III.
IT was Crump, and fifty yards behind him was Isom, slipping through the brush after him--Isom"s evil spirit--old Gabe, Raines, "conviction,"
blood-penalty, forgotten, all lost in the pa.s.sion of a chase which has no parallel when the game is man.
Straight up the ravine Crump went along a path which led to Steve Marc.u.m"s cabin. There was a clump of rhododendron at the head of the ravine, and near Steve"s cabin. About this hour Marc.u.m would be chopping wood for supper, or sitting out in his porch in easy range from the thicket. Crump"s plan was plain: he was about his revenge early, and Isom was exultant.
"Oh, no, Eli, you won"t git Steve this time. Oh, naw!"
The bushes were soon so thick that he could no longer follow Crump by sight, and every few yards he had to stop to listen, and then steal on like a mountain-cat towards the leaves rustling ahead of him. Half-way up the ravine Crump turned to the right and stopped. Puzzled, Isom pushed so close that the spy, standing irresolute on the edge of the path, whirled around. The boy sank to his face, and in a moment footsteps started and grew faint; Crump had darted across the path, and was running through the undergrowth up the spur. Isom rose and hurried after him; and when, panting hard, he reached the top, the spy"s skulking figure was sliding from Steve"s house and towards the Breathitt road; and with a hot, puzzled face, the boy went down after it.
On a little k.n.o.b just over a sudden turn in the road Crump stopped, and looking sharply about him, laid his gun down. Just in front of him were two rocks, waist-high, with a crevice between them. Drawing a long knife from his pocket, he climbed upon them, and began to cut carefully away the spreading top of a bush that grew on the other side. Isom crawled down towards him like a lizard, from tree to tree. A moment later the spy was filling up the crevice with stones, and Isom knew what he was about; he was making a "blind" to waylay Steve, who, the boy knew, was going to Breathitt by that road the next Sunday. How did Crump know that--how did he know everything? The crevice filled, Crump cut branches and stuck them between the rocks. Then he pushed his rifle through the twigs, and taking aim several times, withdrew it. When he turned away at last and started down to the road, he looked back once more, and Isom saw him grinning. Almost chuckling in answer, the lad slipped around the k.n.o.b to the road the other way, and Crump threw up his gun with a gasp of fright when a figure rose out of the dusk before him.
"Hol" on, Eli!" said Isom, easily. "Don"t git skeered! Hit"s n.o.body but me. Whar ye been?"
Crump laughed, so quick was he disarmed of suspicion. "Jes up the river a piece to see Aunt Sally Day. She"s a fust cousin o" mine by marriage."
Jsom"s right hand was slipping back as if to rest on his hip. "D"you say you"d been "convicted," Eli?"
Crump"s answer was chantlike. "Yes, Lawd reckon I have."
"Goin" to stop all o" yer lyin", air ye," Isom went on, in the same tone, and Crump twitched as though struck suddenly from behind, "an"
stealin" "n" lay-wayin"?"
"Look a-hyeh, boy--" he began, roughly, and mumbling a threat, started on.
"Uh, Eli!" Even then the easy voice fooled him again, and he turned.
Isom had a big revolver on a line with his breast. "Drap yer gun!" he said, tremulously.
Crump tried to laugh, but his guilty face turned gray. "Take keer, boy,"
he gasped; "yer gun"s c.o.c.ked. Take keer, I tell ye!"
"Drap it, d.a.m.n ye!" Isom called in sudden fury, ""n" git clean away from it!" Crump backed, and Isom came forward and stood with one foot on the fallen Winchester.
"I seed ye, Eli. Been makin" a blind fer Steve, hev ye? Goin" to shoot him in the back, too, air ye? You"re ketched at last, Eli. You"ve done a heap o" devilment. You"re gittin" wuss all the time. You oughter be dead, "n" now--"
Crump found voice in a cry of terror and a whine for mercy. The boy looked at him, unable to speak his contempt.
"Git down thar!" he said, finally; and Crump, knowing what was wanted, stretched himself in the road. Isom sat down on a stone, the big pistol across one knee.
"Roll over!" Crump rolled at full length.
"Git up!" Isom laughed wickedly. "Ye don"t look purty, Eli." He lifted the pistol and nipped a cake of dirt from the road between Crump"s feet.
With another cry of fear, the spy began a vigorous dance.
"Hol" on, Eli; I don"t want ye to dance. Ye belong to the chu"ch now, "n" I wouldn"t have ye go agin yer religion fer nothin". Stan" still!"
Another bullet and another cut between Crump"s feet. ""Pears like ye don"t think I kin shoot straight. Eli," he went on, reloading the empty chambers, "some folks think I"m a idgit, "n" I know "em. Do you think I"m a idgit, Eli?"
"Actin" mighty nateral now." Isom was raising the pistol again. "Oh, Lawdy! Don"t shoot, boy--don"t shoot!
"Git down on yer knees! Now I want ye to beg fer mercy thet ye never showed--thet ye wouldn"t "a" showed Steve... Purty good," he said, encouragingly.
"Mebbe ye kin pray a leetle, seem" ez ye air a chu"ch member. Pray fer yer enemies, Eli; Uncl" Gabe says ye must love yer enemies. I know how ye loves me, "n" I want yer to pray fer me. The Lawd mus" sot a powerful store by a good citizen like you. Ax him to fergive me fer killin" ye."
"Have mercy, O Lawd," prayed Crump, to command--and the prayer was subtle--"on the murderer of this Thy servant. A life fer a life, Thou hev said, O Lawd. Fer killin" me he will foller me, "n" ef Ye hev not mussy he is boun" fer the lowes" pit o" h.e.l.l, O Lawd--"
It was Isom"s time to wince now, and Crump"s pious groan was cut short.
"Shet up!" cried the boy, sharply, and he sat a moment silent. "You"ve been a-spyin" on us sence I was borned, Eli," he said, reflectively.
"I believe ye lay-wayed dad. Y"u spied on Rome. Y"u told the soldiers whar he was a-hidin" Y"u tried to shoot him from the bresh. Y"u found out Steve was goin" to Breathitt on Sunday, "n" you"ve jes made a blind to shoot him in the back. I reckon thar"s no meanness ye hain"t done.
Dad"s al"ays said ye sot a snare fer a woman once--a woman! Y"u loaded a musket with slugs, "n" tied a string to the trigger, "n" stretched hit "cross the path, "n" y"u got up on a cliff "n" whistled to make her slow up jes when she struck the string. I reckon thet"s yer wust--but I don"t know."
Several times Crump raised his hands in protest while his arraignment was going on; several times he tried to speak, but his lips refused utterance. The boy"s voice was getting thicker and thicker, and he was nervously working the c.o.c.k of the big pistol up and down.
"Git up," he said; and Crump rose with a spring. The lad"s tone meant release.
"You hain"t wuth the risk. I hain"t goin" ter kill ye. I jus" wanted ter banter ye "n" make ye beg. You"re a good beggar, Eli, "n" a powerful prayer. You"ll be a shinin" light in the chu"ch, ef ye gits a chance ter shine long. Fer lemme tell ye, n.o.body ever ketched ye afore. But you"re ketched now, an" I"m goin" to tell Steve. He"ll be a-watchin" fer ye, "n" so "ll I. I tell ye in time, ef ye ever come over hyeh agin as long as you live, you"ll never git back alive. Turn roun"! Hev ye got any b.a.l.l.s?" he asked, feeling in Crump"s pockets for cartridges. "No; well"--he picked up the Winchester and pumped the magazine empty--"I"ll keep these," he said, handing Crump the empty rifle. "Now git away--an"
git away quick!"
Crump"s slouching footsteps went out of hearing, and Isom sat where he was. His elbows dropped to his knees. His face dropped slowly into his hands, and the nettles of remorse began to sting. He took the back of one tremulous hand presently to wipe the perspiration from his forehead, and he found it burning. A sharp pain shot through his eyes. He knew what that meant, and feeling dizzy, he rose and started a little blindly towards home.
Old Gabe was waiting for him. He did not answer the old man"s querulous inquiry, but stumbled towards a bed. An hour later, when the miller was rubbing his forehead, he opened his eyes, shut them, and began to talk.
"I reckon I hain"t much better "n Eli, Und" Gabe," he said, plaintively.
"I"ve been abusin" him down thar in the woods. I come might" nigh killin" him onct." The old man stroked on, scarcely heeding the boy"s words, so much nonsense would he talk when ill.
"I"ve been lyin" to ye, Uncl" Gabe, "n" a-deceivin" of ye right along.
Steve"s a-goin" atter ole Brayton--I"m goin" too--Steve didn"t kill Ja.s.s--hit wusn"t Steve--hit wusn"t Rome--hit was--" The last word stopped behind his shaking lips; he rose suddenly in bed, looked wildly into the miller"s startled face, and dropping with a sob to the bed, went sobbing to sleep.
Old Gabe went back to his pipe, and while he smoked, his figure shrank slowly in his chair. He went to bed finally, but sleep would not come, and he rose again and built up the fire and sat by it, waiting for day.
His own doctrine, sternly taught for many a year, had come home to him; and the miller"s face when he opened his door was gray as the breaking light.
IV.
THERE was little peace for old Gabe that day at the mill. And when he went home at night he found cause for the thousand premonitions that had haunted him. The lad was gone.
A faint light in the east was heralding the moon when Isom reached Steve Marc.u.m"s gate. There were several horses. .h.i.tched to the fence, several dim forms seated in the porch, and the lad halloed for Steve, whose shadow shot instantly from the door and came towards him.
"Glad ter see ye, Isom," he called, jubilantly. "I was jus" about to sen"
fer ye. How"d ye happen to come up?"
Isom answered in a low voice with the news of Crump"s "blind," and Steve laughed and swore in the same breath.
"Come hyeh!" he said, leading the way back; and at the porch he had Isom tell the story again.