"More than I want to know," he answered gruffly. "He"s rotten! That"s all! Why?" He eyed her suspiciously.
There was something in his tone that put her on the defensive at once:
"Oh, I saw him to-day, and I was wondering," she answered evasively.
"It"s one of the annoyances of army life that we have to be herded up with all sorts of cattle!" said Wainwright with a disdainful curl of his baby mustache. "But I didn"t come here to talk about John Cameron. I came to tell you that I"m going to be married, Ruth. I"m going to be married before I go to France!"
"Delightful!" said Ruth pleasantly. "Do I know the lady?"
"Indeed you do," he said watching her with satisfaction. "You"ve known, for several years that you were the only one for me, and I"ve come to tell you that I won"t stand any more dallying. I mean business now!"
He crossed his fat leather puttees creakily and swelled out, trying to look firm. He had decided that he must impress her with the seriousness of the occasion.
But Ruth only laughed merrily. He had been proposing to her ever since he got out of short trousers, and she had always laughed him out of it. The first time she told him that she was only a kid and he wasn"t much more himself, and she didn"t want to hear any more such talk. Of late he had grown less troublesome, and she had been inclined to settle down to the old neighborly playmate relation, so she was not greatly disturbed by the turn of the conversation. In fact, she was too much upset and annoyed by the sudden departure of Cameron to realize the determined note in Wainwright"s voice.
"I mean it!" he said in an offended tone, flattening his double chin and rolling out his fat lips importantly. "I"m not to be played with any longer."
Ruth"s face sobered:
"I certainly never had an idea of playing with you, Harry. I think I"ve always been quite frank with you."
Wainwright felt that he wasn"t getting on quite as well as he had planned. He frowned and sat up:
"Now see here, Ruth! Let"s talk this thing over!" he said, drawing the big leather chair in which he was sitting nearer to hers.
But Ruth"s glance had wandered out of the window. "Why, there comes Bobbie Wetherill!" she exclaimed eagerly and slipped out of her chair to the door just as one of Wainwright"s smooth fat hands reached out to take hold of the arm of her rocker. "I"ll open the door for him. Mary is in the kitchen and may not hear the bell right away."
There was nothing for Wainwright to do but make the best of the situation, although he greeted Wetherill with no very good grace, and his large lips pouted out sulkily as he relaxed into his chair again to await the departure of the intruder.
Lieutenant Wetherill was quite overwhelmed with the warmth of the greeting he received from Ruth and settled down to enjoy it while it lasted. With a wicked glance of triumph at his rival he laid himself out to make his account of camp life as entertaining as possible. He produced a gorgeous box of bonbons and arranged himself comfortably for the afternoon, while Wainwright"s brow grew darker and his lips pouted out farther and farther under his petted little moustache. It was all a great bore to Ruth just now with her mind full of the annoyance about Cameron.
At least she would have preferred to have had her talk with him and found out what he was with her own judgment. But anything was better than, a _tete-a-tete_ with Wainwright just now; so she ate bonbons and asked questions, and kept the conversation going, ignoring Wainwright"s increasing grouch.
It was a great relief, however, when about half-past four the maid appeared at the door:
"A long distance telephone call for you, Miss Ruth."
As Ruth was going up the stairs to her own private "phone she paused to fasten the tie of her low shoe that had come undone and was threatening to trip her, and she heard Harry Wainwright"s voice in an angry snarl:
"What business did you have coming here to-day, you darned chump! You knew what I came for, and you did it on purpose! If you don"t get out the minute she gets back I"ll put her wise to you and the kind of girls you go with in no time. And you needn"t think you can turn the tables on me, either, for I"ll fix you so you won"t dare open your fool mouth!"
The sentence finished with an oath and Ruth hurried into her room and shut the door with a sick kind of feeling that her whole little world was turning black about her.
It was good to hear the voice of her cousin, Captain La Rue, over the "phone, even though it was but a message that he could not come as he had promised that evening. It rea.s.sured her that there were good men in the world. Of course, he was older, but she was sure he had never been what people called "wild," although he had plenty of courage and spirit. She had often heard that good men were few, but it had never seemed to apply to her world but vaguely. Now here of a sudden a slur had been thrown at three of her young world. John Cameron, it is true, was a comparative stranger, and, of course, she had no means of judging except by the look in his eyes. She understood in a general way that "rotten" as applied to a young man"s character implied uncleanness. John Cameron"s eyes were steady and clear. They did not look that way. But then, how could she tell? And here, this very minute she had been hearing that Bobbie Wetherill"s life was not all that it should be and Wainwright had tacitly accepted the possibility of the same weakness in himself. These were boys with whom she had been brought up. Selfish and conceited she had often thought them on occasion, but it had not occurred to her that there might be anything worse. She pressed her hands to her eyes and tried to force a calm steadiness into her soul. Somehow she had an utter distaste for going back into that library and hearing their boastful chatter. Yet she must go. She had been hoping all the afternoon for her cousin"s arrival to send the other two away. Now that was out of the question and she must use her own tact to get pleasantly rid of them. With a sigh she opened her door and started down stairs again.
It was Wainwright"s blatant voice again that broke through the Sabbath afternoon stillness of the house as she approached the library door:
"Yes, I"ve got John Cameron all right now!" he laughed. "He won"t hold his head so high after he"s spent a few days in the guard-house. And that"s what they"re all going to get that are late coming back this time.
I found out before I left camp that his pa.s.s only reads till eleven o"clock and the five o"clock train is the last one he can leave Chester on to get him to camp by eleven. So I hired a fellow that was coming up to buddy-up to Cam and fix it that he is to get a friend of his to take them over to Chester in time for the train. The fellow don"t have to get back himself to-night at all, but he isn"t going to let on, you know, so Cam will think they"re in the same boat. Then they"re going to have a little bit of tire trouble, down in that lonely bit of rough road, that short cut between here and Chester, where there aren"t any cars pa.s.sing to help them out, and they"ll miss the train at Chester. See? And then the man will offer to take them on to camp in his car and they"ll get stuck again down beyond Wilmington, lose the road, and switch off toward Singleton--you know, where we took those girls to that little out-of-the-way tavern that time--and you see Cam getting back to camp in time, don"t you?"
Ruth had paused with her hand on the heavy portiere, wide-eyed.
"But Cameron"ll find a way out. He"s too sharp. He"ll start to walk, or he"ll get some pa.s.sing car to take him," said Wetherill with conviction.
"No, he won"t. The fellows are all primed. They"re going to catch him in spots where cars don"t go, where the road is bad, you know, and n.o.body but a fool would go with a car. He won"t be noticing before they break down because this fellow told him his man could drive a car over the moon and never break down. Besides, I know my men. They"ll get away with the job. There"s too much money in it for them to run any risk of losing out.
It"s all going to happen so quick he won"t be ready for anything."
"Well, you"ll have your trouble for your pains. Cam"ll explain everything to the officers and he"ll get by. He always does."
"Not this time. They"ve just made a rule that no excuses go. There"ve been a lot of fellows coming back late drunk. And you see that"s how we mean to wind up. They are going to get him drunk, and then we"ll see if little Johnnie will go around with his nose in the air any longer! I"m going to run down to the tavern late this evening to see the fun my self!"
"You can"t do it! Cam won"t drink! It"s been tried again and again. He"d rather die!"
But the girl at the door had fled to her room on velvet shod feet and closed her door, her face white with horror, her lips set with purpose, her heart beating wildly. She must put a stop somehow to this diabolical plot against him. Whether he was worthy or not they should not do this thing to him! She rang for the maid and began putting on her hat and coat and flinging a few things into a small bag. She glanced at her watch. It was a quarter to five. Could she make it? If she only knew which way he had gone! Would his mother have a telephone? Her eyes scanned the C column hurriedly. Yes, there it was. She might have known he would not allow her to be alone without a telephone.
The maid appeared at the door.
"Mary," she said, trying to speak calmly, "tell Thomas to have the gray car ready at once. He needn"t bring it to the house, I will come out the back way. Please take this bag and two long coats out, and when I am gone go to the library and ask the two gentlemen there to excuse me. Say that I am suddenly called away to a friend in trouble. If Aunt Rhoda returns soon tell her I will call her up later and let her know my plans. That is all. I will be down in two or three minutes and I wish to start without delay!"
Mary departed on her errand and Ruth went to the telephone and called up the Cameron number.
The sadness of the answering voice struck her even in her haste. Her own tone was eager, intimate, as she hastened to convey her message.
"Mrs. Cameron, this is Ruth Macdonald. Has your son left yet? I was wondering if he would care to be taken to the train in our car?"
"Oh! he has _just gone_!" came a pitiful little gasp that had a sob at the end of it. "He went in somebody"s car and they were late coming. I"m afraid he is going to miss his train and he has got to get it or he will be in trouble! That is the last train that connects with Wilmington."
Ruth"s heart leaped to her opportunity.
"Suppose we try to catch him then," proposed Ruth gleefully. "My car can go pretty fast, and if he has missed the train perhaps we can carry him on to Wilmington. Would you like to try?"
"Oh, could we?" the voice throbbed with eagerness.
"Hurry up then. My car is all ready. I"ll be down there in three minutes.
We"ve no time to waste. Put on something warm!"
She hung up the receiver without waiting for further reply, and hurried softly out of the room and down the back stairs.
Thomas was well trained. The cars were always in order. He was used to Ruth"s hurry calls, and when she reached the garage she found the car standing in the back street waiting for her. In a moment more she was rushing on her way toward the village without having aroused the suspicion of the two men who so impatiently awaited her return. Mrs.
Cameron was ready, eager as a child, standing on the sidewalk with a great blanket shawl over her arm and looking up the street for her.
It was not until they had swept through the village, over the bridge, and were out on the broad highway toward Chester that Ruth began to realize what a wild goose chase she had undertaken. Just where did she expect to find them, anyway? It was now three minutes to five by the little clock in the car and it was a full fifteen minutes" drive to Chester. The plan had been to delay him on the way to the train, and there had been mention of a short cut. Could that be the rough stony road that turned down sharply just beyond the stone quarry? It seemed hardly possible that anybody would attempt to run a car over that road. Surely John Cameron knew the roads about here well enough to advise against it. Still, Ruth knew the locality like a book and that was the only short cut thereabout.
If they had gone down there they might emerge at the other end just in time to miss the train, and then start on toward Wilmington. Or they might turn back and take the longer way if they found the short road utterly impa.s.sable. Which should she take? Should she dare that rocky way? If only there might be some tracks to guide her. But the road was hard and dusty and told no tales of recent travelers. They skimmed down the grade past the stone quarry, and the short cut flashed into view, rough and hilly, turning sharply away behind a group of spruce trees. It was thick woods beyond. If she went that way and got into any trouble with her machine the chances were few that anyone would some along to help. She had but a moment to decide, and something told her that the long way was the safe one and shorter in the end. She swept on, her engine throbbing with that pleasant purr of expensive well-groomed machinery, the car leaping forward as if it delighted in the high speed.
The little woman by her side sat breathless and eager, with shining eyes, looking ahead for her boy.
They pa.s.sed car after car, and Ruth scanned the occupants keenly. Some were filled with soldiers, but John Cameron was not among them. She began to be afraid that perhaps she ought after all to have gone down that hilly way and made sure they were not there. She was not quite sure where that short road came out. If she knew she might run up a little way from this further end.
The two women sat almost silent, straining their eyes ahead. They had said hardly a word since the first greeting. Each seemed to understand the thought of the other without words. For the present they had but one common object, to find John Cameron.