"Yes; I know."
"If they begin ... that ... insult them, taunt them, sneer at them, laugh at them!--yes, laugh at them! Do anything to enrage them, so they"ll--they"ll finish quickly.... Do you understand?"
"Yes," I muttered; and my voice sounded miles away.
He lay brooding for a while; when I opened my eyes he broke out fretfully: "How was I to dream that McCraw could be so near!--that he dared raid us within a mile of the house! Oh, I could die of shame, Ormond! die of shame!... But I won"t die that way; oh no," he added, with a frightful smile that left his face distorted and white.
He raised himself on one elbow.
"Ormond," he said, staring at vacancy, "what trivial matters a man thinks of in the shadow of death. I can"t consider it; I can"t be reconciled to it; I can"t even pray. One absurd idea possesses me--that Singleton will have the Legion now; and he"s a slack drill-master--he is, indeed!... I"ve a million things to think of--an idle life to consider, a misspent career to repent, but the time is too short, Ormond.... Perhaps all that will come at the instant of--of--"
"Death," I said, wearily.
"Yes, yes; that"s it, death. I"m no coward; I"m calm enough--but I"m stunned. I can"t think for the suddenness of it!... And you just home; and Ruyven there, snuggled close to you as a house-cat--and then that sound of galloping, like a fly-stung herd of cattle in a pasture!"
"I think Ruyven is safe," I said, closing my eyes.
"Yes, he"s safe. n.o.body chased him; they"ll know at the manor by this time; they knew long ago.... My men will be out.... Where are we, Ormond?"
"I don"t know," I murmured, drowsily. The months of fatigue, the unbroken strain, the feverish weeks spent in endless trails, the constant craving for movement to occupy my thoughts, the sleepless nights which were the more unendurable because physical exhaustion could not give me peace or rest, now told on me. I drowsed in the very presence of death; and the stupor settled heavily, bringing, for the first time since I left Varick Manor, rest and immunity from despair or even desire.
I cared for nothing: hope of her was dead; hope of life might die and I was acquiescent, contented, glad of the end. I had endured too much.
My sleep--or unconsciousness--could not have lasted long; the sun was not yet level with my eyes when I roused to find Sir George tugging at my sleeve and a man in a soiled and tarnished scarlet uniform standing over me.
But that brief respite from the strain had revived me; a bucket of cold water stood near the fire, and I thrust my burning face into it, drinking my fill, while the renegade in scarlet bawled at me and fumed and cursed, demanding my attention to what he was saying.
"You d.a.m.ned impudent rebel!" he yelled; "am I to stand around here awaiting your pleasure while you swill your skin full?"
I wiped my lips with my torn hands, and got to my feet painfully, a trifle dizzy for a moment, but perfectly able to stand and to comprehend.
"I"m asking you," he snarled, "why we can"t send a flag to your people without their firing on it?"
"I don"t know what you mean," I said.
"I do," said Sir George, blandly.
"Oh, you do, eh?" growled the renegade, turning on him with a scowl.
"Then tell me why our flag of truce is not respected, if you can."
"n.o.body respects a flag from outlaws," said Sir George, coolly.
The fellow"s face hardened and his eyes blazed. He started to speak, then shut his mouth with a snap, turned on his heel, and strode across the treeless glade to where his noisy riders were saddling up, tightening girths, buckling straps, and examining the unshod feet of their horses or smoothing out the burrs from mane and tail. The red sun glittered on their spurs, rifles, and the flat buckles of their cross-belts. Their uniform was scarlet and green, but some wore beaded shirts of scarlet holland, belted in with Mohawk wampum, and some were partly clothed like Cayuga Indians and painted with Seneca war-symbols--a grewsome sight.
There were savages moving about the fire--or I took them for savages, until one half-naked lout, lounging near, taunted me with a Scotch burr in his throat, and I saw, in his horribly painted face, a pair of flashing eyes fixed on me. And the eyes were blue.
There was something in that ghastly masquerade so horrible, so unspeakably revolting, that a shiver of pure fear touched me in every nerve. Except for the voice and the eyes, he looked the counterpart of the Senecas moving about near us; his skin, bare to the waist, was stained a reddish copper hue; his black hair was shaved except for the knot; war-paint smeared visage and chest, and two crimson quills rose from behind his left ear, tied to the scalp-lock.
"Let him alone; don"t answer him; he"s worse than the Indians,"
whispered Sir George.
Among the savages I saw two others with light eyes, and a third I never should have suspected had not Sir George pointed out his feet, which were planted on the ground like the feet of a white man when he walked, and not parallel or toed-in.
But now the loud-voiced riders were climbing into their saddles; the officer in scarlet, who had cursed and questioned us, came towards us leading a horse.
"You treacherous whelps!" he said, fiercely; "if a flag can"t go to you safely, we must send one of you with it. By Heaven! you"re both fit for roasting, and it sickens me to send you! But one of you goes and the other stays. Now fight it out--and be quick!"
An amazed silence followed; then Sir George asked why one of us was to be liberated and the other kept prisoner.
"Because your sneaking rebel friends fire on the white flag, I tell you!" cried the fellow, furiously; "and we"ve got to get a message to them. You are Captain Sir George Covert, are you not? Very good. Your rebel friends have taken Captain Walter Butler and mean to hang him. Now you tell your people that we"ve got Colonel Ormond and we"ll exchange you both, a colonel and a captain, for Walter Butler. Do you understand?
That"s what we value you at; a rebel colonel and a rebel captain for a single loyal captain."
Sir George turned to me. "There is not the faintest chance of an exchange," he said, in French.
"Stop that!" threatened the man in scarlet, laying his hand on his hanger. "Speak English or Delaware, do you hear?"
"Sir George," I said, "you will go, of course. I shall remain and take the chance of exchange."
"Pardon," he said, coolly; "I remain here and pay the piper for the tune I danced to. You will relieve me of my obligations by going," he added, stiffly.
"No," I said; "I tell you I don"t care. Can"t you understand that a man may not care?"
"I understand," he replied, staring at me; "and I am that man, Ormond.
Come, get into your saddle. Good-bye. It is all right; it is perfectly just, and--it doesn"t matter."
A shrill voice broke out across the cleared circle. "Billy Bones! Billy Bones! Hae ye no flints f"r the lads that ride? Losh, mon, we"ll no be ganging north the day, an" ye bide droolin" there wi" the blitherin"
Jacobites!"
"The flints are in McBarron"s wagon! Wait, wait, Francy McCraw!" And he hurried away, bawling for the teamster McBarron.
"Sir George," I said, "take the chance, in Heaven"s name, for I shall not go. Don"t dispute; don"t stand there! Man, man, don"t delay, I tell you, or they"ll change their plan!"
"I won"t go," he said, sharply. "Ormond, am I a contemptible poltroon that I should leave you here to endure the consequences of my own negligence? Do you think I could accept life at that price?"
"I tell you to go!" I said, harshly. A horrid hope, a terrible and unworthy temptation, had seized me like a thing from h.e.l.l. I trembled; sweat broke out on me, and I set my teeth, striving to think as the woman I had lost would have had me think. "Quick!" I muttered, "don"t wait, don"t delay; don"t talk to me, I tell you! Go! Go! Get out of my sight--"
And all the time, pounding in my brain, the pulse beat out a shameful thought; and mad temptations swarmed, whispering close to my ringing ears that his death was my only chance, my only possible salvation--and hers!
"Go!" I stammered, pushing him towards the horse; "get into your saddle!
Quick, I tell you--I--I can"t endure this! I am not made to endure everything, I tell you! Can"t you have a little mercy on me and leave me?"
"I refuse," he said, sullenly.
"You refuse!" I stammered, beside myself with the torture I could no longer bear. "Then stand aside! I"ll go--I"ll go if it costs me--No! No!
I can"t; I can"t, I tell you; it costs too much!... d.a.m.n you, you may have the woman I love, but you shall leave me her respect!"
"Ormond! Ormond!" he cried, in sorrowful amazement; but I was clean out of my head now, and I closed with him, dragging him towards the horse.
He shook himself free, glaring at me.