Suddenly he lowered the cup so forcefully that half the liquor in it was spilled over the table. He thrust his huge shoulders and red face toward David, and in an instant there was a snarl on his thick lips.
"Hauck said she didn"t," he growled. "What do you think of that, Mac?--said she didn"t belong to me any more, an" I"d have to pay for her keep! Gawd, I did. I gave him a lot of gold!"
"You were a fool," said David, trying to choke back his eagerness. "A fool!"
"I should have killed him, shouldn"t I, Mac--killed him an" _took_ her?"
cried Brokaw huskily, his pa.s.sion rising as he knotted his huge fists on the table. "Killed him like you killed the Breed for that long-haired she-devil over at Copper Cliff!"
"I--don"t--know," said David, slowly, praying that he might not say the wrong thing now. "I don"t know what claim you had on her, Brokaw. If I knew...."
He waited. Brokaw did not seem altogether like a drunken man now, and for a moment he feared that discovery had come. He leaned over the table. The watery film seemed to drop from his eyes for an instant and his teeth gleamed wolfishly. David was glad the lamp chimney was black with soot, and that the rim of his hat shadowed his face, for it seemed to him that Brokaw"s vision had grown suddenly better.
"I should have killed him, an" took her," repeated Brokaw, his voice heavy with pa.s.sion. "I should have had her long ago, but Hauck"s woman kept her from me. She"s been mine all along, ever since...." His mind seemed to lag. He drew his hulking shoulders back slowly. "But I"ll have her to-morrow," he mumbled, as if he had suddenly forgotten David and was talking to himself. "To-morrow. Next day we"ll start north.
Hauck can"t say anything now. I"ve paid him. She"s mine--mine now--to-night! By...."
David shuddered at what he saw in the brute"s revolting face. It was the dawning of a sudden, terrible idea. To-night! It blazed there in his eyes, grown watery again. Quickly David turned out more liquor, and thrust one of the cups into Brokaw"s hand. The giant drank. His body sank into piggish laxness. For a moment the danger was past. David knew that time was precious. He must force his hand.
"And if Hauck troubles you," he cried, striking the table a blow with his fist, "I"ll help you settle for him, Brokaw! I"ll do it for old time"s sake. I"ll do to him what I did to the Breed. The girl"s yours.
She"s belonged to you for a long time, eh? Tell me about it, Brokaw--tell me before Hauck comes!"
Could he never make that bloated fiend tell him what he wanted to know?
Brokaw stared at him stupidly, and then all at once he started, as if some one had p.r.i.c.ked him into consciousness, and a slow grin began to spread over his face. It was a reminiscent, horrible sort of leer, not a smile--the expression of a man who gloats over a revolting and unspeakable thing.
"She"s mine--been mine ever since she was a baby," he confided, leaning again over the table. "Good friend, give her to me, Mac--good friend but a dam" fool," he chuckled. He rubbed his huge hands together and turned out more liquor. "Dam" fool!" he repeated. "Any man"s a dam" fool to turn down a pretty woman, eh, Mac? An" she was pretty, he says. _My_ girl"s mother, you know. She must have been pretty. It was off there--in the bush country--years ago. The kid you brought in to-day was a baby then--alone with her mother. Ho, ho! deuced easy--deuced easy! But he was a darn" fool!"
He drank with incredible slowness, it seemed to David. It was torture to watch him, with the fear, every instant, that Hauck would come.
"What happened?" he urged.
"Bucky--my friend--in love with that woman, O"Doone"s wife," resumed Brokaw. "Dead crazy, Mac. Crazier"n you were over the Breed"s woman, only he didn"t have the nerve. Just moped around--waiting--keeping out of O"Doone"s way. Trapper, O"Doone was--or a Company runner. Forgot which. Anyway he went on a long trip, in winter, and got laid up with a broken leg long way from home. Wife and baby alone, an" Bucky sneaked up one day and found the woman sick with fever. Out of her head! Dead out, Bucky says--an" my Gawd! If she didn"t think he was her husband come back! That easy, Mac--an" he lacked the nerve! Crazy in love with her, he was, an" didn"t dare play the part. Told me it was conscience. Bah!
it wasn"t. He was afraid. Scared. A fool. Then he said the fever must have touched him. Ho, ho! it was funny. He was a scared fool. Wish _I"d_ been there, Mac; wish _I_ had!"
His eyes half closed, gleaming in narrow, shining slits. His chin dropped on his chest. David prodded him on.
"Bucky got her to run away with him," continued Brokaw. "Her and the kid, while she was still out of her head. Bucky even got her to write a note, he said, telling O"Doone she was sick of him an" was running away with another man. Bucky didn"t give his own name, of course. An" the woman didn"t know what she was doing. They started west with the kid, and all the time Bucky was _afraid_! He dragged the woman on a sledge, and snow covered their trail. He hid in a cabin a hundred miles from O"Doone"s, an" it was there the woman come to her senses. Gawd! it must have been exciting! Bucky says she was like a mad woman, and that she ran screeching out into the night, leaving the kid with him. He followed but he couldn"t find her. He waited, but she never came back. A snow storm covered her trail. Then Bucky says _he_ went mad--the fool! He waited till spring, keeping that kid, and then he made up his mind to get it back to Papa O"Doone in some way. He sneaked back where the cabin had been, and found nothing but char there. It had been burned. Oh, the devil, but it was funny! And after all this trouble he hadn"t dared to take O"Doone"s place with the woman. Conscience? Bah! He was a fool. You don"t get a pretty woman like that very often, eh, Mac?" Unsteadily he tilted the flask to turn himself out another drink. His voice was thickening. David rejoiced when he saw that the flask was empty.
"Dam"!" said Brokaw, shaking it.
"Go on," insisted David. "You haven"t told me how you came by the girl, Brokaw?"
The watery film was growing thicker over Brokaw"s eyes. He brought himself back to his story with an apparent effort.
"Came west, Bucky did--with the kid," he went on. "Struck my cabin, on the Mackenzie, a year later. Told me all about it. Then one day he sneaked away and left her with me, begging me to put her where she"d be safe. I did. Gave her to Hauck"s woman, and told her Bucky"s story.
Later, Hauck came over here and built this place. Three years ago I come down from the Yukon, and saw the kid. Pretty? Gawd, she was! Almost a woman. And she was _mine_. I told "em so. Mebby the woman would have cheated me, but I had Hauck on the hip because I saw him kill a man when he was drunk--a white man from Fort MacPherson. Helped him hide the body. And then--oh, it was funny!--I ran across Bucky! He was living in a shack a dozen miles from here, an" he didn"t know Marge was the O"Doone baby. I told him a big lie--told him the kid died, an" that I"d heard the woman had killed herself, and that O"Doone was in a lunatic asylum. Mebby he did have a conscience, the fool! Guess he was a little crazy himself. Went away soon after that. Never heard of him since. An"
I"ve been hanging round until the girl was old enough to live with a man. Ain"t I done right, Mac? Don"t she belong to me? An" to-morrow...."
His head rolled. He recovered himself with an effort, and leaned heavily against the table. His face was almost barren of human expression. It was the face of a monster, unlighted by reason, stripped of mind and soul. And David, glaring into it across the table, questioned him once more, even as he heard the crunch of footsteps outside, and knew that Hauck was coming--coming in all probability to unmask him in the part he had played. But Hauck was too late. He was ready to fight now, and as he held himself prepared for the struggle he asked that question.
"And this man--Bucky; what was his other name, Brokaw?"
Brokaw"s thick lips moved, and then came his voice, in a husky whisper:
"Tavish!"
CHAPTER XXII
The next instant Hauck was at the open door. He did not cross the threshold at once, but stood there for perhaps twenty seconds--his gray, hard face looking in on them with eyes in which there was a cold and sinister glitter. Brokaw, with the fumes of liquor thick in his brain, tried to nod an invitation for him to enter; his head rolled grotesquely and his voice was a croak. David rose slowly to his feet, thrusting back his chair. From contemplating Brokaw"s sagging body, Hauck"s eyes were levelled at him. And then his lips parted. One would not have called it a smile. It revealed to David a deadly animosity which the man was trying to hide under the disguise of that grin, and he knew that Hauck had discovered that he was not McKenna. Swiftly David shot a glance at Brokaw. The giant"s head and shoulders lay on the table, and he made a sudden daring effort to save a little more time for himself.
"I"m sorry," he said. "He"s terribly drunk."
Hauck nodded his head--he kept nodding it, that cold glitter in his eyes, the steady, insinuating grin still there.
"Yes, he"s drunk," he said, his voice as hard as a rock. "Better come to the house. I"ve got a room for you. There"s only one bunk in here--McKenna."
He dragged out the name slowly, a bit tauntingly it seemed to David.
And David laughed. Might as well play his last card well, he thought.
"My name isn"t McKenna," he said. "It"s David Raine. He made a mistake, and he"s so drunk I haven"t been able to explain."
Without answering, Hauck backed out of the door. It was an invitation for David to follow. Again he carried his pack and gun with him through the darkness, and Hauck uttered not a word as they returned to the Nest.
The night was brighter now, and David could see Baree close at his heels, following him as silently as a shadow. The dog slunk out of sight when they came to the building. They did not enter from the rear this time. Hauck led the way to a door that opened into the big room from which had come the sound of cursing and laughter a little before. There were ten or a dozen men in that room, all white men, and, upon entering, David was moved by a sudden suspicion that they were expecting him--that Hauck had prepared them for his appearance. There was no liquor in sight. If there had been bottles and gla.s.ses on the tables, they had been cleared away--but no one had thought to wipe away certain liquid stains that David saw shimmering wetly in the glow of the three big lamps hanging from the ceiling. He looked the men over quickly as he followed the free trader. Never, he thought, had he seen a rougher or more unpleasant-looking lot. He caught more than one eye filled with the glittering menace he had seen in Hauck"s. Not a man nodded at him, or spoke to him. He pa.s.sed close to one raw-boned individual, so close that he brushed against him, and there was an unconcealed and threatening animosity in this man"s face as he glared up at him. By the time he had pa.s.sed through the room his suspicion had become a conviction. Hauck had purposely put him on parade, and there was a deep and sinister significance in the att.i.tude of these men.
They pa.s.sed through the hall into which he and Marge had entered from the opposite side of the Nest, and Hauck paused at the door of a room almost opposite to the one which the girl had said belonged to her.
"This will be your room while you are our guest," he said. The glitter in his eyes softened as he nodded at David. He tried to speak a bit affably, but David felt that his effort was rather unsuccessful. It failed to cover the hard note in his voice and the curious twitch of his upper lip--a snarl almost--as he forced a smile. "Make yourself at home," he added. "We"ll have breakfast in the morning with my niece." He paused for a moment and then said, looking keenly at David: "I suppose you tried hard to make Brokaw understand he had made a mistake, and that you wasn"t McKenna? Brokaw is a good fellow when he isn"t drunk."
David was glad that he turned away without waiting for an answer. He did not want to talk with Hauck to-night. He wanted to turn over in his mind what he had learned from Brokaw, and to-morrow act with the cool judgment which was more or less characteristic of him. He did not believe even now that there would be anything melodramatic in the outcome of the affair. There would be an unpleasantness, of course; but when both Hauck and Brokaw were confronted with a certain situation, and with the peculiarly significant facts which he now held in his possession, he could not see how they would be able to place any very great obstacle in the way of his determination to take Marge from the Nest. He did not think of personal harm to himself, and as he entered his room, where a lamp had been lighted for him, his mind had already begun to work on a plan of action. He would compromise with them. In return for the loss of the girl they should have his promise--his oath, if necessary--not to reveal the secret of the traffic in which they were engaged, or of that still more important affair between Hauck and the white man from Fort MacPherson. He was certain that, in his drunkenness, Brokaw had spoken the truth, no matter what he might deny to-morrow.
They would not hazard an investigation, though to lose the girl now, at the very threshold of his exultant realization, would be like taking the earth from under Brokaw"s feet. In spite of the tenseness of the situation David found himself chuckling with satisfaction. It would be unpleasant--very--he repeated that a.s.surance to himself; but that self-preservation would be the first law of these rascals he was equally positive, and he began thinking of other things that just now were of more thrilling import to him.
It was Tavish, then--that half-mad hermit in his mice-infested cabin--who had been at the bottom of it all! Tavish! The discovery did not amaze him profoundly. He had never been able to dissociate Tavish from the picture, unreasoning though he confessed himself to be, and now that his mildly impossible conjectures had suddenly developed into facts, he was not excited. It was another thought--or other thoughts--that stirred him more deeply, and brought a heat into his blood. His mind leaped back to that scene of years ago, when Marge O"Doone"s mother had run shrieking out in the storm of night to escape Tavish. _But she had not died!_ That was the thought that burned in David"s brain now. She had lived. She had searched for her husband--Michael O"Doone; a half-mad wanderer of the forests at first, she may have been. She had searched for years. And she was still searching for him when he had met her that night on the Transcontinental! For it was she--Marge O"Doone, the mother, the wife, into whose dark, haunting eyes he had gazed from out the sunless depths of his own despair! _Her_ mother. Alive. Seeking a Michael O"Doone--seeking--seeking....
He was filled with a great desire to go at once to the Girl and tell her this wonderful new fact that had come into her life, and he found himself suddenly at the door of his room, with his fingers on the latch.
Standing there, he shrugged his shoulders, laughing softly at himself as he realized how absurdly sensational he was becoming all at once.
To-morrow would be time. He filled and lighted his pipe, and in the whitish fumes of his tobacco he could picture quite easily the gray, dead face of Tavish, hanging at the end of his meat rack. Pacing restlessly back and forth across his room, he recalled the scenes of that night, and of days and nights that had followed. Brokaw had given him the key that was unlocking door after door. "Guess he was a little crazy," Brokaw had said, speaking of Tavish as he had last known him on the Firepan. Crazy! Going mad! And at last he had killed himself. Was it possible that a man of Tavish"s sort could be haunted for so long by spectres of the past? It seemed unreasonable. He thought of Father Roland and of the mysterious room in the Chateau, where he worshipped at the shrine of a woman and a child who were gone.
He clenched his hands, and stopped himself. What had leapt into his mind was as startling to his inner consciousness as the unexpected flash of magnesium in a dark room. It was unthinkable--impossible; and yet, following it, he found himself face to face with question after question which he made no effort to answer. He was dazed for a moment as if by the terrific impact of a thing which had neither weight nor form.
Tavish, the woman, the girl--Father Roland! Absurd. He shook himself, literally shook himself, to get rid of that wildly impossible idea. He drove his mind back to the photograph of the girl--and the woman. How had she come into possession of the picture which Brokaw had taken? What had Nisikoos tried to say to Marge O"Doone in those last moments when she was dying--whispered words which the girl had not heard because she was crying, and her heart was breaking? Did Nisikoos know that the mother was alive? Had she sent the picture to her when she realized that the end of her own time was drawing near? There was something unreasonable in this too, but it was the only solution that came to him.
He was still pacing his room when the creaking of the door stopped him.
It was opening slowly and steadily and apparently with extreme caution.
In another moment Marge O"Doone stood inside. He had not seen her face so white before. Her eyes were big and glowing darkly--pools of quivering fear, of wild and imploring supplication. She ran to him, and clung to him with her hands at his shoulders, her face close to his.
"_Sakewawin_--dear _Sakewawin_--we must go; we must hurry--to-night!"
She was trembling, fairly shivering against him, with one hand touching his face now, and he put his arms about her gently.