"She mustn"t take the money from him," reiterated the younger boy, turning his twisting face aside. "If she takes it she will marry him, and she is no wife for that dirty, low-bred scoundrel. You and I know all about the girls he has ruined. Didn"t Jeff Raymond come all the way from Camden County to shoot him like a dog for the way he treated his niece, and then the sheriff stepped in and smoothed it over? Pouf! do you think I want my sweet, beautiful sister to marry a man like that to save my neck? I"ll tell you what I"ll do, Mr. Brown, if she starts to do that for my sake I"ll drown myself. She is an angel. She has had enough trouble from me and Ken. We have treated her worse than a n.i.g.g.e.r slave ever was treated."
"For the Lord"s sake, let up!" thundered Kenneth. "This is no camp-meeting. If sis wants to take the money, let her do it. Now, Brown, I"m willing to trust Albert Frazier to some extent, but he need not know just yet that we are bunking in the barn. Let him keep on thinking we are at the other place. Tell the others about it, though. We"ve had enough to eat to-night, but please have Aunt Zilla get us up a warm breakfast in the morning. It will tickle the old soul and she will spread herself. You see, I"m in a better mood than Martin is. I don"t cross a bridge till I get to it, but he has attended Keith"s funeral a hundred times in a single night, and as for the other"--Kenneth uttered a short, hoa.r.s.e laugh and made a motion as if tying a rope around his neck--"he has been through _that_ quite as often. That boy is full of imagination. Mother used to say he would write poems or paint pictures.
He has "painted towns red" with me often enough, the Lord knows. Some say I am ruining him. I don"t know. I don"t care. If a fellow is weak enough to be twisted by another--well, he deserves to be twisted, that"s all."
"I don"t blame anybody but _myself_," Martin whispered from a full, almost gurgling throat. "I know I never let sister twist me, and I ought to have done so. A man is a low cur that will bring his sister down to this sort of thing, and that"s what I am. But she shall not marry Frazier if I can help it. The trouble is, I can"t help it!" he ended, with a groan. "By my own conduct I have sealed her fate and mine. If our gentle mother were--"
Kenneth abruptly turned his back on his brother. "Come on," he said to Charles, with a frown of displeasure, "let"s go to the barn and put the baby to bed in the hay. Then you may go tell sister, if you will be so kind."
CHAPTER XV
When they had disappeared in the barn, Charles, for precautionary reasons, skirted the stable lot, plunged into the thicket at the side of the house, and entered the yard at the front gate. The parlor was lighted, and he knew that Mary was there, entertaining her visitor. He tried to walk noiselessly, but his tread made a low grinding sound on the gravel, and the broken steps creaked as he ascended them. To his consternation he heard Mary coming. She stood in the front doorway, staring in agitation.
"Oh!" she cried out, in relief, when her glance fell on him. "I thought--thought that you might be a messenger from town. Mrs. Quinby said she would send word if a dangerous change came."
"I must see you about your brothers--" he was beginning, when they heard Frazier"s heavy tread in their direction.
In a flash of comprehension she acted. Stepping close to him, she whispered, softly, "After he goes up to bed--meet me under the apple-trees out there!"
She stepped back to the doorway just as Frazier was emerging from the parlor. "Yes, I thought it was a messenger from town," she said, aloud.
"Good night, Mr. Brown."
"Good night," Charles answered, and he pa.s.sed on to the stairway and went up to his room. He heard the voices of Mary and Frazier on the veranda. They were walking to and fro, for he could hear their steps side by side.
Charles did not undress. He did not light his lamp, but sat waiting.
There was a certain undefinable comfort in the knowledge that he was serving Mary, that she had made the appointment to meet him later. At all events, her uncouth suitor did not have her full confidence. But how slowly the time dragged along, how irritating the thought that the girl was tortured by suspense over his interrupted disclosure!
It was eleven o"clock when he heard Mary saying good night and Frazier went clattering up the stairs. He carried a lighted candle in his hand, and Charles, peering from his darkened coign of vantage through the half-opened door, beheld the sensual visage in a circle of light. How he detested it! Frazier turned into the guest-room at the head of the stairs, the windows of which overlooked the lawn in front of the house.
The door was closed after him. Charles heard the key turned and the bolt rattle into its socket. Frazier was evidently a cautious man even in the house of friends, and it was known that he had enemies who would not hesitate to take advantage of him. He always carried a revolver. He was permitted to do so by the law as an occasional deputy under his brother.
Frazier continued his noise. He made a clatter as he doffed his heavy boots. A rickety old chair creaked under him as he sat in it. Charles heard even his dull tread as he thumped about in his bare feet, removing his outer clothing. A window-sash was thrown up with a jarring bang.
Then the groaning of the mahogany bedstead announced that he had retired for the night.
Charles went to a window and looked out. He could see the apple-trees Mary had indicated, and he was glad that they were not in view of the windows of Frazier"s room. He waited, wondering if the visitor were a quick and sound sleeper. He took off his shoes that he might as noiselessly as possible descend the stairs. He decided that he must go at once; it would be discourteous to let Mary reach the rendezvous first. So, with his shoes in his hand, he started down. In the great, empty hall the creaking of the worn, well-seasoned steps seemed to ring out sharply as exploding gun-caps. After each sound he paused, waited, and listened to see if Frazier had been aroused. All was still, and he moved on. Reaching the outer door, he found that Mary had left it unlocked. He was soon outside and under the trees at the side of the house. He could see the window of Mary"s room. It was dark. She had not retired, of that he was sure; like himself, she must be waiting somewhere in the dark. The moon was higher now, and its pale, star-aided light fell over the fields and mountains and the long, winding road to the village.
Presently he saw Mary coming. She wore slippers and was very swift of foot. As lightly as a wind-blown wisp of smoke she flitted across the gra.s.s toward him.
"Are you here, Mr. Brown?" she asked, her voice trilling like the suppressed warbling of a bird.
"Yes, Miss Rowland," he answered, softly, and he advanced toward her.
"Thank G.o.d!" she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, fervently. "I was afraid you would not be able to get down past Albert"s room. What is it you have to say? Oh, I"m crazy--crazy to hear!"
He told her, watching her face closely. She started, narrowed her eyes in perplexity, and then, unconsciously, put both of her hands on his arm and held it as she might have that of a long-tried and trusted friend.
"Oh, what do you think? What do you think?" she all but moaned. "Will it be safe?"
She had lifted her sweet face close to his. Her touch on his arm was a thing never to be forgotten. It seemed to rivet his very soul to hers.
He weighed his decision deliberately. "I cannot really see that they are in much more danger," he finally got out. "It is a fact, as Kenneth says, that, with us to keep watch on the road, we could warn them of any approach that had a suspicious look. After all, perhaps the very last place the officers would think of searching would be one so close at home. At any rate, the boys want to be near you--Martin especially."
"My poor baby!" Mary suddenly broke down and began to weep.
"Don"t, don"t! Please don"t!" Charles put his arm around her; he drew her to him. He wiped her eyes with his own handkerchief; his toil-hardened fingers touched the velvety skin of her cheeks. She did not resent his action.
"He is just a baby!" she sobbed; "he is as gentle and timid at times as a little girl. I must see him to-night."
"To-night!" Charles exclaimed, in surprise.
"Yes," and she drew herself from his embrace as if unconscious of having yielded to it, though her tear-wet face was still raised to his, the tremulous, grief-twisted lips never before so maddeningly exquisite.
"Yes, I must see him to-night. I"ll go alone. I can whistle and they will know who it is. Kensy may be asleep--he no doubt is--but Martin will be awake, poor boy!"
"May I not go with you to--" he began, hesitatingly.
"No, I"d better go alone. You see, if I happened to be discovered I could make some excuse, but it would be different if we were seen together. Don"t wait for me. Please go back to your room. You are tired.
We are making you do both night and day work, but, oh, I am so grateful!
Good night."
"Good night," he echoed, as she flitted away from him like a vanishing sprite produced by the moon and starlight.
At the steps he took off his shoes again. No experienced house-breaker could have turned the bolt of the great door more softly than he did, and yet an accident happened. The large bra.s.s key, which was loose in the worn keyhole, fell to the floor just as he was opening the door. In the empty hall it sounded to him as loud as a clap of thunder. He stood still, holding the door ajar for a moment, and then softly closed it.
Cautiously he crept up the steps, and was half-way to the floor above when a harsh command from Frazier"s door rang out, followed by the sharp click of the hammer of a revolver.
"Halt!" cried Frazier. "Stand where you are, and hold up your hands. If you value your life, don"t move."
Charles stood still, but did not raise his hands. "I"m going up to my room," he said, calmly. He now saw Frazier in his white underclothing, leaning over the bal.u.s.trade, the revolver aimed at him.
"To your room, with your shoes in your hand?" was the incredulous retort. The revolver was lowered reluctantly and Frazier swore in his throat. "Is that the way you come and go in the house of decent people?"
he went on, insultingly.
Beside himself with rage, Charles silently pursued his way up the stairs. Frazier seemed surprised at receiving no answer, and, with the weapon swinging at his side, he muttered something under his breath and retreated to his room door.
"I"ll look into this," he called out. "I"m sure Mr. Rowland doesn"t know this sort of a thing is going on under his roof."
In a flash of far-reaching insight Charles saw the disastrous consequences of a nocturnal row with the bully. Mary was then outside the house, and if Frazier were to catch her returning no sort of explanation except the truth would satisfy him. What was to be done? In an instant Charles took the only available course, crushing his pride to accomplish it.
"I am sorry I disturbed you, Mr. Frazier," he said to the white figure in the doorway. "I took off my shoes to make as little noise as possible. I am sorry, too, that I have forgotten something and must go back after it. I"ll try not to disturb you when I return."
With a low growl, Frazier vanished in his room. Charles heard him drop the revolver on a table and the creaking of the bed as he sank on it.
Down the stairs Charles went. Slipping on his shoes outside, he crept around the house toward the barn, over-joyed by the discovery that Mary was not yet in sight. At the barn-yard fence he paused. He could hear low voices from the dark loft; now it was Mary speaking, now Martin, now Kenneth. Charles crept to the main door and softly whistled. Immediately there was silence within the building. Then a whistle sounded. It was Mary"s, he was sure, and he heard her descending the narrow steps from the loft.
Frightened she must have been, for when she reached him she was all aquiver and her voice hung dead in her throat.
"Don"t worry," he said, promptly, to allay her fears. "All is safe, but I had to warn you."
Kenneth and Martin were now at her side, and he explained the situation to them all. "I was afraid you might come in at the front door and be seen by him," Charles said. "You see, he may not go to sleep easily, and--"