They had drifted on and on.
A little to the left a vessel was riding at anchor, and Dexie felt sure
there must be someone on board who would help her. If she could only alter
the course of the boat and get into the current, it might bring them near
enough to attract attention, then she would shout for help.
There was a long silence between them. Hugh regarded her earnestly, feeling
sure she would give in at last. Dexie had no thought of doing so, but was
striving to think of some way to escape him. As she sat, her hands folded
in her lap, she studied well the position of the vessel; noting also the
ladders that hung over the side, and a daring thought entered her mind.
"Dear me!" she said at last, "this is getting very monotonous. I am tired
doing nothing. I think I might learn how to use an oar, even though I may
never have the chance to put my knowledge into practice."
She reached forward and grasped a light oar, handling it rather awkwardly,
as a novice might, but succeeded at last in getting the blade over the
side, more by chance than good management, apparently.
"I thought you knew how to use an oar already," said Hugh, his mind turned
a moment from the subject that had been absorbing him. He watched the
spasmodic dabs that Dexie was making, not thinking there was any purpose in
the seemingly awkward efforts at rowing.
"Well, no--I'm not much of a hand at it--I must confess, but I think--I
could learn--in time," and she glanced up to see if they were nearing the
vessel; but Hugh followed her look and instantly surmised her intention.
"Ha! I see your scheme! Let me warn you not to make any outcry in hope of
getting assistance from that vessel, for I tell you it would come too
late."
"I am not afraid of your threats, sir, as you might know by this time,"
said Dexie, in a firm voice. "I do not forget the time you were going to
throw me from the roof, if I did not say the words you wished to hear. I am
a good swimmer, let me tell you, so you will not find me so easy to drown
as you may imagine; however, accidents will happen, and I would fain die a
dry death, so take up the oars and turn back to the city, or I shall jump
overboard, and try and make for that vessel."
"Sit down, Dexie," said Hugh, fiercely. "Do you think I am such a fool as
to let you escape me, after all? Let me tell you, I planned for all
emergencies before I asked you to come out with me, and yesterday I made my
will and settled up my affairs by writing a letter for your father, in case
we do not return. So take care, it remains with you if there shall be a
tragedy. There shall be no risk of a separation, for if you make any effort
to escape, it will be stopped by this," and a bright revolver gleamed in
the rays of the setting sun.
Dexie shuddered in spite of herself. The dread of firearms was as strong in
her as in most of her sex, and she shrank back in her seat with a horrified
look.
"A fine proof of your regard, I must say, to carry a loaded revolver on
purpose to shoot me!" was the scornful reply.
"I prepared it for myself alone. Don't drive me to use it against either of
us. Will you promise not to call for help?"
And looking at the murderous toy she gave the promise; and Hugh, knowing
she would keep it, laid it on the seat beside him.
"Alone, and with a madman! Heaven help me!" was Dexie's thought. Her heart
beat wildly. She dared not take her eyes from his face. But there was
something in her glance that had power to subdue him, and, feeling this,
she met his gaze unflinchingly. The oar still lay across her lap. Gently,
with an almost imperceptible motion, its blade reached the water, and
slowly, very slowly, the distance between the boat and vessel was
shortened. She sat back in her seat so still that the slight movement of
her wrists was not observed, for Hugh's eyes seemed riveted to her face;
there seemed a mesmeric power in the depths of her eyes that held him, and
obliterated all else from his mind.
Dexie's heart gave a great throb as the shadow of the vessel fell across
the boat; but still he saw nothing till Dexie bent forward to give the
strong pull to the oar that would give her freedom or death. The boat
answered the touch and gave a sideward lurch that sent it broadside against
the vessel, and Hugh woke as from a trance. One upward glance, and he
sprang forward to thrust the boat aside and keep her off. But as he turned
his back Dexie sprang up, and it was but the work of an instant to slip the
revolver into her pocket, and as the boat swept past she grasped the rope
ladder that hung from the vessel's side.
Terror seemed to lend her wings, for she found herself on the vessel's deck
before she had time to draw a breath, where half fainting she lay for some
moments, thanking Heaven for her safety.
But was she yet safe? No sign of life appeared on deck; but might there not
be a number of sailors, drunk, below? Would she be any safer in their
company than with Hugh? She shut her teeth hard at the thought, and
slipping her hand into her pocket, with fear and trembling, she pulled out
the revolver, and laid it at her side. How had she dared to touch it? Yet,
while facing Hugh, the possession of that revolver seemed the one thing to
be desired; but now that she had it she dreaded to touch it, though it was
her only protector in this, her awful position.
When the boat slipped clear of the vessel, and Hugh turned about and
realized that he was alone, he sank down on the seat as if powerless to
move.
Where was Dexie? How had she escaped? No cry had reached his ears, no sound
of splashing water warned him that she had gone over the side. Yet he was
alone, Alone!
His terrified glance swept the water around him, as if he expected to see
her upturned face in the waves that mocked his misery by their ceaseless
motion.
Merciful Heaven, had he lost her, after all; lost the life that was dearer
to him than his own? It could not be. A few rapid strokes, and he was again
at the vessel's side, intending to summon assistance from those on board to
aid him in his search. Had either of them known that the two men on board
the vessel were hopelessly drunk in their berths below, and that the rest
of the crew were about returning from Halifax charged with hell-fire in the
shape of Water Street whiskey, it might have made some difference in the
actions of both.
Dexie watched Hugh's movements with interest, but when she saw him
approaching the vessel her fear of him again increased, and she rose and
confronted him.
"Don't come any nearer, I warn you!" she cried. "I hold the revolver now,
and I shall not scruple to use it for my own safety."
"Dexie, how did you get there?" was the relieved reply. "Put down that
revolver before you do harm with it. You must come back in the boat! Do you
think you are safe among a lot of sailors!"
Hugh seemed perfectly sane how, whatever may have been the condition of his
mind previously, and he shuddered as her unprotected condition flashed over
him.
"Keep off, McNeil! don't come any nearer at your own peril! I will trust
myself among a shipload of drunken sailors before I will put myself in your
power again."
"Dexie, I'll give you my word of honor to take you home at once, if you
will leave the vessel. Come, you need not fear me any more; I think I must
have been mad."
"Keep off, I tell you! I am not so foolish as you think! I don't forget you
prepared that revolver in your sober senses, whatever may have been your
state of mind awhile ago. Keep back, or you shall have the bullet you
prepared for me!"
What could he do? She seemed terribly in earnest, yet, if she did not come
back with him, how should she be able to return at all? Should he make a
dash and rescue her against her will? She seemed to define his thoughts,
for she leaned over the side, saying:
"Go at once, and send someone for me, for if I ever reach Halifax again it
won't be under your care! Go, I say! I hate you! I _hate_ you! You need not
try to reach me," as Hugh rowed nearer. "You just touch that ladder, and
you will find my bleeding body here, not a living person!"
Hugh sat in the boat irresolute, not knowing what to do.
"I cannot leave you there, Dexie; you _must_ come back to me, and come
quickly before you are discovered. I swear I will row you home at once, and
not trouble you with a word," and the boat almost touched the vessel's
side. It was heavily laden, and sat low in the water, and Dexie felt the
distance between them was very short indeed. If Hugh insisted on reaching
her, the struggle would be short and soon over, for nothing would persuade
her to go back in the boat with Hugh again. She raised her arm; and the
sound of a shot was sent over the water, followed simultaneously with a
sharp, splintering sound, as the little leaden missile tore its way along
the stern of the little boat.
Dexie look around, expecting the sound would surely bring someone from
below, and if that someone was not sober, Hugh was still near enough to
help her. But no one appeared; she seemed the only living person on board.
She looked back at Hugh. She had not hurt him, nor had she intended to do
so, but she struck much nearer than she knew, and Hugh went back a stroke
or two.
"Do you believe I am in earnest now?" she asked, as she still held the
revolver in her hand. "Go and bring someone for me while there is time, for
I will never go back with you!"
But as Hugh bent to the oars, sending the little craft so swiftly to do her
bidding, the courage that had hitherto sustained her suddenly vanished.
Alone and unprotected, what might not happen to her? But it was too late to
call Hugh back now, so she must face whatever fate there was in store for
her. What if Hugh had no intention of sending help to her, and should leave
her there? Oh, for some chance to get away!
Dexie had almost given up in despair when the muffled sound of oars was
borne on her ears. She sprang quickly to the other side of the vessel and
looked anxiously in the direction of the sound. Soon the rower came in
sight, and by the stripes and epaulets of the wearer she recognized him as
a military officer, whose strong, rapid strokes were rapidly taking him
citywards. Oh, if he would only take her with him! Dare she ask him? The
hitherto-despised soldier seemed an angel of mercy, as the hope of rescue
sprang up again in her heart. But he is coming near, and she must not let
the chance slip. How should she hail him? In what words make known her
peril? She felt stupid, just when she needed her readiest wit. He was
almost abreast the vessel before Dexie found her voice, and then in
frightened tones came the cry:
"Help, soldier! Help!"
The soldier turned his head, and rested on his oars as he listened.
"Help, soldier! Save me, I beg of you!"
The pleading tones told that the cry was from someone in trouble, and a few
strokes brought him to the vessel's side.
"What's the matter, miss? What's wrong that you are calling for help? What
can I do for you?"
"Oh, take me away from this vessel! You are going to the city, are you
not?"
"Yes; but perhaps I shall get myself into some scrape if I take you away,"
and a smile lit up his face for a moment. "How came you here? Are you here
against your will?"
"Yes, and no. Take me off quickly, and I'll explain," she replied,
hurriedly, for a movement below reached her ears.
She was soon seated opposite her deliverer, who looked at her curiously,
but said nothing till they were quite a distance from the vessel; then,
resting on his oars, he said:
"Now, tell me how you came to be on that vessel; but, first, will you tell
me your name?"
"Oh! must I--" and Dexie dropped her head.
"Well, you need not if you do not wish to. I know you, all the same, though
I have not heard your name. You are the 'American Warbler.' Now, tell me
your story."
"I hardly know how to tell it, though I don't mind you knowing about it.
There is so much to tell before you will understand how I came to be on the
vessel."
"Well, if it is all a secret, I'll promise not to tell anyone except my
wife. She might hear that I have been on the harbor with a young lady, so I
had better tell her myself," and he smilingly waited Dexie's explanation.
"Oh! since you are married, it will not be so hard to tell."
There was quite a pause. Where would she begin?
"Come, now, how did you come to be aboard the vessel?" he repeated.
"But I can't tell you _how_ until I have told you _why_," said she, trying
to control her voice, "so I must tell you all that happened this
afternoon," and, beginning from the time that Hugh prevented her from
joining her sister on the wharf, she told the story of the afternoon,
though not without skilful questionings that made the matter clear, though
hardly comprehensible. She gave no names, but mentioned Hugh as "the young
gentleman."
"You have had quite an adventure, Miss--," and he looked up thinking she
would supply the name, but she smiled and shook her head.
"Miss Jonathan, then; you must have some name for my wife to know you by,"
he added, smilingly. "Now, I don't think you did a very wise thing when you
got on a strange craft for safety. It was all right as it happened, but it
might not have happened all right. However, you are safely out of the
scrape; still, if I am not mistaken in the young man, he thinks too much of
you to really harm you."
"Do you think you know who it was?" and she looked up with a flushed face.
"Well, I suppose it was the same chap that whistled with you at the
concert, wasn't it!"
"No, indeed! I suppose I must tell you more, after all. You don't
understand the half of it yet. It was one who was, at one time, my sister's
lover, or so I thought, but he--"
"He changed his mind, I see," and there was a twinkle of fun in the eyes
that watched the face before him. "I begin to see the point now. That is
why he did not want your sister with you. May I hazard a guess and say that
perhaps it was the dark young man who was glowering at you the night of the
concert? Oh, I saw it all," as she looked up in surprise. "So it was he?"
"Yes, he was out of temper that night, I remember."
"Well, he did not look very amiable, I must say; but, for all that, you
were safer with him than on the vessel, for, if I am not mistaken, that is
the crew going aboard now," and the shouts and songs of the sailors reached
their ears as they rowed towards the vessel.
"Oh! thank you, thank you a thousand times, for coming along just when you
did! What should I have done? But I had this," and she drew forth the
revolver from her pocket.
"Great Scott! have you got that yet? What were you going to do with it?"
"I would have turned it on myself if there was no other way. Would you mind
accepting it? McNeil shall never have it back," and she laid it by his
side.
The oars were poised in the air as he caught the name. "McNeil, you said!
Not the McNeil that has had the fortune left him lately, and is considered
such a great catch?"
"Yes, he has had a fortune left him; as for being a great catch"--and the
shrug of her shoulders finished her answer.
"Well, I don't think he will have to force his attentions on the rest of
the young ladies around Halifax by the aid of a revolver anyway, if all
they say of the young man is true. He is well liked, I hear, by all who
know him. And so you won't have him?"
"No, I won't promise to marry any man, however rich he is, who would ask
it with a revolver in his possession to enforce it. I should hate him for
it."
"There spoke the woman's heart; a loaded revolver is hardly a lover's
weapon, I'll admit. What a bit of romance this will be for my wife! Have I
your permission to tell it?"
"Just as you like; but please do not tell anyone else--your soldier
friends, I mean."
"Certainly not, if you wish it; but young ladies usually like to boast of
their conquests."
"Well, on all other points McNeil is sensible, and, as he will probably
marry someone else some day, it will not be pleasant to have this affair
become known."