, seriously now, this foolish talk about hiding is all a joke, isn"t it?"
"No," said Rutton soberly; "no, it"s no joke." He sighed profoundly.
"As for my recent whereabouts, I have been--ah--travelling considerably; moving about from pillar to post." To this the man added a single word, the more significant in that it embodied the nearest approach to a confidence that Amber had ever known him to make: "Hunted."
"Hunted by whom?"
"I beg your pardon." Rutton bent forward and pushed the cigarettes to Amber"s elbow. "I am--ah--so preoccupied with my own mean troubles, David, that I had forgotten that you had nothing to smoke. Forgive me."
"That"s no matter, I--"
Amber cut short his impatient catechism in deference to the other"s mute plea. And Rutton thanked him with a glance--one of those looks which, between friends, are more eloquent than words. Sighing, he shook his head, his eyes once more seeking the flames. And silently studying his face--the play of light from lamp and hearth throwing its features into salient relief--for the first time Amber, his wits warmed back to activity from the stupor the bitter cold had put upon them, noticed how time and care had worn upon the man since they had last parted. He had never suspected Rutton to be his senior by more years than ten, at the most; to-night, however, he might well be taken for fifty were his age to be reckoned by its accepted signs--the hollowing of cheek and temple, the sinking of eyes into their sockets, the deepening of the maze of lines about the mouth and on the forehead.
Impulsively the younger man sat up and put a hand upon the arm of Rutton"s chair. "What can I do?" he asked simply.
Rutton roused, returning his regard with a smile slow, charming, infinitely sad. "Nothing," he replied; "absolutely nothing."
"But surely----!"
"No man can do for me what I cannot do for myself. When the time comes"--he lifted his shoulders lightly--"I will do what I can. Till then...." He diverged at a tangent. "After all, the world is quite as tiny as the worn-out aphorism has it. To think that you should find me here! It"s less than a week since Doggott and I hit upon this place and settled down, quite convinced we had, at last, lost ourselves ... and might have peace, for a little s.p.a.ce at least!"