Neil came up panting. He was breathing so hard that for a moment he found it impossible to speak but in his eyes there was a look that told his unbounded grat.i.tude. They were clear, fearless eyes, with the blue glint of steel in them and, as he held out his hands to Nathaniel, they were luminous with the joy of his deliverance.
"Thank you, Captain Plum!"
He spoke his companion"s name with the a.s.surance of one who had known it for a long time. "If they loose the dogs there will be no time for the ship," he added, with a suggestive hunch of his naked shoulders.
"Follow me!"
There was no alarm in his voice and Nathaniel caught the flashing gleam of white teeth as Neil smiled grimly back at him, running in the lead.
From the man"s eyes the master of the _Typhoon_ had sized up his companion as a fighter. The smile--daring, confident, and yet signaling their danger--a.s.sured him that he was right, and he followed close behind without question. A dozen rods up the path Neil turned into a dense thicket of briars and underbrush and for ten minutes they plunged through the pathless jungle. Now and then Nathaniel saw the three red stripes of the whipper"s lash upon the bare shoulders of the man ahead and to these every step seemed to add new wounds made by the thorns. As they came out upon an old roadway the captain stripped off his coat and Neil thrust himself into it as they ran.
Even in these first minutes of their flight Nathaniel was thrilled by another thought than that of the peril behind them. Whom had he saved?
Who was this clear-eyed young fellow for whom the girl had so openly sacrificed herself at the whipping-post, about whom she had thrown her arms and covered with the protection of her glorious hair? With his joy at having served her there was mingled a chilling doubt as these questions formed themselves in his mind. Obadiah"s vague suggestions, the scene in the king"s room, the night visits of the girl to the councilor"s cabin--and last of all this incident at the jail flashed upon him now with another meaning, with a significance that slowly cooled the enthusiasm in his veins. He was sure that he was near the solution of the mysterious events in which he had become involved, and yet this knowledge brought with it something of apprehension, something which made him antic.i.p.ate and yet dread the moment when the fugitive ahead would stop in his flight, and he might ask him those questions which would at least relieve him of his burden of doubt. They had traveled a mile through forest unbroken by path or road when Neil halted on the edge of a little stream that ran into a swamp. Pointing into the tangled fen with a confident smile he plunged to his waist in the water and waded slowly through the slough into the gloom of the densest alder.
A few minutes later he turned in to the sh.o.r.e and the soft bog gave place to firm ground. Before Nathaniel had cleared the stream he saw his companion drop to his knees beside a fallen log and when he came up to him he was unwrapping a piece of canvas from about a gun. With a warning gesture he rose to his feet and for twenty seconds the men stood and listened. No sound came to them but the chirp of a startled squirrel and the barking of a dog in the direction of St. James.
"They haven"t turned out the dogs yet," said Neil, holding a hand against his heaving chest. "If they do they can"t reach us through that slough." He leaned his rifle against the log and again thrusting an arm into the place where it had been concealed drew forth a small box.
"Powder and ball--and grub!" he laughed. "You see I am a sort of revolutionist and have my hiding-places. To-morrow--I will be a martyr."
He spoke as quietly as though his words but carried a careless jest.
"A martyr?" laughed Nathaniel, looking down into the smiling, sweating face.
"Yes, to-morrow I shall kill Strang."
There was no excitement in Neil"s voice as he stood erect. The smile did not leave his lips. But in his eyes there shone that which neither words nor smiling lips revealed, a reckless, blazing fury hidden deep in them--so deep that Nathaniel stared to a.s.sure himself what it was. The other saw the doubt in his face.
"To-morrow I shall kill Strang," he repeated. "I shall kill him with this gun from under the window of his house through which you saw Marion."
"Marion!" exclaimed Nathaniel. "Marion--" He leaned forward eagerly, questioning. "Tell me--"
"My sister, Captain Plum!"
It seemed to Nathaniel that every fiber in his body was stretched to the breaking point. He reached out, dazed by what he had heard and with both hands seized Neil"s arm.
"Your sister--who came to you at the whipping-post?"
"That was Marion."
"And--Strang"s wife?"
"No!" cried Neil. "No--not his wife!" He drew back from Nathaniel"s touch as if the question had stabbed him to the heart. The pa.s.sion that had slumbered in his eyes burst into savage flame and his face became suddenly terrible to look upon. There was hatred there such as Nathaniel had never seen; a ferocious, pitiless hatred that sent a shuddering thrill through him as he stood before it. After a moment the clenched fist that had risen above Neil"s head dropped to his side. Half apologetically he held out his hand to his companion.
"Captain Plum, we"ve got a lot to thank you for, Marion and I," he said, a tremble of the pa.s.sing emotion in his voice. "Obadiah told Marion that help might come to us through you and Marion brought the word to me at the jail late last night--after she had seen you at the window. The old councilor kept his word! You have saved her!"
"Saved her!" gasped Nathaniel. "From what? How?" A hundred questions seemed leaping from his heart to his lips.
"From Strang. Good G.o.d, don"t you understand? I tell you that I am going to kill Strang!"
Neil stood as though appalled by his companion"s incomprehension. "I am going to kill Strang, I tell you!" he cried again, the fire burning deeper through the sweat of his cheeks.
Nathaniel"s bewilderment still shone in his face.
"She is not Strang"s wife," he spoke softly, as if to himself. "And she is not--" His face flushed as he nearly spoke the words. "Obadiah lied!"
He looked squarely into Neil"s eyes. "No, I don"t understand you. The councilor said that she--that Marion was Strang"s wife. He told me nothing more than that, nothing of her trouble, nothing about you. Until this moment I have been completely mystified. Only her eyes led me to do--what I did at the jail."
Neil gazed at him in astonishment.
"Obadiah told--you--nothing?" he asked incredulously.
"Not a word about you or Marion except that Marion was the king"s seventh wife. But he hinted at many things and kept me on the trail, always expecting, always watching, and yet every hour was one of mystery. I am in the darkest of it at this instant. What does it all mean? Why are you going to kill Strang? Why--"
Neil interrupted him with a cry so poignant in its wretchedness that the last question died upon his lips.
"I thought that the councilor had told you all," he said. "I thought you knew." The disappointment in his voice was almost despair. "Then--it was only accidentally--you helped us?"
"Only accidentally that I helped _you_--yes! But Marion--" Nathaniel crushed Neil"s hand in both his own and his eyes betrayed more than he would have said. "I"ve got an armed ship and a dozen men out there and if I can help Marion by blowing up St. James--I"ll do it!"
For a time only the tense breathing of the two broke the silence of their lips. They looked into each other"s face, Nathaniel with all the eagerness of the pa.s.sion with which Marion had stirred his soul, Neil half doubting, as if he were trying to find in this man"s eyes the friendship which he had not questioned a few minutes before.
"Obadiah told you nothing?" he asked again, as if still unbelieving.
"Nothing."
"And you have not seen Marion--to talk with her?"
"No."
Nathaniel had dropped his companion"s hand, and now Neil walked to the log and sat down with his face turned in the direction from which their pursuers must come if they entered the swamp.
Suddenly the memory of Obadiah"s note shot into Nathaniel"s head, the councilor"s admonition, his allusion to a visitor. With this memory there recurred to him Obadiah"s words at the temple, "If you had remained at the cabin, Nat, you would have known that I was your friend.
She would have come to you, but now--it is impossible." For the first time the truth began to dawn upon him. He went and sat down beside Neil.
"I am beginning to understand--a little," he said. "Obadiah had planned that I should meet Marion, but I was a fool and spoiled his scheme. If I had done as he told me I should have seen her this morning."
In a few words he reviewed the events of the preceding evening and of that morning--of his coming to the island, his meeting with Obadiah, and of the singular way in which he had become interested in Marion. He omitted the oaths but told of Winnsome"s warning and of his interview with the Mormon king. When he spoke of the girl as he had seen her through the king"s window, and of her appealing face turned to him at the jail, his voice trembled with an excitement that deepened the flush in Neil"s cheeks.
"Captain Plum, I thank G.o.d that you like Marion," he said simply. "After I kill Strang will you help her?"
"Yes."
"You are willing to risk--"
"My life--my men--my ship!"
Nathaniel spoke like one to whom there had been suddenly opened the portals to a great joy. He sprang to his feet and stood before Neil, his whole being throbbing with the emotions which had been awakened within him.
"Good G.o.d, why don"t you tell me what her peril is?" he cried, no longer restraining himself. "Why are you going to kill Strang? Has he--has he--" His face flamed with the question which he dared not finish.
"No--not that!" interrupted Neil. "He has never laid a hand on Marion.
She hates him as she hates the snakes in this swamp. And yet--next Sunday she is to become his seventh wife!"