"By G.o.d, you lie!" stormed the judge.
"I know nothing about the boy," and Fentress took a step toward the door.
"Stay where you are!" commanded the judge. "If you attempt to leave this room to call your n.i.g.g.e.rs I"ll kill you on its threshold!"
But Yancy and Cavendish had stepped to the door with an intention that was evident, and Fentress" thin face cast itself in haggard lines. He was feeling the judge"s terrible capacity, his unexpected ability to deal with a supreme situation. Even Mahaffy gazed at his friend in wonder. He had only seen him spend himself on trifles, with no further object than the next meal or the next drink; he had believed that as he knew him so he had always been, lax and loose of tongue and deed, a noisy tavern hero, but now he saw that he was filling what must have been the measure of his manhood.
"I tell you I had no hand in carrying off the boy," said Fentress with a sardonic smile.
"I look to you to return him. Stir yourself, Gatewood, or by G.o.d, I"ll hold so fierce a reckoning with you--"
The sentence remained unfinished, for Fentress felt his overwrought nerves snap, and giving way to a sudden blind fury struck at the judge.
"We are too old for rough and tumble," said the judge, who had displayed astonishing agility in avoiding the blow. "Furthermore we were once gentlemen. At present I am what I am, while you are a hound and a blackguard! We"ll settle this as becomes our breeding." He poured himself a second gla.s.s of liquor from Fentress" decanter. "I wonder if it is possible to insult you," and he tossed gla.s.s and contents in Fentress" face. The colonel"s thin features were convulsed. The judge watched him with a scornful curling of the lips. "I am treating you better than you deserve," he taunted.
"To-morrow morning at sun-up at Boggs" racetrack!" cried Fentress. The judge bowed with splendid courtesy.
"Nothing could please me half so well," he declared. He turned to the others. "Gentlemen, this is a private matter. When I have met Colonel Fentress I shall make a public announcement of why this appeared necessary to me; until then I trust this matter will not be given publicity. May I ask your silence?" He bowed again, and abruptly pa.s.sed from the room.
His three friends followed in his steps, leaving Fentress standing by the table, the ghost of a smile on his thin lips.
As if the very place were evil, the judge hurried down the drive toward the road. At the gate he paused and turned on his companions, but his features wore a look of dignity that forbade comment or question. He held out his hand to Yancy.
"Sir," he said, "if I could command the riches of the Indies, it would tax my resources to meet the fractional part of my obligations to you."
"Think of that!" said Yancy, as much overwhelmed by the judge"s manner as by his words.
"His Uncle Bob shall keep his place in my grandson"s life! We"ll watch him grow into manhood together." The judge was visibly affected. A smile of deep content parted Mr. Yancy"s lips as his muscular fingers closed about the judge"s hand with crushing force.
"Whoop!" cried Cavendish, delighted at this recognition of Yancy"s love for the boy, and he gleefully smote the austere Mahaffy on the shoulder.
But Mahaffy was dumb in the presence of the decencies, he quite lacked an interpreter. The judge looked back at the house.
"Mine!" he muttered. "The clothes he stands in, the food he eats--mine!
Mine!"
CHAPTER x.x.x. THE BUBBLE BURSTS
At about the same hour that the judge was hurling threats and insults at Colonel Fentress, three men were waiting ten miles away at the head of the bayou which served to isolate Hicks" cabin. Now no one of these three had ever heard of Judge Sloc.u.m Price; the breath of his fame had never blown, however gently, in their direction, yet they were preparing to thrust opportunity upon him. To this end they were lounging about the opening in the woods where the horses belonging to Ware and Murrell were tied.
At length the dip of oars became audible in the silence and one of the trio stole down the path, a matter of fifty yards, to a point that overlooked the bayou. He was gone but a moment.
"It"s Murrell all right!" he said in an eager whisper. "Him and another fellow--the Hicks girl is rowing them." He glanced from one to the other of his companions, who seemed to take firmer hold of themselves under his eye. "It"ll be all right," he protested lightly. "He"s as good as ours. Wait till I give you the word." And he led the way into an adjacent thicket.
Meantime Ware and Murrell had landed and were coming along the path, the outlaw a step or two in advance of his friend. They reached the horses and were untying them when the thicket suddenly disgorged the three men; each held a c.o.c.ked pistol; two of these pistols covered Murrell and the third was leveled at Ware.
"Hues!" cried Murrell in astonishment, for the man confronting him was the Clan"s messenger who should have been speeding across the state.
"Toss up your hands, Murrell," said Hues quietly.
One of the other men spoke.
"You are under arrest!"
"Arrest!"
"You are wanted for n.i.g.g.e.r-stealing," said the man. Still Murrell did not seem to comprehend. He looked at Hues in dull wonder.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Waiting to arrest you--ain"t that plain?" said Hues, with a grim smile.
The outlaw"s hands dropped at his side, limp and helpless. With some idea that he might attempt to draw a weapon one of the men took hold of him, but Murrell was nerveless to his touch; his face had gone a ghastly white and was streaked with the markings of terror.
"Well, by thunder!" cried the man in utter amazement.
Murrell looked into Hues" face.
"You--you--" and the words thickened on his tongue becoming an inarticulate murmur.
"It"s all up, John," said Hues.
"No!" said Murrell, recovering himself. "You may as well turn me loose--you can"t arrest me!"
"I"ve done it," answered Hues, with a laugh. "I"ve been on your track for six months."
"How about this fellow?" asked the man, whose pistol still covered Ware.
Hues glanced toward the planter and shook his head.
"Where are you going to take me?" asked Murrell quickly. Again Hues laughed.
"You"ll find that out in plenty of time, and then your friends can pa.s.s the word around if they like; now you"ll come with me!"
Ware neither moved nor spoke as Hues and his prisoner pa.s.sed back along the path, Hues with his hand on Murrell"s shoulder, and one of his companions close at his heels, while the third man led off the outlaw"s horse.
Presently the distant clatter of hoofs was borne to Ware"s ears--only that; the miracle of courage and daring he had half expected had not happened. Murrell, for all his wild boasting, was like other men, like himself. His bloodshot eyes slid around in their sockets. There across the sunlit stretch of water was Betty--the thought of her brought him to quick choking terrors. The whole fabric of crime by which he had been benefited in the past or had expected to profit in the future seemed toppling in upon him, but his mind clutched one important fact. Hues, if he knew of Betty"s disappearance, did not connect Murrell with it. Ware sucked in comfort between his twitching lips. Stealing n.i.g.g.e.rs! No one would believe that he, a planter, had a hand in that, and for a brief instant he considered signaling Bess to return. Slosson must be told of Murrell"s arrest; but he was sick with apprehension, some trap might have been prepared for him, he could not know; and the impulse to act forsook him.
He smote his hands together in a hopeless, beaten gesture. And Murrell had gone weak--with his own eyes he had seen it--Murrell--whom he believed without fear! He felt that he had been grievously betrayed in his trust and a hot rage poured through him. At last he climbed into the saddle, and swaying like a drunken man, galloped off.
When he reached the river road he paused and scanned its dusty surface.
Hues and his party had turned south when they issued from the wood path.
No doubt Murrell was being taken to Memphis. Ware laughed harshly. The outlaw would be free before another dawn broke.
He had halted near where Jim had turned his team the previous night after Betty and Hannibal had left the carriage; the marks of the wheels were as plainly distinguishable as the more recent trail left by the four men, and as he grasped the significance of that wide half circle his sense of injury overwhelmed him again. He hoped to live to see Murrell hanged!