"Be ye "feared "nough to give me your promise, Ca.s.s?"
"Take your hand off me, Frale."
"We"ll go back. I "low they mount es well take me first as last. I hain"t no heart lef" in me. I don"t care fer that thar doctah man he"pin" me, nohow," he choked.
"Leave me go, and I"ll give you promise for promise, Frale. I can"t make out is it sin or not; but if G.o.d can forgive and love--when you turn and seek Him--the Bible do say so, Frale, but--but seem like you don"t repent your deed whilst you look at me like that way." She paused, trembling. "If you could be sorry like you ought to be, Frale, and turn your heart--I could die for that."
He still held her, but lifted one shaking hand above his head.
"Before G.o.d, I promise--"
"What, Frale? Say what you promise."
He still held his hand high. "All you ask of me, Ca.s.s. Tell me word by word, an" I"ll promise fair."
"You will repent, Frale?"
"Yas."
"You will not drink?"
"I will not drink."
"You will heed when your own heart tells you the right way?"
"I will heed when my heart tells me the way: hit will be the way to you, Ca.s.s."
"Oh, don"t say it that way, Frale. Now say, "So help me G.o.d," and don"t think of me whilst you say it."
"Put your hand on mine, Ca.s.s. Lift hit up an" say with me that word."
She placed her palm on his uplifted palm. "So help me, G.o.d," they said together. Then, with streaming tears, she put her arms about his neck and gently drew his face down to her own.
"I"ll go back now, Frale, and you do all I"ve said. Go quick. I"ll write Bishop Towahs, and he"ll watch out for you, and find you work. Let Doctah Thryng help you. He sure is a good man. Oh, if you only could write!"
"I"ll larn."
"You"ll have a heap more to learn than you guess. I"ve been there, and I know. Don"t give up, Frale, and--and stay--"
"I hain"t going to give up with your promise here, Ca.s.s; kiss me."
She did so, and he slowly released her, looking back as he walked away.
"Oh, hurry, Frale! Don"t look back. It"s a bad omen." She turned, and without one backward glance descended the mountain.
CHAPTER VI
IN WHICH DAVID AIDS FRALE TO MAKE HIS ESCAPE
Elated by his talk with Ca.s.sandra, Frale walked eagerly forward, but as he neared Thryng"s cabin he moved more slowly. Why should he let that doctor help him? He could reach Farington some way--travelling by night and hiding in the daytime. But David was watching for him and strolled down to meet him.
"Good morning. Your sister says there is no time to lose. Come in here, and we"ll see if we can find a way out of this trouble."
Having learned not to expect any response to remarks not absolutely demanding one, and not wishing the silence to dominate, David talked on, as he led Frale into the cabin and carefully closed the door behind them.
Thryng"s intuition was subtle and his nature intense and strong. He had been used to dealing with men, and knew that when he wished to, he usually gained his point. Feeling the antagonism in Frale"s heart toward himself, he determined to overcome it. Be it pride, jealousy, or what not, it must give way.
He had learned only that morning that circ.u.mlocution or pretence of any sort would only drive the youth further into his fortress of silence, and close his nature, a sealed well of turbid feeling, against him; therefore he chose a manner pleasantly frank, taking much for granted, and giving the boy no chance to refuse his help, by a.s.suming it to have been already accepted.
"We are about the same size, I think? Yes. Here are some things I laid out for you. You must look as much like me as possible, and as unlike yourself, you know. Sit here and we"ll see what can be done for your head."
"You"re right fair, an" I"m dark."
"Oh, that makes very little difference. It"s the general appearance we must get at. Suppose I try to trim your hair a little so that lock on your forehead won"t give you away."
"I reckon I can do it. Hit"s makin" you a heap o" trouble."
David was pleased to note the boy"s mood softening, and helped him on.
"I"m no hand as a barber, but I"ll try it a little; it"s easier for me to get at than for you." He quickly and deftly cut away the falling curl, and even shaved the corners of the forehead a bit, and clipped the eyebrows to give them a different angle. "All this will grow again, you know. You only want it to last until the storm blows over."
The youth surveyed himself in the mirror and smiled, but grimly. "I do look a heap different."
"That"s right; we want you to look like quite another man. And now for your chin. You can use a razor; here is warm water and soap. This suit of clothes is such as we tramp about in at home, different from anything you see up here, you know. I"ll take my pipe and book and sit there on the rock and keep an eye out, lest any one climb up here to look around, and you can have the cabin all to yourself. You see what to do; make yourself look as if you came from my part of the world." Thryng glanced at his watch. "Work fast, but take time enough to do it well. Say half an hour,--will that do?"
"Yas, I reckon."
Then David left him, and the moments pa.s.sed until an hour had slipped away, but still the youth did not appear, and he was on the point of calling out to him, when he saw the twisted form of little Hoyle scrambling up through the underbrush.
"They"re comin"," he panted, with wild and frightened eyes fixed on David"s face. "I see "em up the road, an" I heered "em say they was goin" to hunt "round the house good, an" then s"arch the cabin ovah Hanging Rock." The poor child burst into tears. "Do you "low they"ll shoot Frale, suh?"
"They"d not reached the house when you saw them?"
"They"ll be thar by now, suh," sobbed the boy.
"Then run and hide yourself. Crawl under the rock--into the smallest hole you can. They mustn"t see that you have been here, and don"t be frightened, little man. We"ll look after Frale."
The child disappeared like a squirrel in a hole, and Thryng went to the cabin door and knocked imperatively. It was opened instantly, and Frale stood transformed, his old, soiled garments lying in a heap at his side as if he had crept out of his chrysalis. A full half hour he had been lingering, abashed at himself and dreading to appear. The slight growth of adolescence was gone from lip and chin, and Thryng was amazed and satisfied.
"Good," he cried. "You"ve done well."
The youth smiled shamefacedly, yet held his head high. With the heavy golf stockings, knee breeches, and belted jacket, even to himself he seemed another man, and an older man he looked by five years.
"Now keep your nerve, and square your shoulders and face the world with a straight look in the eye. You"ve thrown off the old man with these."
David touched the heap of clothing on the floor with his foot. "Hoyle is here. He says the men are on their way here and have stopped at the house."