A Spy
Old Jephthah was winding the clock when the door--which he had closed
some time ago after the last retiring guests--flung violently open, Andy
paused, flying foot on the threshold, and gasped out hoarsely,
"Pap--Creed Bonbright's killed Blatch and got away from us!"
The Lusk girls had staid to help Judith clear up, intending to remain
over night unless Andy and Jeff returned in time to take them home. The
three young women working at the table lifted pale faces; Pendrilla let
fall the plate in her hand and broke it. Unconscious of the fact, she
stood staring with open mouth at the fragments by her feet. Jephthah took
one more turn mechanically, then withdrew the key and laid it down.
"Whar at?" he inquired briefly.
"Up on our place," said Wade who now appeared at the boy's side.
"Bonbright throwed him over Foeman's Bluff."
"How come it?" queried the head of the tribe.
"They was a fussin'," began Andy, but his father interrupted him in a
curious tone.
"Foeman's Bluff," he repeated. "What tuck Bonbright thar at this time o'
night?"
"That's what I say," panted Jim Cal's voice in the darkness outside. He
had come straight from the still instead of going with Jeff and the
others to search; and for all his flesh he had overtaken his brothers.
But there was none now to demand sardonically why he fled the seat of war
and ran to the paternal shelter for re-enforcements. "Ef folks go nosin'
around whar they ain't wanted, sometimes they git what they don't like,"
he concluded.
Judith, very pale, had parted her lips to utter words of indignant
defence, and denial of this broad imputation, but before she could speak
Huldah Spiller irrupted into the room, her red curls flying, her bodice
clutched about her in such a fashion as to suggest she had been
undressing when the news reached her.
The mountain woman with temperament is reduced to the outlets of such
occasions as these, or revival seasons and funerals; and Huldah Spiller,
having abandoned the protesting Iley with her babies, whom the mother
could not leave alone, meant to make the most of the occasion.
"You-all ain't got no right to talk the way you do about Creed," the
red-haired girl burst out. "Him and me's been friends ever sence I went
to Hepzibah, and there ain't a better man walks the earth. Ef he done
anything to Blatch hit was becaze Blatch laywayed him an' jumped on him,
an' he had to. Oh, Lord!" and she began to weep, "I wish't my daddy was
here--I jest wish Pap Spiller was here. Pore Creed! Ef you-all git yo'
hands on him, mad thisaway, the Lord knows what will be did!"
Jephthah regarded his postulant daughter-in-law from under lowered, bushy
brows.
"Kin you make her hush?" he inquired of Wade.
"I ain't got no interest in makin' her hush nor makin' her holler,"
returned Wade contemptuously. Dishonoured before his clan, his male
dignity sadly shorn, his woman shrieking out the wrongs and excellences
of another man--and that man a young and well-favoured enemy--his
bitterness may be forgiven.
"Fetch the lantern," ordered Jephthah briefly. "We-all have got to git
over thar and see to this business."
"Well, I'll hush--but I'm goin' along," volleyed Huldah.
"Le's us go too, Jude," pleaded Cliantha Lusk in a trembling whisper.
"I'm scared to be left here in the house with the men all gone. He might
take a notion to come and raid the place and kill us. They do thataway in
feud times. My gran' mammy----"
"Do hush!" choked Judith. But she hurried out in the wake of the
departing men, Cliantha clinging to one arm, Pendrilla to the other.
They left the doors open, the candles flaring, and nobody to guard but
the toothless old hound who slept and snored on the chip pile.
The journey to Foeman's Bluff, following the flicker of the lantern in
Wade's hand, with the voices of the men coming back to her, hoarse,
fragmentary, ejaculatory, reciting Creed's offences asseverating that
they had expected nothing else, was like a nightmare to Judith. When
Cliantha screamed and clung to her and said she thought she saw Creed
Bonbright in the bushes by the path-side, Judith shook her off angrily,
but let the clamouring little thing creep back and make her peace.
"I forgot about you and Blatch--Oh, po' Judy!" moaned Cliantha. "Ef hit
was me goin' to s'arch for the murdered body of my true love I don't know
as I could put foot befo' foot!"
"The trail's mighty narrow here--I'll go in front," said Judith. She
freed herself, and thereafter walked alone with bent head.
As they descended into the hollow Andy began to hoo-ee; and finally he
was answered from the neighbourhood of the bluff. Up this they climbed,
since on this side they were cut off from the region below it by an
impassable gulley. Halting on the top and looking down, they could see a
lantern moving about and catch faint sound of the men's voices.
"Who's down thar?" Jephthah's big rolling bass sent out the call. There
was an ominous hesitation before Jeff's perturbed tones replied,
"Hit's me, pap, me an' Buck Shalliday an' Taylor Stribling."
Andy found a tall tree at the bluffs edge, and began to descend through
its branches with the swiftness and agility of a monkey.
"How is he--is he alive?"
The old man put the query at the edge of the gulf, stooping, peering
over. Jim Cal sat down suddenly and began wiping his forehead. The
moonlight showed his round face very pale under its beaded sweat.
"Andy'll git hisself killed!" whimpered Pendrilla.
And Huldah broke into loud hysteric weeping, on the tide of which
"Creed--Pap Spiller--Blatch Turrentine" were cast up now and again.
"Hush, cain't ye?" demanded Jephthah, angrily; "I cain't hear one word
they answer me down thar. Hello, boys. Is he livin'?"
Andy had evidently reached the searchers at the foot of the cliff. Loud,
confused voices came up to those above. Finally,
"W'y, Pap, we ain't never found him," Jeff called.
"Ye _what_?" demanded the father incredulously.
"We ain't--never--found him," reiterated Jeff doggedly.
The old man drew back sharply with a look of swift anger in his face.
"Well, ef ye hain't found him by now ye better quit lookin', hadn't ye?"
he suggested as he straightened to his full height and turned his back.
"Creed Bonbright's jest about been here an' hid the body, that's what
he's done," Taylor Stribling clamoured after him in futile explanation.
But the old man gave no heed. Lantern in hand, he was already addressing
himself to a careful examination of the scene of the struggle. The torn
vines where Creed had fallen through the fissure instantly caught his
eye.
"Come up here, you-all!" he turned and shouted toward the gulf. He swung
his lantern far out over the crevice. "Look at that," he said quietly.
"Thar's whar yo' man got away from ye." He handed the lantern to Wade,
and swung himself lightly down where Creed had fallen.
"Better let me go, Pap," said Wade, and Judith mutely stared after the
old man as he disappeared into the dark.
For fifteen minutes or more the watchers on the cliff waited and
trembled, straining ears and eyes. In that time they were joined by those
from the foot of the bluff, all but Stribling, who, the boys said, had
"gone on home." Then they heard sounds of clambering in the cleft, and
the old man's face appeared in the well of inky shadow, pale, the black
eyes burning, the great black beard flowing backward to join the darkness
behind him. Wade held his lantern high. It lit a circle of faces on which
terror, anger, and distress wrought. Judith could scarcely look at her
uncle, and a great trembling shook her limbs, so that she laid hold of a
little sapling by which she stood, and closed her eyes.
"Well," said the old man on a falling note, and his voice sounded
hollowly from the cleft, "well, I reckon this does settle it--whether
Blatch is hurt or no. How many of ye was a-workin' in the still
to-night?"
"I was," quavered Jim Cal; "me and Taylor Stribling and Buck Shalliday.
Blatch had left a run o' whiskey that had to be worked off, and when he
didn't come I turned in to 'tend to it--why, Pap?"
"Ef Bonbright wanted to find out about the still he shore made it, that's
all," answered Jephthah. "Ye can see right into it from whar he went. Ef
you-all boys wants to stay out o' the penitentiary I reckon Creed
Bonbright's got to leave the Turkey Tracks mighty sudden," and he swung
himself heavily to the level of the cliff.
"That's what I say," whispered Jim Cal, pasty pale and quivering. "We've
got it to do."
Old Jephthah looked darkly upon his sons.
"Well, settle it amongst ye, how an' when. I'll neither meddle nor make
in this business. I don't know how all o' this come about, nor what
you-all an' Blatch Turrentine air up to. You've made an outsider o' me,
an' an outsider I'll stay. Ef ye won't tell me the truth, don't tell me
no lies. Come on, gals."
He strode into the homeward trail, the four girls falling in behind his
tall figure. Judith was sick with misery and uncertainty; the Lusk girls
looked back timidly at Andy and Jeff; even Huldah was mute.