For the Term of His Natural Life Part 73
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"The longest is the one," said the blind man. "Come on, boys, and dip in the lucky-bag!"
It was evident that lots were to be drawn to determine to whom fortune would grant freedom. The men drew in silence, and then Bland and Dawes looked at each other. The prize had been left in the bag.
Mooney--fortunate old fellow--retained the longest straw. Bland's hand shook as he compared notes with his companion. There was a moment's pause, during which the blank eyeb.a.l.l.s of the blind man fiercely searched the gloom, as if in that awful moment they could penetrate it.
"I hold the shortest," said Dawes to Bland. "'Tis you that must do it."
"I'm glad of that," said Mooney.
Bland, seemingly terrified at the danger which fate had decreed that he should run, tore the fatal lot into fragments with an oath, and sat gnawing his knuckles in excess of abject terror. Mooney stretched himself out upon his plank-bed. "Come on, mate," he said. Bland extended a shaking hand, and caught Rufus Dawes by the sleeve.
"You have more nerve than I. You do it."
"No, no," said Dawes, almost as pale as his companion. "I've run my chance fairly. 'Twas your own proposal." The coward who, confident in his own luck, would seem to have fallen into the pit he had dug for others, sat rocking himself to and fro, holding his head in his hands.
"By Heaven, I can't do it," he whispered, lifting a white, wet face.
"What are you waiting for?" said fortunate Mooney. "Come on, I'm ready."
"I--I--thought you might like to--to--pray a bit," said Bland.
The notion seemed to sober the senses of the old man, exalted too fiercely by his good fortune.
"Ay!" he said. "Pray! A good thought!" and he knelt down; and shutting his blind eyes--'twas as though he was dazzled by some strong light--unseen by his comrades, moved his lips silently. The silence was at last broken by the footsteps of the warder in the corridor. Bland hailed it as a reprieve from whatever act of daring he dreaded. "We must wait until he goes," he whispered eagerly. "He might look in."
Dawes nodded, and Mooney, whose quick ear apprised him very exactly of the position of the approaching gaoler, rose from his knees radiant. The sour face of Gimblett appeared at the trap cell-door.
"All right?" he asked, somewhat--so the three thought--less sourly than usual.
"All right," was the reply, and Mooney added, "Good-night, Mr.
Gimblett."
"I wonder what is making the old man so cheerful," thought Gimblett, as he got into the next corridor.
The sound of his echoing footsteps had scarcely died away, when upon the ears of the two less fortunate casters of lots fell the dull sound of rending woollen. The lucky man was tearing a strip from his blanket. "I think this will do," said he, pulling it between his hands to test its strength. "I am an old man." It was possible that he debated concerning the descent of some abyss into which the strip of blanket was to lower him. "Here, Bland, catch hold. Where are ye?--don't be faint-hearted, man. It won't take ye long."
It was quite dark now in the cell, but as Bland advanced his face was like a white mask floating upon the darkness, it was so ghastly pale.
Dawes pressed his lucky comrade's hand, and withdrew to the farthest corner. Bland and Mooney were for a few moments occupied with the rope--doubtless preparing for escape by means of it. The silence was broken only by the convulsive jangling of Bland's irons--he was shuddering violently. At last Mooney spoke again, in strangely soft and subdued tones.
"Dawes, lad, do you think there is a Heaven?"
"I know there is a h.e.l.l," said Dawes, without turning his face.
"Ay, and a Heaven, lad. I think I shall go there. You will, old chap, for you've been good to me--G.o.d bless you, you've been very good to me."
When Troke came in the morning he saw what had occurred at a glance, and hastened to remove the corpse of the strangled Mooney.
"We drew lots," said Rufus Dawes, pointing to Bland, who crouched in the corner farthest from his victim, "and it fell upon him to do it. I'm the witness."
"They'll hang you for all that," said Troke.
"I hope so," said Rufus Dawes.
The scheme of escape hit upon by the convict intellect was simply this.
Three men being together, lots were drawn to determine whom should be murdered. The drawer of the longest straw was the "lucky" man. He was killed. The drawer of the next longest straw was the murderer. He was hanged. The unlucky one was the witness. He had, of course, an excellent chance of being hung also, but his doom was not so certain, and he therefore looked upon himself as unfortunate.
CHAPTER X. A MEETING.
John Rex found the "George" disagreeably prepared for his august arrival. Obsequious waiters took his dressing-bag and overcoat, the landlord himself welcomed him at the door. Two naval gentlemen came out of the coffee-room to stare at him. "Have you any more luggage, Mr. Devine?" asked the landlord, as he flung open the door of the best drawing-room. It was awkwardly evident that his wife had no notion of suffering him to hide his borrowed light under a bushel.
A supper-table laid for two people gleamed bright from the cheeriest corner. A fire crackled beneath the marble mantelshelf. The latest evening paper lay upon a chair; and, brus.h.i.+ng it carelessly with her costly dress, the woman he had so basely deserted came smiling to meet him.
"Well, Mr. Richard Devine," said she, "you did not expect to see me again, did you?"
Although, on his journey down, he had composed an elaborate speech wherewith to greet her, this unnatural civility dumbfounded him. "Sarah!
I never meant to--"
"Hush, my dear Richard--it must be Richard now, I suppose. This is not the time for explanations. Besides, the waiter might hear you. Let us have some supper; you must be hungry, I am sure." He advanced to the table mechanically. "But how fat you are!" she continued. "Too good living, I suppose. You were not so fat at Port Ar---Oh, I forgot, my dear! Come and sit down. That's right. I have told them all that I am your wife, for whom you have sent. They regard me with some interest and respect in consequence. Don't spoil their good opinion of me."
He was about to utter an imprecation, but she stopped him by a glance.
"No bad language, John, or I shall ring for a constable. Let us understand one another, my dear. You may be a very great man to other people, but to me you are merely my runaway husband--an escaped convict.
If you don't eat your supper civilly, I shall send for the police."
"Sarah!" he burst out, "I never meant to desert you. Upon my word. It is all a mistake. Let me explain."
"There is no need for explanations yet, Jack--I mean Richard. Have your supper. Ah! I know what you want."
She poured out half a tumbler of brandy, and gave it to him. He took the gla.s.s from her hand, drank the contents, and then, as though warmed by the spirit, laughed. "What a woman you are, Sarah. I have been a great brute, I confess."
"You have been an ungrateful villain," said she, with sudden pa.s.sion, "a hardened, selfish villain."
"But, Sarah--"
"Don't touch me!" "'Pon my word, you are a fine creature, and I was a fool to leave you." The compliment seemed to soothe her, for her tone changed somewhat. "It was a wicked, cruel act, Jack. You whom I saved from death--whom I nursed--whom I enriched. It was the act of a coward."
"I admit it. It was." "You admit it. Have you no shame then? Have you no pity for me for what I have suffered all these years?"
"I don't suppose you cared much."
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