WE FACE DISASTER
This unexpected discovery came to me like a blow; the very breath
seemed to desert my lungs, as I stared down at the vacant stream. We
had been out-generaled, tricked, and all our theories as to what had
occurred were wrong. The duty we had performed to the dead had cost us
our own chance to escape. Instead of being alone, as we had supposed,
we were in the midst of enemies; we had been seen, watched, and while
we loitered ashore, the murderers had stolen our boat and vanished,
leaving us there helplessly marooned. All this was plain enough now,
when it was already too late to remedy the evil. The struggling girl
emerged through the tangle of shrubs, and paused suddenly at my side,
her lips giving utterance to a cry of surprise.
"The--the boat! It is not here?"
"No; there is not a sign of it. Those fellows must be still in the
neighborhood; must have seen us when we first came."
"But, what are we to do?"
I had no ready answer, yet the echo of utter despair in her voice
stirred me to my own duty as swiftly as though she had thrust a knife
into my side. Do? We must do something! We could not sit down idly
there in the swamp. And to decide what was to be attempted was my
part. If Kirby, and whoever was with him, had stolen the missing boat,
as undoubtedly they had, they could have possessed but one
purpose--escape. They were inspired to the act by a desire to get
away, to flee from the scene of their crime. They must believe that we
were left helpless, unable to pursue them, or create alarm. Yet if it
was Kirby, why had he fled so swiftly, making no effort to take Rene
captive also? It was she he was seeking; for the purpose of gaining
possession of her these murders had been committed. Why, then, should
he run away when he must have known the girl was already in his grasp?
The same thought apparently occurred to her.
"You--you believe that Kirby did this?"
"What other conclusion is possible? We know that he passed us on the
steamer--Sam saw him plainly. It was his man, Carver, whom we found
dead in the hut. It could have been no one else."
"But," she questioned, unsatisfied, "he would have only one reason for
being here--hunting me, his slave. That was his one purpose, was it
not? If he saw us, then he must have known of my presence, that I was
here with you. Why should he make no attempt to take me with him? Why
should he steal our boat and run away?"
I shook my head, my glance shifting toward the negro, who stood just
behind us, his mouth wide open, evidently smitten speechless.
"One theory is as good as another," I said, "and mine so far have all
been wrong. What do you make of it, Sam?"
"Who, sah? Me, sah?"
"Yes, take a guess at this."
"'Pears like," he said, deliberately, rubbing his ear with one hand,
"as how it mought hav' happen'd dis yere way, sah. Ah ain't a' sayin'
it wus, it mought be. Maybe Massa Kirby nebber got no sight ob us
'tall, an' wus afeerd fer ter stay. He just know'd a party wus
yere--likely 'nough sum Black Abolitionists, who'd be huntin' him if he
didn't cl'ar out, just so soon as dey foun' dat Amos Shrunk wus ded.
Her' wus his chance, an' he done took it."
"Yet he would surely recognize the boat?"
"Yas, sah; Ah reckon he wud, sah. Dat's de truth, whut stumps me. Dat
white man am certenly full o' tricks. Ah sure wish Ah know'd just whar
he wus now. Ah'd certenly feel a heap easier if Ah did." He bent
suddenly forward, his glance at the edge of the log. "Dey ain't took
but just de one boat, sah, fer de odder am shoved under dar out'r
sight."
As I stooped further over I saw that this was true, the small rowboat,
with the oars undisturbed in its bottom, had been pressed in beneath
the concealment of the log wharf, almost completely hidden from above,
yet to all appearances uninjured. The very fact that it should have
been thus left only added to the mystery of the affair. If it had been
Kirby's deliberate purpose to leave us there stranded ashore, why had
he failed to crush in the boat's planking with a rock? Could the
leaving of the craft in fit condition for our use be part of some
carefully conceived plan; a bait to draw us into some set trap? Or did
it occur merely as an incident of their hurried night? These were
unanswerable questions, yet the mere knowledge that the boat was
actually there and in navigable condition, promised us an opportunity
to escape. While hope remained, however vague, it was not my nature to
despair. Whether accident or design had been the cause, made no
odds--I was willing to match my wits against Kirby and endeavor to win.
And I must deal with facts, just as they were.
"It is my guess," I said, "that their only thought was to get away
before the crime was discovered. The leaving of this boat means
nothing, because the steam-operated keel-boat they escaped in, could
never be overtaken, once they had a fair start. If Kirby was alone in
this affair, and had those two women in his charge, getting away would
be about all he could attend to. He'd hardly dare leave them long
enough to sink this craft. But what does he know about running an
engine?"
"Ah reckon as how he cud, sah, if he just had to," interposed the
negro. "He wus a' foolin' mor' or les' wid dat one a' comin' up frum
Saint Louee; an' he sure ask'd me a big lot o' questions. He done
seemed right handy; he sure did."
"Then that probably is the explanation. Rene, would you be afraid to
remain here alone for a little while?"
She glanced about into the gloom of the surrounding woods, her
hesitancy answering me.
"It is not a pleasant prospect I admit, but there is no possible
danger. Kirby has gone, beyond all question, but I wish to learn, if I
can, the direction he has taken. All this must have happened only a
short time ago--while we were at the cabin. The keel-boat can scarcely
be entirely out of sight yet on either river, if we could only find a
place to offer us a wide view."
"But could I not go with you?"
"Hardly with me, for I intend to swim the creek and try to reach the
point at the mouth of the Illinois, from where I can see up and down
the Mississippi. I am going to send Sam back through the woods there
and have him climb that ridge. From the top he ought to have a good
view up the valley of the Illinois. I suppose you might go with him."
"Ah sure wish yer wud, Missus," broke in the negro pleadingly. "Ah
ain't perzackly feered fer ter go 'lone, but Ah's an' ol' man, an' Ah
reckon as how a y'ung gal wus likely fer ter see mor'n Ah wud. 'Pears
like Ah's done los' my glasses."
A faint smile lighted up her face--a mere glimmer of a smile.
"Yes, Sam, I'll go," she said, glancing up into my eyes and holding out
her hand. "You wish me to, do you not?"
"I think it will be fully as well. I have some doubts as to Sam, but
can absolutely trust you. Besides there is nothing to be done here. I
shall not use the boat, then if anyone does chance this way, they will
find nothing disturbed. You still retain the pistol?"
She nodded her response and without delaying my departure longer, I
lowered myself into the water and swam toward the opposite shore,
creeping forth amid a tangle of roots, and immediately disappearing in
the underbrush. Sam had already vanished, as I paused an instant to
glance back, but she lingered at the edge of the wood to wave her hand.
I found a rough passage for the first few rods, being obliged to almost
tear a way through the close growth and unable to see a yard in
advance. But this ended suddenly at the edge of the sand flat, with
the converging waters of the two rivers visible just beyond. My view
from here was narrowed, however, by high ridges on both sides, and,
with a desire not to expose myself to any chance eye, I followed the
line of forest until able to climb the slope, and thus attain the crest
of the bluff.
From this vantage point the view was extensive, both up and down the
big river, as well as across to the opposite bank. For miles nothing
could escape my eyes, the mighty stream sweeping majestically past
where I lay, liquid silver in the sunshine. Its tremendous volume had
never so impressed me as in that moment of silent observation, nor had
I ever realized before its sublime desolation. Along that entire
surface but three objects met my gaze--a small island, green with
trees, seemingly anchored just beyond the mouth of the Illinois; a
lumbering barge almost opposite me, clearly outlined against the
distant shore, and barely moving with the current; and far away below a
thin smudge of smoke, arising from behind a headland, as though curling
upward from the stack of some steamer. I watched this closely, until
convinced the craft was bound down stream and moving swiftly. The
smudge became a mere whisp and finally vanished entirely. I waited
some time for the vessel to appear at the lower end of the bend, but it
was then only a speck, scarcely distinguishable. I felt no doubt but
what this was the stolen keel-boat, speeding toward St. Louis.
Armed, as I believed, with this knowledge that Kirby had actually fled,
beyond any possibility of doing us any further injury, I did not hurry
my return, but remained for some time on the bluff, watching those
rushing waters, and endeavoring to outline some feasible plan for the
coming night. With this final disappearance of the gambler we were
left free to proceed, and it seemed to me with no great danger of
arousing suspicion, so long as we exercised reasonable precautions.
The girl to all appearances was white; no one would ever question that,
particularly as she possessed sufficient intelligence and refinement to
thus impress anyone she might meet, If necessary we might travel as man
and wife, with Sam as our servant. Our means of travel would attract
no particular attention in that country--the edge of the wilderness; it
was common enough. This struck me as the most reasonable course to
pursue--to work our way quietly up the Illinois by night, keeping close
in shore to avoid any passing steamer, until we arrived close to
Beardstown. There, if necessary, we might begin our masquerade, but it
need not be a long one. Undoubtedly there were blacks in the town,
both slaves and free negroes, with whom Sam could easily establish an
acquaintance. By this means we would soon be able to identify that
particular preacher into whose care I hoped to confide Rene. Of
course, the girl might refuse to enter into the game, might decline to
assume the role assigned her, however innocent I intended it to
be--indeed, I felt convinced she would meet the suggestion with
indignation. But why worry about that now? Let this be kept as a last
resort. There was no necessity for me to even mention this part of my
plan until after our approach to Beardstown; then the necessity of our
going forward with it might be so apparent, she could not refuse to
carry out her part. With this point thus settled in my own mind I felt
ready to rejoin the others.
I must have been absent in the neighborhood of two hours, and they had
returned to the bank of the creek some time in advance of me. As I
appeared at the edge of the wood, Sam hailed, offering to row the boat
across.
"All right," I replied, confident we were alone. "It will save me
another wetting. You saw nothing?"
"No, sah; leastways, not much," busily fitting the oars into the
row-locks. "We cud see up de Illinois mor'n ten mile. Ah reckon, but
dar wan't no boat nowhar, 'cepting an o' scow tied up ter de bank."
"I thought so. The keel-boat has gone down the Mississippi."
"Yer done saw her, sah?"
"I saw her smoke; she was hidden by a big bend just below. Don't sit
there staring at me--come across."
Rene greeted me with a smile, as I scrambled up on the slippery log,
and asked a number of questions. I answered these as best I could and
then explained, so far as I deemed it desirable, the general nature of
the plans I had made. Both she and the listening negro in the boat
below agreed that the safer course for us to choose led up the
Illinois, because every mile traversed in that direction brought us
nearer the goal sought, and among those who were the enemies of
slavery. To proceed northward along the Mississippi would only serve
to plunge us into an unbroken wilderness, already threatened by Indian
war, while to venture down that stream meant almost certain capture.
The Illinois route offered the only hope, and we decided to venture it,
although Rene pleaded earnestly that she and the negro be permitted to
go on alone. To this suggestion, however, I would not consent, and the
girl finally yielded her reluctant permission for me to accompany them
until she could be safely left in the care of white friends.
She took anxious part in our discussion, bravely endeavoring to hide
the anguish she felt, yet I knew her real thought was elsewhere--with
those two in Kirby's hands, already well on their way to St. Louis.
Try as she would she was unable to banish from her mind the conception
that she was largely to blame for their misfortune, or submerge the
idea that it was cowardly in her to seek escape, while leaving them in
such peril. I lingered, talking with her for some time after Sam had
fallen asleep, yet the only result was the bringing of tears to her
eyes and a reluctantly given pledge that she would do whatever I
believed to be best and right. The girl was not wholly convinced by my
argument, but no other course of action seemed open to her. She
appeared so tired and worn that I left her at last in the little glade
where we had found refuge, hoping she might fall asleep. I doubt if
she did, although I dozed irregularly, my back against a tree, and it
was already growing dusk when she came forth again from her retreat,
and joined us in a hastily prepared meal.
Sam and I stowed away in the boat whatever provender remained, and I
assisted her to a seat at the stern, wrapping a blanket carefully about
her body, for the night air in those dank shadows already began to
chill. I took possession of the oars myself, believing the negro would
serve best as a lookout in the bow, and thus settled we headed the boat
out through the tangle of trees toward the invisible river. The silent
gloom of night shut about us in an impenetrable veil, and we simply had
to feel our slow way to the mouth of the creek, Sam calling back
directions, and pressing aside the branches that impeded progress. I
sat facing the motionless girl, but could barely distinguish her
shapeless form, wrapped in the blanket; and not once did her voice
break the stillness. The night hung heavy; not even the gentle ripple
of water disturbed the solemn silence of our slow progress.
Suddenly we shot out through the screen of concealing boughs into the
broader stream beyond, and I struggled hastily to swerve the boat's bow
upward against the current. The downward sweep of the water at this
point was not particularly strong, the main channel being some distance
further out, and we were soon making perceptible progress. The light
here in the open was better, although dim enough still, and revealing
little of our surroundings. All was wrapped in gloom along shore, and
beyond the radius of a few yards no objects could be discerned. The
river itself swept past us, a hidden mystery. Sam knelt on his knees,
peering eagerly forward into the blackness, an occasional growl of his
voice the only evidence of his presence. I doubt if I had taken a
dozen strokes, my whole attention centered on my task, when the sudden
rocking of the boat told me he had scrambled to his feet. Almost at
the same instant my ears distinguished the sharp chugging of an engine
straight ahead; then came his shout of alarm, "God, A'mighty! Dar's de
keel-boat, sah. Dey's goin' fer ter ram us!"
I twisted about in my seat, caught a vague glimpse of the advancing
shadow, and leaped to my feet, an oar gripped in my hands. Scarcely
was I poised to strike, when the speeding prow ripped into us, and I
was catapulted into the black water.