THE DAWN OF DEEPER INTEREST
It tested his skill as a boatman to locate the exact spot sought amid
that gloom, yet he finally attained to it closely enough so I was able
to get ashore, wading nearly thigh deep in water and mud, but only to
learn that the boat, which I had provisioned earlier in the evening,
had disappeared from its moorings. No trace of it could be found in
the darkness, although I devoted several minutes to the search. To my
mind this was positive evidence that Pete had returned, accompanied by
the two frightened women, and that, finally despairing of my arrival,
had departed with them up the river. In all probability we would
overhaul the party before morning, certainly before they could attain
the mouth of the Illinois. Their heavy rowboat would be compelled to
creep along close in shore to escape the grasp of the current, while
our engine gave us every advantage. I made my way back to the
keel-boat with this information, and the laboring engine began to chug
even while I was briefly explaining the situation to Rene. She
listened almost wearily, asking but few questions, and both of us soon
lapsed into silence. A little later she had pillowed her head on her
arms and apparently had fallen asleep.
I must have dozed, myself, as the hours passed, although hardly aware
of doing so. The soft, continuous chugging of the engine, the swash of
water alongside, the ceaseless sweep of the current, and the dark gloom
of the shadows through which we struggled, all combined to produce
drowsiness. I know my eyes were closed several times, and at last they
opened to a realization that gray, sickly dawn rested upon the river
surface. It was faint and dim, a promise more than a realization of
approaching day, yet already sufficient to afford me view of the shore
at our right, and to reveal the outlines of a sharp point of land ahead
jutting into the stream. The mist rising from off the water in
vaporous clouds obscured all else, rendering the scene weird and
unfamiliar. It was, indeed, a desolate view, the near-by land low, and
without verdure, in many places overflowed, and the river itself sullen
and angry. Only that distant point appeared clearly defined and real,
with the slowly brightening sky beyond. I endeavored to arouse myself
from stupor, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Rene had changed her
posture, but still slumbered, with face completely concealed in her
arms; but Sam was wide awake, and turned toward me grinning at my first
movement. He had a broad, good-humored face, and a row of prominent
teeth, slightly shadowed by a very thin moustache. Instinctively, I
liked the fellow on sight--he appeared both intelligent and trustworthy.
"Daylight, is it?" I said, speaking low so as not to awaken the girl.
"I must have been asleep."
"Yas, sah; yer's bin a noddin' fer de las' hour. Ah wus 'bout ter stir
yer up, sah, fer Ah reckon as how we's mos' dar."
"Most where?" staring about incredulously. "Oh, yes, Rassuer Creek.
Have we made that distance already?"
Sam's teeth glittered in another expanding of his mouth.
"Wal', we's bin a goin' et a mighty good gait, sah. She ain't done
fooled none on me all dis night," his hand laid lovingly on the engine.
"Nebber kicked up no row o' no kind--just chug, chug, chug right 'long.
'Pears like she sorter know'd dis nigger hed ter git away. Enyhow, we
bin movin' lon' now right smart fer 'bout four hours, an' Rassuer Creek
am just 'round dat p'int yonder--Ah's mighty sure ob dat, sah."
He was right, but it was broad daylight when we reached there, the
eastern sky a glorious crimson, and the girl sitting up, staring at the
brilliant coloring as though it pictured to her the opening of a new
world. I was too busily engaged helping Sam at the wheel, for the
swirl of the current about the headland required all our strength to
combat it, and eagerly scanning the irregular shore line, to observe
her closely in the revealing light; yet I knew that she had studied us
both attentively from beneath her long lashes, before turning her head
away.
Rounding the headland brought us immediately into a new country, the
river bank high and firm, a bank of rather vivid yellow clay, with
trees thickly covering the rising ground beyond. The passage of a few
hundred yards revealed the mouth of Rassuer Creek, a narrow but
sluggish stream, so crooked and encroached upon by the woods as to be
practically invisible from the center of the river. The water was not
deep, yet fortunately proved sufficiently so for our purpose, although
we were obliged to both pole and paddle the boat upward against the
slow current, and it required an hour of hard labor to place the craft
safely beyond the first bend where it might lie thoroughly concealed by
the intervening fringe of trees. Here we made fast to the bank.
I assisted Rene ashore, and aided her to climb to a higher level,
carpeted with grass. The broad river was invisible, but we could look
directly down upon the boat, where Sam was already busily rummaging
through the lockers, in search of something to eat. He came ashore
presently bearing some corn pone, and a goodly portion of jerked beef.
Deciding it would be better not to attempt a fire, we divided this, and
made the best meal possible, meanwhile discussing the situation anew,
and planning what to do next. The negro, seated at one side alone upon
the grass, said little, beyond replying to my questions, yet scarcely
once removed his eyes from the girl's face. He seemed unable to grasp
the thought that she was actually of his race, a runaway slave, or
permit his tongue to utter any words of equality. Indeed, I could not
prevent my own glance from being constantly attracted in her direction,
also. Whatever had been her mental strain and anguish, the long hours
of the night had in no marked degree diminished her beauty. To me she
appeared even younger, and more attractive than in the dim glare of the
lamplight the evening before; and this in spite of a weariness in her
eyes, and the lassitude of her manner. She spoke but little,
compelling herself to eat, and assuming a cheerfulness I was sure she
was far from feeling. It was clearly evident her thoughts were
elsewhere, and finally the conviction came to me, that, more than all
else, she desired to be alone. My eyes sought the outlines of the boat
lying in the stream below.
"What is there forward of the cockpit, Sam?" I questioned. "Beneath
the deck, I mean; there seem to be several portholes."
"A cabin, sah; 'tain't so awful big, but Massa Donaldson he uster sleep
dar off an' on."
"The young lady could rest there then?"
"Sure she cud. 'Twas all fixed up fine afore we lef Saint Louee.
Ah'll show yer de way, Missus."
She rose to her feet rather eagerly, and stood with one hand resting
against the trunk of a small tree. Her eyes met mine, and endeavored a
smile.
"I thank you for thinking of that," she said gratefully. "I--I really
am tired, and--and it will be rest just to be alone. You--you do not
mind if I go?"
"Certainly not. There is nothing for any of us to do, but just take
things easy until night."
"And then we are to go on, up the river?"
"Yes, unless, of course, something should occur during the day to
change our plan. Meanwhile Sam and I will take turns on guard, while
you can remain undisturbed."
She gave me her hand simply, without so much as a thought of any social
difference between us, and I bowed low as I accepted it, equally
oblivious. Yet the realization came to her even as our fingers met, a
sudden dash of red flaming into her cheeks, and her eyes falling before
mine.
"Oh, I forgot!" she exclaimed, drawing away. "It is so hard to
remember."
"I beg you not to try. I have but one aim--to serve you to the best of
my ability. Let me do it in my own way."
"Your own way?"
"Yes, the way of a gentleman, the way of a friend. You can look into
my face now by daylight. Please look; am I unworthy to be trusted?"
She did not answer at once, or even seem to hear my question, yet
slowly her downcast eyes lifted, until she gazed frankly into my own.
Beneath the shading lashes they were wistful, pleading, yet steadfastly
brave.
"I am at your mercy, Lieutenant Knox," she said quietly. "I must trust
you--and I do. Yes, you may serve me in your own way. We--we cannot
seem to play a part very well, either of us, so, perhaps, it will be
easier just to be natural."
I watched the two as they went down the steep bank together, and Sam
helped her over the rail into the cockpit. The narrow entrance leading
into the cabin forward was to the right of the engine, and she
disappeared through the sliding door without so much as glancing upward
toward where I remained standing. The negro left the door open, and
returned slowly, clambering up the bank.
"'Cuse me, sah," he said clumsily, as he paused before me, rubbing his
head, his eyes wandering below. "Did Ah hear right whut yer sed las'
night, 'bout how dat young woman was a nigger, a runaway frum Massa
Kirby? 'Pears like Ah don't just seem fer ter git dat right in my
head, sah."
"That is the truth, Sam, although it appears quite as impossible to me
as to you. She is a natural lady, and worthy of all respect--a
beautiful girl, with no outward sign that she is not wholly white--yet
she has the blood of your race in her veins, and is legally a slave."
"Lordy, an she nebber know'd it till just now?"
"No; I can only wonder at her meeting the truth as she does. Perhaps I
had better tell you the story--it is very brief. She is the
illegitimate daughter of a son of the late Judge Beaucaire, and a slave
mother known as Delia, a quadroon woman. The boy disappeared years
ago, before she was born, and is probably dead, and she has been
brought up, and educated exactly as if she was the Judge's own child.
She has never known otherwise, until those men came to the house the
other night."
"An'--an' de ol' Jedge, he nebber done set her free?"
"No; nor the mother. I do not know why, only that it is a fact."
"An' now she done b'long ter dis yere Massa Kirby?"
"Yes, he won all the Beaucaire property, including the slaves, in a
poker game on the river, the night Beaucaire died."
"Ah done heered all 'bout dat, sah. An' yer nebber know'd dis yere
girl afore et all?"
"No, I never even saw her. I chanced to hear the story, and went to
the house to warn them, as no one else would. I was too late, and no
other course was left but to help her escape. That is the whole of it."
He asked several other questions, but at last appeared satisfied, and
after that we discussed the guard duty of the day, both agreeing it
would not be safe for us to permit any possible pursuit to pass by us
up the river unseen. Sam professed himself as unwearied by the night's
work, and willing to stand the first watch; and my eyes followed his
movements as he scrambled across the intervening ravine, and
disappeared within a fringe of woods bordering the shore of the river.
Shortly after I lay down in the tree shade, and must have fallen asleep
almost immediately. I do not know what aroused me, but I immediately
sat upright, startled and instantly awake, the first object confronting
me being Sam on the crest of the opposite ridge, eagerly beckoning me
to join him. The moment he was assured of my coming, and without so
much as uttering a word of explanation, he vanished again into the
shadow of the woods.
I crossed the ravine with reckless haste, clambering up the opposite
bank, and sixty feet beyond suddenly came into full view of the broad
expanse of water. Scarcely had I glimpsed this rolling flood,
sparkling under the sun's rays, when my gaze turned up stream, directed
by an excited gesture of the negro. Less than a mile away, its rapidly
revolving wheel churning the water into foam in ceaseless battle
against the current, was a steamboat. It was not a large craft, and so
dingy looking that, even at that distance, it appeared dull gray in
color. A number of moving figures were perceptible on the upper deck;
two smokestacks belched forth a vast quantity of black smoke, sweeping
in clouds along the water surface, and a large flag flapped
conspicuously against the sky. I stared at the apparition, scarcely
comprehending the reality of what I beheld.
"Yer bettah stoop down more, sah," Sam urged. "Fer sum o' dem fellars
might see yer yit. Ah nebber heerd nuthin', ner saw no smoke till she
cum a puffin' 'round de end 'o dat p'int. Ah cudn't dare go fer yer
then, sah, fer fear dey'd see me, so Ah jus' nat'larly lay down yere,
an' watched her go by."
"Is it a government boat?"
"Ah reckon maybe; leastwise thar's a heap o' sojers aboard
her--reg'lars Ah reckon, fer dey's all in uniform. But everybody
aboard wan't sojers."
"You know the steamer?"
"Yas, sah. Ah's seed her afore dis down et Saint Louee. She uster run
down de ribber--she's de _John B. Glover_. She ain't no great shakes
ob a boat, sah."
His eyes, which had been eagerly following the movements of the craft,
turned and glanced at me.
"Now dey's goin' fer ter cross over, sah, so's ter keep de channel. Ah
don't reckon es how none o' dem men kin see back yere no more. Massa
Kirby he wus aboard dat steamer, sah."
"Kirby! Are you sure about that, Sam?"
"'Course Ah's sure. Didn't Ah see him just as plain as Ah see you
right now? He wus for-rad by de rail, near de pilot house, a watchin'
dis whole shore like a hawk. Dat sure wus Massa Kirby all right, but
dar wan't nobody else 'long wid him."
"But what could he be doing there on a troop boat?"
The negro scratched his head, momentarily puzzled by my question.
"Ah sure don't know, sah," he admitted. "Only dat's perzackly who it
was. Ah reckon dar ain't no boat whut won't take a passenger, an'
Kirby, he knows ebery captain 'long dis ribber. Ah figur' it out 'bout
dis way, sah; dat nobody kin tell yit which way we went--up de ribber,
er down de ribber. Long cum de _John B. Glover_, an' Massa Kirby he
just take a chance, an' goes aboard. De sheriff he goes der odder way,
down stream in a rowboat; an' dat's how dey aims ter sure head us off."
I sat down at the edge of the bluff, convinced that the conclusions of
the negro were probably correct. That was undoubtedly about how it had
happened. To attempt pursuit up stream with only oars as propelling
power, would be senseless, but the passage upward of this troop boat
afforded Kirby an opportunity he would not be slow to accept. Getting
aboard would present no great difficulty, and his probable acquaintance
with the captain would make the rest easy.
The steamer by this time was moving diagonally across the river, head
toward the other shore, and was already so far away the men on deck
were invisible. It was scarcely probable that Kirby would go far
northward, but just what course the man would take when once more
ashore was problematical. Where he might choose to seek for us could
not be guessed. Yet the mere fact that he was already above us on the
river was in itself a matter for grave consideration. Still, thus far
we remained unlocated, and there was less danger in that direction than
down stream. Donaldson, angered by the loss of his boat, and the
flight of Sam, would surely see to it that no craft slipped past St.
Louis unchallenged. In this respect he was more to be feared than
Kirby, with a hundred miles of river to patrol; while, once we attained
the Illinois, and made arrangements with Shrunk, the immediate danger
would be over. Then I need go no farther--the end of the adventure
might be left to others. I looked up--the steamer was a mere smudge on
the distant bosom of the river.