"Would you rather we turned back?" he asked.
"I feel sure you"ll get me over," said she.
"Then," said Saterlee, "let"s put the hood down. In case we do capsize, we don"t want to get caught under it."
Saterlee on his side, and Mrs. Kimbal, not without exclamations of annoyance, on hers, broke the toggle-joints that held the dilapidated hood in place, and thrust it backward and down. At once the air seemed to circulate with greater freshness.
For some moments Saterlee considered the river, up-stream, down-stream, and across, knitting his brows to see better, for the light was failing by leaps and bounds. Then, in an embarra.s.sed voice:
"I"ve _got_ to do it," he said. "It"s only right."
"What?" said Mrs. Kimbal.
"I feel sure," he said, "that under the circ.u.mstances you"ll make every allowance, Ma"am."
Without further hesitation--in fact, with almost desperate haste, as if wishing to dispose of a disagreeable duty--he ripped open the b.u.t.tons of his waistcoat and removed it at the same time with his coat, as if the two had been but one garment. He tossed them into the bottom of the buggy in a disorderly heap. But Mrs. Kimbal rescued them, separated them, folded them neatly, and stowed them under the seat.
Saterlee made no comment. He was thinking of the state of a shirt that he had had on since early morning, and was wondering how, with his elbows pressed very tightly to his sides, he could possibly manage to unlace his boots. He made one or two tentative efforts. But Mrs. Kimbal seemed to divine the cause of his embarra.s.sment.
"_Please_," she said, "don"t mind anything--on my account."
He reached desperately, and regardlessly, for his boots, unlaced them, and took them off.
"Why," exclaimed Mrs. Kimbal, "_both_ your heels need darning!"
Saterlee had tied his boots together, and was fastening them around his neck by the remainder of the laces.
"I haven"t anybody to do my darning now," he said. "My girls are all at school, except two that"s married. So--" He finished his knot, took the reins in his left hand and the whip in his right.
At first the old mare would not budge. Switching was of no avail.
Saterlee brought down the whip upon her with a sound like that of small cannon. She sighed and walked gingerly into the river.
The water rose slowly (or the river bottom shelved very gradually), and they were half-way across before it had reached the hubs of the wheels.
But the mare appeared to be in deeper. She refused to advance, and once more turned and stared with a kind of wistful rudeness. Then she saw the whip, before it fell, made a desperate plunge, and floundered forward into deep water--but without the buggy.
One rotten shaft had broken clean off, both rotten traces, and the reins, upon which hitherto there had been no warning pull, were jerked from Saterlee"s loose fingers. The old mare reached the further sh.o.r.e presently, swimming and scrambling upon a descending diagonal, stalked sedately up the bank, and then stood still, only turning her head to look at the buggy stranded in mid-stream. The sight appeared to arouse whatever of youthful mischief remained in the feeble old heart. She seemed to gather herself for a tremendous effort, then snorted once, and kicked thrice--three feeble kicks of perhaps six inches in the perpendicular.
Mrs. Kimbal exploded into laughter.
"Wouldn"t you know she was a woman?" she said.
But Saterlee was climbing out of the buggy.
"Now," said he, "if you"ll just tie my coat round your neck by the sleeves--let the vest go hang--and then you"ll have to let me carry you."
Mrs. Kimbal did as she was told. But the buggy, relieved at last of all weight, slid off sidewise with the current, turned turtle, and was carried swiftly down-stream. Saterlee staggering, for the footing was uncertain, and holding Mrs. Kimbal high in his arms, started for sh.o.r.e.
The water rose above his waist, and kept rising. He halted, bracing himself against the current.
"Ma"am," he said in a discouraged voice, "it"s no use. I"ve just got to let you get wet. We"ve got to swim to make it."
"All right," she said cheerfully.
"Some folks," he said, "likes to go overboard sudden; some likes to go in by degrees."
"Between the two for me," said Mrs. Kimbal. "Not suddenly, but firmly and without hesitation."
She gave a little shivery gasp.
"It"s not really cold," she said. "How strong the current pulls. Will you have to swim and tow me?"
"Yes," he said.
"Then wait," she said. "Don"t let me be carried away."
He steadied her while she drew the hat-pins from her hat and dropped it as carelessly on the water as if that had been her dressing-table. Then she took down her hair. It was in two great brown, shining braids. The ends disappeared in the water, listing down-stream.
Shorn of her hat and her elaborate hair-dressing, the lady was no longer showy, and Saterlee, out of the tail of an admiring eye, began to see real beauties about her that had hitherto eluded him. Whatever other good qualities and virtues she may have tossed overboard during a stormy and unhappy life, she had still her nerve with her. So Saterlee told himself.
"It will be easier, won"t it," she said, "if you have my hair to hold by? I think I can manage to keep on my back."
"May I, Ma"am?" said Saterlee.
She laughed at his embarra.s.sment. And half-thrust the two great braids into the keeping of his strong left hand.
A moment later Saterlee could no longer keep his footing.
"Now, Ma"am," he said, "just let yourself go."
And he swam to shallow water, not without great labor, towing Mrs.
Kimbal by the hair. But here he picked her up in his arms, this time with no word spoken, and carried her ash.o.r.e. Some moments pa.s.sed.
"Well," she said, laughing, "aren"t you going to put me down?"
"Oh!" said he, terribly confused, "I forgot. I was just casting an eye around for that horse. She"s gone."
"Never mind--we"ll walk."
"It"ll be heavy going, wet as you are," said he.
"I"ll soon be dry in this air," she said.
Saterlee managed to pull his boots on over his wet socks, and Mrs.
Kimbal, having given him his wet coat from her neck, stooped and wrung as much water as she could from her clothes.
It was now nearly dark, but they found the road and went on.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"My watch was in my vest," said Saterlee.