The clouds had pa.s.sed and the moon was shining now in silent splendor on the sparkling refreshed trees and shrubbery. The girl was an expert in handling a horse. Old Peeler had at least taught her that. In five more minutes from the time she had left the house she was knocking furiously at the old Governor"s door. He was eighty-four, but a man of extraordinary vigor for his age.
He came to the door alone in his night-dress, candle in hand, scowling at the unseemly interruption of his rest.
"What is it?" he cried with impatience.
"A note from Mrs. Norton."
At the mention of her name the fine old face softened and then his eyes flashed:
"She is ill?"
"No, sir--but she wants you to help her."
He took the note, placed the candle on the old-fashioned mahogany table in his hall, returned to his room for his gla.s.ses, adjusted them with deliberation and read its startling message.
He spoke without looking up:
"You know the road to Schlitz"s house?"
"Yes, sir, every foot of it."
"I"ll be ready in ten minutes."
"We"ve no time to lose--you"d better hurry," the girl said nervously.
The old man lifted his eyebrows:
"I will. But an ex-Governor of the state can"t rush to meet the present Governor in his shirt-tail--now, can he?"
Cleo laughed:
"No, sir."
The thin, sprightly figure moved quickly in spite of the eighty-four years and in less than ten minutes he was seated beside the girl and they were flying over the turnpike toward the Schlitz place.
"How long since those men left the jail?" the old Governor asked roughly.
"About a half-hour, sir."
"Give your horse the rein--we"ll be too late, I"m afraid."
The lines slacked over the spirited animal"s back and he sprang forward as though lashed by the insult to his high breeding.
The sky was studded now with stars sparkling in the air cleared by the rain, and the moon flooded the white roadway with light. The buggy flew over the beaten track for a mile, and as they suddenly plunged down a hill the old man seized both sides of the canopy top to steady his body as the light rig swayed first one way and then the other.
"You"re going pretty fast," he grumbled.
"Yes, you said to give him the reins."
"But I didn"t say to throw them on the horse"s head, did I?"
"No, sir," the girl giggled.
"Pull him in!" he ordered sharply.
The strong young arms drew the horse suddenly down on his haunches and the old man lurched forward.
"I didn"t say pull him into the buggy," he growled.
The girl suppressed another laugh. He was certainly a funny old man for all his eighty odd winters. She thought that he must have been a young devil at eighteen.
"Stop a minute!" he cried sharply. "What"s that roaring?"
Cleo listened:
"The wind in the trees, I think."
"Nothing of the sort--isn"t this Buffalo creek?"
"Yes, sir."
"That"s water we hear. The creek"s out of banks. The storm has made the ford impa.s.sable. They haven"t crossed this place yet. We"re in time."
The horse lifted his head and neighed. Another answered from the woods and in a moment a white-masked figure galloped up to the buggy and spoke sharply:
"You can"t cross this ford--turn back."
"Are you one of Norton"s men?" the old man asked angrily.
"None of your d.a.m.ned business!" was the quick answer.
"I think it is, sir! I"m Governor Carteret. My age and services to this state ent.i.tle me to a hearing to-night. Tell Major Norton I must speak to him immediately--immediately, sir!" His voice rose to a high note of imperious command.
The horseman hesitated and galloped into the shadows. A moment later a tall shrouded figure on horseback slowly approached.
"Cut your wheel," the old Governor said to the girl. He stepped from the buggy without a.s.sistance. "Now turn round and wait for me." Cleo obeyed, and the venerable statesman with head erect, his white hair and beard shining in the moonlight calmly awaited the approach of the younger man.
Norton dismounted and led his horse, the rein hanging loosely over his arm.
"Well, Governor Carteret"--the drawling voice was low and quietly determined.
The white-haired figure suddenly stiffened:
"Don"t insult me, sir, by talking through a mask--take that thing off your head."
The major bowed and removed his mask.
When the old man spoke again, his voice trembled with emotion, he stepped close and seized Norton"s arm: