I attained my feet, confident and at ease, and advanced up the gully, moving cautiously, so as not to run blindly upon some sentry post in the darkness. There would be nervous soldiers on duty, liable to fire at any sound, or suspicious movement, and it was a part of my plan to penetrate the lines unseen, and without inviting arrest. Once safely within the confines of the camp, the lack in uniforms and discipline, would afford ample freedom, but to be held as a prisoner, even for a short time, might prove a very serious matter. Within a short distance the gully became too shallow for further concealment. I could perceive the red glow of the fires gleaming out between the trees, and the numerous dark figures of men, engaged in various tasks, or lying idly about, waiting a call from the cooks to supper. My judgment told me that I must already be safely within the picket lines, able to walk forward unmolested, and mingle with these groups fearlessly. I was yet standing there, uncertain as to which group I should choose to companion with, when the dim figure of a man, unquestionably drunk, came weaving his uncertain way along a footpath which ran within a yard of my position. Even in that darkness, not yet dense with night, the lank figure possessed an outline of familiarity, and the sudden blazing up of a fire revealed the unmistakable features of the deputy.
"Hullo," I said, happily, stepping directly before him. "When did you come ash.o.r.e?"
He stopped as though shot, bracing himself with difficulty, and endeavoring to gain a glimpse of my face.
"h.e.l.lo, yerself," he managed to e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e thickly. "Who are yer?
frien" o" mine?"
"Why, don"t yer remember me, ol" man? I"m the feller who wus scrubbin"
the paint on the _Adventurer_. We wus talkin" tergether comin" up. I wus goin" fer ter enlist."
"h.e.l.l! yes; glad ter see yer. Sum hot whisky et this camp--tried eny?"
"No," I answered, grasping at the opportunity to arouse his generosity.
"I ain"t got no coin to buy. They wudn"t let me leave ther boat, ner pay me a picayune, so I just skipped out. I"m flat broke; maybe yer cud stake me fer a bite ter eat?"
"Eat!" he flung one arm lovingly about my shoulders, and burst into laughter. "Yer bet yer life, we"re a goin" ter eat, an" drink too. I don"t go back on none o" ther boys. Yer never heerd nuthin" like thet "bout Tim Kennedy, I reckon. Eat, sure--yer know Jack Rale?"
"Never heerd the name."
"What, h.e.l.l! never heerd o" Jack Rale! Ol" river man, half hoss, half alligator; uster tend bar in Saint Louee. He"s up yere now, a sellin"
forty-rod ter sojers. c.u.m up "long with him frum Beardstown. Got a shack back yere, an" is a gittin" rich--frien" o" mine. Yer just c.u.m "long with me--thas all."
I permitted him to lead me, his voice never ceasing as we followed the dim trail. I made out little of what he said, nor did I question him.
Drunk as the man was, I still thought it best to wait until more thoroughly a.s.sured that we were alone. Besides I could take no chance now with his garrulous tongue. The trail ended before a two-room log cabin, so deeply hidden in the woods as to be revealed merely by a glimmer of light shining out from within through c.h.i.n.ks in the walls.
Tim fumbled for the latch and finally opened the door, lurching across the threshold, dragging me along after him. The room was evidently kitchen and bar combined, the latter an unplaned board, resting on two upturned kegs, with a shelf behind containing an array of bottles.
There were two men at a sloppy table, a disreputable looking white woman stirring the contents of a pot hung over the open fire, and a fellow behind the bar, attired in a dingy white ap.r.o.n. It was all sordid enough, and dirty--a typical frontier grogshop; but the thing of most interest to me was the proprietor. The fellow was the same red-moustached individual whom I had watched disembark from the steamer that same afternoon, slipping in the yellow mud as he surmounted the bank, dragging his valise along after him. So it was this fellow pa.s.senger who had given these fugitives refuge; it was his presence in these parts which had decided Kirby to make the venture ash.o.r.e. He glanced up at our entrance, the glare of light overhead revealing a deep, ugly scar across his chin, and a pair of deep-set, scowling eyes.
"Back in time fer supper, hey, Kennedy," he growled, none too cordially. "Who"s yer frien"?"
"A feller whut"s goin" ter enlist. He"s all right, Jack," the deputy hiccoughed thickly. "Les" liquor, an" then we"ll eat. I"m payin" the bill--so whut the h.e.l.l is it ter yer?"
"Nuthin" "tall; eny frien" o" yers gits ther best I hav". Corn liquor, I reckon?"
He set out a squat bottle on the bar, and thinking it best to humor the both of them I poured out a stiff drink, fully aware that Rale was observing my features closely.
"Seen yer afore sumwhar, ain"t I?"
"I reckon," I replied indifferently, watching Tim fill his gla.s.s. "I worked my way up on the boat; saw yer on board."
"Sure; that"s it; "tain"t in my line fer ter forgit a face. Yer ain"t enlisted yit?"
"No; reckon I"ll wait till maunin", an" clean up a bit furst. How "bout sum soap an" water fore I eat? an" yer cudn"t loan me a razor, cud ye?"
He rubbed his chin reflectively with stubby fingers.
"Wal" I got plenty o" water, an" maybe cud scare up sum soap. Tim yere he"s got a razor, an", if he"s a frien" o" yers, I reckon he mought lend it ter yer--thet"s sure sum h.e.l.l ov a beard yer"ve got."
The deputy gulped down his drink, and smacked his lips, clinging with one hand to the bar, regarding me lovingly.
"Sure; he"s friend" o" mine. Shave him myself soon"s I git sober.
Stand most whisky all righ", but d.a.m.n if I kin this kind--only hed three drinks, tha"s all---whut"s thet? Yer can"t wait? Oh, all righ"
then, take it yerself. Mighty fin" razor, ol" man."
Rale found me a tin basin, water, a bit of rag for a towel, and a small, cracked mirror, in which my reflection was scarcely recognizable. He was a man of few words, contenting himself with uttering merely a dry comment on Kennedy, who had dropped back into a convenient chair, and buried his face on the table.
"Tim"s a d.a.m.n good fellow, an" I never saw him so blame drunk afore,"
he said, regretfully. "Know"d him et Saint Louee; used ter drop in ter my place. He an" Kirby hed a row, an" I reckon thet"s whut started him drinkin"."
"A row; a quarrel, you mean?" forgetting myself in surprise. "Who"s Kirby?"
"Joe Kirby; yer sure must know him, if yer a river man. Slim sorter feller, with a smooth face; slickest gambler ever wus, I reckon."
"Why, of course," getting control of myself once more. "We picked him up, "long with Tim, down river. Hed two women with "em, didn"t they?
runaway n.i.g.g.e.rs?"
Rale winked facetiously, evidently rather proud of the exploit as it had been related to him.
"Wal", ther way I understan", they wa"n"t both of "em n.i.g.g.e.rs; however, that was the story told on board. This yere Joe Kirby is pretty d.a.m.n slick, let me tell you. One of "em"s a white gurl, who just pretended she wus a n.i.g.g.e.r. I reckon thet even Kirby didn"t catch on ter her game et furst; an" when he did he wus too blame smart ter ever let her know. She don"t think he knows yet, but she"s liable fer ter find out mighty soon."
"But he cannot hold a white woman," I protested stoutly.
"Can"t, hey! Wal", I reckon there are ways o" even doin" thet, an" if thar be, Kirby"ll find it. They say thar"s mor"n one way ter skin a cat, an" Joe never cut his eye teeth yisterday, let me tell yer. Thet gurl"s not only white--she"s got money, scads ov it, and is a good looker. I saw her, an" she"s some beaut; Joe ain"t pa.s.sin" up nuthin"
like that. I reckon she won"t find no chance ter raise a holler fore he"s got her tied good an" strong."
I stared blankly at the fellow, a thousand questions in my mind, and a dim perception of what he meant permeating my brain.
"Do you mean," I asked, horrified, "that he will compel her to marry him?"
"Sum smart little guesser, ain"t yer? I reckon she"s in a right smart way ter do it, et thet."
"And wus this the cause of the quarrel between Kirby and Kennedy?"
"Wal", I reckon it wus; leastwise Tim wudn"t be mixed up in the affair none. They hed it prutty blame hot, an" I reckon thar"d bin a dead deputy if hedn"t bin fer me. Tim thought I wus a prutty gud frien" an"
c.u.m over yere ter liquor, an" eat. Ther joke ov it is, he never know"d thet Joe hed told me all "bout the fix he wus in, afore we c.u.m ash.o.r.e.
h.e.l.l, it wus all fixed up whut wus ter be done--only we didn"t expect the steamer wus goin" on north. Thar"s sum boys wantin" a drink; see yer agin."
I finished shaving, making no attempt to hurry, busily thinking over this new situation. In the first place why had Rale told me all this?
Quite probably the indiscretion never occurred to him, or a thought that the matter would prove of any personal interest to me. He had been drinking, and was in a reckless mood; he believed me a common river roustabout, with few scruples of conscience, and possibly had even picked me out as an a.s.sistant in the affair. I felt convinced the man had some purpose in his conversation, and that he had not finished all he intended to say, when the entrance of customers compelled his return to the bar. His parting words implied that. Perhaps the revolt of the deputy made it necessary for the conspirators to select another helper to properly carry out their nefarious scheme, and Rale had decided that I might answer. I hoped this might prove the explanation, and determined to seek the earliest opportunity to impress upon that individual the fact that I was desperately in need of money, and decidedly indifferent as to how it was obtained. If I could only have a moment alone with Kennedy, in which to learn exactly what he knew.
But it was plainly useless to hope for this privilege; the fellow slept soundly, his face hidden in his arms, the sleep of complete drunkenness.
The two soldiers, whose entrance had interrupted our talk, remained at the bar drinking, until after I had completed my toilet; and were still there listening to a story Rale was telling, when the slatternly white woman announced that supper was ready to serve. Seemingly I was the only one prepared to eat, and I sat down alone at a small table, constructed out of a box, and attempted to do the best I could with the food provided. I have never eaten a worse meal, or a poorer cooked one; nor ever felt less inclination to force myself to partake.
Finally the soldiers indulged in a last drink, and disappeared through the door into the night without. Tim slept soundly, while the other men remained engrossed in their game of cards. Rale wiped off the bar, glanced about at these, as though to rea.s.sure himself that they were intent on their play; then, removing his ap.r.o.n, he crossed the room, and drew up a chair opposite me.
"All right, Sal," he grunted shortly. "Bring on whut yer got."