The moments pa.s.sed. Would he never rise and go? The fire, however, was dying: its circle of ruddy light ever drew inward. The kyack was quite in the shadow now, yet she dared not attempt its theft until the three men were asleep. She waited, thrilling with excitement.
Chan and Neilson were seemingly asleep, and now Ray was knocking the ashes from his pipe. He yawned, stretching wide his arms; then, as if held by some intriguing thought, sat almost motionless, gazing into the graying coals. Presently Beatrice heard him curse, softly, in the shadows.
He got up, and removing his outer coat, rolled in his blankets. The night hours began their mystic march across the face of the wilderness.
Now was the time to act. As far as she could tell, the three men were deeply asleep: at least the likelihood would be as great as at any time later in the night. The fire was a heap of gray ashes except for its red-hot center: the kyack was in gloom. Very softly she crept through the thickets, meanwhile encircling the dying fire, and came up behind it.
Now it was almost in reach: now her hands were at its loops. She started to lift it in her arms.
But disaster still dogged her trail. Ray Brent had been too wary of attack, to-night, to sink easily into deep slumber. He heard the soft movement as Beatrice lifted the heavy canvas bag off the ground; and with a startled oath sprang to his feet.
He leaped like a panther. "Who"s there?" he cried.
Sensing immediate discovery the girl placed all her hope in flight.
Perhaps yet she could lose her pursuers in the darkness. Still trying to hold the kyack of food that meant life to Ben, she turned and darted into the shadows.
Like a wolf Ray sped after her. The moonlight showed her fleeing figure in the trees, and shouting aloud he sprang through the coverts to intercept her flight. The chase was of short duration thereafter.
Emburdened by the heavy box she could not watch her step; and a protruding root caught cruelly at her ankle. She was hurled with stunning force to the ground.
Desperate and intent, but in realization of impending triumph, Ray"s strong arms went about her.
x.x.xIX
For the second time in his life Ray Brent felt the sting of Beatrice"s strong hand against his face. In the desperation of fear she had smote him with all her force. His arms withdrew quickly from about her; and her wide, disdainful eyes beheld a sinister change in his expression.
The moonlight was in his eyes, silver-white; and they seemed actually to redden with fury, and again she saw that queer, ghastly twitching at the corner of his lips. The girl"s defiance was broken with that one blow.
She dropped her head, then walked past him into the presence of her father.
Neilson and Chan were on their feet now, and they regarded her in the utter silence of amazement. Breathing fast, Ray came behind her.
"Build up the fire, Chan," he said in a strange, grim voice. "We want to see what we"ve caught."
Obediently Chan kicked the coals from under the ashes, and began to heap on broken pieces of wood. The sticks smoked, then a little tongue of yellow flame crept about the fuel. But still the emburdened silence continued--the white-faced girl in the ring of silent, watching men.
Slowly the fire"s glow crept out to her, revealing--even better than the bright moonlight--her wide, frightened eyes and the dark, speculative faces of the men. Then Ray spoke sharply in his place.
"Well, why don"t you question her?" he demanded of Neilson. "I suppose you know what she was doing. She was trying to steal food. It looks to me like she"s gone over to the opposite camp."
Her father sighed, a peculiar sound that seemed to come from above the tree tops, as if fast-flying waterfowl were pa.s.sing overhead. "Is that so, daughter?" he asked simply.
"I was trying to take some of your food--to Ben," Beatrice replied softly. "He"s in need of it."
"You see, they"re on intimate terms," Ray suggested viciously. "Ben was in need of food--so she came here to steal it."
But Neilson acted as if he had not heard. "Why didn"t you speak to us--and tell us you were safe?" he asked. "We"ve come all the way here to find you."
"Perhaps _you_ did. If you had been here alone, I would have told you.
But Ray and Chan came all the way here to find Ben. I heard what they said--back there in the brush. They intend to kill him when they find him. I--I didn"t want him killed."
Her father stared at her from under his bushy brows. "After carrying you from your home--taking you into danger and keeping you a prisoner--you still want to protect him?"
The girl nodded. "And I want you to protect him, too," she said.
"Against these men." Suddenly she moved forward in earnest appeal. "Oh, Father--I want you to save him. He"s never touched me--he"s treated me with every respect--done everything he could for me. When he was injured he told me to go back--to take what little food there was, and go back--"
"I can take it, then, that you"re out of food?" Ray asked.
"We"re starving--and Ben"s sick. Father, I make this one appeal--if your love for me isn"t all gone, you"ll grant it. I love him. You might as well know that now, as later. I want you to save the man your daughter loves."
Chan cursed in the gloom, his lean face darkened; but Neilson made no answer. Ray in his place sharply inhaled; but the sullen glow in his eyes snapped into a flame.
If Beatrice had glanced at Ray, she would have ceased her appeal and trusted everything to the doubtful mercy of flight,--into the gloom of the forest. As it was, she did not fully comprehend the cruel l.u.s.t, like flame, that sped through his veins. She would have hoped for no mercy if she could have seen the strange, black surge of wrath in his face.
"He has been kind to me--and he was in the right, not in the wrong. I know about the claim-jumping. Father, I want you to stand between him and these men--help him--and give him food. I didn"t speak to you because I was afraid for him--afraid you"d kill him or do some other awful thing to him--"
Slowly her father shook his head. "But I can"t save him now. He brought this on himself."
"Remember, he was in the right," the girl pleaded brokenly. "You won"t--you couldn"t be a partner to murder. That"s all it would be--murder--brutal, terrible, cold-blooded murder--if you kill him without a fight. It couldn"t be in defense of me--I tell you he hasn"t injured me--but was always kind to me. It would be just to take that letter away from him--"
"So he has the letter, has he?" Ray interrupted. He smiled grimly, and his tone was again flat and strained. "And he"s sick--and starving. It isn"t for your father to say, Beatrice, what"s to be done with Ben.
There"s three of us here, and he"s just one. Don"t go interfering with what doesn"t concern you, either--about the claim. You take us where he is, and we"ll decide what to do with him."
Her eyes went to his face; and her lips closed tight. Here was one thing, on this mortal earth, that she must not tell. Perhaps, by the mercy of heaven, they would not find the cave, hidden as it was at the edge of the little glade. The forests were boundless; perhaps they would miss the place in their search. She straightened, scarcely perceptibly.
"Yes, tell us where he is," her father urged. "That"s the first thing.
We"ll find him, anyway, in the morning."
The girl shook her head. She knew now that even if they promised mercy she must not reveal Ben"s whereabouts. Their rage and cruelty would not be stayed for a spoken promise. The only card she had left, her one last, feeble hope of preserving Ben"s life, lay in her continued silence. Ray"s foul-nailed, eager hands could claw her lips apart, but he could not make her speak.
"I won"t tell you," she answered at last, more clearly than she had spoken since her capture. "You said a few minutes ago I had gone over--to the opposite camp. I am, from now on. He was in the right, and he gave up his fight against you long ago. Now I want to go."
Fearing that Neilson might show mercy, Ray leaped in front of her. "You don"t go yet awhile," he told her grimly. "I"ve got a few minutes"
business with you yet. I tell you that we"ll find him, if we have to search all year. And he"ll have twice the chance of getting out alive if you tell us where he is."
She looked into his face, and she knew what that chance was. Her eyelids dropped halfway, and she shook her head. "I"d die first," she answered.
"It never occurred to you, did it, that there"s ways of _making_ people tell things." He suddenly whirled, with drawn lips, to her father.
"Neilson, is there any reason for showing any further consideration to this wench of yours? She"s betrayed us--gone over to the opposite camp--lived for weeks, willing, with Ben. I for one am never going to see her leave this camp till she tells us where he is. I"m tired of talking and waiting. I"m going to get that paper away from him, and I"m going to smash his heart with my heel. We"ve almost won out--and I"m going to go the rest of the way."
Neilson straightened, his eyes steely and bright under his grizzled brows. Only too well he knew that this was the test. Affairs were at their crisis at last. But in this final moment his love for his daughter swept back to him in all its unmeasured fullness,--and when all was said and done it was the first, the mightiest impulse in his life. Ben had been kind to her, and she loved him; and all at once he knew that he could not yield him or her to the mercy of this black-hearted man before him.
He had lived an iniquitous life; he was inured to all except the worst forms of wickedness; but for the moment--in love of his daughter--he stood redeemed. He was on the right side at last. His hand drew back, and his face was like iron.
"Shut that foul mouth!" he cautioned, with a curious, deadly evenness of tone. "I haven"t surrendered yet to you two wolves. If one of you dares to lay a hand on Beatrice, I"ll kill him where he stands."
Even as he spoke his thought went to his rifle, leaning against a dead log ten feet away. This was the moment of test: the jealousy and rivalry and hatred between himself and Ray had reached the crisis. And the spirit of murder, terrible past any demon of the Pit, came stalking from the savage forest into the ruddy firelight.
Ray leered, his muscles bunching. "And I say to you, you"re a dirty traitor too," he answered. "She ain"t your daughter any more. She"s Ben Darby"s squaw. She"s not fit for a white man to touch any more, for all her lies. You say one word and you"ll get it too."