Part 14 (2/2)
”I suppose you've always had your own sweet will; but out here on the border you ought to think a little of others, if not of yourself.”
Helen maintained a proud silence.
”You might have run right into prowlin' Shawnees.”
”That dreadful disaster would not have caused you any sorrow,” she flashed out.
”Of course it would. I might have lost my scalp tryin' to get you back home,” said Jonathan, beginning to hesitate. Plainly he did not know what to make of this remarkable young woman.
”Such a pity to have lost all your fine hair,” she answered with a touch of scorn.
Jonathan flushed, perhaps for the first time in his life. If there was anything he was proud of, it was his long, glossy hair.
”Miss Helen, I'm a poor hand at words,” he said, with a pale, grave face. ”I was only speakin' for your own good.”
”You are exceedingly kind; but need not trouble yourself.”
”Say,” Jonathan hesitated, looking half-vexed at the lovely, angry face. Then an idea occurred to him. ”Well, I won't trouble. Find your way home yourself.”
Abruptly he turned and walked slowly away. He had no idea of allowing her to go home alone; but believed it might be well for her to think so. If she did not call him back he would remain near at hand, and when she showed signs of anxiety or fear he could go to her.
Helen determined she would die in the woods, or be captured by Shawnees, before calling him back. But she watched him. Slowly the tall, strong figure, with its graceful, springy stride, went down the glade. He would be lost to view in a moment, and then she would be alone. How dark it had suddenly become! The gray cloak of twilight was spread over the forest, and in the hollows night already had settled down. A breathless silence pervaded the woods. How lonely! thought Helen, with a s.h.i.+ver. Surely it would be dark before she could find the settlement. What hill hid the settlement from view? She did not know, could not remember which he had pointed out. Suddenly she began to tremble. She had been so frightened before he had found her, and so relieved afterward; and now he was going away.
”Mr. Zane,” she cried with a great effort. ”Come back.”
Jonathan kept slowly on.
”Come back, Jonathan, please.”
The borderman retraced his steps.
”Please take me home,” she said, lifting a fair face all flushed, tear-stained, and marked with traces of storm. ”I was foolish, and silly to come into the woods, and so glad to see you! But you spoke to me--in--in a way no one ever used before. I'm sure I deserved it.
Please take me home. Papa will be worried.”
Softer eyes and voice than hers never entreated man.
”Come,” he said gently, and, taking her by the hand, he led her up the ridge.
Thus they pa.s.sed through the darkening forest, hand in hand, like a dusky redman and his bride. He helped her over stones and logs, but still held her hand when there was no need of it. She looked up to see him walking, so dark and calm beside her, his eyes ever roving among the trees. Deepest remorse came upon her because of what she had said.
There was no sentiment for him in this walk under the dark canopy of the leaves. He realized the responsibility. Any tree might hide a treacherous foe. She would atone for her sarcasm, she promised herself, while walking, ever conscious of her hand in his, her bosom heaving with the sweet, undeniable emotion which came knocking at her heart.
Soon they were out of the thicket, and on the dusty lane. A few moments of rapid walking brought them within sight of the twinkling lights of the village, and a moment later they were at the lane leading to Helen's home. Releasing her hand, she stopped him with a light touch and said:
”Please don't tell papa or Colonel Zane.”
”Child, I ought. Some one should make you stay at home.”
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