Part 6 (1/2)
John Eddring's hard-set jaw relaxed, trembled, and he dared not commit himself to speech. With a straight look into Colonel Blount's eyes, he turned away, and pa.s.sed on down the path, Blount looking after him more than half-yearningly.
So intent, indeed, was the latter in his gaze upon the receding figure that he did not hear the swift rush of light feet on the gallery, nor turn until Miss Lady stood before him. The girl swept him a deep courtesy, spreading out the skirt of her biscuit-colored gown in mocking deference of posture.
”Please, Colonel Cal,” said she, ”since he can't hear the dinner bell, would he be good enough to tell whether or not he will come in and eat? Everything is growing cold; and I made the biscuits.”
Calvin Blount put out his hand, and a softer shade came upon his face. ”Oh, it's you, Miss Lady, is it?” said he. ”Yes, I'm back home again. And you made the biscuits, eh?”
”You are back home,” said Miss Lady, ”all but your mind. I called to you several times. Who is that gentleman you are staring at? Why doesn't he come in and eat with us?”
Colonel Blount turned slowly as Miss Lady tugged at his arm. ”Who is he?” he replied half-musingly. ”Who is he? You tell me. He refused to eat in Calvin Blount's house; that's why he didn't come in, Miss Lady. He says he's the cow coroner on the Y. V. road, but I want to tell you, he's the finest fellow, and the nearest to a gentleman, that ever struck this country. That's what he is. I'm mighty troubled over his going away, Miss Lady, mighty troubled.” And indeed his face gave warrant to these words, as with slow footsteps and frowning brow, he yielded to the pressure of the light hand on his arm, and turned toward the gallery steps.
CHAPTER V
CERTAIN PROBLEMS
After his midday meal, Colonel Calvin Blount, wandering aimlessly and none too well content about the yard, came across one of his servants, who was in the act of unrolling the fresh bear hide and spreading it out to dry. He kicked idly at a fold in the hide.
”Look here, Jim,” he said suddenly, ”Mr. Decherd killed this b'ah, didn't he?”
”Ya.s.sah,” said Jim.
”And he shoots a rifle; and here are three holes--buckshot holes--in the hide. And you had a gun loaded with buckshot. Did you lend it to Mr. Decherd?”
”No, sah,” said Jim, turning his head away.
”Look here, boy,” said Blount. ”There is no liar, black or white, can go out with my dogs; because my dogs don't lie and I don't. Now, tell me about this.”
”Well, Cunnel,” said the boy, half ready to blubber, ”the b'ah was faihly a-chawin' ol' Fly up. He wus right at me, an' I ran up close so's not to hurt ol' Fly, and I done shot him.”
”That's all right,” said Colonel Blount. ”How about the rest?”
”Well, sah, I had the b'ah mos' skinned, when up comes Mr. 'Cherd.
'That's my b'ah,' said he. 'Co'se it is,' says I. Then he 'lowed he'd give me two dollahs ef I said he was de man dat killed de b'ah.”
Blount stared reflectively at a knot-hole in the side of the barn.
”Jim,” said he, at length, ”give me the two dollars. I'll take care of that.” So saying, he swung on his heel and turned away.
The day was now far advanced, and the great white house had grown silent. As Blount entered, he met no one at first, but finally at the door of a half-darkened room midway of the hall, he heard the rustle of a gown and saw approaching him the not uncomely figure of the quasi-head of the menage, Mrs. Ellison. The latter moved slowly and easily forward, pausing at the doorway, where, so framed, she presented a picture attractive enough to arrest the attention of even a bear-hunting bachelor.
”I am glad to see you back, Colonel,” said she. ”I am always so uneasy when you are away;” she sighed.
Blount felt himself vaguely uncomfortable, but was not quite able to turn away.
”I was just in my room,” said Mrs. Ellison, ”as I heard you pa.s.sing by. I had a little headache.”
”That's too bad,” said Colonel Blount, and turned again to go. The unspoken invitation of the other still restrained him. She leaned against the door, soft-eyed, her white hand waving an effective fan, an attractive, a seductive picture.
”Why don't you ever come in and sit down and talk to me for a minute?” said she, at length. ”I scarcely see you at all any more.”
Blount gathered an uneasy hint of something, he knew not what; yet he followed her back into the half-darkened room, and presently, seated near her, and wrapped in his own enthusiasms, forgot all but the bear chase, whose incidents he began eagerly to relate. His vis-a-vis sat looking at him with eyes which took in fully the careless strength of his tall and strong figure. For some time now her eyes had rested on this same figure, this man who had to do with work and the chase, with hards.h.i.+p and adventure, and never anything more gentle--this man who could not see!
”You must be more careful,” said Mrs. Ellison. ”But still, you are safely back, and I'm glad you had good luck.”