She liked his voice--it had a deep and musical quality. She was glad he was there. Something in his strength seemed to reach out to her and give her courage.
When the pain began again, he gave her another drink from the gla.s.s, and when she drifted off, she came back to the echo of a softly-whistled tune.
"I beg your pardon," the Major said as she opened her eyes; "it is a bad habit that I permit myself when I have things on my mind. My men said they always knew by the tune I whistled the mood I was in. And that there was only one tune they were afraid of."
"What was that?"
""Good-night, Ladies----"" He threw back his head and laughed. "When I began on that they knew it was all up with them----"
She tried to laugh with him, but it was a twisted grin. "Oh," she said and began to tremble. She saw his eyes melt to tenderness. "Oh, you poor little thing."
She was conscious after that of the firm hand which held hers. The deep voice which soothed. Through all that blinding agony she was conscious of his call to courage--she wondered if he had called his men like that--over there----
When the doctor came, he shook his head. "We"d better keep her here.
She is in no condition to be moved to Hamilton Hill, not over these roads. Can you make room for her, Mrs. Flippin?"
"She can have my room," said Mary; "Fiddle and I can go up-stairs----"
They moved Madge, and Mrs. Flippin and Mary got her to bed. The Major sat in the sitting-room and talked to Randy, and as he talked he held Madge"s hat in his hand. It had a brim of straw and a crown of mauve silk. The Major, turning it round and round on a meditative finger, thought of the woman who had worn it. She was a pretty woman, a very oddly pretty woman.
"Is she related to Mrs. Waterman, Kemp?" he asked.
"No, sir. But she"s been there all summer. And then she went away, and they sent for her because Mrs. Waterman is ill."
Randy rather indiscreetly flung out, "It seems as if the trail of that Waterman crowd is over our world. I suppose we shall have to get the news of this up to them somehow."
"I can telephone Mr. Dalton, sir."
"Is Dalton still there?"
"Yes, sir. And he had a headache this morning, and stayed in bed, or he would have been in the car, sir----"
Randy wished bloodthirstily that Dalton had been in the car. Why couldn"t Dalton have been smashed instead of Madge?
"I might call up Mr. Waterman instead of Mr. Dalton," Kemp suggested.
"If Mr. Dalton"s in bed, he"ll hate to be disturbed."
"Are you afraid of him, Kemp?"
Kemp"s honest eyes met Randy"s burning glance. "No, I am not afraid.
I am leaving his service, sir."
They stared at him. "Leaving his service, why?" Randy demanded.
"He called me a fool this morning. And I am not a fool, sir."
"What made him say that?" Randy asked, with interest.
"He ordered a kidney omelette for breakfast, and I brought it, and he wouldn"t eat it, and blamed me. I am willing to serve any man, but not without self-respect, sir."
"What are you going to do now, Kemp?" the Major asked.
"Find a better man to work for."
"It won"t be hard," Randy interpolated.
"Work for me," said the Major.
Kemp was eager----! "For you, sir?"
"Yes. I need somebody to be legs for me--I"m only half a man. The place is open for you if you want it."
"I shall want it in a week;" said Kemp; "I shall have to give him notice."
"There will be three musketeers in the old Schoolhouse, Paine. We have all seen service."
"It will be the best thing that ever happened to me sir," said Kemp ecstatically, "to know that I can wait on a fighting man." He swung down the hall to the telephone as if he marched to the swirl of pipes.
"Isn"t Dalton a brute?" said Randy.
"He that calleth his brother a fool----" mused the Major. He was still turning the mauve hat in his hands. "It is queer," he said unexpectedly, "how some women make you think of some flowers. Did you notice everything Miss MacVeigh wore was lilac--and there"s the perfume of it about her things----"
"Becky"s a rose," said Randy, "from her own garden. She"s as fresh and sweet," his voice caught. "Oh, hang Dalton," he said, "I hate the whole tribe of them----"
Kemp came back to say that Oscar Waterman would be down at once. He insisted that Miss MacVeigh should be brought up to Hamilton Hill.
"He must talk with the doctor."
"He is bringing a doctor of his own. One who came down for Mrs.
Waterman."
Randy picked up his hat. "I"m going home. The same house won"t hold us----"
Kemp was discreet. "Can I help you with your car, sir?"
"I"ll come over later and look at it." Randy, escaping by the back way, walked over the hills.
The Major stayed, and was in the sitting-room with the county doctor when the others arrived.
Dr. Dabney, the county doctor, was not old. He rode to hounds and he enjoyed life. But he was none the less a good doctor and a wise one.
Waterman"s physician confirmed the diagnosis. It would be very unwise to move Miss MacVeigh.
"But she can"t stay here," said Dalton.
"Why not?"
"She can"t be made comfortable." Dalton surveyed the Flippin sitting-room critically. He was aware that Mr. Flippin was in the doorway, and that Mrs. Flippin and Mary could not fail to catch his words. But he did not care who heard what he said. All was wrong with his world. It was bad enough to have Flora ill, but to have Madge out of commission would be to forge another chain to hold him to Hamilton Hill.