Sonnie-Boy's People Part 20
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"Well, take care you see him no more. An'--" A step outside the door caused John Lowe to pause.
"Ah-h--" John Lowe almost smiled.
His wife glanced at the clock. "It will be the trader," she explained.
"Aye, an' now we'll ha' the news--now we'll ha' the news."
A knock followed the step, and, following the knock, the door opened and in stepped the expected trader. No wild daredevil, no sail carrier this, but a smooth, pa.s.sionless man of business. And he got right down to business.
"By dawn, John Lowe, there'll be two hundred men of the bay drawn up on Half-Tide Beach. And an hour later the _Ligonier_ and all's in her will be lyin' on the bottom of the bay--or so"--he glanced doubtfully at the girl--"or so we planned it. Will you be there, John Lowe?"
"He'll no' be there, Mr. Lackford." Mrs. Lowe half rose from her chair.
John Lowe glared at her. "And since when is it for you to say I'll not be there?"
"I'm your lawful wife, John Lowe. And who is this man would tell you what to do? You read your Bible night and morn, John Lowe, and you tell me and you tell Bess we should read it, too, and all the bay knows it.
An' how can you preach to us as you do an' join in this deed? 'Righteous shall be all my days,' say you, an' you think o' joinin' a band that will sink an' destroy--yes, an' mayhap kill in the morning. This American has as much right to what herrin' his men can ketch as anybody else."
John Lowe turned to the trader. "She's right, Mr. Lackford, she's right."
"You'll not be with us?"
"I can't."
"After all you said! Well, there will be enough without you." He was still addressing John Lowe, but it was on the woman his eyes were bent.
"Only let me carry back the word you'll not be against us."
"No, no--I'll not be against you."
"That's enough. Good night."
"Good night."
The door closed. They listened to the crunching of the trader's boot-heels on the pebbly beach outside.
"They'll be killing, mayhaps, in the morning, and it's well for you to be clear of it, John Lowe."
"But he lost my son."
"It was a natural death for a fisherman, John Lowe, to be lost that way."
"But what reason to love him for it?"
"What reason ha' ye to hate him till you know more of him?"
Silence reigned again in the kitchen; silence until John Lowe set aside his book and made for the stairs. With his foot on the bottom step he paused and sighed. "Even after three months it's no' easy to bear. But you're right, wife, it's no' right what some of them be up to."
"No, it's no' right. An' he's not the man Lackford an' the others would ha' you believe, John."
He looked long at his wife. "No? No doubt no--but no stop to it now. If there was a way to slip a word and not be known for it; but there's no way. Come to bed, woman. But"--the girl was standing up--"where be you off to?"
The girl looked to her stepmother; and the stepmother answered for her.
"It's o'er-early for bed yet--she's goin' for an hour to Shepperd's, John. Go on, Bess, but don't stay too long."
The girl s.n.a.t.c.hed her shawl and hurried out.
"And is't so you manage her, woman?"
"Let be, man, let be. She's no child to be managed--your way o'
managin'. Why shouldn't she have her little pleasure? What's one here for? Prayers an' psalms, prayers an' psalms----"
"An' do you rail against the prayin'?"
"Not me. Prayin's for good, no doubt; but all of us hasn't the sin so black that it needs prayin' night an' day to burn it out."
He glared at her. "An' you're waitin' up for her?"
"I am."
"Some night you'll wait o'er-long, woman."
"No, no. She's young, is Bess, and a bit soft. But no bad--no, no, no bad in Bess. She's all we ha' left now, John--lay a light hand to her."
II
Up to old man Shepperd's the dance was on, and Bess Lowe was there; and not long before the American captain blew through the door; and no dreary pa.s.sage of time before he spied Bess.
"Why, Bess, G.o.d bless you, how are you? And you ain't forgot? And do I get a dance this evenin' or no? Tell me, do I, now? Ay, that's you--hard-hearted as ever. Eyes to light a vessel to port, but never a soft look in 'em."
"My eyes, Captain Leary?"
"Ay, your eyes, Bess. Eyes, Bess, that the likes of never looked across the bay before--eyes that flash out from the dark like twin sh.o.r.e-lights when a man's been weeks to sea."
"Oh, Captain Leary!" breathed Bess; and presently took to sighing, and from sighing to smiling, and all at once burst out into such laughter that the whole company took notice; whereat a huge, surly man in a corner went into the back room.
"Gi' me one drink and I'll smash him into bits," the big man said to Lackford, the trader, who was standing guard in the back room over the little jug which Shepperd kept handy for his guests.
"What, now? No. Not now, please, not now. There'll be plenty of chances for fighting in the morning. The crowd is only waiting for daylight to make a move. They want you. Come on now, do, and get a good night's sleep so's to be feeling good in the morning. Come on now. And you'll have two hundred men at your back in the morning, remember; and remember, too, that after you've put the American out of the way all the girls in the bay'll fall to your hand."
The big man was diverted, and pa.s.sed out with Lackford, meantime that Leary, with an arm half around the girl's waist, was pleading: "The next dance for me, hah, Bess?"
"Ay, captain--who could deny you?" and they went at it.
'Twas a shuffling across the floor, a whirling of buxom partners by husky men, who never omitted to mark the measure with the thump of boot-heels that jumped the dust from cellar to roof. Shouting, stamping, joking, smiling, with quick breathing--such joy entirely it was, with Tim Lacy, oilskinned and jack-booted, leading the swing across the floor. Yes, and back again, although on him, even as on Leary, old Shepperd looked with disapproving eye.
"A wonder, Tim Lacy, you wouldn't leave your gear on your vessel," he snorted.
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