susy, a story of the plains-第24部分

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believed　Mary　Rogers's　discovery；　and　the　conviction　that　he　and　she

had　really　never　loved　each　other　now　enabled　him；　as　he　believed；

to　look　at　her　conduct　dispassionately。　　Yet　it　was　her　treachery　to

Mrs。　Peyton　and　not　to　himself　that　impressed　him　most；　and　perhaps

made　him　equally　unjust；　through　his　affections。



He　extinguished　the　candles；　partly　from　some　vague　precautions　he

could　not　explain；　and　partly　to　think　over　his　fears　in　the

abstraction　and　obscurity　of　the　semi…darkness。　　The　higher　windows

suffused　a　faint　light　on　the　ceiling；　and；　assisted　by　the　dark

lantern…like　glow　cast　on　the　opposite　wall　by　the　tunnel　of　the

embrasured　window；　the　familiar　outlines　of　the　room　and　its

furniture　came　back　to　him。　　Somewhat　in　this　fashion　also；　in　the

obscurity　and　quiet；　came　back　to　him　the　events　he　had　overlooked

and　forgotten。　　He　recalled　now　some　gossip　of　the　servants；　and

hints　dropped　by　Susy　of　a　violent　quarrel　between　Peyton　and　Pedro；

which　resulted　in　Pedro's　dismissal；　but　which　now　seemed　clearly

attributable　to　some　graver　cause　than　inattention　and　insolence。

He　recalled　Mary　Rogers's　playful　pleasantries　with　Susy　about

Pedro；　and　Susy's　mysterious　air；　which　he　had　hitherto　regarded

only　as　part　of　her　exaggeration。　　He　remembered　Mrs。　Peyton's

unwarrantable　uneasiness　about　Susy；　which　he　had　either　overlooked

or　referred　entirely　to　himself；　she　must　have　suspected　something。

To　his　quickened　imagination；　in　this　ruin　of　his　faith　and　trust；

he　believed　that　Hooker's　defection　was　either　part　of　the

conspiracy；　or　that　he　had　run　away　to　avoid　being　implicated　with

Susy　in　its　discovery。　　This；　too；　was　the　significance　of　Gilroy's

parting　warning。　　He　and　Mrs。　Peyton　alone　had　been　blind　and

confiding　in　the　midst　of　this　treachery；　and　even　HE　had　been　blind

to　his　own　real　affections。



The　wind　had　risen　again；　and　the　faint　light　on　the　opposite　wall

grew　tremulous　and　shifting　with　the　movement　of　the　foliage

without。　　But　presently　the　glow　became　quite　obliterated；　as　if　by

the　intervention　of　some　opaque　body　outside　the　window。　　He　rose

hurriedly　and　went　to　the　casement。　　But　at　the　same　moment　he

fancied　he　heard　the　jamming　of　a　door　or　window　in　quite　another

direction；　and　his　examination　of　the　casement　before　him　showed　him

only　the　silver　light　of　the　thinly　clouded　sky　falling

uninterruptedly　through　the　bars　and　foliage　on　the　interior　of　the

whitewashed　embrasure。　　Then　a　conception　of　his　mistake　flashed

across　him。　　The　line　of　the　casa　was　long；　straggling；　and　exposed

elsewhere；　why　should　the　attempt　to　enter　or　communicate　with　any

one　within　be　confined　only　to　this　single　point？　　And　why　not

satisfy　himself　at　once　if　any　trespassers　were　lounging　around　the

walls；　and　then　confront　them　boldly　in　the　open？　　Their　discovery

and　identification　was　as　important　as　the　defeat　of　their　intentions。



He　relit　the　candle；　and；　placing　it　on　a　small　table　by　the　wall

beyond　the　visual　range　of　the　window；　rearranged　the　curtain　so

that；　while　it　permitted　the　light　to　pass　out；　it　left　the　room　in

shadow。　　He　then　opened　the　door　softly；　locked　it　behind　him；　and

passed　noiselessly　into　the　hall。　　Susy's　and　Mrs。　McClosky's　rooms

were　at　the　further　end　of　the　passage；　but　between　them　and　the

boudoir　was　the　open　patio；　and　the　low　murmur　of　the　voices　of

servants；　who　still　lingered　until　he　should　dismiss　them　for　the

night。　　Turning　back；　he　moved　silently　down　the　passage；　until　he

reached　the　narrow　arched　door　to　the　garden。　　This　he　unlocked　and

opened　with　the　same　stealthy　caution。　　The　rain　had　recommenced。

Not　daring　to　risk　a　return　to　his　room；　he　took　from　a　peg　in　the

recess　an　old　waterproof　cloak　and　〃sou'wester〃　of　Peyton's；　which

still　hung　there；　and　passed　out　into　the　night；　locking　the　door

behind　him。　　To　keep　the　knowledge　of　his　secret　patrol　from　the

stablemen；　he　did　not　attempt　to　take　out　his　own　horse；　but　trusted

to　find　some　vacquero's　mustang　in　the　corral。　　By　good　luck　an　old

〃Blue　Grass〃　hack　of　Peyton's；　nearest　the　stockade　as　he　entered；

allowed　itself　to　be　quickly　caught。　　Using　its　rope　headstall　for　a

bridle；　Clarence　vaulted　on　its　bare　back；　and　paced　cautiously　out

into　the　road。　　Here　he　kept　the　curve　of　the　long　line　of　stockade

until　he　reached　the　outlying　field　where；　half　hidden　in　the

withered；　sapless；　but　still　standing　stalks　of　grain；　he　slowly

began　a　circuit　of　the　casa。



The　misty　gray　dome　above　him；　which　an　invisible　moon　seemed　to

have　quicksilvered　over；　alternately　lightened　and　darkened　with

passing　gusts　of　fine　rain。　　Nevertheless　he　could　see　the　outline

of　the　broad　quadrangle　of　the　house　quite　distinctly；　except　on　the

west　side；　where　a　fringe　of　writhing　willows　beat　the　brown　adobe

walls　with　their　imploring　arms　at　every　gust。　　Elsewhere　nothing

moved；　the　view　was　uninterrupted　to　where　the　shining；　watery　sky

met　the　equally　shining；　watery　plain。　　He　had　already　made　a　half

circuit　of　the　house；　and　was　still　noiselessly　picking　his　way

along　the　furrows；　muffled　with　soaked　and　broken…down　blades；　and

the　velvety　upspringing　of　the　〃volunteer〃　growth；　when　suddenly；

not　fifty　yards　before　him；　without　sound　or　warning；　a　figure　rode

out　of　the　grain　upon　the　open　crossroad；　and　deliberately　halted

with　a　listless；　abstracted；　waiting　air。　　Clarence　instantly

recognized　one　of　his　own　vacqueros；　an　undersized　half…breed；　but

he　as　instantly　divined　that　he　was　only　an　outpost　or　confederate；

stationed　to　give　the　alarm。　　The　same　precaution　had　prevented　each

hearing　the　other；　and　the　lesser　height　of　the　vacquero　had

rendered　him　indistinguishable　as　he　preceded　Clarence　among　the

grain。　　As　the　young　man　made　no　doubt　that　the　real　trespasser　was

nearer　the　casa；　along　the　line　of　willows；　he　wheeled　to　intercept

him　without　alarming　his　sentry。　　Unfortunately；　his　horse　answered

the　rope　bridle　clumsily；　and　splashed　in　striking　out。　　The　watcher

quickly　raised　his　head；　and　Clarence　knew　that　his　only　chance　was

now　to　suppress　him。　　Determined　to　do　this　at　any　hazard；　with　a

threatening　gesture　he　charged　boldly　down　upon　him。



But　he　had　not　crossed　half　the　distance　between　them　when　the　man

uttered　an　appalling　cry；　so　wild　and　despairing　that　it　seemed　to

chill　even　the　hot　blood　in　Clarence's　veins；　and　dashed　frenziedly

down　the　cross…road　into　the　interminable　plain。　　Before　Clarence

could　determine　if　that　cry　was　a　signal　or　an　involuntary　outburst；

it　was　followed　instantly　by　the　sound　of　frightened　and　struggling

hoofs　clattering　against　the　wall　of　the　casa；　and　a　swaying　of　the

shrubbery　near　the　back　gate　of　the　patio。　　Here　was　his　real

quarry！　　Without　hesitation　he　dug　his　heels　into　the　flanks　of　his

horse　and　rode　furiously　towards　it。　　As　he　approached；　a　long

tremor　seemed　to　pass　through　the　shrubbery；　with　the　retreating

sound　of　horse　hoofs。　　The　unseen　trespasser　had　evidently　taken　the

alarm　and　was　fleeing；　and　Clarence　dashed　in　pursuit。　　Following

the　sound；　for　the　shrubbery　hid　the　fugitive　from　view；　he　passed

the　last　wall　of　the　casa；　but　it　soon　became　evident　that　the

unknown　had　the　better　horse。　　The　hoof…beats　grew　fainter　and

fainter；　and　at　times　appeared　even　to　cease；　until　his　own　approach

started　them　again；　eventually　to　fade　away　in　the　distance。　　In

vain　Clarence　dug　his　heels　into　the　flanks　of　his　heavier　steed；

and　regretted　his　own　mustang；　and　when　at　last　he　reached　the　edge

of　the　thicket　he　had　lost　both　sight　and　sound　of　the　fugitive。

The　descent　to　the　lower　terrace　lay　before　him　empty　and　desolate。

The　man　had　escaped！



He　turned　slowly　back　with　baffled　anger　and　vindictiveness。

However；　he　had　prevented　something；　although　he　knew　not　what。　　The

principal　had　got　away；　but　he　had　identified　his　confederate；　and

for　the　first　time　held　a　clue　to　his　mysterious　visitant。　　There

was　no　use　to　alarm　the　household；　which　did　not　seem　to　have　been

disturbed。　　The　trespassers　were　far　away　by　this　time；　and　the

attempt　would　hardly　be　repeated　that　night。　　He　made　his　way

quietly　back　to　the　corral；　let　loose　his　horse；　and　regained　the

casa　unobserved。　　He　unlocked　the　arched　door　in　the　wall；　reentered

the　darkened　passage；　stopped　a　moment　to　open　the　door　of　the

boudoir；　glance　at　the　closely　fastened　casement；　and　extinguish　the

still　burning　candle；　and；　relocking　the　door　securely；　made　his　way

to　his　own　room。



But　he　could　not　sleep。　　The　whole　incident；　over　so　quickly；　had

nevertheless　impressed　him　deeply；　and　yet　like　a　dream。　　The

strange　yell　of　the　vacquero　still　rang　in　his　ears；　but　with　an

unearthly　and　superstitious　significance　that　was　even　more

dreamlike　in　its　meaning。　　He　awakened　from　a　fitful　slumber　to　find

the　light　of　morning　in　the　room；　and　Incarnacion　standing　by　his

bedside。



The　yellow　face　of　the　steward　was　greenish　with　terror；　and　his

lips　were　dry。



〃Get　up；　Senor　Clarencio；　get　up　at　once；　my　master。　　Strange　things

have　happened。　　Mother　of　God　protect　us！〃



Clarence　rolled　to　his　feet；　with　the　events　of　the　past　night

struggling　back　upon　his　consciousness。



〃What　mean　you；　Nascio？〃　he　said；　grasping　the　man's　arm；　which　was

still　mechanically　making　the　sign　of　the　cross；　as　he　muttered

incoherently。　　〃Speak；　I　command　you！〃



〃It　is　Jose；　the　little　vacquero；　who　is　even　now　at　the　padre's

house；　raving　as　a　lunatic；　stricken　as　a　madman　with　terror！　　He

has　seen　him；the　dead　alive！　　Save　us！〃



〃Are　you　mad　yourself；　Nascio？〃　said　Clarence。　　〃Whom　has　he　seen？〃



〃Whom？　　God　help　us！　the　old　padronSenor　Peyton　himself！　　He

rushed　towards　him　here；　in　the　patio；　last　nightout　of　the　air；

the　sky；　the　ground；　he　knew　not；his　own　self；　wrapped　in　his　old

storm　cloak　and　hat；　and　riding　his　own　horse；erect