"No. I don"t care to please you."
Her fingers were stroking his cheek.
"John?"
"Yes."
"Father taught me to shoot, and as we get better acquainted on our honeymoon trip I"ll tell you about some of my hunting adventures. I don"t like to shoot wild things, because I love them too well. But I can shoot.
And I want a gun!"
"Great Scott!"
"Not a toy--but a real gun," she continued. "A gun like yours. And then, if by any chance we should have trouble--with Culver Rann----"
She felt him start, and her hands pressed harder against his face.
"Now I know," she whispered. "I guessed it all along. You told me that Culver Rann and the others were after the gold. They"ve gone--and their going isn"t quite "skipping the country" as you meant me to understand it, John Aldous! So please let"s not argue any more. If we do we may quarrel, and that would be terrible. I"m going. And I will be ready in the morning.
And I want a gun. And I want you to be nice to me, and I want it to be our honeymoon--even if it is going to be exciting!"
And with that she put her lips to his, and his last argument was gone.
Two hours later, when he went to the coulee, he was like one who had come out of a strange and disturbing and altogether glorious dream. He had told Joanne and the Blacktons that it was necessary for him to be with MacDonald that night. Joanne"s good-night kiss was still warm on his lips, the loving touch of her hands still trembled on his face, and the sweet perfume of her hair was in his nostrils. He was drunk with the immeasurable happiness that had come to him, every fibre in him was aquiver with it--and yet, possessed of his great joy, he was conscious of a fear; a fear that was new and growing, and which made him glad when he came at last to the little fire in the coulee.
He did not tell MacDonald the cause of this fear at first. He told the story of Mortimer FitzHugh and Joanne, leaving no part of it unbared, until he could see Donald MacDonald"s great gaunt hands clenching in the firelight, and his cavernous eyes flaming darkly through the gloom. Then he told what had happened when the Blacktons went to town, and when he had finished, and rose despairingly beside the fire, Donald rose, too, and his voice boomed in a sort of ecstasy.
"My Jane would ha" done likewise," he cried in triumph. "She would that, Johnny--she would!"
"But this is different!" groaned Aldous. "What am I going to do, Mac? What can I do? Don"t you see how impossible it is! Mac, Mac--she isn"t my wife--not entirely, not absolutely, not in the last and vital sense of being a wife by law! If she knew the truth, she wouldn"t consider herself my wife; she would leave me. For that reason I can"t take her. I can"t.
Think what it would mean!"
Old Donald had come close to his side, and at the look in the gray old mountaineer"s face John Aldous paused. Slowly Donald laid his hands on his shoulders.
"Johnny," he said gently, "Johnny, be you sure of yourself? Be you a man, Johnny?"
"Good heaven, Donald. You mean----"
Their eyes met steadily.
"If you are, Johnny," went on MacDonald in a low voice, "I"d take her with me. An" if you ain"t, I"d leave these mount"ins to-night an" never look in her sweet face again as long as I lived."
"You"d take her along?" demanded Aldous eagerly.
"I would. I"ve been thinkin" it over to-night. An" something seemed to tell me we mustn"t dare leave her here alone. There"s just two things to do, Johnny. You"ve got to stay with her an" let me go on alone or--you"ve got to take her."
Slowly Aldous shook his head. He looked at his watch. It was a little after ten.
"If I could make myself believe that she would not be safe here--I would take her," he said. "But I can"t quite make up my mind to that, Mac. She will be in good hands with the Blacktons. I will warn Paul. Joanne is determined to go, and I know she will think it pretty indecent to be told emphatically that she can"t go. But I"ve got to do it. I can"t see----"
A break in the stillness of the night stopped him with the suddenness of a bullet in his brain. It was a scream--a woman"s scream, and there followed it shriek after shriek, until the black forest trembled with the fear and agony of the cries, and John Aldous stood as if suddenly stripped of the power to move or act. Donald MacDonald roused him to life. With a roar in his beard, he sprang forth into the darkness. And Aldous followed, a hot sweat of fear in his blood where a moment before had been only a chill of wonder and horror. For in Donald"s savage beastlike cry he had caught Joanne"s name, and an answering cry broke from his own lips as he followed the great gaunt form that was tearing with the madness of a wounded bear ahead of him through the night.
CHAPTER XXII
Not until they had rushed up out of the coulee and had reached the pathlike trail did the screaming cease. For barely an instant MacDonald paused, and then ran on with a speed that taxed Aldous to keep up. When they came to the little open amphitheatre in the forest MacDonald halted again. Their hearts were thumping like hammers, and the old mountaineer"s voice came husky and choking when he spoke.
"It wasn"t far--from here!" he panted.
Scarcely had he uttered the words when he sped on again. Three minutes later they came to where the trail crossed the edge of a small rock-cluttered meadow, and with a sudden spurt Aldous darted ahead of MacDonald into this opening, where he saw two figures in the moonlight.
Half a dozen feet from them he stopped with a cry of horror. They were Paul and Peggy Blackton! Peggy was dishevelled and sobbing, and was frantically clutching at her husband. It was Paul Blackton who dragged the cry from his lips. The contractor was swaying. He was hatless; his face was covered with blood, and his eyes were only half open, as if he were fighting to pull himself back into consciousness after a terrible blow. Peggy"s hair was down, her dress was torn at the throat, and she was panting so that for a moment she could not speak.
"They"ve got--Joanne!" she cried then. "They went--there!"
She pointed, and Aldous ran where she pointed--into the timber on the far side of the little meadow. MacDonald caught his arm as they ran.
"You go straight in," he commanded. "I"ll swing--to right--toward river----"
For two minutes after that Aldous tore straight ahead. Then for barely a moment he stopped. He had not paused to question Peggy Blackton. His own fears told him who Joanne"s abductors were. They were men working under instructions from Quade. And they could not be far away, for scarcely ten minutes had pa.s.sed since the first scream. He listened, and held his breath so that the terrific beating of his heart would not drown the sound of crackling brush. All at once the blood in him was frozen by a fierce yell.
It was MacDonald, a couple of hundred yards to his right, and after that yell came the bellowing shout of his name.
"Johnny! Johnny! Oh, Johnny!"
He dashed in MacDonald"s direction, and a few moments later heard the crashing of bodies in the undergrowth. Fifty seconds more and he was in the arena. MacDonald was fighting three men in a s.p.a.ce over which the spruce-tops grew thinly. The moon shone upon them as they swayed in a struggling ma.s.s, and as Aldous sprang to the combat one of the three reeled backward and fell as if struck by a battering-ram. In that same moment MacDonald went down, and Aldous struck a terrific blow with the b.u.t.t of his heavy Savage. He missed, and the momentum of his blow carried him over MacDonald. He tripped and fell. By the time he had regained his, feet the two men had disappeared into the thick shadows of the spruce forest. Aldous whirled toward the third man, whom he had seen fall. He, too, had disappeared. A little lamely old Donald brought himself to his feet. He was smiling.
"Now, what do "ee think, Johnny?"
"Where is she? Where is Joanne?" demanded Aldous.
"Twenty feet behind you, Johnny, gagged an" trussed up nice as a whistle!
If they hadn"t stopped to do that work you wouldn"t ha" seen her ag"in, Johnny--s"elp me, G.o.d, you wouldn"t! They was hikin" for the river. Once they had reached the Frazer, and a boat----"
He broke off to lead Aldous to a clump of dwarf spruce. Behind this, white and still in the moonlight, but with eyes wide open and filled with horror, lay Joanne. Hands and feet were bound, and a big handkerchief was tied over her mouth. Twenty seconds later Aldous held her shivering and sobbing and laughing hysterically by turns in his arms, while MacDonald"s voice brought Paul and Peggy Blackton to them. Blackton had recovered from the blow that had dazed him. Over Joanne"s head he stared at Aldous. And MacDonald was staring at Blackton. His eyes were burning a little darkly.
"It"s all come out right," he said, "but it ain"t a special nice time o"
night to be taking a" evening walk in this locality with a couple o"
ladies!"
Blackton was still staring at Aldous, with Peggy clutching his arm as if afraid of losing him.
It was Peggy who answered MacDonald.
"And it was a nice time of night for you to send a message asking us to bring Joanne down the trail!" she cried, her voice trembling.
"We----" began Aldous, when he saw a sudden warning movement on MacDonald"s part, and stopped. "Let us take the ladies home," he said.
With Joanne clinging to him, he led the way. Behind them all MacDonald growled loudly: