Winter dusk was engulfing the fields and through it belated crows were scurrying silently for protecting woods. For a little while Jason rode with his hands folded man-wise on the pommel of his saddle and with manlike emotions in his heart, for, while the mountains still beckoned, this land had somehow grown more friendly and there was a curious something after all that he would leave behind. What it was he hardly knew; but a pair of blue eyes, misty with mysterious tears, had sown memories in his confused brain that he would not soon lose. He did not forget the contempt that had blazed from those eyes, but he wondered now at the reason for that contempt. Was there something that ruled this land-- something better than the code that ruled his hills? He had remembered every word the geologist had ever said, for he loved the man, but it had remained for a strange girl--a girl--to revive them, to give them actual life and plant within him a sudden resolve to learn for himself what it all meant, and to practise it, if he found it good. A cold wind sprang up now and cutting through his thin clothes drove him in a lope toward his mother"s home.
Apparently Mavis was watching for him through the window of the cottage, for she ran out on the porch to meet him, but something in the boy"s manner checked her, and she neither spoke nor asked a question while the boy took off his saddle and tossed it on the steps. Nor did Jason give her but one glance, for the eagerness of her face and the trust and tenderness in her eyes were an unconscious reproach and made him feel guilty and faithless, so that he changed his mind about turning the old mare out in the yard and led her to the stable, merely to get away from the little girl.
Mavis was in the kitchen when he entered the house, and while they all were eating supper, the lad could feel his little cousin"s eyes on him all the time--watching and wondering and troubled and hurt. And when the four were seated about the fire, he did not look at her when he announced that he was going back home, but he saw her body start and shrink. His step-father yawned and said nothing, and his mother looked on into the fire.
"When you goin", Jasie?" she asked at last.
"Daylight," he answered shortly.
There was a long silence.
"Whut you goin" to do down thar?"
The lad lifted his head fiercely and looked from the woman to the man and back again.
"I"m a-goin" to git that land back," he snapped; and as there was no question, no comment, he settled back brooding in his chair.
"Hit wasn"t right--hit COULDN"T "a" been right," he muttered, and then as though he were answering his mother"s unspoken question:
"I don"t know HOW I"m goin" to git it back, but if it wasn"t right, thar must be some way, an" I"m a-goin" to find out if hit takes me all my life."
His mother was still silent, though she had lifted a comer of her ap.r.o.n to her eyes, and the lad rose and without a word of good- night climbed the stairs to go to bed. Then the mother spoke to her husband angrily.
"You oughtn"t to let the boy put all the blame on me, Steve--you made me sell that land."
Steve"s answer was another yawn, and he rose to get ready for bed, and Mavis, too, turned indignant eyes on him, for she had heard enough from the two to know that her step-mother spoke the truth.
Her father opened the door and she heard the creak of his heavy footsteps across the freezing porch. Her step-mother went into the kitchen and Mavis climbed the stairs softly and opened Jason"s door.
"Jasie!" she called.
"Whut you want?"
"Jasie, take me back home with ye, won"t you?"
A rough denial was on his lips, but her voice broke into a little sob and the boy lay for a moment without answering.
"Whut on earth would you do down thar, Mavis?"
And then he remembered how he had told her that he would come for her some day, and he remembered the Hawn boast that a Hawn"s word was as good as his bond and he added kindly: "Wait till mornin", Mavis. I"ll take ye if ye want to go."
The door closed instantly and she was gone. When the lad came down before day next morning Mavis had finished tying a few things in a bundle and was pushing it out of sight under a bed, and Jason knew what that meant.
"You hain"t told "em?"
Mavis shook her head.
"Mebbe yo" pap won"t let ye."
"He ain"t hyeh," said the little girl.
"Whar is he?"
"I don"t know."
"Mavis," said the boy seriously, "I"m a boy an" hit don"t make no difference whar I go, but you"re a gal an" hit looks like you ought to stay with yo" daddy."
The girl shook her head stubbornly, but he paid no attention.
"I tell ye, I"m a-goin" back to that new-fangled school when I git to grandpap"s, an" whut"ll you do?"
"I"ll go with ye."
"I"ve thought o" that," said the boy patiently, "but they mought not have room fer neither one of us--an" I can take keer o" myself anywhar."
"Yes," said the little girl proudly, "an" I"ll trust ye to take keer o" me--anywhar."
The boy looked at her long and hard, but there was no feminine cunning in her eyes--nothing but simple trust--and his silence was a despairing a.s.sent. From the kitchen his mother called them to breakfast.
"Whar"s Steve?" asked the boy.
The mother gave the same answer as had Mavis, but she looked anxious and worried.
"Mavis is a-goin" back to the mountains with me," said the boy, and the girl looked up in defiant expectation, but the mother did not even look around from the stove.
"Mebbe yo" pap won"t let ye," she said quietly.
"How"s he goin" to help hisself," asked the girl, "when he ain"t hyeh?"
"He"ll blame me fer it, but I ain"t a-blamin" you."
The words surprised and puzzled both and touched both with sympathy and a little shame. The mother looked at her son, opened her lips again, but closed them with a glance at Mavis that made her go out and leave them alone.
"Jasie," she said then, "I reckon when Babe was a-playin" "possum in the bushes that day, he could "a" shot ye when you run down the hill."
She took his silence for a.s.sent and went on:
"That shows he don"t hold no grudge agin you fer shootin" at him."
Still Jason was silent, and a line of stern justice straightened the woman"s lips.
"I hain"t got no right to say a word, just because Babe air my own brother. Mebbe Babe knows who the man was, but I don"t believe Babe done it. Hit hain"t enough that he was jes" SEED a-comin"
outen the bushes, an" afore you go a-layin" fer Babe, all I axe ye is to make PLUMB DEAD Sh.o.r.e."
It was a strange new note to come from his mother"s voice, and it kept the boy still silent from helplessness and shame. She had spoken calmly, but now there was a little break in her voice.
"I want ye to go back, an" I"d go blind fer the rest o" my days if that land was yours an" was a-waitin" down thar fer ye."
From the next room came the sound of Mavis"s restless feet, and the boy rose.