"You will trust _me_, Bob--Nick comes as your friend. Aid him all you can, now, and be silent. When free, then will be the time to learn all."
A sign of a.s.sent succeeded, and the major withdrew a step, in order to ascertain the course Nick meant to pursue. By this time, the Indian was at work with his knife, and he soon pa.s.sed the chisel in to the prisoner, who seized it, and commenced cutting into the logs, at a point opposite to that where the Tuscarora was whittling away the wood.
The object was to introduce the saw, and it required some labour to effect such a purpose. By dint of application, however, and by cutting the log above as well as that below, sufficient s.p.a.ce was obtained in the course of a few minutes. Nick then pa.s.sed the saw in, through the opening, it exceeding his skill to use such a tool with readiness.
By this time, Willoughby was engaged with the earnestness and zeal of the captive who catches a glimpse of liberty. Notwithstanding, he proceeded intelligently and with caution. The blanket given him by his captors, as a pallet, was hanging from a nail, and he took the precaution to draw this mil, and to place it above the spot selected for the cut, that he might suspend the blanket so as to conceal what he was at, in the event of a visit from without. When all was ready, and the blanket was properly placed, he began to make long heavy strokes with the tool, in a way to deaden the sound. This was a delicate operation; but the work"s being done behind the blanket, had some effect in lessening the noise. As the work proceeded, Willoughby"s hopes increased; and he was soon delighted to hear from Nick, that it was time to insert the saw in another place. Success is apt to induce carelessness; and, as the task proceeded, Willoughby"s arm worked with greater rapidity, until a noise at the door gave the startling information that he was about to be visited. There was just time to finish the last cut, and to let the blanket fall, before the door opened. The saw-dust and chips had all been carefully removed, as the work proceeded, and of these none were left to betray the secret.
There might have been a quarter of a minute between the moment when Willoughby seated himself, with his book in his hand, and that in which the door opened. Short as was this interval, it sufficed for Nick to remove the piece of log last cut, and to take away the handle of the saw; the latter change permitting the blanket to hang so close against the logs as completely to conceal the hole. The sentinel who appeared was an Indian in externals, but a dull, white countryman in fact and character.
"I thought I heard the sound of a saw, major," he said listlessly; "yet everything looks quiet, and in its place here!"
"Where should I get such a tool?" Willoughby coolly replied; "and what is there here to saw?"
""Twas as nat"ral, too, as the carpenter himself could make it, in sound!"
"Possibly the mill has been set in motion by some of your idlers, and you have heard the large saw, which, at a distance, may sound like a smaller one near by."
The man looked incredulously at his prisoner for a moment; then he drew to the door, with the air of one who was determined to a.s.sure himself of the truth, calling aloud as he did so, to one of his companions to join him. Willoughby knew that no time was to be lost. In half-a- minute, he had pa.s.sed the hole, dropped the blanket before it, had circled the slender waist of Maud with one arm, and was shoving aside the bushes with the other, as he followed Nick from the straitened pa.s.sage between the lean-to and the rock. The major seemed more bent on bearing Maud from the spot, than on saving himself. Her feet scarce touched the ground, as he ascended to the place where Joyce had halted.
Here Nick stood an instant, with a finger raised in intense listening.
His practised ears caught the sound of voices in the lean-to, then scarce fifty feet distant. Men called to each other by name, and then a voice directly beneath them, proclaimed that a head was already thrust through the hole.
"Here is your saw, and here is its workmanship!" exclaimed this voice.
"And here is blood, too," said another. "See! the ground has been a pool beneath those stones."
Maud shuddered, as if the soul were leaving its earthly tenement, and Willoughby signed impatiently for Nick to proceed. But the savage, for a brief instant, seemed bewildered The danger below, however, increased, and evidently drew so near, that he turned and glided up the ascent. Presently, the fugitives reached the descending path, that diverged from the larger one they were on, and by which Nick and Maud had so recently come diagonally up this cliff. Nick leaped into it, and then the intervening bushes concealed their persons from any who might continue on the upward course. There was an open s.p.a.ce, however, a little lower down; and the quick-witted savage came to a stand under a close cover, believing flight to be useless should their pursuers actually follow on their heels.
The halt had not been made half-a-dozen seconds, when the voices of the party ascending in chase, were heard above the fugitives. Willoughby felt an impulse to dash down the path, bearing Maud in his arms, but Nick interposed his own body to so rash a movement. There was not time for a discussion, and the sounds of voices, speaking English too distinctly to pa.s.s for any but those of men of English birth, or English origin, were heard disputing about the course to be taken, at the point of junction between the two paths.
"Go by the lower," called out one, from the rear; "he will run down the stream, and make for the settlements on the Hudson. Once before, he has done this, as I know from Strides himself."
"D---n Strides!" answered another, more in front. "He is a sniveling scoundrel, who loves liberty, as a hog loves corn for the sake of good living. I say go the _upper_, which will carry him on the heights, and bring him out near his father"s garrison."
"Here are marks of feet on the upper," observed a third, "though they seem to be coming _down_, instead of going _up_ the hill."
"It is the trail of the fellows who have helped him to escape. Push _up_ the hill, and we shall have them all in ten minutes. Push _up_--push _up_."
This decided the matter. It appeared to Willoughby that at least a dozen men ran up the path, above his head, eager in the pursuit, and antic.i.p.ating success. Nick waited no longer, but glided down the cliff, and was soon in the broad path which led along the margin of the stream, and was the ordinary thoroughfare in going to or from the Knoll. Here the fugitives, as on the advance, were exposed to the danger of accidental meetings; but, fortunately, no one was met, or seen, and the bridge was pa.s.sed in safety. Turning short to the north, Nick plunged into the woods again, following the cow-path by which he had so recently descended to the glen. No pause was made even here.
Willoughby had an arm round the waist of Maud, and bore her forward, with a rapidity to which her own strength was altogether unequal. In less than ten minutes from the time the prisoner had escaped, the fugitives reached the level of the rock of the water-fall, or that of the plain of the Dam. As it was reasonably certain that none of the invaders had pa.s.sed to that side of the valley, haste was no longer necessary, and Maud was permitted to pause for breath.
The halt was short, however, our heroine, herself, now feeling as if the major could not be secure until he was fairly within the palisades.
In vain did Willoughby try to pacify her fears and to a.s.sure her of his comparative safety; Maud"s nerves were excited, and then she had the dreadful tidings, which still remained to be told pressing upon her spirits, and quickening all her natural impulses and sentiments.
Nick soon made the signal to proceed, and then the three began to circle the flats, as mentioned in the advance of Maud and her companion. When they reached a favourable spot, the Indian once more directed a halt, intimating his own intention to move to the margin of the woods, in order to reconnoitre. Both his companions heard this announcement with satisfaction, for Willoughby was eager to say to Maud directly that which he had so plainly indicated by means of the box, and to extort from her a confession that she was not offended; while Maud herself felt the necessity of letting the major know the melancholy circ.u.mstance that yet remained to be told. With these widely distinct feelings uppermost, our two lovers saw Nick quit them, each impatient, restless and uneasy.
Willoughby had found a seat for Maud, on a log, and he now placed himself at her side, and took her hand, pressing it silently to his heart.
"Nick has then been a true man, dearest Maud," he said, "notwithstanding all my doubts and misgivings of him."
"Yes; he gave me to understand you would hardly trust him, and that was the reason I was induced to accompany him. We both thought, Bob, you would confide in _me_!"
"Bless you--bless you--beloved Maud--but have you seen Mike--has _he_ had any interview with you--in a word, did he deliver you my box?"
Maud"s feelings had been so much excited, that the declaration of Willoughby"s love, precious as it was to her heart failed to produce the outward signs that are usually exhibited by the delicate and sensitive of her s.e.x, when they listen to the insinuating language for the first time. Her thoughts were engrossed with her dreadful secret, and with the best and least shocking means of breaking it to the major.
The tint on her cheek, therefore, scarce deepened, as this question was put to her, while her eye, full of earnest tenderness, still remained riveted on the face of her companion.
"I have seen Mike, dear Bob," she answered, with a steadiness that had its rise in her singleness of purpose--"and he _has_ shown me-- _given_ me, the box."
"But have you understood me, Maud?--You will remember that box contained the great secret of my life!"
"This I well remember--yes, the box contains the great secret of your life."
"But--you cannot have understood me, Maud--else would you not look so unconcerned--so vacantly--I am not understood, and am miserable!"
"No--no--no"--interrupted Maud, hurriedly--"I understand _all_ you have wished to say, and you have no cause to be--" Maud"s voice became choked, for she recollected the force of the blow that she had in reserve.
"This is so strange!--altogether so unlike your usual manner, Maud, that there must be some mistake. The box contained nothing but your own hair, dearest."
"Yes; nothing else. It was _my_ hair; I knew it the instant I saw it."
"And did it tell you no secret?--Why was Beulah"s hair not with it? Why did I cherish _your_ hair, Maud, and your"s alone? You have not understood me!"
"I have, dear, dear Bob!--You love me--you wished to say we are not brother and sister, in truth; that we have an affection that is far stronger--one that will bind us together for life. Do not look so wretched, Bob; I understand everything you wish to say."
"This is so very extraordinary!--So unlike yourself, Maud, I know not what to make of it! I sent you that box, beloved one, to say that you had my whole heart; that I thought of you day and night; that you were the great object of my existence, and that, while misery would be certain without you, felicity would be just as certain with you; in a word, that I love you, Maud, and can never love another."
"Yes, so I understood you, Bob."--Maud, spite of her concentration of feeling on the dreadful secret, could not refrain from blushing--"It was too plain to be mistaken."
"And how was my declaration received? Tell me at once, dear girl, with your usual truth of character, and frankness--_can_ you, _will_ you love me in return?"
This was a home question, and, on another occasion, it might have produced a scene of embarra.s.sment and hesitation. But Maud was delighted with the idea that it was in her power to break the violence of the blow she was about to inflict, by setting Robert Willoughby"s mind at ease on this great point.
"I _do_ love you, Bob," she said, with fervent affection beaming in every lineament of her angel face--"_have_ loved you, for years--how could it be otherwise? I have scarce seen any other to love; and how see you, and refrain?"
"Blessed, blessed, Maud--but this is so strange--I fear you do not understand me--I am not speaking of such affection as Beulah bears me, as brother and sister feel; I speak of the love that my mother bore my father--of the love of man and wife"----
A groan from Maud stopped the vehement young man, who received his companion in his arms, as she bowed her head on his bosom, half fainting.
"Is this resentment, dearest, or is it consent?" he asked, bewildered by all that pa.s.sed.
"Oh! Bob--Father--father--father!"
"My father!--what of him, Maud? Why has the allusion to him brought you to this state?"
"They have killed him, dearest, dearest Bob; and you must now be father, husband, brother, son, all in one. We have no one left but you!"
A long pause succeeded. The shock was terrible to Robert Willoughby, but he bore up against it, like a man. Maud"s incoherent and unnatural manner was now explained, and while unutterable tenderness of manner--a tenderness that was increased by what had just pa.s.sed--was exhibited by each to the other, no more was said of love. A common grief appeared to bind their hearts closer together, but it was unnecessary to dwell on their mutual affection in words. Robert Willoughby"s sorrow mingled with that of Maud, and, as he folded her to his heart, their faces were literally bathed in each other"s tears.
It was some time before Willoughby could ask, or Maud give, an explanation. Then the latter briefly recounted all she knew, her companion listening with the closest attention. The son thought the occurrence as extraordinary as it was afflicting, but there was not leisure for inquiry.