"Tom--no!" and Murrell laughed. "You didn"t think I"d give you up? I am standing with a halter, about my neck, and all for your sake--who"d risk as much for love of you?" he seemed to expand with savage pride that this was so, and took a step toward her.
"Don"t come near me!" cried Betty. Her eyes blazed, and she looked at him with" loathing.
"You"ll learn to be kinder," he exulted. "You wouldn"t see me at Belle Plain; what was left for me but to have you brought here?" While Murrell was speaking, the signal that had told of his own presence on the opposite sh.o.r.e of the bayou was heard again. This served to arrest his attention. A look of uncertainty pa.s.sed over his face, then he made an impatient gesture as if he dismissed some thought that had forced itself upon him, and turned to Betty.
"You don"t ask what my purpose is where you are concerned; have you no curiosity on that score?" She endeavored to meet his glance with a glance as resolute, then her eyes sought the boy"s upturned face. "I am going to send you down river, Betty. Later I shall join you in New Orleans, and when I leave the country you shall go with me--"
"Never!" gasped Betty.
"As my wife, or however you choose to call it. I"ll teach you what a man"s love is like," he boasted, and extended his hand. Betty shrank from him, and his hand fell at his side. He looked at her steadily out of his deep-sunk eyes in which blazed the fires of his pa.s.sion, and as he looked, her face paled and flushed by turns. "You may learn to be kind to me, Betty," he said. "You may find it will be worth your while."
Betty made no answer, she only gathered Hannibal closer to her side. "Why not accept what I have to offer, Betty?" again he went nearer her, and again she shrank from him, but the madness of his mood was in the ascendant. He seized her and drew her to him. She struggled to free herself, but his fingers tightened about hers.
"Let me go!" she panted. He laughed his cool laugh of triumph.
"Let you go--ask me anything but that, Betty! Have you no reward for patience such as mine? A whole summer has pa.s.sed since I saw you first--"
There was the noisy shuffling of feet on the stairs, and releasing Betty, Murrell swung about on his heel and faced the door. It was pushed open an inch at a time by a not too confident hand and Mr. Slosson thus guardedly presented himself to the eye of his chief, whom he beckoned from the room.
"Well?" said Murrell, when they stood together on the landing.
"Just come across to the keel boat!" and Slosson led the way down the stairs and from the house.
"d.a.m.n you, Joe; you might have waited!" observed the outlaw. Slosson gave him a hardened grin. They crossed the clearing and boarded the keel boat which rested against the bank. As they did so, the cabin in the stern gave up a shattered presence in the shape of Tom Ware. Murrell started violently. "I thought you were hanging out in Memphis, Tom?"
he said, and his brow darkened as, sinister and forbidding, he stepped closer to the planter. Ware did not answer at once, but looked at Murrell out of heavy bloodshot eyes, his face pinched and ghastly. At last he said, speaking with visible effort,
"I stayed in Memphis until five o"clock this morning."
"d.a.m.n your early hours!" roared Murrell. "What are you doing here?
I suppose you"ve been showing that dead face of yours about the neighborhood--why didn"t you stay at Belle Plain since you couldn"t keep away?"
"I haven"t been near Belle Plain, I came here instead. How am I going to meet people and answer questions?" His teeth were chattering. "Is it known she"s missing?" he added.
"Hicks raised the alarm the first thing this morning, according to the instructions I"d given him."
"Yes?" gasped Ware. He was dripping from every pore and the sickly color came and went on his unshaven cheeks. Murrell dropped a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"You haven"t been at Belle Plain, you say, but has any one seen you on the road this morning?"
"No one, John," cried Ware, panting between each word. There was a moment"s pause and Ware spoke again. "What are they doing at Belle Plain?" he demanded in a whisper. Murrell"s lips curled.
"I understand there is talk of suicide," he said.
"Good!" cried Ware.
"They are dragging the bayou down below the house. It looks as though you were going to reap the rewards of the excellent management you have given her estate. They have been trying to find you in Memphis, so the sooner you show yourself the better," he concluded significantly.
"You are sure you have her safe, John, no chance of discovery? For G.o.d"s sake, get her away from here as soon as you can, it"s an awful risk you run!"
"She"ll be sent down river to-night," said Murrell.
"Captain," began Slosson who up to this had taken no part in the conversation. "When are you going to cross to t"other side of the bayou?"
"Soon," replied Murrell. Slosson laughed.
"I didn"t know but you"d clean forgot the Clan"s business. I want to ask another question--but first I want to say that no one thinks higher or more frequent of the ladies than just me, I"m genuinely fond of "em and I"ve never lifted my hand ag"in" "em except in kindness." Mr. Slosson looked at Ware with an exceedingly virtuous expression of countenance.
He continued. "Yo" orders are that we"re to slip out of this a little afore midnight, but suppose there"s a hitch--here"s the lady knowing what she knows and here"s the boy knowing what he knows."
"There can be no hitch," rasped out Murrell arrogantly.
"I never knew a speculation that couldn"t go wrong; and by rights we should have got away last night."
"Well, whose fault is it you didn"t?" demanded Murrell.
"In a manner it were mine, but the ark got on a sandbank as we were fetching it in and it took us the whole d.a.m.n night to get clear."
"Well?" prompted Murrell, with a sullen frown.
"Suppose they get shut of that notion of theirs that the lady"s done drowned herself, suppose they take to watching the river? Or suppose the whole d.a.m.n bottom drops out of this deal? What then? Why, I"ll tell you what then--the lady, good looking as she is, knows enough to make west Tennessee mighty onhealthy for some of us. I say suppose it"s a flash in the pan and you have to crowd the distance in between you and this part of the world, you can"t tell me you"ll have any use for her then."
Slosson paused impressively. "And here"s Mr. Ware feeling bad, feeling like h.e.l.l," he resumed. "Him and me don"t want to be left in no trap with you gone G.o.d only knows where."
"I"ll send a man to take charge of the keel boat. I can"t risk any more of your bungling, Joe."
"That"s all right, but you don"t answer my question," persisted Slosson, with admirable tenacity of purpose.
"What is your question, Joe?"
"A lot can happen between this and midnight--"
"If things go wrong with us there"ll be a blaze at the head of the bayou; does that satisfy you?"
"And what then?"
Murrell hesitated.
"What about the girl?" insisted Slosson, dragging him back to the point at issue between them. "As a man I wouldn"t lift my hand ag"in" no good looking woman except like I said--in kindness, but she can"t be turned loose, she knows too much. What"s the word, Captain--you say it!" he urged. He made a gesture of appeal to Ware.
"Look for the light; better still, look for the man I"ll send." And with this Murrell would have turned away, but Slosson detained him.
"Who"ll he be?"
"Some fellow who knows the river."
"And if it"s the light?" asked the tavern-keeper in a hoa.r.s.e undertone.
Again he looked toward Ware, who, dry-lipped and ashen, was regarding him steadfastly. Glance met glance, for a brief instant they looked deep into each other"s eyes and then the hand Slosson had rested on Murrell"s shoulder dropped at his side.