They stood on each side of her, regarding her with secret, growing excitement. Already they had descended too far to know pity for this girl. The wide-open eyes, so dark with terror and in contrast with the stark paleness of her face, the lips that trembled so piteously, the slender, girlish figure so helpless to their depraved desires moved them not at all.
The scene was one of never-to-be-forgotten vividness. The tenderness and mercy, most of all the restraint that has become manifest in men in these centuries since they have left their forest lairs to live in permanent abodes, had no place here. About them ringed the primeval forest, ensilvered by the moon; the fire crackled with a dread ferocity; and at the edge of the thickets the motionless form of Jeffery Neilson lay with face buried in the soft, summer gra.s.s. All was silent and motionless, except the fierce crackling of the fire; except a curious, intermittent, upward twitching of the corner of Ray"s lips.
"So you and Ben are bunkies now, are you?" he asked slowly, without emphasis.
But the girl made no reply, only gazing at him with starting eyes.
"A traitor to us, and Ben"s squaw!" He turned fiercely to Chan. "I guess that gives us right to do what we want to with her. And now she can yell if she wants to for her lover to come and save her."
She did not even try to buy their mercy by informing them where they might find Ben. Only too well she knew that their dreadful intentions could not be turned aside: she would only sacrifice Ben without aiding herself. Ray moved toward her, his eyes deeply sunken, the pupils abnormally enlarged.
"You haven"t lost all your looks," he told her breathlessly. "That mouth is still pretty enough to kiss. And I guess you won"t slap--this time--"
He drew her toward him, his dark face lowering toward hers. She struggled, trying to wrench away from him. Helpless and alone, the moment of final horror was at hand. In this last instant her whole being leaped again to Ben,--the man whose strength had been her fort throughout all their first weeks in the wilds, but whom she had left helpless and sick in the distant cavern. Yet even now he would rise and come to her if he knew of her peril. Her voice rose shrilly to a scream.
"Ben--help me!"
And Ray"s hands fell from her shoulders as he heard the incredible answer from the sh.o.r.e of the lake. The brush rustled and cracked: there was a strange sound of a heavy footfall,--slow, unsteady, but approaching them as certain as the speeding stars approach their mysterious destinations in the far reaches of the sky. Ray straightened, staring; Chan stood as if frozen, his hands half-raised, his eyes wide open.
"I"m coming, Beatrice," some one said in the coverts. Her cries, uttered when her father fell, had not gone unheard. In the last stages of exhaustion, deathly pale yet with a face of iron, Ben came reeling toward them out of the moonlight.
XLII
Ben walked quietly into the circle of firelight and stood at Beatrice"s side. But while Ray and Chan gazed at him as if he were a spectre from the grave, Beatrice"s only impulse was one of immeasurable and unspeakable thankfulness. No fate on earth was so dreadful but that it would be somewhat alleviated by the fact of his presence: just the sight of him, standing beside her, put her in some vague way out of Ray"s power to harm. Exhausted, reeling, he was still the prop of her life and hope.
"Here I am," he said quietly. "The letter"s in my pocket. Do what you want with me--but let Beatrice go."
His words brought Ray to himself in some degree at least. The ridiculous fear of the moment before speedily pa.s.sed away. Why, the man was exhausted--helpless in their hands--and the letter was in his pocket. It meant _triumph_--nothing else. All Ray"s aims had been attained. With Ben"s death the claim, a fourth of which had been his motive when he had slain Ezram, would pa.s.s entirely to him,--except for such share as he would have to give Chan. His star of fortune was in the sky. It was his moment of glory,--long-awaited but enrapturing him at last.
Neilson lay seriously wounded, perhaps dead by now. Whatever his injuries, he would not go back with them to share in the gold of the claim. The girl, also, was his prey,--to do with what he liked.
"I see you"ve come," he answered. "You might as well; we"d have found you to-morrow." His voice was no longer flat, but rather exultant, boasting. "You thought you could get away--but we"ve shown you."
Ben nodded. "You are--" he strained for the name he had heard Beatrice speak so often--"Ray Brent?" His eyes fell to the form of Neilson, wounded beyond the fire. "I see you"ve been at your old job--killing. It was you who killed Ezra Melville."
Ray smiled, ever so faintly: this was what he loved. "You"re talking to the right man. Anything you"d like to do about it?"
Ben"s face hardened. "There is nothing I can do, now. You came too late.
But I would have had something to do if I had my rifle. I"m glad it was you, not Beatrice"s father. I ask you this--will you accept my proposition. To take Ezram"s letter, destroy it and me too--and let the girl go in safety?"
Beatrice stretched her bound arms and touched his hairy wrist. "No, Ben," she told him quietly. "There"s no use of trying to make such a bargain as that. Men that murder--and a.s.sault women,--won"t keep their word."
"They were about to attack you, were they?" His voice dropped a tone; otherwise it seemed the same.
"Yes--just as you came."
He turned once more to Ray, eyeing him with such a look of contempt and scorn that it smarted like a whiplash in spite of the protecting mantel of his new-found triumph. "Oh, you depraved dogs!" he told them quietly and distinctly. "You yellow, mongrel cowards!"
Ray straightened, stung by the words. "And I"ll make you wish you was dead before you ever said that," he threatened. "I"ll tell you what you wanted to know a minute ago--and I tell you no. I won"t make any deal with you. We"ll do what we like to you, and we"ll do what we like with your dirty squaw, too--the woman you"ve been living with all these months. We"ve got you where we want you. You"re in no fix to make terms.
Chan--put a rope around his legs and a gag in his rotten mouth!"
They moved toward him simultaneously, and Ben summoned the last jot of his almost-spent strength to hurl them off. They did not need deadly weapons for this wasted form. Yet for the duration of one second Ben fought with an incredible ferocity and valor.
He hurled Chan from his path, and his sound right arm leaped to Ray"s throat in a death grip. For that one instant his old-time strength returned to him,--as to Samson as his arms went about the pillars of the temple. They found him no weakling, in that first instant, but a deadly, fighting beast, the "Wolf" Darby of the provinces,--his finger nails sinking ever deeper into the flesh of Ray"s throat, his body braced against Chan"s attack. And for all that Beatrice"s arms were tied, she leaped like a she-wolf to her lover"s aid.
But such an unequal battle could last only an instant. Ray focused his attack upon Ben"s injured left arm, Chan struck once at the girl, hurling her to the ground with a base blow, then lashed brutal blows into Ben"s face. The burst of strength ebbed as quickly as it had come: his legs wilted under him, and he sank slowly to the ground.
Maddened with battle, for a moment more Chan lashed cowardly blows into his face; and he left the brutal labor only to help Ray affix ropes about his ankles. Then the two conquerors stood erect, breathing loudly.
Seemingly the utter limit of their brutality was reached,--but for the moment only. A strange and foreboding silence fell over the camp: only the sound of troubled breathing was heard above the lessening crackle of the fire. They did not turn at once again to the work of crushing Ben"s life out with their fists and boots, nor did they restrain Beatrice as she crawled over the blood-stained gra.s.s to reach her lover"s side.
"Let her go," Ray said to Charley. "She can"t help him any."
It was true. They had put up their last defense. The girl crept nearer, lying almost p.r.o.ne beside him, and her soft hands stole over his bruised flesh. But no tears came now. She was past the kindly mercy of tears.
She could only gaze at him, and sometimes dry half-sobs clutched at her throat. The man half-opened his eyes, smiling.
Life still remained in his rugged body. Even the cruel test of the last hour had not taken that from him. The st.u.r.dy heart still beat, and the breath still whispered through his lips: there was life in plenty to afford such sport as Ray and Chan might have for him.
The last, least quality of redemption--such magic and beauty as might have been wrought by the firelight dancing over the moonlit glade--was quite gone now. The powers of wickedness were in the ascendency, and this was only the abode of horror. Yet it was all tragically true, not a nightmare from which she would soon waken. This was the remote heart of Back There--a primeval land where the demons of l.u.s.t and death walked unrestrained--and the shadow of the moonlit trees fell dark upon her.
The back logs were burning dully now, and the coals were red, and Chan and Ray took seats on a huge, dead spruce to talk over their further plans. It was all easy enough. They could linger here, living mostly on meat, until the rising waters of the Yuga could carry them down to the Indian villages. Their methods and procedure in regard to Ben were the only remaining questions.
For a few minutes they took little notice of the p.r.o.ne figures at the far edge of the fading firelight. In their hands they were as helpless as Jeffery Neilson, left already by the receding radiance to the soft mercy of the shadows. Attention could be given them soon enough. Their own triumph was beginning to give way to deep fatigue.
Ben and Beatrice had talked softly at first, accepting their fate at last and trying to forget all things but the fact of each other"s presence. They had kept the faith to-night, they had both been true; and perhaps they had conquered, in some degree, the horror of death. His right hand held hers close to his lips, and only she could understand the message in its soft pressure, and the gentle, kindly shadows in his quiet eyes. But presently her gaze fastened on some object in the gra.s.s beside him.
He did not understand at first. He knew enough not to attract his enemies" attention by trying to turn. The girl relaxed again, but her hand throbbed in his, and her eyes shone somberly as if the l.u.s.ter of some strange, dark hope.
"What is it?" he asked whispering.
"I see a way out--for us both," she told him. She knew he would not misunderstand and dream that she saw an actual avenue to life and safety. "Don"t give any sign."
"Then hurry," he urged. "They may be back any instant. What is it?"
"A way to cheat "em--to keep them from torturing you--and to save me--from all the things they"ll do to me--when you"re dead. Oh, Ben--you won"t fail me--you"ll do it for me."
He smiled, gently and strongly. "Do you think I"d fail you now?"
"Then reach your good arm on the other side--soft as you can. There"s a knife lying there--your own knife--they knocked out of my hand. They"ll jump at the first gleam. You know what to do--first me, in the throat--then yourself."
His face showed no horror at her words. They were down to the most terrible realities; and as she had said, this was the way out! The great kindness still dwelt in his eyes--and she knew he would do as she asked.
One gleam of steal, one swift touch at the throat--and they would never know the unspeakable fate that their depraved captors planned for them.
_It was no less than victory in the last instant of despair!_ It was freedom: although they did not know into what Mystery and what Fear the act would dispatch them, it was freedom from Ray and Chan, none the less. And Ben welcomed the plan as might a prisoner, waiting in the death-cell, welcome a reprieve.
He turned, groping with his hand. There was no use of waiting longer.
The knife lay just beyond his reach; and softly he moved his body through the gra.s.s.