A hurried investigation told him that five men had ridden in and out of that path. Of the five, all coming from the south, four had turned south again, but the fifth man--Ware, in other words--had gone north. He weighed the possible significance of these facts.
"I am only wasting time!" he confessed reluctantly, and was on the point of turning away, when, on the very edge of the road and just where the dust yielded to the hard clay of the path, his glance lighted on the print of a small and daintily shod foot. The throbbing of his heart quickened curiously.
"Betty!" The word leaped from his lips.
That small foot had left but the one impress. There were other signs, however, that claimed his attention; namely, the bootprints of Slosson and his men; and he made the inevitable discovery that these tracks were all confined to the one spot. They began suddenly and as suddenly ceased, yet there was no mystery about these; he had the marks of the wheels to help him to a sure conclusion. A carriage had turned just here, several men had alighted, they had with them a child or a woman.
Either they had reentered the carriage and driven back as they had come, or they had gone toward the river. He felt the soul within him turn sick.
He stole along the path; the terror of the river was ever in his thoughts, and the specter of his fear seemed to flit before him and lure him on. Presently he caught his first glimpse of the bayou and his legs shook under him; but the path wound deeper still into what appeared to be an untouched solitude, wound on between the crowding tree forms, a little back from the sh.o.r.e, with an intervening tangle of vines and bushes. He scanned this closely as he hurried forward, scarcely conscious that he was searching for some trampled s.p.a.ce at the water"s edge; but the verdant wall preserved its unbroken continuity, and twenty minutes later he came within sight of the Hicks" clearing and the keel boat, where it rested against the bank.
A little farther on he found the spot where Slosson had launched the skiff the night before. The keel of his boat had cut deep into the slippery clay; more than this, the impress of the small shoe was repeated here, and just beside it was the print of a child"s bare foot.
He no longer doubted that Betty and Hannibal had been taken across the bayou to the cabin, and he ran back up the path the distance of a mile and plunged into the woods on his right, his purpose being to pa.s.s around the head of the expanse of sluggish water to a point from which he could later approach the cabin. But the cabin proved to be better defended than he had foreseen; and as he advanced, the difficulties of the task he had set himself became almost insurmountable; yet sustained as he was by his imperative need, he tore his way through the labyrinth of trailing vines, or floundered across acre-wide patches of green slime and black mud, which at each step threatened to engulf him in their treacherous depths, until at the end of an hour he gained the southern side of the clearing and a firmer footing within the shelter of the woods.
Here he paused and took stock of his surroundings. The two or three buildings Mr. Hicks had erected stood midway of the clearing and were very modest improvements adapted to their owner"s somewhat flippant pursuit of agriculture. While Carrington was still staring about him, the cabin door swung open and a woman stepped forth. It was the girl Bess. She went to a corner of the building and called loudly:
"Joe! Oh, Joe!"
Carrington glanced in the direction of the keel boat and an instant later saw Slosson clamber over its side. The tavern-keeper crossed to the cabin, where he was met by Bess, who placed in his hands what seemed to be a wooden bowl. With this he slouched off to one of the outbuildings, which he entered. Ten or fifteen minutes slipped by, then he came from the shed and after securing the door, returned to the cabin. He was again met by Bess, who relieved him of the bowl; they exchanged a few words and Slosson walked away and afterward disappeared over the side of the keel boat.
This much was clear to the Kentuckian: food had been taken to some one in the shed--to Betty and the boy!--more likely to George.
He waited now for the night to come, and to him the sun seemed fixed in the heavens. At Belle Plain Tom Ware was watching it with a shuddering sense of the swiftness of its flight. But at last the tops of the tall trees obscured it; it sank quickly then and blazed a ball of fire beyond the Arkansas coast, while its dying glory spread aslant the heavens, turning the flanks of the gray clouds to violet and purple and gold.
With the first approach of darkness Carrington made his way to the shed.
Hidden in the shadow he paused to listen, and fancied he heard difficult breathing from within. The door creaked hideously on its wooden hinges when he pushed it open, but as it swung back the last remnant of the day"s light showed him some dark object lying p.r.o.ne on the dirt floor.
He reached down and his hand rested on a man"s booted foot.
"George--" Carrington spoke softly, but the man on the floor gave no sign that he heard, and Carrington"s questioning touch stealing higher he found that George--if it were George--was lying on his side with his arms and legs securely bound. Thinking he slept, the Kentuckian shook him gently to arouse him.
"George?" he repeated, still bending above him. This time an inarticulate murmur answered him. At the same instant the woolly head of the negro came under his fingers and he discovered the reason of his silence. He was as securely gagged as he was bound.
"Listen, George--it"s Carrington--I am going to take off this gag, but don"t speak above a whisper--they may hear us!" And he cut the cords that held the gag in place.
"How yo" get here, Mas"r Ca"ington?" asked the negro guardedly, as the gag fell away.
"Around the head of the bayou."
"Lawd!" exclaimed George, in a tone of wonder.
"Where"s Miss Betty?"
"She"s in the cabin yonder--fo" the love of G.o.d, cut these here other ropes with yo" knife, Mas"r Ca"ington--I"m perishin" with "em!"
Carrington did as he asked, and groaning, George sat erect. "I"m like I was gone to sleep all over," he said.
"You"ll feel better in a moment. Tell me about Miss Malroy?"
"They done fetched us here last night. I was drivin" Missy into Raleigh--her and young Mas"r Hazard--when fo" men stop us in the road."
"Who were they, do you know?" asked Carrington.
"Lawd--what"s that?"
Carrington, knife in hand swung about on his heel. A lantern"s light flashed suddenly in his face and Bess Hicks, with a low startled cry breaking from her lips, paused in the doorway. Springing forward, Carrington seized her by the wrist.
"Hush!" he grimly warned.
"What are you doin" here?" demanded the girl, as she endeavored to shake off his hand, but Carrington drew her into the shed, and closing the door, set his back against it. There was a brief silence during which Bess regarded the Kentuckian with a kind of stolid fearlessness. She was the first to speak. "I reckon you-all have come after Miss Malroy," she observed quietly.
"Then you reckon right," answered Carrington. The girl studied him from beneath her level brows.
"And you-all think you can take her away from here," she speculated. "I ain"t afraid of yo" knife--you-all might use it fast enough on a man, but not on me. I"ll help you," she added. Carrington gave her an incredulous glance. "You don"t believe me? What"s to hinder my calling for help? That would fetch our men up from the keel boat. No--yo"-all"s knife wouldn"t stop me!"
"Don"t be too sure of that," said Carrington sternly. The girl met the menace of his words with soft, fullthroated laughter.
"Why, yo" hand"s shakin" now, Mr. Carrington!"
"You know me?"
"Yes, I seen you once at Boggs"." She made an impatient movement. "You can"t do nothing against them fo" men unless I help you. Miss Malroy"s to go down river to-night; they"re only waiting fo" a pilot--you-all"s got to act quick!"
Carrington hesitated.
"Why do you want Miss Malroy to escape?" he said.
The girl"s mood changed abruptly. She scowled at him.
"I reckon that"s a private matter. Ain"t it enough fo" you-all to know that I do? I"m showing how it can be done. Them four men on the keel boat are strangers in these parts, they"re waiting fo" a pilot, but they don"t know who he"ll be. I"ve heard you-all was a riverman; what"s to hinder yo" taking the pilot"s place? Looks like yo" was willing to risk yo" life fo" Miss Malroy or you wouldn"t be here."
"I"m ready," said Carrington, his hand on the door.
"No, you ain"t--jest yet," interposed the girl hastily. "Listen to me first. They"s a dugout tied up "bout a hundred yards above the keel boat; you must get that to cross in to the other side of the bayou, then when yo"re ready to come back yo"re to whistle three times--it"s the signal we"re expecting--and I"ll row across fo" you in one of the skiffs."
"Can you see Miss Malroy in the meantime?"
"If I want to, they"s nothin" to hinder me," responded Bess sullenly.
"Tell her then--" began Carrington, but Bess interrupted him.
"I know what yo" want. She ain"t to cry out or nothin" when she sees you-all. I got sense enough fo" that."
Carrington looked at her curiously.
"This may be a serious business for your people," he said significantly, and watched her narrowly.
"And you-all may get killed. I reckin if yo" want to do a thing bad enough you don"t mind much what comes after," she answered with a hard little laugh, as she went from the shed.
"Come!" said Carrington to the negro, when he had seen the cabin door close on Bess and her lantern; and they stole across the clearing.
Reaching the bayou side they began a noiseless search for the dugout, which they quickly found, and Carrington turned to George. "Can you swim?" he asked.