"There"s something in that clearing," he whispered.
Miller had seen it, too; Duane motioned Rosalie forward to join Delancy, and, side by side, they crept ahead, keeping a clump of scrub hemlock between them and the edge of the clearing. It was the Green Pa.s.s feed-ground, a rocky strip of pasture climbing upward toward Lynx Peak; and there, clean cut against the snowy background, three dark objects were moving, trotting nervously here and there, nosing, nuzzling, tunnelling the snow with long, sharp muzzles.
Duane and Geraldine silently unslung their field-gla.s.ses.
"They"re boar," he said.
"Two-year-olds," she nodded. "I do hope they will get one each. Duane, ought I to have shot that other one?"
"Of course, you generous child! Otherwise he"d have gone clear away.
That was a cracking shot, too--clean through the backbone at the base of the skull.... Look at Rosalie! She"s unstrapped her snow-shoes and she and Delancy are crawling on all-fours!"
Kemp had now joined the stalkers; he was a wise old hunter, and Duane and Geraldine, keeping very still, watched the operations side by side.
For half an hour Rosalie lay motionless in the snow on the forest"s edge, and Geraldine was beginning to fret at the prospect of her being too benumbed by the cold to use her rifle, when Duane touched her on the arm and drew her attention to a fourth boar.
The animal came on from behind Rosalie and to Delancy"s right--a good-sized, very black fellow, evidently suspicious yet tempted to reconnoitre the feeding-ground.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear!" she whispered; "what a shot Delancy has! Why _doesn"t_ he see him! What on earth is Kemp about? Why, the boar is within ten feet of Delancy"s legs and doesn"t see or wind him!"
"Look!"
Kemp had caught sight of the fourth boar. Geraldine and Duane saw his dilemma, saw him silently give Rosalie the signal to fire at the nearest boar in the open, then saw him turn like a flash and almost drag Delancy to his feet.
"Kill that pig, _now_!" he thundered--"unless you want him hackin" your shins!"
The boar stood in his tracks, bristling, furious, probably astounded to find himself so close to the only thing in all the forest that he feared and would have preferred to flee from.
Under such conditions boars lose their heads; there was a sudden clatter of tusks, a m.u.f.fled, indescribable sound, half squeal, half roar; a fountain of feathery snow, and two shots close together. Then a third shot.
Rosalie, rather pale, threw another cartridge in as Delancy picked himself out of a snow-bank and looked around him in astonishment.
"Well done, young lady!" cried Kemp, running a fistful of snow over the blade of his hunting-knife and nodding his admiration. "I guess it"s just as well you disobeyed orders and let this funny pig have what was coming to him. Y" ain"t hurt, are ye, Mr. Grandcourt?"
"No; he didn"t hit me; I tripped on that root. Did I miss him?"
"Not at all," said Duane, kneeling down while Miller lifted the great fierce head. "You hit him all right, but it didn"t stop him; it only turned him. Here"s your second bullet, too; and Rosalie, yours did the business for him. Good for you! It"s fine, isn"t it, Geraldine?"
Grandcourt, flushing heavily, turned to Rosalie and held out his hand.
"Thank you," he said; "the brute was right on top of me."
"Oh, no," she said honestly, "he"d missed you and was going straight on.
I don"t know how on earth I ever hit him, but I was so frightened to see you go over backward and I thought that he"d knocked you down, and I was perfectly furious----"
She gave a little sob of excitement, laughed unsteadily, and sat down on a fallen log, burying her face in her hands.
They knew enough to let her alone and pretend not to notice her.
Geraldine chattered away cheerfully to the two men while the keepers drew the game. Delancy tried to listen to her, but his anxious eyes kept turning toward Rosalie, and at length, unable to endure it, he went over and sat down beside her, careless of what others might infer.
"How funny," whispered Geraldine to Duane. "I had no idea that Delancy was so fond of her. Had you?"
He started slightly. "I? Oh, no," he said hastily--too hastily. He was a very poor actor.
Gravely, head bent, she walked forward beside him after Grandcourt had announced that he and Rosalie had had enough and that they wished Kemp to take them and their game to the sleigh.
Once, looking back, she saw the procession moving in the opposite direction through the woods, Kemp leading, rope over his shoulder, dragging the dead boar across the snow; Grandcourt, both rifles slung across his back, big arm supporting Rosalie, who walked as though very tired, her bright head drooping, her arm resting on his shoulder.
Geraldine looked up at Duane thoughtfully, and he supposed that she was about to speak, but her gaze became remote; she shifted her rifle, and walked on.
Before they came to the wild, s.h.a.ggy country below Cloudy Mountain she said:
"I"ve been thinking it over, Duane. I can see in it nothing that can concern anybody except themselves. Can you?"
"Not a thing, dear.... I"m sorry I suggested his coming. I knew about this, but I clean forgot it when I asked you to invite him."
"I remember, now, your consternation when you realised it," she said, smiling. "After all, Duane, if it is bound to happen, I don"t mind it happening here.... Poor, lonely little Rosalie!... I"m depraved enough to be glad for her--if it is really to be so."
"I"m glad, too.... Only she ought to begin her action, I think. It"s more prudent and better taste."
"You said once that you had a contempt for divorce."
"I never entertain the same opinion of anything two days in succession,"
he said, smiling. "When there is any one moral law that can justly cover every case which it is framed to govern, I"ll be glad to remain more constant in my beliefs."
"Then you _do_ believe in divorce?"
"To-day I happen to."
"Duane, is that your att.i.tude toward everything?"
"Everything except you," he said cheerfully. "That is literally true.
Even in my painting and in my liking for the work of others, I veer about like a weather-vane, never holding very long to one point of view."
"You"re very frank about it."
"Why not?"
"Isn"t it a--a weakness?"
"I don"t think so," he said so simply that she tucked her arm under his with a soft, confidential laugh.
"You goose; do you suppose I think there is a weak fibre in you? I"ve always adored the strength in you--even when it was rough enough to bruise me. Listen, dear; there"s only one thing you might possibly weaken on. Promise you won"t."
"I promise."
"Then," she said triumphantly, "you"ll take first shot at the big boar!
Are you angry because I made you promise? If you only knew, dear, how happy I have been, saving the best I had to offer, in this forest, for you! You will make me happy, won"t you?"
"Of course I will, you little trump!" he said, encircling her waist, forgetful of old Miller, plodding along behind them.