Fifteen minutes later he heard Duggan snoring. Quietly he unwrapped his blanket and sat up. There were still burning embers in the fire, the night--like that first night of his flight--was a glory of stars, and the moon was rising. Their camp was in a small, meadowy pocket in the center of which was a shimmering little lake across which he could easily have thrown a stone. On the far side of this was the sheer wall of a mountain, and the top of this wall, thousands of feet up, caught the glow of the moon first. Without awakening his comrade, Keith walked to the lake. He watched the golden illumination as it fell swiftly lower over the face of the mountain. He could see it move like a great flood. And then, suddenly, his shadow shot out ahead of him, and he turned to find the moon itself glowing like a monstrous ball between the low shoulders of a mountain to the east. The world about him became all at once vividly and wildly beautiful. It was as if a curtain had lifted so swiftly the eye could not follow it. Every tree and shrub and rock stood out in a mellow spotlight; the lake was transformed to a pool of molten silver, and as far as he could see, where shoulders and ridges did not cut him out, the moonlight was playing on the mountains.
In the air was a soft droning like low music, and from a distant crag came the rattle of loosened rocks. He fancied, for a moment, that Mary Josephine was standing at his side, and that together they were drinking in the wonder of this dream at last come true. Then a cry came to his lips, a broken, gasping man-cry which he could not keep back, and his heart was filled with anguish.
With all its beauty, all its splendor of quiet and peace, the night was a bitter one for Keith, the bitterest of his life. He had not believed the worst of Mary Josephine. He knew he had lost her and that she might despise him, but that she would actually hate him with the desire for a personal vengeance he had not believed. Was Duggan right? Was Mary Josephine unfair? And should he in self-defense fight to poison his own thoughts against her? His face set hard, and a joyless laugh fell from his lips. He knew that he was facing the inevitable. No matter what had happened, he must go on loving Mary Josephine.
All through that night he was awake. Half a dozen times he went to his blanket, but it was impossible for him to sleep. At four o"clock he built up the fire and at five roused Duggan. The old river-man sprang up with the enthusiasm of a boy. He came back from the lake with his beard and head dripping and his face glowing. All the mountains held no cheerier comrade than Duggan.
They were on the trail at six o"clock and hour after hour kept steadily up the Little Fork. The trail grew rougher, narrower, and more difficult to follow, and at intervals Duggan halted to make sure of the way. At one of these times he said to Keith:
"Las" night proved there ain"t no danger from her, Johnny. I had a dream, an" dreams goes by contraries an" always have. What you dream never comes true. It"s always the opposite. An" I dreamed that little she-devil come up on you when you was asleep, took a big bread-knife, an" cut your head plumb off! Yessir, I could see her holdin" up that head o" yourn, an" the blood was drippin", an" she was a-laughin"--"
"SHUT UP!" Keith fairly yelled the words. His eyes blazed. His face was dead white.
With a shrug of his huge shoulders and a sullen grunt Duggan went on.
An hour later the trail narrowed into a short canon, and this canon, to Keith"s surprise, opened suddenly into a beautiful valley, a narrow oasis of green hugged in between the two ranges. Scarcely had they entered it, when Duggan raised his voice in a series of wild yells and began firing his rifle into the air.
"Home-coming," he explained to Keith, after he was done. "Cabin"s just over that bulge. Be there in ten minutes."
In less than ten minutes Keith saw it, sheltered in the edge of a thick growth of cedar and spruce from which its timbers had been taken. It was a larger cabin than he had expected to see--twice, three times as large.
"How did you do it alone!" he exclaimed in admiration. "It"s a wonder, Andy. Big enough for--for a whole family!"
"Half a dozen Indians happened along, an" I hired "em," explained Duggan. "Thought I might as well make it big enough, Johnny, seein" I had plenty of help. Sometimes I snore pretty loud, an"--"
"There"s smoke coming out of it," cried Keith.
"Kept one of the Indians," chuckled Duggan. "Fine cook, an" a sa.s.sy-lookin" little squaw she is, Johnny. Her husband died last winter, an" she jumped at the chance to stay, for her board an" five bucks a month. How"s your Uncle Andy for a schemer, eh, Johnny?"
A dozen rods from the cabin was a creek. Duggan halted here to water his horse and nodded for Keith to go on.
"Take a look, Johnny; go ahead an" take a look! I"m sort of sot up over that cabin."
Keith handed his reins to Duggan and obeyed. The cabin door was open, and he entered. One look a.s.sured him that Duggan had good reason to be "sot up." The first big room reminded him of the Shack. Beyond that was another room in which he heard someone moving and the crackle of a fire in a stove. Outside Duggan was whistling. He broke off whistling to sing, and as Keith listened to the river-man"s bellowing voice chanting the words of the song he had sung at McCoffin"s Bend for twenty years, he grinned. And then he heard the humming of a voice in the kitchen.
Even the squaw was happy.
And then--and then--
"GREAT G.o.d IN HEAVEN--"
In the doorway she stood, her arms reaching out to him, love, glory, triumph in her face--MARY JOSEPHINE!
He swayed; he groped out; something blinded him--tears--hot, blinding tears that choked him, that came with a sob in his throat. And then she was in his arms, and her arms were around him, and she was laughing and crying, and he heard her say: "Why--why didn"t you come back--to me--that night? Why--why did you--go out--through the--window? I--I was waiting--and I--I"d have gone--with you--"
From the door behind them came Duggan"s voice, chuckling, exultant, booming with triumph. "Johnny, didn"t I tell you there was lots bigger lies than yourn? Didn"t I? Eh?"
XXV
It was many minutes, after Keith"s arms had closed around Mary Josephine, before he released her enough to hold her out and look at her. She was there, every bit of her, eyes glowing with a greater glory and her face wildly aflush with a thing that had never been there before; and suddenly, as he devoured her in that hungry look, she gave a little cry, and hugged herself to his breast, and hid her face there.
And he was whispering again and again, as though he could find no other word,
"Mary--Mary--Mary--"
Duggan drew away from the door. The two had paid no attention to his voice, and the old river-man was one continuous chuckle as he unpacked Keith"s horse and attended to his own, hobbling them both and tying cow-bells to them. It was half an hour before he ventured up out of the grove along the creek and approached the cabin again. Even then he halted, fussing with a piece of harness, until he saw Mary Josephine in the door. The sun was shining on her. Her glorious hair was down, and behind her was Keith, so close that his shoulders were covered with it.
Like a bird Mary Josephine sped to Duggan. Great red beard and all she hugged him, and on the flaming red of his bare cheek-bone she kissed him.
"Gosh," said Duggan, at a loss for something better to say. "Gosh--"
Then Keith had him by the hand. "Andy, you ripsnorting old liar, if you weren"t old enough to be my father, I"d whale the daylights out of you!" he cried joyously. "I would, just because I love you so! You"ve made this day the--the--the--"
"--The most memorable of my life," helped Mary Josephine. "Is that it--John?"
Timidly, for the first time, her cheek against his shoulder, she spoke his name. And before Duggan"s eyes Keith kissed her.
Hours later, in a world aglow with the light of stars and a radiant moon, Keith and Mary Josephine were alone out in the heart of their little valley. To Keith it was last night returned, only more wonderful. There was the same droning song in the still air, the low rippling of running water, the mysterious whisperings of the mountains.
All about them were the guardian peaks of the snow-capped ranges, and under their feet was the soft lush of gra.s.s and the sweet scent of flowers. "Our valley of dreams," Mary Josephine had named it, an infinite happiness trembling in her voice. "Our beautiful valley of dreams--come true!" "And you would have come with me--that night?"
asked Keith wonderingly. "That night--I ran away?"
"Yes. I didn"t hear you go. And at last I went to your door and listened, and then I knocked, and after that I called to you, and when you didn"t answer, I entered your room."
"Dear heaven!" breathed Keith. "After all that, you would have come away with me, covered with blood, a--a murderer, they say--a hunted man--"
"John, dear." She took one of his hands in both her own and held it tight. "John, dear, I"ve got something to tell you."
He was silent.
"I made Duggan promise not to tell you I was here when he found you, and I made him promise something else--to keep a secret I wanted to tell you myself. It was wonderful of him. I don"t see how he did it."
She snuggled still closer to him, and held his hand a little tighter.
"You see, John, there was a terrible time after you killed Shan Tung.
Only a little while after you had gone, I saw the sky growing red. It was Shan Tung"s place--afire. I was terrified, and my heart was broken, and I didn"t move. I must have sat at the window a long time, when the door burst open suddenly and Miriam ran in, and behind her came McDowell. Oh, I never heard a man swear as McDowell swore when he found you had gone, and Miriam flung herself on the floor at my feet and buried her head in my lap.
"McDowell tramped up and down, and at last he turned to me as if he was going to eat me, and he fairly shouted, "Do you know--THAT CURSED FOOL DIDN"T KILL JUDGE KIRKSTONE!""
There was a pause in which Keith"s brain reeled. And Mary Josephine went on, as quietly as though she were talking about that evening"s sunset:
"Of course, I knew all along, from what you had told me about John Keith, that he wasn"t what you would call a murderer. You see, John, I had learned to LOVE John Keith. It was the other thing that horrified me! In the fight, that night, Judge Kirkstone wasn"t badly hurt, just stunned. Peter Kirkstone and his father were always quarreling. Peter wanted money, and his father wouldn"t give it to him. It seems impossible,--what happened then. But it"s true. After you were gone, PETER KIRKSTONE KILLED HIS FATHER THAT HE MIGHT INHERIT THE ESTATE! And then he laid the crime on you!"
"My G.o.d!" breathed Keith. "Mary--Mary Josephine--how do you know?"
"Peter Kirkstone was terribly burned in the fire. He died that night, and before he died he confessed. That was the power Shan Tung held over Miriam. He knew. And Miriam was to pay the price that would save her brother from the hangman."
"And that," whispered Keith, as if to himself, "was why she was so interested in John Keith."