"She"s ill, the poor mademoiselle," whispered Paul.
"No, no--we havn"t time for that ere; tell her she mustn"t think of it."
"Mother," whispered Katharine, "take me away! It seems as if my ghost had been here before."
Mrs. Allen drew close to her child and tried to shelter her alike from the cold and a sight of that gaunt old tree.
"What shall we do next?" inquired Tom, feeling the want of some efficient counsellor. "Miss Allen, as you"ve kinder broke into this ere concern without asking, I give up being leader, "specially not knowing what on "arth to do. I"ve sot her free, and that"s glory enough for one little feller, so now I throw up and consign."
Mrs. Allen gathered Katharine closer in her arms, and looking in the boy"s face, strove to comprehend the position in which they were placed.
"Tell me what it was you hoped to do for my daughter," she said, gently.
"I know nothing more than that she was ready to escape, and I followed.
The idea was in my dreams, and we are here. Was there any place you had in view where she could be safe?"
"Yes, marm, there was," answered Tom. "Jube and Paul can tell you all about it. We got it up together, us three. I meant to have brought par"s hoss and wagon, but the old man locked "em up. Besides, we did not mean to go into it till to-morrow night, only the constable let out as he"d take her off in the morning, so we had to come right up to the rack, ready or not; and now we are free and independent. But where to go? that ere is the question."
Mrs. Allen uttered a low groan; the frail form in her arms grew heavier and heavier. The desperate course they had taken presented itself to her mind in all its hopelessness.
"Oh, my G.o.d, must I take her back?" she moaned, lifting her face to heaven.
"Has madame no friends--no house where mademoiselle could hide one little day?" said Paul. "Jube has gold, great deal of gold, that people in this country like very much. People that have much gold can run away--Tom says that--oh, very far. We will take mademoiselle to Monsieur Rice; he very strong, like Jube; n.o.body touch him--never dare."
"Yes, marm," struck in Tom. "The sloop which goes out of New Haven twice a week, sails Sat.u.r.day. Jube"s got lots and lots of c.h.i.n.k. Just send him to Dave Rice; he"s the fellow to tell the constable what"s what--he is."
Mrs. Allen gathered in the whole plot, and her clear judgment saw at once that it was the only means of escape left for her child. The attempt, which had seemed a moment before so rash, took consistency and wisdom in her mind. G.o.d himself seemed to have provided the means of escape for her child.
"Well, now, what do you think it"s best to do?" asked Tom, flattered by her grave attention. "You are the gineral now; I"m only a soger."
"May the G.o.d of heaven bless you, my brave boy," said the mother, with deep feeling.
Tom hastily wiped the cuff of his jacket across his eyes.
"Don"t, Miss Allen; don"t say that ere; "cause, you know, I was kinder diserbaying my parents, and I"m afeared he"ll remember to set one agin t"other, and I might git the worst of it."
Mrs. Allen looked around along the dreary road.
"Is there no one of all our neighbors who would shelter us for one night?" she cried.
"Mother," said Katharine, struggling from her arms and trying to stand up, "_his_ father. I will go to him. It was his wish. I will go to his home. Where else should a wife ask shelter?"
Mrs. Allen drew a heavy breath.
"Come, mother, come."
"Where is it you have an idea of going?" inquired Tom, forgetting that he had resigned all command of the party, and was only a "soger."
"Up yonder," answered Mrs. Allen; "we will ask them to hide us for one night, in the barn, or anywhere."
"Us? you say us?" persisted Tom, shaking his head. "Now I"m only a soger, you know, Mrs. Allen, but if I had the lead yet, I"d jest observe that one is easier hid than two. If them fellers get up, and find the house empty, they"ll search like blazes, and the fust thing after daylight; but if you"re there to get "em a warm breakfast, and Jube"s on hand to pile on the wood, they"d kinder be content, and not ask about anybody else mebby till noon."
"You are right," said the mother. "Let me know that she is safe and I will go home again. My child, can you walk?"
"Yes, mother."
"No, no; she trembles. Let Jube carry her--he is so strong," said Paul.
Jube came forward with his brawny arms extended. Mrs. Allen gave up her child, and she was carried away so swiftly that the boys were compelled to run in order to keep up with the negro, but Mrs. Allen walked close to him, never faltering or pausing to draw breath till the whole group stood in front of Mr. Thrasher"s house.
Jube sat Katharine quietly down upon the snow, where she stood gazing wistfully toward the house, till her mother reminded her that there was no time to spare.
"Leave me," said the poor creature, "leave me here, mother. I would rather go in alone--quite alone--it will be easier."
Mrs. Allen hesitated, but Tom came up with one of his clinching arguments.
"It"s nigh on to morning, Mrs. Allen, and we are only doing her hurt. If she goes in alone they wont have the heart to send her off, but if we all stand here ready to go farther, they"d tell us to keep on just as like as not."
"He is right, mother," said Katharine, faintly. "Give me one kiss--G.o.d will help me--have no fear."
The old woman pressed her cold lips to that still colder face, and went away, looking mournfully behind, from time to time, until a bend of the road took her out of sight.
CHAPTER XL.
TAKEN IN FROM THE COLD.
The old couple were in bed, but not sleeping. Since the return of their son, weary, broken nights and most anxious days had marked the lives of these blameless people. It had been very hard to part with their son when he almost seemed domesticated with them. It had been hard to expect him back, day after day, and always with keen disappointment following the morning"s hope. But more bitter than all was the news that had reached them within the last few days. Nelson had sailed again--sailed on a long voyage into those seas which take the youth out of a man before he returns.
How could they help being wakeful? Were they not worse than childless?
Of the grave they knew something--its length, its depth, and how long it required for the green turf to spring up and draw the uncouth mound back into the loving bosom of nature. But what did they know of those far off waters where ships were lost in immensity, and fishes of monstrous size tempted men away from their homes. A whaling voyage--that was like a life banishment to an old couple who had so many gray hairs on their temples.
They could not sleep, though each kind heart strove to cheat the other--both were wakeful and miserably anxious.
"Father?"
The old man would not speak, but drew a long, heavy breath, which smothered a sigh, while it was intended to deceive the good soul into a belief of his sound slumber.
"Father, I say?"
Still he would not answer, for the poor mother had got a habit of keeping herself awake with midnight conversations in these days, and he was determined to put it down with masterly inactivity.
"Dear old man, I"m glad he can sleep so sound," she murmured, rising softly to her elbow and putting the gray locks back from his forehead, which she kissed with infinite tenderness. "It"s a shame to wake him up."
The old man turned softly, and said with inward contrition, "I am awake, wife."
"Father, I think there"s some one knocking at the window."