He boasted that they had the only keel-boat on the river equipped with an engine and had come up from St. Louis in two hours. The Sheriff had it fitted up to carry him back and forth between river towns. You--you think we could use that?"
"It seems to be all that is left us. I intend to make the effort, anyway. You had better show me the road."
CHAPTER XII
WE CAPTURE A KEEL-BOAT
I followed her closely, a mere shadow, as she silently led the way along the edge of the wood and back of the negro quarters. The path was narrow and apparently little used, extremely rough at first until we finally came out upon what was seemingly a well-built road descending to a lower level in the general direction of the river. The girl, however, was sufficiently familiar with her surroundings to advance rapidly even in the dark, and I managed to stumble blindly along after her at a pace which kept her in sight, comprehending the urgent need of haste. We crossed the front of the house, but at a distance enabling us to gain no glimpse of the two men who guarded the porch, or to even hear their voices. The only evidence of their presence there still was the dim glow of a pipe. Here we were cautious enough, slinking past in complete silence, watchful of where we placed our feet; but once beyond this point of danger I joined her more closely, and we continued down the sharp decline together side by side, exchanging a few words in whispers as she attempted to describe to me briefly the lay of the land about the mouth of the creek and where the boat probably rested, awaiting the return of its owners.
She made this sufficiently clear, answering my few questions promptly, so that I easily visioned the scene and felt confident of being able to safely approach the unsuspecting engineer and overcome any resistance before he should realize the possibility of attack. I was obliged to rely upon a guess at the time of night, yet surely it could not be long after twelve and there must yet remain hours of darkness amply sufficient for our purpose. With the boat once securely in our possession, the engineer compelled to serve, for I had no skill in that line, we could strike out directly for the opposite sh.o.r.e and creep along in its shadows past the sleeping town at the Landing until we attained the deserted waters above. By then we should practically be beyond immediate pursuit. Even if Carver or the sheriff discovered Kirby, any immediate chase by river would be impossible. Nothing was available for their use except a few rowboats at the Landing; they would know nothing as to whether we had gone up or down stream, while the coming of the early daylight would surely permit us to discover some place of concealment along the desolate Illinois sh.o.r.e. Desperate as the attempt undoubtedly was, the situation, as I considered it in all its details, brought me faith in our success and fresh encouragement to make the effort.
The distance was covered far more quickly than I had antic.i.p.ated. The road we followed was by now fairly visible beneath the faint star-gleam, and once we were below the bluff the broad expanse of river appeared at our left, a dim, flowing mystery, the opposite sh.o.r.e invisible. To our strained eyes it seemed an endless flood of surging water. Immediately about us, all remained dark and silent, the few trees lining the summit of the overhanging bluff a.s.suming grotesque shapes, and occasionally startling us by their strange resemblance to human beings. Not even the moaning of wind through the branches broke the intense midnight stillness. I could feel her hand, grasping my sleeve, tremble from nervous tension.
"Saunder"s Creek is just beyond that ridge--see," she whispered, causing me to pause. "I mean the darker line in front. This road we are on goes straight ahead, but we must turn off here in order to reach the mouth where the boat lies."
I stooped low, close to the earth, so as to better perceive any outline against the sky, and, with one hand shadowing my eyes, stared earnestly in the direction indicated.
"It will be over there, then. Kneel down here beside me a moment.
There is a whisp of smoke yonder, curling up over the bank. I suppose it will be safe enough for us to venture that far?"
"Yes, unless the engineer has come ash.o.r.e."
"Is there any path?"
"Not that I remember, but there are plenty of dead rushes along the side of the bank. It will be safe enough to go where we can look over."
We moved forward slowly, but this time I took the lead myself, bending low, and feeling carefully for footing in the wiry gra.s.s. The bank was not high, and once safely at its edge, we could peer out through the thick growth of rushes with little fear of being observed from below.
The darkness, however, so shrouded everything, blending objects into shapeless shadows, that it required several moments before I could clearly determine the exact details. The mouth of the creek, a good-sized stream, was only a few yards away, and the boat, rather a larger craft than I had antic.i.p.ated seeing, lay just off sh.o.r.e, with stern to the bank, as though prepared for instant departure. It was securely held in position by a rope, probably looped about a convenient stump, and my eyes were finally able to trace the outlines of the wheel by which it was propelled. Except for straggling rushes extending to the edge of the water, the s.p.a.ce between was vacant, yet sufficiently mantled in darkness to enable one to creep forward unseen.
At first glance I could distinguish no sign of the boatman left in charge, but, even as I lay there, breathless and uncertain, he suddenly revealed his presence by lighting a lantern in the stern. The illumination was feeble enough, yet sufficient to expose to view the small, unprotected engine aft, and also the fact that all forward of the little c.o.c.kpit in which it stood, the entire craft was decked over.
The fellow was busily engaged in overhauling the machinery, leaning far forward, his body indistinct, the lantern swinging in one hand, with entire attention devoted to his task. Occasionally, as he lifted his head for some purpose, the dim radiance fell upon his face, revealing the unmistakable countenance of a mulatto, a fellow of medium size, broad of cheek with unusually full lips, and a fringe of whisker turning gray. Somehow this revelation that he was a negro, and not a white man, brought with it to me an additional confidence in success.
I inclined my head and whispered in the girl"s ear:
"You are not to move from here until I call. This is to be my part of the work, handling that lad. I am going now."
"He is colored, is he not, a slave?"
"We can only guess as to that. But he does not look to me like a hard proposition. If I can only reach the boat without being seen, the rest will be easy. Now is the proper time, while he is busy tinkering with the engine. You will stay here?"
"Yes, of course; I--I could be of no help."
She suddenly held out her hand, as though impelled to the action of some swift impulse, and the warm pressure of her fingers meant more than words. I could not see the expression on her face, yet knew the slender body was trembling nervously.
"Surely you are not afraid?"
"Oh, no; it is not that--I--I am all unstrung. You must not think of me, at all."
This was far easier said than done, however, for she was more in my mind as I crept forward than the indistinct figure below in the boat.
It was becoming a constant struggle already--indeed, had been from the first--to hold her for what I actually knew her to be--negress, a slave, desperately seeking to escape from her master. The soft, refined voice, the choice use of language, the purity of her thought and expression, the girlish face as I had seen it under the light, all combined to continually blind me to the real truth. I could not even force myself to act toward her from any standpoint other than that of equality, or regard her as in any way removed from my most courteous consideration. I think it was equally hard for her to adapt her conduct to these new conditions. Accustomed all her life to respect, to admiration, to the courtesy of men, she could not stoop to the spirit of servitude. It was this effort to humble herself, to compel remembrance, which caused her to speak of herself so often as a slave.
These thoughts a.s.sailed, pursued me, as I crept cautiously down the steep bank, concealed by the shadows of the rushes. Yet in reality I remained intent enough upon my purpose. Although unable to wholly banish all memory of the young girl just left behind, I still realized the gravity of my task, and my eyes were watchful of the shrouded figure I was silently approaching. I drew nearer inch by inch, advancing so slowly, and snake-like, that not even the slightest sound of movement aroused suspicion. Apparently the fellow was engaged in oiling the machinery, for he had placed the lantern on deck, and held a long-spouted can in his fingers. His back remained toward me as I drew near the stern, and, consequently, I no longer had a glimpse of his face. The wooden wheel of the boat, a clumsy appearing apparatus, rested almost directly against the bank, where the water was evidently deep enough to float the vessel, and the single rope holding it in position was drawn taut from the pressure of the current. Waiting until the man was compelled to bend lower over his work, utterly unconscious of my presence, I straightened up, and, pistol in hand, stepped upon the wooden beam supporting the wheel. He must have heard this movement, for he lifted his head quickly, yet was even then too late; already I had gained the after-deck, and my weapon was on a level with his eyes.
"Don"t move, or cry out!" I commanded, sternly. "Obey orders and you will not be hurt."
He shrank away, sinking upon the bench, his face upturned so that the light fell full upon it, for the instant too greatly surprised and frightened to give utterance to a sound. His mouth hung open, and his eyes stared at me.
"Who--who wus yer? Whatcha want yere?"
"I am asking questions, and you are answering them. Are you armed?
All right, then; hand it over. Now put out that light."
He did exactly as I told him, moving as though paralyzed by fear, yet unable to resist.
"You are a negro--a slave?"
"Yas, sah; Ah"s Ma.s.sa Donaldson"s boy frum Saint Louee."
"He is the sheriff?"
"Yas, sah--yas, sah. Whar is Ma.s.sa Donaldson? Yer ain"t done bin sent yere by him, I reckon. "Pears like I never see yer afore."
"No, but he is quite safe. What is your name?"
"Sam, sah--just plain Sam."
"Well, Sam, I understand you are an engineer. Now it happens that I want to use this boat, and you are going to run it for me. Do you understand I am going to sit down here on the edge of this c.o.c.kpit, and hold this loaded pistol just back of your ear. It might go off at any minute, and surely will if you make a false move or attempt to foul the engine. Any trick, and there is going to be a dead n.i.g.g.e.r overboard.
I know enough about engines to tell if you play fair--so don"t take any chances, boy."
"Ah--Ah--reckon as how I was goin" fer ter run her all right, sah; she"s sum consid"ble contrary et times, sah, but Ah"ll surely run her, if thar"s eny run in her, sah. Ah ain"t carryin" "bout bein" no corpse."
"I thought not; you"d rather be a free n.i.g.g.e.r, perhaps? Well, Sam, if you will do this job all right for me tonight, I"ll put you where the sheriff will never see hide nor hair of you again--no, not yet; wait a moment, there is another pa.s.senger."
She came instantly in answer to my low call, and, through the gloom, the startled negro watched her descend the bank, a mere moving shadow, yet with the outlines of a woman. I half believe he thought her a ghost, for I could hear him muttering inarticulately to himself. I dared not remove my eyes from the fellow, afraid that his very excess of fear might impel him to some reckless act, but I extended one hand across the side of the boat to her a.s.sistance.
"Take my hand, Rene," I said pleasantly to rea.s.sure her, "and come aboard. Yes, everything is all right. I"ve just promised Sam here a ticket for Canada."
I helped her across into the c.o.c.kpit and seated her on the bench, but never venturing to remove my eyes from the negro. His actions, and whatever I was able to observe of the expression of his face, only served to convince me of his trustworthiness, yet I could take no chances.
"She"s just a real, live woman, sah?" he managed to e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e, half in doubt. "She sure ain"t no ghost, sah?"
"By no means, Sam; she is just as real as either you or I. Now listen, boy--you know what will happen to you after this, if Donaldson ever gets hold of you?"
"I "spects Ah does, sah. He"d just nat"larly skin dis n.i.g.g.e.r alive, Ah reckon."
"Very well, then; it is up to you to get away, and I take it that you understand this river. Where is the main current along here?"