"If it would not inconvenience Miss Barrington, it would help me to understand a good deal I can find no meaning for now," he said.
The elder lady"s face grew sterner, and very quietly but remorselessly she set forth his offence, until no one who heard the tale could have doubted the origin of the fire.
"I should have been better pleased had you, if only when you saw we knew everything, appeared willing to confess your fault and make amends," she said.
Ferris laughed as ironically as he dared under the eyes which had lost their gentleness. "You will pardon me for telling you that I have no intention of admitting it now. That you should be so readily prejudiced against me is not gratifying, but, you see, n.o.body could take any steps without positive proof of the story, and my word is at least as credible as that of the interloper who told it you."
Maud Barrington raised her head suddenly, and looked at him with a curious light in her eyes, but the elder lady made a little gesture of deprecation.
"Mr. Courthorne has told us nothing," she said. "Still, three gentlemen whose worth is known at Silverdale are willing to certify every point of it. If we lay the affair before Colonel Barrington, you will have an opportunity of standing face to face with them."
The lad"s a.s.surance, which, so far and no further, did duty for courage, deserted him. He was evidently not prepared to be made the subject of another court-martial, and the hand he laid on the table in front of him trembled a little.
"Madam," he said hoa.r.s.ely, "if I admit everything what will you do?"
"Nothing," said Maud Barrington coldly. "On conditions that within a month you leave Silverdale."
Ferris stared at her. "You can"t mean that. You see, I"m fond of farming, and n.o.body would give me what the place cost me. I couldn"t live among the outside settler fellows."
The girl smiled coldly. "I mean exactly what you heard, and, if you do not enlighten them, the settlers would probably not object to you.
Your farm will be taken over at what you gave for it."
Ferris stood up. "I am going to make a last appeal. Silverdale"s the only place fit for a gentleman to live in in Canada, and I want to stay here. You don"t know what it would cost me to go away, and I"d do anything for reparation--send a big cheque to a Winnipeg hospital and starve myself to make up for it if that would content you. Only, don"t send me away."
His tone grew almost abject as he proceeded, and while Miss Barrington"s eyes softened, her niece"s heart grew harder because of it, as she remembered that he had brought a strong man down.
"No," she said dryly. "That would punish your mother and sisters from whom you would cajole the money. You can decide between leaving Silverdale and having the story, and the proof of it, put into the hands of Colonel Barrington."
She sat near an open window regarding him with quiet scorn, and the light that shone upon her struck a sparkle from her hair and set the rounded cheek and neck gleaming like ivory. The severity of her pose became her, and the lad"s callow desire that had driven him to his ruin stirred him to impotent rage in his desperation. There were grey patches in his cheeks, and his voice was strained and hoa.r.s.e.
"You have no mercy on me because I struck at him," he said. "The one thing I shall always be sorry for is that I failed, and I would go away with pleasure if the horse had trampled the life out of him.
Well, there was a time when you could have made what you wished of me, and now, at least, I shall not see the blackleg you have showered your favours on drag you down to the mire he came from."
Maud Barrington"s face had grown very colourless, but she said nothing, and her aunt rose and raised the hammer of a gong.
"Ferris," she said, "do you wish to be led out by the hired men?"
The lad laughed, and the hideous merriment set the white-haired lady"s nerves on edge. "Oh, I am going now; but, for once, let us be honest.
It was for her I did it, and if it had been any other man I had injured, she would have forgiven me."
Then with an ironical farewell he swung out of the room, and the two women exchanged glances when the door closed noisily behind him. Miss Barrington was flushed with anger, but her niece"s face was paler than usual.
"Are there men like him?" she said.
Miss Barrington shook off her anger and, rising, laid a gentle hand on her niece"s shoulder. "Very few, I hope," she said. "Still, it would be better if we sent word to Dane. You would not care for that tale to spread?"
For a moment the girl"s cheek flamed, then she rose quietly and crossed the room.
"No," she said; and her aunt stood still, apparently lost in contemplation, after the door swung softly to. Then she sat down at the writing table. There was very little in the note, but an hour after Dane received it that night, a wagon drew up outside Ferris"s farm. Two men went quietly in and found the owner of the homestead sitting with a sheaf of papers scattered about the table in front of him.
"Come back to-morrow. I can"t be worried now," he said. "Well, why the devil don"t you go?"
Dane laid a hand on his shoulder. "We are waiting for you. You are coming with us!"
Ferris turned and stared at them. "Where to?"
"To the railroad," said Dane dryly. "After that you can go just where it pleases you. Now, there"s no use whatever making a fuss, and every care will be taken of your property until you can arrange to dispose of it. Hadn"t you better get ready?"
The grim quietness of the voice was sufficient, and Ferris, who saw that force would be used if it was necessary, decided that it was scarcely likely his hired men would support him.
"I might have expected it!" he said. "Of course, it was imprudent to speak the truth to our leader"s niece. You know what I have done."
"I know what you did the night Courthorne nearly lost his life," said Dane. "One would have fancied that would have contented you."
"Well," said Ferris, "if you like to hear of a more serious offence, I"ll oblige you."
Dane"s finger closed on his arm. "If you attempt to tell me, I"ll break your head for you."
Next moment Ferris was lifted from his chair, and in less than ten minutes Dane thrust him into the wagon, where another man, who pa.s.sed a hand through his arm, sat beside him. It was a very long drive to the railroad, but few words were exchanged during it, and when they reached the settlement one of Ferris"s companions mounted guard outside the hotel he found accommodation in, until the Montreal express crawled up above the rim of the prairie. Then both went with him to the station, and as the long cars rolled in Dane turned quietly to the lad.
"Now, I am quite aware that we are incurring some responsibility, so you need not waste your breath," he said. "There are, however, lawyers in Winnipeg, if you fancy it is advisable to make use of them, and you know where I and Macdonald are, if you want us. In the meanwhile, your farm will be run better than ever it was in your hands, until you dispose of it. That is all I have to tell you, except that if any undesirable version of the affair gets about, Courthorne or I will a.s.suredly find you."
Then there was a scream of the whistle, and the train rolled away with Ferris standing white with fury on the platform of a car.
In the meanwhile, Maud Barrington spent a sleepless night. Ferris"s taunt had reached its mark, and she realized with confusion that it was the truth he spoke. The fact that brought the blood to her cheeks would no longer be hidden, and she knew it was a longing to punish the lad who had struck down the man she loved that had led to her insistence on the former leaving Silverdale. It was a difficult admission, but she made it that night. The outcast who had stepped out of the obscurity and into her peaceful life, had shown himself a man that any woman might be proud to mate with; and, though he had said very little, and now and then his words were bitter, she knew that he loved her. Whatever he had done--and she felt against all the teachings of her reason that it had not been evil--he had shown himself the equal of the best at Silverdale, and she laughed as she wondered which of the men there she could set in the balance against him. Then she shivered a little, remembering that there was a barrier whose extent he alone realized between them, and wondered vaguely what the future would bring.
It was a week or two before Witham was on his feet again, and Maud Barrington was one of the first to greet him when he walked feebly into the hall. She had, however, decided on the line of conduct that would be most fitting, and there was no hint of more than neighbourly kindliness in her tone. They had spoken about various trifles when Witham turned to her.
"You and Miss Barrington have taken such good care of me that, if I consulted my inclinations I would linger in convalescence a long while," he said. "Still, I must make an effort to get away to-morrow."
"We cannot take the responsibility of letting you go under a week yet," said Maud Barrington. "Have you anything especially important to do?"
"Yes," said Witham--and the girl understood the grimness of his face--"I have."
"It concerns the fire?"
Witham looked at her curiously. "I would sooner you did not ask me that question, Miss Barrington."
"I scarcely fancy it is necessary," said the girl, with a little smile. "Still I have something to tell you, and a favour to ask.
Ferris has left Silverdale, and you must never make any attempt to discover what caused the fire."
"You know?"
"Yes," said Maud Barrington. "Dane, Macdonald, and Ha.s.sal know, too; but you will not ask them, and if you did they would not tell you."
"I can refuse you nothing," said Witham with a laugh, though his voice betrayed him. "Still, I want a _quid pro quo_. Wait until Ferris"s farm is in the sale list, and then take it with the growing crop."
"I could not. There are reasons," said the girl.