There was a hoa.r.s.e bellow of "Giddap!" up behind the willows. Then into sight came galloping the tall, gaunt horse of Colonel Gideon Ward. The Colonel stood up, smacking his whip.
With one leap the Cap"n was at his rope, and began to haul in hand over hand.
The big gate at the mouth of the bridge squalled on its rusty hinges.
"You mustn"t shut that gate--you mustn"t!" shrieked the little woman.
She ran and clutched at his st.u.r.dy arms. "That"s my brother that"s coming! You"ll break his neck!"
The gate was already half shut, and the doughty skipper kept on pulling at the rope.
"Can"t help it, ma"am, if it"s the apostle Paul," he gritted. "There ain"t n.o.body goin" to run toll on this bridge."
"It will kill him."
"It"s him that"s lickin" that hoss. "Tain"t me."
"It"s my brother, I tell you!" She tried to drag the rope out of his hands, but he shook her off, pulled the big gate shut, set his teeth, clung to the rope, and waited.
The rush down the hill had been so impetuous and the horse was now running so madly under the whip that there was no such thing as checking him. With a crash of splintering wood he drove breast-on against the gate, throwing up his bony head at the end of his scraggy neck. At the crash the woman screamed and covered her eyes. But the outfit was too much of a catapult to be stopped. Through the gate it went, and the wagon roared away through the bridge, the driver yelling oaths behind him.
Cap"n Aaron Sproul walked out and strolled among the scattered debris, kicking it gloomily to right and left. The woman followed him.
"It was awful," she half sobbed.
"So you"re Miss Jane Ward, be ye?" he growled, glancing at her from under his knotted eyebrows. "Speakin" of your pets, I should reckon that "ere brother of yourn wa"n"t one that you had tamed down fit to be turned loose. But you tell him for me, the next time you see him, that I"ll plug the end of that bridge against him if it takes ev"ry dum cent of the prop"ty I"m wuth--and that"s thutty thousand dollars, if it"s a cent. I ain"t none of your two-cent chaps!" he roared, visiting his wrath vicariously on her as a representative of the family. "I"ve got money of my own. Your brother seems to have made door-mats out"n most of the folks round here, but I"ll tell ye that he"s wiped his feet on me for the last time. You tell him that, dum him!"
Her face was white, and her eyes were shining as she looked at him.
"Gideon has always had his own way, Cap"n Sproul," she faltered. "I hope you won"t feel too bitter against him. It would be awful--he so headstrong--and you so--so--brave!" She choked this last out, unclasping her hands.
"Well, I ain"t no coward, and I never was," blurted the Cap"n.
"It"s the bravest man that overcomes himself," she said. "Now, you have good judgment, Cap"n. My brother is hot-headed. Every one knows that you are a brave man. You can afford to let him go over the bridge without--"
"Never!" the skipper howled, in his best sea tones. "You"re the last woman to coax and beg for him, if half what they tell me is true.
He has abused you wuss"n he has any one else. If you and the rest ain"t got any s.p.u.n.k, I have. You"ll be one brother out if he comes slam-bangin" this way ag"in."
She looked at him appealingly for a moment, then tiptoed over the fragments of the gate, and hurried away through the bridge.
"You ain"t no iron-clad, Kun"l Ward," muttered Sproul. "I"ll hold ye next time."
He set to work on the river-bank that afternoon, cutting saplings, trusting to the squall of the faithful parrots to signal the approach of pa.s.sers.
But the next day, when he was nailing the saplings to make a truly Brobdingnagian grid, one of the directors of the bridge company appeared to him.
"We"re not giving you license to let any one run toll on this bridge, you understand," said the director, "but this fighting Colonel Ward with our property is another matter. It"s like fighting a bear with your fists. And even if you killed the bear, the hide wouldn"t be worth the damage. He has got too many ways of hurting us, Cap"n. He has always had his own way in these parts, and he probably always will. Let him go. We won"t get the toll, nor the fines, but we"ll have our bridge left."
"I was thinking of resigning this job," returned the Cap"n; "it was not stirrin" enough for a seafarin" man; but I"m sort of gittin"
int"rested. How much will ye take for your bridge?"
But the director curtly refused to sell.
"All right, then," said the skipper, chocking his axe viciously into a sapling birch and leaving it there, "I"ll fill away on another tack."
For the next two weeks, as though to exult in his victory, the Colonel made many trips past the toll-house.
He hurled much violent language at the Cap"n. The Cap"n, reinforced with his vociferous parrots, returned the language with great enthusiasm and volubility.
Then came the day once more when the little woman sat down in a chair in the shade of the woodbine.
"I took the first chance, Cap"n, while my brother has gone up-country, to come to tell you how much I appreciate your generous way of doing what I asked of you. You are the first man that ever put away selfish pride and did just what I asked."
The seaman started to repudiate vigorously, but looked into her br.i.m.m.i.n.g eyes a moment, choked, and was silent.
"Yes, sir, you"re what I call n.o.ble, not to pay any attention to the boasts my brother is making of how he has backed you down."
"He is, is he?" The Cap"n rolled up his lip and growled.
"But I know just how brave you are, to put down all your anger at the word of a poor woman. And a true gentleman, too. There are only a few real gentlemen in the world, after all."
The Cap"n slid his thumb into the armhole of his waistcoat and swelled his chest out a little.
"There was no man ever come it over me, and some good ones have tried it, ma"am. So fur as women goes, I ain"t never been married, but I reckon I know what politeness to a lady means."
She smiled at him brightly, and with such earnest admiration that he felt a flush crawling up from under his collar. He blinked at her and looked away. Starboard, with an embarra.s.sing aptness that is sometimes displayed by children, whistled a few bars of "A Sailor"s Wife a Sailor"s Star Should Be."
"I don"t mind owning up to you that my brother has imposed upon me in a great many ways," said the little lady, her eyes flashing. "I have endured a good deal from him because he is my brother. I know just how you feel about him, Cap"n, and that"s why it makes me feel that we have a--a sort of what you might call common interest. I don"t know why I"m talking so frankly with you, who are almost a stranger, but I"ve been--I have always lacked friends so much, that now I can"t seem to help it. You truly do seem like an old friend, you have been so willing to do what I asked of you, after you had time to think it over."
The Cap"n was now congratulating himself that he hadn"t blurted out anything about the bridge director and that sapling fence. It certainly was a grateful sound--that praise from the pretty lady!
He didn"t want to interrupt it.
"Now will you go on with that story of the storm?" she begged, hitching the chair a bit nearer. "I want to hear about your adventures."
She had all the instincts of Desdemona, did that pretty little lady.
Three times that week she came to the toll-house and listened with lips apart and eyes shining. Cap"n Sproul had never heard of Oth.e.l.lo and his wooing, but after a time his heart began to glow under the reverent regard she bent on him. Never did mutual selection more naturally come about. She loved him for the perils he had braved, and he--robbed of his mistress, the sea--yearned for just such companionship as she was giving him. He had known that life lacked something. This was it.
And when one day, after a stuttering preamble that lasted a full half hour, he finally blurted out his heart-hankering, she wept a little while on his shoulder--it being luckily a time when there was no one pa.s.sing--and then sobbingly declared it could never be.
""Fraid of your brother, hey?" he inquired.
She b.u.mped her forehead gently on his shoulder in nod of a.s.sent.
"I reckon ye like me?"
"Oh, Aaron!" It was a volume of rebuke, appeal, and affection in two words.
"Then there ain"t nothin" more to say, little woman. You ain"t never had any one to look out for your int"rests in this life. After this, it"s me that does it. I don"t want your money. I"ve got plenty of my own. But your interests bein" my interests after this, you hand ev"rything over to me, and I"ll put a twist in the tail of that Bengal tiger in your fam"ly that "ll last him all his life."