Kenneth fell into profound cogitation. Evidently Lapelle had waited at the edge of the forest for a report of some description from the farmhouse belonging to Rachel Carter. In all probability Viola was still at the farm with her mother, and either she had sent a message to her lover or had received one from him. Or, it was possible, Lapelle had despatched his man to the farmhouse to ascertain whether the girl was there, or had been hurried on into the town by her mother. In any case, the disgruntled lover was not content to acknowledge himself thwarted or even discouraged by the miscarriage of his plans of the night just ended. Kenneth found himself wondering if the incomprehensible Viola would prove herself to be equally determined. If so, they would triumph over opposition and be married, whether or no. He was conscious of an astounding, almost unbelievable desire to stand with Rachel Carter in her hour of trouble.
His thoughts went back, as they had done more than once that morning, to Viola"s artful account of his own father. He had felt sorry for her during and after the recital and now, with the truth revealed to him, he was even more concerned than before,--for he saw unhappiness ahead of her if she married this fellow Lapelle.
He went even farther back and recalled his own caustic opinions of certain young rakes he had known in the East, wherein he had invariably a.s.severated that if he "had a sister he would sooner see her dead than married to that rascal." Well,--here he was with a sister,--and what was he to do about it?
Zachariah, observing the dark frown upon his master"s face, and receiving no answer to a thrice repeated question, fell silent except for the almost inaudible hymn with which he invited consolation.
From afar in the thick wood now came the occasional report of a gun, proof that hunters were abroad. Many times Kenneth was roused from his reverie by the boom and whiz of pheasants, or the ring of a woodman"s axe, or the lively scurrying of ground squirrels across his path. They forded three creeks before emerging upon a boggy, open s.p.a.ce, covered with a ma.s.s of flattened, wind-broken reeds and swamp gra.s.s, in the centre of which lay a wide, still bayou partially fringed by willows with the first sickly signs of spring upon them in the shape of timid mole-ear leaves. Beyond the bridge over the ca.n.a.l-like stream which fed the bayou was a ridge of hills along whose base the road wound with tortuous indecision.
The first log cabin they had seen since entering the wood nestled among the scrub oaks of the hill hard by. The front wall of the hut was literally covered with the pegged-up skins of foxes, racc.o.o.ns and what were described to Kenneth as the hides of "linxes," but which, in reality, were from the catamount. A tall, bewhiskered man, smoking a corncob pipe, leaned upon the rail fence, regarding the strangers with lazy interest.
Kenneth drew rein and inquired how far it was to Lafayette.
""Bout two mile an" a half," replied the man. "My name is Stain, Isaac Stain. I reckon you must be Mister Kenneth Gwynne. I heerd you"d be along this way some time this mornin"."
"I suppose Mr. Lapelle informed you that I was coming along behind,"
said Kenneth, smiling.
""Twuzn"t Barry Lapelle as told me. I hain"t seen him to-day."
"Didn"t he pa.s.s here within the hour?"
"Nope," was the laconic response.
"I met him back along the road. He was coming this way."
"Must "a" changed his mind."
"He probably took another road."
"There hain"t no other road. I reckon he turned off into the wood an" "lowed you to pa.s.s," said Mr. Stain slowly.
"But he was in great haste to reach town. He may have pa.s.sed when you were not--"
"He didn"t pa.s.s this place unless he was astraddle of an eagle er somethin" like that," declared the other, grinning. "An" even then he"d have to be flyin" purty doggone high ef I couldn"t see him.
Nope. I guess he took to the woods, Mr. Gwynne, for one reason er "nother,--an" it must ha" been a mighty good reason, "cause from what I know about Barry Lapelle he allus knows which way he"s goin"
to leap long before he leaps. He"s sorter like a painter in that way."
Kenneth, knowing that he meant panther when he said painter, was properly impressed.
"It is very strange," he said, frowning. It was suddenly revealed to him that if Lapelle had tricked him it was because the messenger had brought word from Viola, at the farmhouse, and that the baffled lovers might even now be laying fresh plans to outwit the girl"s mother. This fear was instantly dissipated by the next remark of Isaac Stain.
"Nope. It wuzn"t him that told me about you, pardner. It wuz Violy Gwyn. She went by here with her ma, jes" as I wuz startin" off to look at my traps,--"long about seven o"clock, I reckon,--headed for town. She sez to me, sez she: "Ike, there"ll be a young man an" a darkey boy come ridin" this way some time this forenoon an"
I want you to give him a message for me." "With pleasure," sez I; "anything you ask," sez I. "Well," sez she, "it"s this. Fust you ask him ef his name is Kenneth Gwynne, an "ef he sez it is, then you look an" see ef he is a tall feller an" very good-lookin", without a beard, an" wearin" a blue cape, an" when you see that he answers that description, why, you tell him to come an" see me as soon as he gits to town. Tell him it"s very important." "All right,"
sez I, "I"ll tell him.""
"Where was her mother all this time?"
"Settin" right there in the buggy beside her, holdin" the reins.
Where else would she be?"
"Did she say anything about my coming to see her daughter?"
"Nope. She never said anythin" "cept "Good mornin", Ike," an" I sez "Good mornin", Mrs. Gwyn." She don"t talk much, she don"t. You see, she"s in mournin" fer her husband. I guess he wuz your pa, wuzn"t he?"
"Yes," said Kenneth briefly. "Was there anything else?"
"Nothin" to amount to anything. Violy sez, "When did you get the linx skins, Ike?" an" I sez, "Last Friday, Miss Violy," an" she sez, "Ain"t they beautiful?" an" I sez--"
"She wants me to come to her house?" broke in Kenneth, his brow darkening.
"I reckon so."
"Well, I thank you, Mr. Stain. You are very kind to have waited so long for me to arrive. I--"
"Oh, I"d do a whole lot more"n that fer her," said the hunter quickly. "You see, I"ve knowed her ever since she wuz knee-high to a duck. She wuzn"t more"n five or six when I brung her an" her folks up the Wabash in my perogue, all the way from Vincennes, an"
it wuz me that took her down to St. Louis when she went off to school--her an" some friends of her pa"s. Skinny, gangling sort of a young "un she wuz, but let me tell you, as purty as a picter.
I allus said she"d be the purtiest woman in all creation when she got her growth an" filled out, an", by hokey, I wuz right. Yes, sir, I used to run a boat on the river down below, but I give it up quite awhile ago an" come up here to live like a gentleman."
He waved his hand proudly over his acre and a half estate. "I wuz talkin" to Bill Digby not long ago an" he sez this is a wonderful location for a town, right here at the fork of two o" the best fishin" cricks in the state. An" Bill he"d ort to know, "cause he"s laid out more towns than anybody I know of. The only trouble with Bill is that as soon as he lays "em out somebody comes along an"
offers him a hundred dollars er so fer "em, er a team of hosses, er a good c.o.o.n dog, an" he up an" sells. Now, with me, I--Got to be movin" along, have you? Well, good-bye, an" be a little keerful when you come to Durkee"s Run bridge. It"s kinder wobbly."
They were fording a creek some distance beyond Stain"s cabin when Kenneth broke the silence that had followed the conversation with the hunter by exploding violently:
"Under no circ.u.mstances,--and that"s all there is to it."
Zachariah, ever ready to seize an opportunity to raise his voice, either in expostulation or agreement, took this as a generous opening. He exclaimed with commendable feeling:
"Yas, suh! Undeh no suckemstances! No, suh!"
"It is not even to be thought of," declared his master, frowning heavily.
"No, suh! We can"t even think about it, Ma.r.s.e Kenneth," said Zachariah, a trifle less decisively.
"So that is the end of it,--absolutely the end."
"Dat"s what Ah say,--yas, suh, dat"s what Ah say all along, suh!"
His master suddenly turned upon him. "I cannot go to that woman"s house. It is unthinkable, Zachariah."
Zachariah began to see light. "Yo" all got to be mighty car"ful "bout dese yere strange women, Ma.r.s.e Kenneth. Don" you forget what done happen in "at ole Garden of Eden. Dis yere old Eve, she--"
"Still I am greatly relieved to know that she is in town and not out on the farm. It is a relief, isn"t it, Zachariah?"
"Yas, suh,--hit sho"ly am."
They progressed slowly up a long hill and came to an extensive clearing, over which perhaps half a dozen farmhouses were scattered.
Beyond this open s.p.a.ce they entered a narrow strip of wood and, upon emerging, had their first glimpse of the Wabash River.
Stopping at the brow of the hill, they looked long and curiously over the valley into which they were about to descend. The panorama was magnificent. To the left flowed the swollen, turgid river, high among the willows and sycamores that guarded the low-lying bank. Far to the north it could be seen, a clayish, ugly monster, crawling down through the heart of the bowl-like depression. Mile after mile of spa.r.s.ely wooded country lay revealed to the gaze of the travellers, sunken between densely covered ridges, one on either side of the river. Half a mile beyond where they stood feathery blue plumes of smoke rose out of the tree tops and, dispersing, floated away on the breeze,--and there lay the town of Lafayette, completely hidden from view.