Part 20 (1/2)
Tusk was even about to follow, having no intention of incurring the devil's displeasure; but Brent spoke softly from his hiding place and his satellite obediently returned.
”You've done very well, this time,” the pseudo Mephisto whispered.
”Don't tackle him again till I say. Now go home.” And to emphasize this he put his teeth over the end of the little torch and flashed it. Again Tusk sprang away with a snarl of fear, and Brent croaked in a sepulchral voice: ”Nothing'll hurt you as long as you obey me, Mr. Faust. Now beat it!”
The terrified man did this willingly enough and when he had been swallowed into the night Brent, stepping around the bush, confronted Nancy.
”I didn't know you were heah when I came,” she explained, with a shade of uneasiness in her voice and embarra.s.sment in her eyes.
”You heard everything, didn't you,” he said regretfully. ”I might have spared you this.”
”You needn't of,” she replied. ”Pappy came in boastin' of what Tusk was goin' to do for him, so I slipped out to listen. But I tried to stop him, honest I did; an' I'm awful sorry any of my people 'd treat you that a-way!”
”Great G.o.d,” he said in a husky voice, taking her hands, ”how can you feel sorry when I was all to blame!”
”Oh, Brent,” she looked away, ”we mustn't ever speak of that!” She had withdrawn her hands and now stood somewhat apart, glancing toward the house and contemplating a dash for it. He read this.
”Not yet,” he said. ”You can't go in yet, for I want to talk to you--I want to be honest with you. Come!”
As though drawn by some invisible force she followed, and together they walked down the pike until the house was shut from view. He turned then, and was about to speak but waited, listening. It was one of those very still nights of heavy atmosphere when sounds carry great distances, and he had detected the leisurely galloping of two horses. Soon he heard them slow down at the stream where he and Tusk had fought; then a wave of laughter, mingled with the splash of water and iron shod hoofs striking upon loose stones, reached him. After this the galloping recommenced.
Had he wanted he might have stepped farther into the shadows and escaped detection; but he waited until they were nearly abreast, then called.
Dale pulled up with a jerk, and Jane leaned over her pummel peering into the darkness where they stood. He spoke now, and she answered:
”h.e.l.lo, Brent! Oh, is it you, Nancy?”
Try as she did, with all of her might, to make this greeting natural, the alert perception of the engineer heard only her surprise--her hurt surprise--that Nancy was there. Had she come unexpectedly upon Nancy in a foreign hospital bed, she might have said it--to Brent's ears--in identically the same way.
”We didn't want you to pa.s.s without saying howdy,” Brent explained.
”Where away in such a hurry?”
”I supped this night with my lord John May,” she had rallied now, ”and Sir Dale is seeing me on the road. Whence lies your way?”
”The way of the penitent,” he declared.
”'Tis not so hard as the transgressor's,” she warned, galloping on.
”Why did you stop her?” Nancy asked, looking at him in wonder. ”She needn't have seen you heah?”
”I wanted her to see--how pretty you are,” he answered; but during that pause, slight as it was, she realized he had stubbornly, defiantly, baffled his pride.
”Didn't you say something about bein' honest?” she navely asked.
His face grew sober. ”I wanted her to see us; I want her to know I think it's a compliment if you talk to me by the roadside. That's all. No, it isn't all,” he went on. ”I want you to decide something, and now it'll be easier for you to decide, because they did see us. I'm in earnest; I don't want any prudish weights on this conversation. If they think there's something wrong, so much the better. But the very first thing I want to say to you is, that I've been a pup. I want to be a man with you--as much of a man as you were a n.o.ble girl by coming over to Arden the other night!” She was staring at him in utter amazement. ”You saw through me that night,” he was talking more hurriedly. ”You know what a scoundrel I was! There's no use mincing words, no use holding up the mask any more. If it hurts you, remember I'm not sparing myself;--I couldn't spare myself, for you've made me feel too unutterably low. But I do want to be honest with you!”
”Brent,” she gave a curious little laugh, ”what's the matter with you tonight?”
”There's nothing the matter--yes, there is, too! There's everything the matter. I'm just a curl of smoke from h.e.l.l when I drink too much. Any draft of desire takes me with it--sucks me up the black flues of intrigue and adventure. I'm making no excuses, for I like it. It's fascinatingly kaleidoscopic. It's Life; reflected and re-reflected in Life's thousand mirrors, with the beauties magnified and the dull places rubbed out. No apology for myself--but I'm accountable to you when you're drawn into it!”
He was talking blindly, impulsively ahead, carried on a wave of self denunciation, and not considering that she might be wholly perplexed by the metaphors which sprang so rapidly from his tongue.