"Not ill?"
"No; worse!"
"Oh, Martha! Not dead?"
"O G.o.d, I wish she were!"
An hour pa.s.sed--an hour of agony, of humiliation and despair.
Again the door opened and Jane stepped out--slowly, as if in pain, her lips tight drawn, her face ghastly white, the thin cheeks sunken into deeper hollows, the eyes burning. Only the mouth preserved its lines, but firmer, more rigid, more severe, as if tightened by the strength of some great resolve. In her hand she held a letter.
Martha lay on the bed, her face to the wall, her head still in her palms. She had ceased sobbing and was quite still, as if exhausted.
Jane leaned over the banisters, called to one of the servants, and dropping the letter to the floor below, said:
"Take that to Captain Holt"s. When he comes bring him upstairs here into my sitting-room."
Before the servant could reply there came a knock at the front door.
Jane knew its sound--it was Doctor John"s. Leaning far over, grasping the top rail of the banisters to steady herself, she said to the servant in a low, restrained voice:
"If that is Dr. Cavendish, please say to him that Martha is just home from Trenton, greatly fatigued, and I beg him to excuse me. When the doctor has driven away, you can take the letter."
She kept her grasp on the hand-rail until she heard the tones of his voice through the open hall door and caught the note of sorrow that tinged them.
"Oh, I"m so sorry! Poor Martha!" she heard him say. "She is getting too old to go about alone. Please tell Miss Jane she must not hesitate to send for me if I can be of the slightest service." Then she re-entered the room where Martha lay and closed the door.
Another and louder knock now broke the stillness of the chamber and checked the sobs of the nurse; Captain Holt had met Jane"s servant as he was pa.s.sing the gate. He stopped for an instant in the hall, slipped off his coat, and walked straight upstairs, humming a tune as he came.
Jane heard his firm tread, opened the door of their room, and she and Martha crossed the hall to a smaller apartment where Jane always attended to the business affairs of the house. The captain"s face was wreathed in a broad smile as he extended his hand to Jane in welcome.
"It"s lucky ye caught me, Miss Jane. I was just goin" out, and in a minute I"d been gone for the night. h.e.l.lo, Mother Martha! I thought you"d gone to Trenton."
The two women made no reply to his cheery salutation, except to motion him to a seat. Then Jane closed the door and turned the key in the lock.
When the captain emerged from the chamber he stepped out alone. His color was gone, his eyes flashing, his jaw tight set. About his mouth there hovered a savage, almost brutal look, the look of a bulldog who bares his teeth before he tears and strangles--a look his men knew when someone of them purposely disobeyed his orders. For a moment he stood as if dazed. All he remembered clearly was the white, drawn face of a woman gazing at him with staring, tear-drenched eyes, the slow dropping of words that blistered as they fell, and the figure of the nurse wringing her hands and moaning: "Oh, I told ye so! I told ye so! Why didn"t ye listen?" With it came the pain of some sudden blow that deadened his brain and stilled his heart.
With a strong effort, like one throwing off a stupor, he raised his head, braced his shoulders, and strode firmly along the corridor and down the stairs on his way to the front door. Catching up his coat, he threw it about him, pulled his hat on, with a jerk, slamming the front door, plunged along through the dry leaves that covered the path, and so on out to the main road. Once beyond the gate he hesitated, looked up and down, turned to the right and then to the left, as if in doubt, and lunged forward in the direction of the tavern.
It was Sunday night, and the lounging room was full. One of the inmates rose and offered him a chair--he was much respected in the village, especially among the rougher cla.s.s, some of whom had sailed with him--but he only waved his hand in thanks.
"I don"t want to sit down; I"m looking for Bart. Has he been here?" The sound came as if from between closed teeth.
"Not as I know of, cap"n," answered the landlord; "not since sundown, nohow."
"Do any of you know where he is?" The look in the captain"s eyes and the sharp, cutting tones of his voice began to be noticed.
"Do ye want him bad?" asked a man tilted back in a chair against the wall.
"Yes."
"Well, I kin tell ye where to find him,"
"Where?"
"Down on the beach in the Refuge shanty. He and the boys have a deck there Sunday nights. Been at it all fall--thought ye knowed it."
Out into the night again, and without a word of thanks, down the road and across the causeway to the hard beach, drenched with the ceaseless thrash of the rising sea. He followed no path, picked out no road.
Stumbling along in the half-gloom of the twilight, he could make out the heads of the sand-dunes, bearded with yellow gra.s.s blown flat against their cheeks. Soon he reached the prow of the old wreck with its shattered timbers and the water-holes left by the tide. These he avoided, but the smaller objects he trampled upon and over as he strode on, without caring where he stepped or how often he stumbled. Outlined against the sand-hills, bleached white under the dull light, he looked like some evil presence bent on mischief, so direct and forceful was his unceasing, persistent stride.
When the House of Refuge loomed up against the gray froth of the surf he stopped and drew breath. Bending forward, he scanned the beach ahead, shading his eyes with his hand as he would have done on his own ship in a fog. He could make out now some streaks of yellow light showing through the cracks one above the other along the side of the house and a dull patch of red. He knew what it meant. Bart and his fellows were inside, and were using one of the ship lanterns to see by.
This settled in his mind, the captain strode on, but at a slower pace.
He had found his bearings, and would steer with caution.
Hugging the dunes closer, he approached the house from the rear. The big door was shut and a bit of matting had been tacked over the one window to deaden the light. This was why the patch of red was dull. He stood now so near the outside planking that he could hear the laughter and talk of those within. By this time the wind had risen to half a gale and the moan on the outer bar could be heard in the intervals of the pounding surf. The captain crept under the eaves of the roof and listened. He wanted to be sure of Bart"s voice before he acted.
At this instant a sudden gust of wind burst in the big door, extinguishing the light of the lantern, and Bart"s voice rang out:
"Stay where you are, boys! Don"t touch the cards. I know the door, and can fix it; it"s only the bolt that"s slipped."
As Bart pa.s.sed out into the gloom the captain darted forward, seized him with a grip of steel, dragged him clear of the door, and up the sand-dunes out of hearing. Then he flung him loose and stood facing the cowering boy.
"Now stand back and keep away from me, for I"m afraid I"ll kill you!"
"What have I done?" cringed Bart, shielding his face with his elbow as if to ward off a blow. The suddenness of the attack had stunned him.
"Don"t ask me, you whelp, or I"ll strangle you. Look at me! That"s what you been up to, is it?"
Bart straightened himself, and made some show of resistance. His breath was coming back to him.
"I haven"t done anything--and if I did--"
"You lie! Martha"s back from Trenton and Lucy told her. You never thought of me. You never thought of that sister of hers whose heart you"ve broke, nor of the old woman who nursed her like a mother. You thought of n.o.body but your stinkin" self. You"re not a man! You"re a cur! a dog! Don"t move! Keep away from me, I tell ye, or I may lose hold of myself."
Bart was stretching out his hands now as if in supplication. He had never seen his father like this--the sight frightened him.
"Father, will you listen--" he pleaded.
"I"ll listen to nothin"--"
"Will you, please? It"s not all my fault. She ought to have kept out of my way--"
"Stop! Take that back! You"d blame HER, would ye--a child just out of school, and as innocent as a baby? By G.o.d, you"ll do right by her or you"ll never set foot inside my house again!"
Bart faced his father again.
"I want to tell you the whole story before you judge me. I want to--"
"You"ll tell me nothin"! Will you act square with her?"