I said, "Yes, it might be," and all together we began to march again. A sharp walk carried us from the hill path through the tangle of bushes into the woods wherefrom danger first had come to us. The night had set in by this time and a clear moon was showing in the sky. Rare and beautiful, I must say, that moonlight was, shimmering through the hazy blue vapour and coming down almost as a carpet of violet between the broad green leaves. No scene that I have witnessed upon the stage of a theatre was more pleasing to my eyes than that silent forest with its lawns of gra.s.s and its patches of wonderful, fantastic light, and its strange silence, and the loneliness of which it seemed to speak. So awesome was it that I do not wonder we went a considerable way in silence. We were afraid, perhaps, to tell each other what we thought.
When Peter Bligh cried out at last, we started at the sound of his voice as though a stranger hailed us.
"Yonder," cried he, in a voice grown deep and husky; "yonder, captain, what do you make of that? Is it living men or dead, or do my eyes deceive me?"
I stopped short at his words and the others halted with me. We were in a deep glen by this time; and all the surrounding woodland was shut from our sight. Great trees spread their branches like a canopy above us; the gra.s.s was soft and downy to the feet; the bewitching violet light gave unnatural yet wonderful colours to the flowery bushes about us. No fairy glen could have showed a heart more wonderful; and yet, I say, we four stood on the borders of it, with white faces and blinking eyes, and thoughts which none would change even with his own brother.
Why did he do it, you ask? Ah, I"ll tell you why.
There were three men sleeping in the glen, and the face of one was plainly to be seen. He lay upon his back, his hands clenched, his limbs stiff, his eyes wide open as though some fearsome apparition had come to him and was not to be pa.s.sed by. Of the others, one had dropped face downward and lay huddled up at the tree"s foot; but the third was in a natural att.i.tude and I do believe that he was dead. For a long time we stood there watching them--for he whose eyes were to be seen uttered every now and then a dismal cry in his sleep, and the second began to talk like a man in a delirium. Spanish he spoke, and that is a tongue I do not understand. But the words told of agony if ever words did, and I turned away from the scene at last as a man who couldn"t bear to hear them.
"They"re sleeping," said I, "and little good to wake them, if Miss Ruth speaks true. Come on, lads--the sh.o.r.e"s our road and short"s the time to get there."
Peter Bligh reeled dizzily in his walk and began to talk incoherently--a thing I had never heard him do before in all his life.
"They"re sleeping, aye, and what"s the waking to be? Is it the madhouse or the ground? She spoke of the madhouse, and who"ll deny, with reason?
There was air for a man in the heights and no parlour plants. I walked forty miles to Cardiff Fair and didn"t dance like this. Take bread when you"ve no meat, and, by thunder, I"ll fill your gla.s.ses."
Well, he gabbled on so, and not one of us gave him a hearing. I had my arm linked in Dolly Venn"s, for he was weak and hysterical, and I feared he"d go under. Seth Barker, a strong man always, crashed through the underwood like an elephant stampeding. The woods, I said, could show us no more awesome sight than we had happed upon in the hollow; but there I was wrong, for we hadn"t tracked a quarter of a mile when we stumbled suddenly upon the gardens of the bungalow, and there, lying all together, were five young girls I judged to be natives, for they had the shape of Pacific Islanders, and, seen in that strange light, were as handsome and taking as European women. Asleep they were, you couldn"t doubt it; but, unlike the white men, they lay so still that they might have been dead, while nothing but their smiling faces told of life and breathing. They, at least, did not appear to suffer, and that was something for our consolation.
"Look yonder, Dolly lad, and "tell me what you see," said I, though, truth to tell, every word spoken was like a knife through my chest; "three young women sleeping as though they were in their own beds.
Isn"t that a sight to keep a man up? If they can go through with it, why not we--great men that have the sea"s good health in them? Bear up, my boy, well find a haven presently."
I didn"t believe it, that goes without saying, nor, for that matter, did he. But wild horses wouldn"t have dragged the truth from him. He was always a rare plucky one, was little Dolly Venn, and he behaved as such that night.
"Better leave me? sir," he said; "I"m dead weight in the boat. Do you go to the beach, and perhaps the ship will come back. You"ve been very kind to me, Mister Begg, so kind, and now it"s "good-bye," just "good-bye" and a long good-night."
"Aye," said I, "and a sharp appet.i.te for breakfast in the morning. Did you ever hear that I was a bit of a strong man, Dolly? Well, you see, I can pick you up as though you were a feather, and now that I have got you into my arms I"m going to carry you--why, where do you think?--into Ruth b.e.l.l.e.n.den"s house, of course."
He said nothing, but lay in my arms like a child. Peter Bligh had fallen headlong by the gate of the bungalow, and Seth Barker was about raving. I had trouble to make him understand my words; but he took them at last and did as I told him.
"Open that door--with the bludgeon if you can"t do it otherwise. But open it, man, open it!"
He drew himself up erect and dealt a blow upon the door which might have brought down a factory chimney. I ran into the house with Dolly Venn in my arms, and as I ran I called to Barker, for G.o.d"s sake, to help Mister Bligh. There would be no one in the house, I said, and nothing to be got by whispers. We ran a race with death, and for the moment had turned the corner before him.
"Get Mister Bligh to the house and bar up the door after you. The fog will fill it in five minutes, and what then? Do you hear me, Seth Barker--do you hear me?"
I asked the question plainly enough; but it was not Seth Barker who replied to it. You shall judge of my feelings when a bright light flashed suddenly in my face and a pleasant voice, coming out of nowhere, said, quite civilly:
"The door, by all means, if you have any; regard for your lives or mine!"
CHAPTER XII
THE DANCING MADNESS
It was a great surprise to me that here should have been one of Edmond Czerny"s men left in the bungalow; and when I heard his voice I stood for a full minute, uncertain whether to go on or to draw back. The light of the lamp was very bright; I had Dolly Venn in my arms, remember, and it was all Seth Barker"s work to bring in Mister Bligh, so that no one will wonder at my hesitation, or the questions I put to myself as to how many men were in the house with the stranger, or what business kept him there when the island was a death-trap. These questions, however, the man answered for himself before many minutes had pa.s.sed; and, moreover, a seaman"s instinct seemed to tell me that he was a friend.
"Walk right in here," he cried, opening a door behind him and showing me a room I had not entered when I visited Mme. Czerny. "Walk right in and don"t gather daisies on the way. You"ve been on a pleasure cruise in the fog, I suppose--well, that"s a sailor all the time--just all the time."
He opened the door, I say, upon this, and when we had followed him into the room he shut it as quickly. It was not a very large apartment, but I noticed at once that the windows were blocked and curtained, and that half the s.p.a.ce was lumbered up with great machines which seemed made up of gla.s.s bowls and jars; while a flame of gas was roaring out of an iron tube, and a current of delicious fresh air blowing upon our faces.
Whatever we were in for, whether friendship or the other thing, a man could breathe here, and that was something to be thankful for.
"We were caught in the woods and ran for it," said I, thinking in time to make my explanations; "it may have been a fool"s errand, but it has brought us to a wise man"s door. You know what the lad"s trouble is, or you wouldn"t be in this house, sir. I"ll thank you for any kindness to him."
He turned a pleasant face towards me and bade me lay Dolly on the sofa near the flaming burner. Peter Bligh was sitting on a chair, swearing, I fear, as much as he was coughing. Seth Barker, who had the lungs of a bull, looked as though he had found good gra.s.s. The fog wasn"t made, I do believe, which would harm him. As for the doctor himself, he seemed like a perplexed man who has time for one smile and no more.
"The lad will be all right in five minutes," said he, seriously; "there is air enough here, we being five men, for," he appeared to pause, and then he added, "for just three days. After that--why, yes, we"ll begin to think after that."
I did not know what to say to him, nor, I am sure, did the others.
Dolly Venn had already opened his eyes and lay back, white and bloodless, on the sofa. A hissing sound of escaping gas was in the room. I breathed so freely that a sense of excitement, almost of intoxication, came upon me. The doctor moved about quietly and methodically, now looking to his burners, now at the machines. Five minutes came and went before he put another question.
"What kept you from the shelter?" he asked, at last. I knew then that he believed us to be Edmond Czerny"s men; and I made up my mind instantly what to do.
"Prudence kept us, doctor," said I (for doctor plainly he was); "prudence, the same sense that turns a fly from a spider"s web. It is fair that you should know the story. We haven"t come to Ken"s Island because we are Edmond Czerny"s friends; nor will he call us that. Ask Mme. Czerny the next time you meet her, and she"ll tell you what brought us here. You are acting well towards us and confidence is your due, so I say that the day when Edmond Czerny finds us on this sh.o.r.e will be a bad one for him or a bad one for us, as the case may be. Let it begin with that, and afterwards we shall sail in open water."
I said all this just naturally, not wishing him to think that I feared Edmond Czerny nor was willing to hoist false colours. Enemy or friend, I meant to be honest with him. It was some surprise to me, I must say, when he went on quietly with his work, moving from place to place, now at the gas-burner, now at his machine, just for all the world as though this visitation had not disturbed him. When he spoke it was to ask a question about Miss Ruth.
"Mme. Czerny," said he, quietly; "there is a Mme. Czerny, then?"
Now, if he had struck me with his hand I could not have been more surprised at his ignorance. Just think of it--here was a man left behind on Ken"s Island when all the riffraff there had fled to some shelter on the sea; a man working quietly, I was sure, to discover what he could of the gases which poisoned us; a man in Mistress Ruth"s own house who did not even know her name. Nothing more wonderful had I heard that night. And the way he put the question, raising his eyebrows a little, and looking up over his long, white ap.r.o.n!
"Not heard of Mme. Czerny!" cried I, in astonishment, "not heard of her--why, what sh.o.r.e do you hail from, then? Don"t you know that she"s his wife, doctor--his wife?"
He turned to his bottles and went on arranging them. He was speaking and acting now at the same time.
"I came ash.o.r.e with Prince Czerny when he landed here three days ago.
He did not speak of his wife. There are others in America who would be interested in the news--young ladies, I think."
He paused for a little while, and then he said quietly:
"You would be friends of the Princess"s, no doubt?"
"Princess be jiggered," said I; "that is to say, G.o.d forgive me, for I love Miss Ruth better than my own sister. He"s no more a prince than you are, though that"s a liberty, seeing that I don"t know your name, doctor. He"s just Edmond Czerny, a Hungarian musician, who caught a young girl"s fancy in the South, and is making her suffer for it here in the Pacific. Why, just think of it. A young American girl----"
He stopped me abruptly, swinging round on his heel and showing the first spark of animation he had as yet been guilty of.
"An American girl?" cried he.
"As true as the Gospels, an American girl. She was the daughter of Rupert b.e.l.l.e.n.den, who made his money on the Western American Railroad.
If you remember the Elbe going down, you won"t ask what became of him.
His son, Kenrick b.e.l.l.e.n.den, is in America now. I"d give my fortune, doctor, to let him know how it fares with his sister on this cursed sh.o.r.e. That"s why my own ship sails for "Frisco this day--at least, I hope and believe so, for otherwise she"s at the bottom of the sea."
I told the story with some heat, for amazement is the enemy of a slow tongue; but my excitement was not shared by him, and for some minutes afterwards he stood like a man in a reverie.
"You came in your own ship!" he exclaimed next. "Why, yes, you would not have walked. Did Mme. Czerny ask you here?"
"It was a promise to her," said I. "She left the money with her lawyers for me to bring a ship to Ken"s Island twelve months after her marriage. That promise I kept, doctor, and here I am and here are my shipmates, and G.o.d knows what is to be the end of it and the end of us!"