CHAPTER XXIII
A NEW JOB
He remained silent, staring moodily at the fire, until after the woman had spread out the dishes on the table before him. Then his eyes fell upon the fare.
"Nice looking mess that," he growled, surveying the repast with undisguised disgust. "No wonder we don"t do no business with thet kind ov a cook. I reckon I"d a done better to hav" toted a n.i.g.g.e.r back with me. No, yer needn"t stay--go an" make up them beds in the other room.
I"ll watch things yere."
He munched away almost savagely, his eyes occasionally lifting to observe me from beneath their s.h.a.ggy brows, his muscular jaws fairly crunching the food. I judged the fellow had come over intending to resume our interrupted conversation, but hardly knew what he had best venture. I decided to give him a lead.
"I ain"t got no money, myself," I began to explain, apologetically, "but Tim thar sed he"d pay my bill."
"Sure, that"s all right; I ain"t a worryin" none. Maybe I might put yer in an easy way o" gittin" hold o" a little coin--thet is if ye ain"t too blame perticular."
"Me!" I laughed. "Well, I reckon I don"t aim fer ter be thet. I"ve bin ten years knockin" "bout between New Orleans an" Saint Louee, steamboatin" mostly. Thet sort o" thing don"t make no saint out"r eny kin"d man, I reckon. What sort"r job is it?"
He eyed me cautiously, as though not altogether devoid of suspicion.
"Yer don"t somehow look just the same sort o" chap, with them ther"
whiskers shaved off," he acknowledged soberly. "Yer a h.e.l.l sight better lookin" then I thought yer wus, an" a d.a.m.n sight younger. Whar wus it yer c.u.m frum?"
"Frum Saint Louee, on the boat, if thet"s what yer drivin" at."
"Tain"t what I"m drivin" at. Whar else did yer c.u.m frum afore then?
Yer ain"t got no b.u.m"s face."
"Oh, I see; well, I can"t help that, kin I? I wus raised down in Mississip", an" run away when I wus fourteen. I"ve been a driftin"
"long ever since. I reckon my face ain"t goin" ter hurt none so long as the pay is right."
"No, I reckon maybe it won"t. I"ve seed sum baby faces in my time thet sure hed the devil behind "em. Whut"s yer name?"
"Moffett--Dan Moffett."
He fell silent, and I was unpleasantly aware of his continued scrutiny, my heart beating fiercely, as I endeavored to force down more of the food as an excuse to remain at the table. What would he decide? I dared not glance up, and for the moment every hope seemed to die within me; shaving had evidently been a most serious mistake. Finally he spoke once more, but gruffly enough, leaning forward, and lowering his voice to a hoa.r.s.e whisper.
"Wal" now see yere, Moffett, I"m goin" fer ter be d.a.m.n plain with yer.
I"m a plain man myself, an" don"t never beat about no bush. I reckon yer whut yer say ye are, fer thar ain"t no reason, fer as I kin see, why we should lie "bout it. Yer flat broke, an" need coin, an" I"m takin" at yer own word--thet ye don"t care overly much how ye git it.
Thet true?"
"Just "bout--so it ain"t no hangin" job."
"h.e.l.l, thar ain"t really no manner o" risk at all. Yer don"t even hav"
ter break the law fer as I know. It"s just got fer ter be done on the dead quiet, an" no question asked. Now look yere," and he glared at me fiercely, a table knife gripped in one hand. "I"m sum wildcat whin I onct git riled, an" if yer play any dirt I"ll sure take it out"r yer hide if I"m ten years a findin" yer. Yer don"t want"r try playin" no tricks on Jack Rale."
"Who"s a playin" any tricks?" I protested, indignantly. "Whatever I says I"ll do, an" thar won"t be no talkin" "bout it nether. So whut"s the job? This yere Kirby matter?"
He nodded sullenly, a bit regretful that he had gone so far I imagined, and with another cautious glance about the room.
"I"ll tell yer all ye need ter know," he began. ""Tain"t such a long story. This yere Joe Kirby he"s a frien" o" mine; I"ve know"d him a long time, an" he"s in a h.e.l.l of a fix. He told me "bout it comin" up on the boat, an", betwixt us, we sort"r fixed up a way ter stack ther cards. Here"s how it all happened: Thar wus an ol" planter livin" down in Missoury at a place called Beaucaire"s Landin". His name wus Beaucaire, an" he hed a son named Bert, a d.a.m.n good-fer-nuthing cuss, I reckon. Wal" this Bert runned away a long while ago, an" never c.u.m back; but he left a baby behind him--a gurl baby--which a quadroon slave give birth too. The quadroon"s name wus Delia, an" the kid wus called Rene. Git them names in yer head. Ol" Beaucaire he knew the gurl wus his son"s baby, so he brought her up "long with his own daughter, who wus named Eloise. They wus both "bout ther same age, an"
n.o.body seemed ter know thet Rene wus a n.i.g.g.e.r. Fer sum reason ol"
Beaucaire never set her free, ner the quadroon nether. Wal" Kirby he heard tell o" all this sumwhar down the river. Yer see he an" Bert Beaucaire run tergether fer a while, till Bert got killed in a row in New Orleans. I reckon he tol" him part o" the story, an" the rest he picked up in Saint Louee. Enyhow it looked like a d.a.m.n good thing ter Kirby, who ain"t pa.s.sin" up many bets. Ol" Beaucaire wus rich, an"
considerable ov a sport; people who hed seed the gurls sed they wus both ov "em beauties an" Eloise--the white one--hed an independent fortune left her through her mother. So Kirby, he an" a feller named Carver--a tin-horn--planned it out betwixt "em ter copper ol"
Beaucaire"s coin, an" pick up them gurls along with it."
"But how cud they do thet?"
"Luck mostly, I reckon, an" Kirby"s brains. The plan wus ter git Beaucaire inter a poker game, ease him "long a bit, an" then break him, land, n.i.g.g.e.rs, an" all. They didn"t figure this wud be hard, fer he wus a dead game gambler, an" played fer big stakes. It wus luck though what giv" "em their chance. Beaucaire hed sum minin" claims up on the Fevre, an" hed ter go up thar. It"s a long, lonesom" trip, I reckon, an" so the other two they went "long. They got the ol" chap goin" an comin", an" finally coddled him "long till he put up his big bet on a sure hand. When he found out whut hed happened the of gent got so excited he flung a fit, an" died."
"Leavin" Kirby ownin" all the property?"
"Every picayune, n.i.g.g.e.rs an" all. It wus sum sweep, an" he hed signed bills o" sale. Wa"n"t n.o.body cud git it away frum him. Wal", Joe he didn"t want fer ter make no fuss, ner scare the gurl none, so he went down ter" Saint Louee an" made proof o" ownership afore a jedge he know"d. Then, with the papers all straight, he, an" the sheriff, with Tim yere, the deputy, run up the river at night ter serve "em quietly on the daughter--the white one, Eloise. Kirby he didn"t aim ter be seen at all, but just went "long so thar wudn"t be no mistake. Yer see, them papers hed ter be served afore they cud take away the n.i.g.g.e.rs. Kirby wus goin" ter sell them down river, an" not bother "bout the land fer awhile, till after he"d hed a chance ter shine up ter this yere gurl Eloise. He"d never seen her--but, enyhow, he got thet notion in his hed."
"She wus the daughter; the white one?"
"Sure; he hed the other by law. Wal", when they all got thar, n.o.body wus home, "cept one o" the gurls, who claimed fer ter be Rene--the one whut wus a n.i.g.g.e.r, thet Kirby owned. n.o.body know"d which wus which, an" so they hed ter take her word for it. They cudn"t do nuthin" legal till they found the other one, an" they wus sittin" round waitin" fer her ter turn up, when the n.i.g.g.e.r gurl they wus watchin" got away."
"How"d she do thet?"
"Don"t n.o.boddy seem ter know. d.a.m.n funny story. Way they tell it, sumbody must"r knocked Kirby down an" run oft with her. Whoever did it, stole the boat in which Kirby an" the sheriff c.u.m up the river, an"
just naturally skipped out--the sheriff"s n.i.g.g.e.r an" all. It wus a slick job."
"Of course, they chased them?"
"Best they cud, not knowin" which way they"d gone. They reckoned the whol" bunch must"r got away tergether, so the sheriff he started fer Saint Louee, an" the others got onto a troop boat what happened ter c.u.m "long, and started north. Long "bout the mouth ov the Illinoy they caught up with a n.i.g.g.e.r-stealer named Shrunk. They hed a fight in an"
about his cabin, an" sum killin". Two ov the womin got away, but Kirby an" Tim got hold o" this gurl what hed claimed ter be Rene, an" a mulatto cook who wus a workin" fer Shrunk. I reckon maybe yer know the rest."
"I know they wus run down by the _Adventurer_, an" hauled aboard. But how did Kirby learn his prisoner wus white? Did she tell him?"
"I should say not. It wus the mulatto cook who told him, although, I reckon, he hed his doubts afore thet I knew she wusn"t no n.i.g.g.e.r the furst minute I got eyes on her--they can"t fool me none on n.i.g.g.e.rs; I wus raised "mong "em. But so fur"s the gurl"s concerned, she don"t know yet thet Kirby"s found out." He emitted a weak laugh. "It sorter skeered Joe ter be caught way up yere in this kintry, kidnapin" a white gurl. He didn"t know whut the h.e.l.l ter do, till I give him a p"inter."
"You were the one who suggested marriage?"
"Wal", I sed she cudn"t do nuthin" "gainst him onct he wus married to her. I thought o" thet right away. Yer see this wus how it happened: Kirby sed he"d like fer ter marry her, an" I sez, "why not then?
Thar"s an ol" b.u.m ov a preacher yere at Yellow Banks, a sorter hanger-on ter one o" them militia companies, what"ll do eny d.a.m.n thing I tell him too. I got the goods on him, an" he knows it."
""But she wouldn"t marry me," he says, "yer don"t know thet gurl."
""Don"t I," I asked sarcastic. "Wal", thar ain"t no gurl ever I see yet thet won"t marry a man if the right means are used. How kin she help herself? Yer leave it ter me.""
"And he consented?"
"He wus d.a.m.n glad to, after I told him how it cud be done. But Tim he wudn"t go in with us, an" thet"s why we got ter hav" anuther man. Come on over ter the bar an" hav" a drink, Moffett; them other fellers are goin" ter eat now."
The diversion gave me opportunity for a moment"s thought. The plan was a diabolical one, cold-blooded and desperate, yet I saw no certain way of serving her, except by accepting Rale"s offer. I had no satisfactory proof to present against these villains, and, even if I had, by the time I succeeded in locating headquarters and establishing my own ident.i.ty, the foul trick might be executed without my aid, and the injured girl spirited away beyond reach. I did not even know where she was concealed, or how I could lay hands on Kirby. The genial Rale pushed out a black bottle and we drank together.
"Wal"," he said, picking up the conversation where it had ended, quite satisfied with his diplomacy, and wiping his lips on his sleeve. "What ye say, Moffett? Thar"s a hundred dollars in this job."
"Whar is the gurl?"