"Get up! Get up, you filthy whelp! I"m not going to hit you again.
Get up, I say!"
He struggled to his knees and then to his feet, sagging limply against the fence, to which he clung for support. He felt for his nose, filled with a horrid, sickening dread that it was no longer on his face.
"I ought to kill you," he heard Gwynne saying. "You black-hearted, lying scoundrel. Get out of my sight!"
He succeeded in straightening up and looked about him through a mist of tears. He tried to speak, but could only wheeze and sputter. He cleared his throat raucously and spat again.
"Where--where is she?" he managed to say at last.
"Shut up! You"ve dealt her the foulest--"
He broke off abruptly, struck by the other"s expression: Lapelle was staring past him in the direction of the house and there was the look of a frightened, trapped animal in his gla.s.sy eyes.
"My G.o.d!" fell from his lips, and then suddenly he sprang forward, placing Kenneth"s body between him and the object of his terror.
"Stop her! For G.o.d"s sake, Gwynne,--stop her!"
For the first time since Barry went crashing to earth and lay as one dead, Gwynne raised his eyes from the blood-smeared face. Vaguely he remembered the swift rush of Viola"s feet as she sped past him,--but that was long ago and he had not looked to see whither she fled.
She was now coming down the steps of the porch, a half-raised rifle in her hands. He was never to forget her white, set face, nor the menacing look in her eyes as she advanced to the killing of Barry Lapelle,--for there was no mistaking her purpose.
"Drop down!" he shouted to Lapelle. As Barry sank cowering behind him, he cried out sharply to the girl: "Viola! Drop that gun! Do you hear me? Good G.o.d, have you lost your senses?"
She came on slowly, her head a little to one side the better to see the partially obscured figure of the crouching man.
"It won"t do you any good to hide, Barry," she said, in a voice that neither of the men recognized.
"Don"t be a fool, Viola!" cried Kenneth. "Leave him to me. Go back to the house. I will attend to him."
She stopped and lifted her eyes to stare at the speaker in sheer wonder and astonishment.
"Why,--you heard what he said. You heard what he called my mother.
Stand away from him, Kenneth."
"I can"t allow you to shoot him, Viola. You will have to shoot me first. My G.o.d, child,--do you want to have a man"s life-blood on your hands?"
"He said she ran away with your father," she cried, a spasm of pain crossing her face. "He said I was born before they were married.
I have a right to kill him. Do you hear? I have a right to--"
"Don"t you know it would be murder? Cold-blooded murder? No! You will have to kill me first. Do you understand? I shall not move an inch. I am not going to let you do something you will regret to the end of your life. Put it down! Drop that gun, I say! If there is to be any killing, I will do it,--not you!"
She closed her eyes. Her tense body relaxed. The two men, watching her with bated breath and vastly different emotions, could almost visualize the struggle that was going on within her. At last the long rifle barrel was lowered; as the muzzle touched the ground she opened her eyes. Slowly they went from Kenneth to the man who crouched behind him. She gazed at the b.l.o.o.d.y face as if seeing it for the first time.
The woman in her revolted at the spectacle. After a moment of indecision, she turned with a shudder and walked toward the house, dragging the rifle by the stock. As she was about to mount the steps she paused to send a swift glance over her shoulder and then, obeying the appeal in Kenneth"s eyes, reluctantly, even carefully, leaned the gun against a post and disappeared through the door.
"Stand up!" ordered Gwynne, turning to Lapelle. "I ought to kill you myself. It"s in my heart to do so. Do you know what you"ve done to her?"
Barry drew himself up, his fast swelling, bloodshot eyes filled with a deadly hatred. His voice was thick and unsteady.
"You"d better kill me while you have the chance," he said. "Because, so help me G.o.d, I"m going to kill you for this."
"Go!" thundered the other, his hands twitching. "If you don"t, I"ll strangle the life out of you."
Lapelle drew back, quailing before the look in Kenneth"s eyes. He saw murder in them.
"You didn"t give me a chance, d.a.m.n you," he snarled. "You hit me before I had a chance to--"
"I wish to G.o.d I had hit you sooner,--and that I had killed you,"
grated Kenneth.
"You will wish that with all your soul before I am through with you," snarled Barry. "Oh, I"m not afraid of you! I know the whole beastly story about your father and that--"
"Stop!" cried Kenneth, taking a step forward, his arm drawn back.
"Not another word, Lapelle! You"ve said enough! I know where you got your information,--and I can tell you, here and now, that the man lied to you. I"m going to give you twenty-four hours to get out of this town for good. And if I hear that you have repeated a word of what you said to her I"ll see to it that you are strung up by the neck and your miserable carca.s.s filled with bullets. Oh, you needn"t sputter! It will be your word against mine. I guess you know which of us the men of this town will believe. And you needn"t expect to be supported by your friend Jasper Suggs or the gentle Mr. Hawk,--Aha, THAT got under your pelt, didn"t it? If either of them is still alive at this minute, it"s because he surrendered without a fight and not because G.o.d took care of him. Your beautiful game is spoiled, Lapelle,--and you"ll be lucky to get off with a whole skin. I"m giving you a chance. Get out of this town,--and stay out!"
Barry, recovering quickly from the shock, made a fair show of bravado.
"What are you talking about? What the devil have I got to do with--"
"That"s enough! You know what I"m talking about. Take my advice.
Get out of town before you are a day older. You will save yourself a ride on a rail and a rawhiding that you"ll not forget to your dying day."
"I will leave this town when I feel like it, Gwynne," said Lapelle, drawing himself up. "I don"t take orders from you. You will hear from me later. You"ve got the upper hand now,--with that n.i.g.g.e.r of yours standing over there holding an axe in his hands, ready to kill me if I make a move. We"ll settle this in the regular way, Gwynne,--with pistols. You may expect a friend of mine to call on you shortly."
"As you like," retorted the other, bowing stiffly. "You may name the time and place."
Lapelle bowed and then cast an eye about in quest of his hat. It was lying in the road some distance away. He strode over and picked it up. Quite naturally, perhaps unconsciously, he resorted to the habit of years: he c.o.c.ked it slightly at just the right angle over his eye. Then, without a glance behind, he crossed the road and plunged into the thicket.
Kenneth watched him till he disappeared from view. Suddenly aware of a pain in his hand, he held it out before him and was astonished to find that the knuckles were already beginning to puff. He winced when he tried to clench his fist. A rueful smile twitched at the corners of his mouth.
"Mighty slim chance I"ll have," he said to himself. "Won"t be able to pull a trigger to save my life."
He hurried up the path and, without knocking, opened the door and entered the house. Hattie was coming down the stairs, her eyes as round as saucers.
"Where is Miss Viola?"
"She done gone up stairs, suh. Lan" sakes, Mistah Gwynne, what fo"
yo" do dat to Mistah Barry? He her beau. Didn"t yo"all know dat? Ah close mah eyes when she tooken dat gun out dar. Sez Ah, she gwine to shoot Mistah Gwynne--"
"Tell her I"m here, Hattie. I must see her at once. It"s all right.
She isn"t angry with me."
The girl hesitated. "She look mighty white an" sick, suh. She never say a word. Jes" go right up stairs, she did. Ah follers, "ca"se Ah was skeert about de way she look. She shutten de do" an" drop de bolt,--yas, suh, dat"s what she do. Lordy, Ah wonder why her ma don"t come home an" look after--"
"See here," he broke in, "don"t disturb her now. I will come back in a little while. If she wants me for anything you will find me out at the gate. Do you understand? Don"t fail to call me. I am going out there to wait for her mother."
It suddenly had occurred to him that he ought to intercept Rachel Carter before she reached the house, not only to prepare her for the shock that awaited her but to devise between them some means of undoing the harm that already had been done. They would have to stand together in denouncing Barry, they would have to swear to Viola that the story was false. He realized what this would mean to him: an almost profane espousal of his enemy"s cause, involving not only the betrayal of his own conscience, but the deliberate repudiation of the debt he owed his mother and her people. He would have to go before Viola and proclaim the innocence of the woman who had robbed and murdered his own mother. The unthinkable, the unbelievable confronted him.