Sick with the agony of it, speechless, she still made the effort; and, as he stumbled to his feet and turned to escape, she struggled upright, choking, blood running from the knife p.r.i.c.ks in her neck.
With the remnant of her strength, and still writhing and gasping for breath, she tore herself from the sheets and blankets, reeled across the room to where Stormont"s rifle stood, threw in a cartridge, dragged herself to the window.
Dimly she saw a running figure in the night mist, flung the rifle across the window sill and fired. Then she fired again--or thought she did.
There were two shots.
"Eve!" came Stormont"s sharp cry, "what the devil are you trying to do to me?"
His cry terrified her; the rifle clattered to the floor.
The next instant he came running up the stairs, bare headed, heavy pistol swinging, and halted, horrified at sight of her.
"Eve! My G.o.d!" he whispered, taking her blood-wet body into his arms.
"Go after Leverett," she gasped. "He"s robbed daddy. He"s running away--out there--somewhere----"
"Where did he hurt you, Eve--my little Eve----"
"Oh, go! go!" she wailed,--"I"m not hurt. He only p.r.i.c.ked me with his knife. I"m not hurt, I tell you. Go after him! Take your pistol and follow him and kill him!"
"Oh," she cried hysterically, twisting and sobbing in his arms, "don"t lose time here with me! Don"t stand here while he"s running away with dad"s money!" And, "Oh--oh--_oh_!!" she sobbed, collapsing in his arms and clinging to him convulsively as he carried her to her tumbled bed and laid her there.
He said: "I couldn"t risk following anybody now, after what has happened to you. I can"t leave you alone here! Don"t cry, Eve. I"ll get your man for you, I promise! Don"t cry, dear. It was all my fault for leaving this room even for a minute----"
"No, no, no! It"s my fault. I sent you away. Oh, I wish I hadn"t. I wish I had let you come back when you wanted to.... I was waiting for you....
I left the door unbolted for you. When it opened I thought it was you.
And it was Leverett!--it was Leverett!----"
Stormont"s face grew very white: "What did he do to you, Eve? Tell me, darling. What did he do to you?"
"Dad"s money was under my pillow," she wailed. "Leverett tried to make me tell where it was. I wouldn"t, and he hurt me----"
"How?"
"He p.r.i.c.ked me with his knife. When I screamed for you he tried to choke me with the pillow. Didn"t you hear me scream?"
"Yes. I came on the jump."
"It was too late," she sobbed; "--too late! He saw the money packet under my pillow and he s.n.a.t.c.hed it and ran. Somehow I found your rifle and fired. I fired twice."
Her only bullet had torn his campaign hat from his head. But he did not tell her.
"Let me see your neck," he said, bending closer.
She bared her throat, making a soft, vague complaint like a hurt bird,--lay there whimpering under her breath while he bathed the blood away with lint, sterilised the two cuts from his emergency packet, and bound them.
He was still bending low over her when her blue eyes unclosed on his.
"That is the second time I"ve tried to kill you," she whispered. "I thought it was Leverett.... I"d have died if I had killed you."
There was a silence.
"Lie very still," he said huskily. "I"ll be back in a moment to rebandage your feet and make you comfortable for the night."
"I can"t sleep," she repeated desolately. "Dad trusted his money to me and I"ve let Leverett rob me. How can I sleep?"
"I"ll bring you something to make you sleep."
"I can"t!"
"I promise you you will sleep. Lie still."
He rose, went away downstairs and out to the barn, where his campaign hat lay in the weed, drilled through by a bullet.
There was something else lying there in the weeds,--a flat, muddy, shoeless shape sprawling grotesquely in the foggy starlight.
One hand clutched a hunting knife; the other a packet.
Stormont drew the packet from the stiff fingers, then turned the body over, and, flashing his electric torch, examined the ratty visage--what remained of it--for his pistol bullet had crashed through from ear to cheek-bone, almost obliterating the trap-robber"s features.
Stormont came slowly into Eve"s room and laid the packet on the sheet beside her.
"Now," he said, "there is no reason for you to lie awake any longer.
I"ll fix you up for the night."
Deftly he unbandaged, bathed, dressed, and rebandaged her slim white feet--little wounded feet so lovely, so exquisite that his hand trembled as he touched them.
"They"re doing fine," he said cheerily. "You"ve half a degree of fever and I"m going to give you something to drink before you go to sleep----"
He poured out a gla.s.s of water, dissolved two tablets, supported her shoulders while she drank in a dazed way, looking always at him over the gla.s.s.
"Now," he said, "go to sleep. I"ll be on the job outside your door until your daddy arrives."
"How did you get back dad"s money?" she asked in an odd, emotionless way as though too weary for further surprises.
"I"ll tell you in the morning."
"Did you kill him? I didn"t hear your pistol."
"I"ll tell you all about it in the morning. Good night, Eve."
As he bent over her, she looked up into his eyes and put both arms around his neck.
It was her first kiss given to any man, except Mike Clinch.
After Stormont had gone out and closed the door, she lay very still for a long while.