The energy now applied to the hempen strand sent the ferry many feet from the sh.o.r.e out into the river, where the current was much swifter than usual, owing to the heavy rainfalls. The horses on the great c.u.mbersome craft were snorting with terror.
Crack! pish! One of the men on the sh.o.r.e used his revolver.
"An illogical and foolish way to collect debts, that!" grumbled the manager, tugging at the rope. "If they kill us, how can we requite them for our obligations?"
The river was unusually high and the current set the boat, heavily loaded, tugging at the rope. However, it resisted the strain and soon the craft grated on the sand and the party disembarked, safe from constable and bailiff in the brave, blue gra.s.s country. Only one mishap occurred, and that to Adonis, who, in his haste, fell into the shallow water. He was as disconsolate as the young hero Minerva threw into the sea to wrest him from the love of Eucharis. But in this case, Eucharis (Kate) laughed immoderately at his discomfiture.
As Barnes was not sure of the road, the strollers camped upon the bank. The river murmured a seductive cradle-song to the rushes, and, on the sh.o.r.e, from the dark and ominous background, came the deeper voice of the pines.
Constance, who had been unusually quiet and thoughtful, gradually recovered her spirits.
"Here, Mrs. Adams, is your tippet," she said with a merry smile, taking a bit of lace from her dress.
"Thank you, my dear; I wouldn"t have lost it for anything!" said the old lady, effusively, while Barnes muttered something beneath his breath.
The soldier, who had dismissed the manager"s thanks somewhat abruptly, occupied himself arranging the cushions from the chariot on the gra.s.s.
Suddenly Mrs. Adams noticed a crimson stain on his shoulder.
"Sir!" she exclaimed, in the voice of the heroine of "Oriana," "you are wounded!"
"It is nothing, Madam!" he replied.
Stripping off his coat, Barnes found the wound was, indeed, but slight, the flesh having just been pierced.
"How romantic!" gushed Susan. "He stood in front of Constance when the firing began. Now, no one thought of poor me. On the contrary, if I am not mistaken, Mr. Hawkes discreetly stood behind me."
"Jokes reflecting upon one"s honor are in bad taste," gravely retorted the melancholy actor.
"Indeed, I thought it no jest at the time!" replied the other.
"Mistress Susan, your tongue is dangerous!"
"Mr. Hawkes, your courage will never lead you into danger!"
"Nay," he began, angrily, "this is a serious offense--"
"On the contrary," she said, laughing, "it is a question of defense."
"There is no arguing with a woman," he grumbled. "She always takes refuge in her tongue."
"While you, Mr. Hawkes, take refuge--"
But the other arose indignantly and strode into the gloom. Meanwhile Barnes, while dressing the injury, discovered near the cut an old scar thoroughly healed, but so large and jagged it attracted his attention.
"That hurt was another matter," said he, touching it.
Was it the manager"s fingers or his words caused Saint-Prosper to wince? "Yes, it was another matter," he replied, hurriedly. "An Arab spear--or something of the kind!"
"Tell us about it," prattled Susan. "You have never told us anything about Africa. It seems a forbidden subject."
"Perhaps he has a wife in Tangiers, or Cairo," laughed Kate.
"He was wed in Amsterdam, Again in far Siam, And after this Sought triple bliss And married in Hindustan,"
sang Susan.
The soldier made some evasive response to this raillery and then became silent. Soon quiet prevailed in the encampment; only out of the recesses of the forest came the menacing howl of a vagabond wolf.
"Such," says Barnes in his notebook, "is the true history of an adventure which created some talk at the time. A perilous, regrettable business at best, but we acted according to our light and were enabled thereafter to requite our obligations, which could not have been done had they seized the properties, poor garments of players" pomp; tools whereby we earned our meager livelihood. If, after this explanation, anyone still has aught of criticism, I must needs be silent, not controverting his censure.
"With some amus.e.m.e.nt I learned that our notable belligerent, Mr.
Gough, was well-nigh reduced to the same predicament as that in which we found ourselves. He could not complain of his audiences, and the Band of Hope gained many recruits by his coming, but, through some misapprehension, the customary collections were overlooked. The last night of the lecture, the chairman of the evening, at the conclusion of the address, arose and said: "I move we thank Mr. Gough for his eloquent effort and then adjourn."
"The motion prevailed, and the gathering was about to disperse when the platform bludgeon-man held them with a gesture. "Will you kindly put your thanks in writing, that I may offer it for my hotel bill,"
said he.
"But for this quick wit and the gathering"s response to the appeal he would have been in the same boat with us, or rather, on the same boat--the old hand ferry! Subsequently, he became a speaker of foreign and national repute, but at that time he might have traveled from Scarboro" to Land"s End without attracting a pa.s.sing glance."
BOOK II
DESTINY AND THE MARIONETTES
CHAPTER I
THE FASTIDIOUS MARQUIS
Through the land of the strapping, thick-ribbed pioneers of Kentucky the strollers bent their course--a country where towns and hamlets were rapidly springing up in the smiling valleys or on the fertile hillsides; where new families dropping in, and old ones obeying the injunction to be "fruitful and multiply" had so swelled the population that the region, but a short time before spa.r.s.ely settled, now teemed with a st.u.r.dy people. To Barnes" satisfaction, many of the roads were all that could have been wished for, the turnpike system of the center of the state reflecting unbounded credit upon its builders.
If a people may be judged by its highways, Kentucky, thus early, with its macadamized roads deserved a prominent place in the sisterhood of states. Moreover, while mindful always of her own internal advancement, she persistently maintained an ever-watchful eye and closest scrutiny on the parental government and the acts of congress.
"Give a Kentuckian a plug of tobacco and a political antagonist and he will spend a comfortable day where"er he may be," has been happily said. It was this hardy, horse-raising, tobacco-growing community which had given the peerless Clay to the administrative councils of the country; it was this rugged cattle-breeding, whisky-distilling people which had offered the fearless Zach Taylor to spread the country"s renown on the martial field.
What sunny memories were woven in that pilgrimage for the strollers!
Remembrance of the corn-husking festivities, and the lads who, having found the red ears, kissed the la.s.ses of their choice; of the dancing that followed--double-shuffle, Kentucky heel-tap, pigeon wing or Arkansas hoe-down! And mingling with the remembrance of such pleasing diversions were the yet more satisfying recollections of large audiences, generous-minded people and substantial rewards, well-won; rewards which enabled them shortly afterward to pay by post the landlord from whom they had fled.
Down the Father of Waters a month or so after their flight into the blue gra.s.s country steamed the packet bearing the company of players, leaving behind them the Chariot of the Muses.
At the time of their voyage down the Mississippi "the science of piloting was not a thing of the dead and pathetic past," and wonderful accounts were written of the autocrats of the wheel and the characteristics of the ever-changing, ever-capricious river.
"Accidents!" says an early steamboat captain. "Oh, sometimes we run foul of a snag or sawyer, occasionally collapse a boiler and blow up sky-high. We get used to these little matters and don"t mind them."
None of these trifling incidents was experienced by the players, however, who thereby lost, according to the Munchausens of the period, half of the pleasure and excitement of the trip. In fact, nothing more stirring than taking on wood from a flatboat alongside, or throwing a plank ash.o.r.e for a pa.s.senger, varied the monotony of the hour, and, approaching their destination, the last day on the "floating palace"
dawned serenely, uneventfully.