He stared at her in dismay. "Oh, blast the luck! She must have--Say, are you sure she"s gone?"
"I can"t find her anywhere," cried she, in distress. "I"ve been out to the barn and--Why, what ails you, Kenneth?"
"She got away without my knowing it. But maybe it"s not too late.
I can catch up with them if I hurry. Hey, Zachariah!"
"Then, you know where she is?" cried the girl, grasping his arm as he turned to rush away. "For goodness" sake, tell me! Where has she gone?"
"Why, don"t you--But of course you don"t!" he exclaimed. "You poor girl! You must be almost beside yourself,--and here I go making matters worse by--"
"Where is she?" she broke in, all the colour going from her face as she shook his arm impatiently. "Come in the house," he said gently, consolingly. "I"ll tell you all I know. There"s nothing to be worried about. She will be home, safe and sound, almost before you know it. I will explain while Zachariah is saddling Brandy Boy." He laid his hand upon her shoulder. "Come along,--dear."
She held back. "If anything happens to her and you could have--"
she began, a threat in her dark, hara.s.sed eyes.
"I had no idea she would start at such an unearthly hour. I had made up my mind to go with her, whether or not. Didn"t she tell you she had made an affidavit against Martin Hawk?"
"No. The sheriff was up here last night, just after supper, but,--Oh, Kenny, what is it all about?"
His arm stole about her shoulders. She leaned heavily, wearily against him as they walked up the drenched path.
"Have you any idea at all what time she left the house?" he asked.
"I heard her go down the stairs. It was pitch dark, but the clock struck one quite a long time afterward. I did not think anything about it then, because she often gets up in the middle of the night and goes down to sit in the kitchen. Ever since father died.
I must have gone to sleep again because I did not hear her come back upstairs. I awoke just at daybreak and got up to see if she needed me. She--she had not gone to bed at all, Kenny.--and I couldn"t find her anywhere. Then I thought that Martin Hawk and the others had come and taken her away by mistake, thinking it was me in the darkness."
"Sit down, Viola. I"ll light the fire. It"s quite chilly and you are shaking like a--"
"I want to know where she has gone," she insisted.
Then he told her briefly as much as he thought she ought to know.
She was vastly relieved. She even smiled.
"There"s no use of your trying to catch up with her. Thank you for lighting the fire, Kenny. If you don"t mind, I will sit here awhile, and I may go to sleep in this comfortable chair of yours.
Goodness, I must look awful. My hair--"
"Don"t touch it! It is beautiful as it is. I wish girls would always wear their hair in braids like that."
She yawned, stretched her legs out to the fire, and then suddenly realizing that her ankles were bare, drew them back again to the shelter of her petticoat with a quick, shy glance to see if he had observed.
"I wish I could cut it off,--like a boy"s. It is miles too long.
You might as well head Zachariah off. She has been gone since one o"clock. I am sure I heard the front door close before I dropped off to sleep. Don"t fidget, Kenny. They"ve probably got old Martin in the calaboose by this time. Mother never fails when she sets out to do a thing. That good-for-nothing sleepy-head, Hattie, never heard a sound last night. What a conscience she must have!"
He frowned at his big silver watch. "It"s after five. See here, Viola, suppose you just curl up on the sofa there and get some sleep. You look tired. I"ll put a quilt over you and--"
She half-started up from the chair, flushing in embarra.s.sment.
"Oh, I ought not to stay here, Kenny. Suppose somebody were to come along and catch me here in your--"
"Shucks! You"re my sister, aren"t you?"
"I suppose it"s all right," she said dubiously, sinking back into the chair again. "But somehow, Kenny, I don"t believe I will ever be able to think of you as a brother; not if I live a thousand years. I"m sorry to hurt your feelings, but--well, I just can"t help being a little bit afraid of you. I suppose it"s silly of me, but I"m so ashamed to have you see me with my hair down like this, and no stockings on, and only half-dressed. I--I feel hot all over.
I didn"t think of it at first, I was so worried, but now I--"
"It is very silly of you," he said, rather thickly. "You did right in coming over, and I"m going to make you comfortable now that you are here. Lie down here and get some sleep, like a good little girl, and when you wake up Zachariah will have a nice hot breakfast for you."
"I"d rather not lie down," she stammered. "Let me just sit here awhile,--and don"t bother about breakfast for me. Hattie will--"
"But he has to get breakfast anyhow," he argued.
She looked at him suspiciously. "Haven"t you had your breakfast?"
"No," he lied. Then he hurried off to give guilty instructions to Zachariah.
"Fo" de lan"s sake," the latter blurted out as he listened to his master"s orders; "is yo" all gwine to eat another breakfast?"
"Yes, I am," snapped Kenneth. "I"ll take care of Brandy Boy. You go in and clear the table,--and see to it that you don"t make any noise. If you do, I"ll skin you alive."
An hour later, Kenneth arose from his seat on the front doorstep and stole over to the sitting-room window.
She was asleep in the big rocking-chair, her head twisted limply toward her left shoulder, presenting a three-quarters view of her face to him as he gazed long and ardently upon her. He could see the deep rise and fall of her bosom. The shawl, unclasped at the throat, had fallen away, revealing the white flannel nightgown over which she had hastily drawn a petticoat before sallying forth.
He went to the kitchen door and found Zachariah sitting grumpily on the step.
"She"s still sound asleep," he announced.
"So"s dat lazy Hattie over yander," lamented Zachariah, with a jerk of his head. "Ain" no smoke comin" out"n her chimbley, lemme tell yo"."
"Fill that wash-pan and get me a clean towel," ordered his master.
He looked at his watch. "I"m going to awaken her,--in half an hour."
It was nearly seven o"clock when he stamped noisily into the sitting-room with towel and basin. He had thrice repeated his visit to the window, and with each succeeding visit had remained a little longer than before, notwithstanding the no uncertain sense of guilt that accused him of spying upon the lovely sleeper.
She awoke with a start, looked blankly about as if bewildered by her strange surroundings, and then fixed her wide, questioning eyes upon him, watching him in silence as he placed the basin of spring-water on a chair and draped the coa.r.s.e towel over the back.
"Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes, Miss," he announced, bowing deeply. "If you desire to freshen yourself a bit after your profound slumbers, you will find here some of the finest water in the universe and a towel warranted to produce a blush upon the cheek of a graven image."
"Has mother come home?" she inquired anxiously, as she drew the shawl close about her throat again. "No sign of her. Hurry along, and as soon as we"ve had a bite to eat I"ll ride down to the Court House and see if she"s there."
He left her, and presently she came out into the kitchen, her skin glowing warmly, her braids loosely coiled on the crown of her head, her eyes like violet stars.
Zachariah marvelled at his master"s appet.i.te. Recollection of an already devoured meal of no small proportions caused him to doubt his senses. From time to time he shook his head in wonder and finally took to chuckling. The next time Ma.r.s.e Kenneth complained about having no appet.i.te he would know what to say to him.
"I must run home now," said Viola at the close of the meal. "It"s been awfully nice,--and so exciting, Kenny. I feel as if I had been doing something I ought not to do. Isn"t it queer? Having breakfast with a man I never saw until six weeks ago!"
"It does my heart good to see you blush so prettily," said he warmly.
Then his face darkened. "And it turns my blood cold to think that if you had succeeded in doing something you ought not to have done six weeks ago, you might now be having breakfast with somebody else instead of with me."
"I wish you would not speak of that, Kenneth," she said severely.