"It is Captain Barry," answered Emily, glad of the interruption.

"The old sailor of whom I spoke to you, madam," said the admiral, turning to Mrs. Revere.

"The man who rowed the boat the night Emily pulled me out of the water, mother," Revere explained.

"My man," said Mrs. Revere, graciously, as Barry stopped at the foot of the steps and saluted, "I have to thank you for a great deal, I understand. It was your strength and determination, coupled with this young lady"s skill, that saved the life of my son. I owe you much, sir."

"You owe me nothing, ma"am," said Barry, ungraciously. "I only obeyed Miss Emily"s orders. What she says, I do. I always do."

"Nevertheless, you did it," continued Mrs. Revere, struck by his harsh words and repellent manner, but trying to suppress her astonishment and be kind to this strange old man, "and I feel deeply grateful. Is there any way in which I can show it?"

"No way, ma"am," burst out the sailor, almost rudely.

He hated the whole brood,--mother, son, friend, all of them, it seemed.

"What"s the matter with you, Captain Barry?" gently asked Emily, who had been scrutinizing the man"s pale, haggard face, his bloodshot eyes, his utterly despairing, broken, yet firmly resolute look. She, too, had been surprised and deeply pained by his words and actions.

"Nothin", Miss Emily," he answered, turning toward her, his face working with emotion he vainly strove to control; "nothin". I--Miss Emily--the ship----"

"What of the ship?" cried the admiral, suddenly.

"It"s almost gone, your honor. I came to ask the leftenant to go down with me an" take another look at it."

"Certainly, Barry," cried Richard, springing to his feet, eager to do anything for the old man, and anxious to terminate a scene painful to all of them, although he could not tell why. "I shall be back in a few moments, Emily, mother. Good-by. Come along, man," he said, striding lightly down the path.

But Barry lingered in apparent reluctance at the foot of the steps. He seemed wistful to say something, but words failed him. He turned to go, stopped, faced about again.

"The ship," he said, hoa.r.s.ely; "I"m afraid it"s gone. Good-by, your honor. Good-by, Miss Emily," he added, hoa.r.s.ely, and then he turned again with a gesture and a movement which gave to all who were so intently watching him the impression that he was somehow breaking away from his moorings, and walked rapidly down the hill.

"The ship! the ship!" murmured the admiral, oblivious of all the rest, leaning forward in his chair over the rail of the porch and gazing at the vessel.

His hand grasped the hilt of the sword of the _Const.i.tution_, which Richard had handed back to him as he left. Emily stepped over to his side and stood there with her arm around his neck. They waited in silence a little, a foreboding of disaster stealing over them.

"I wonder," she said, presently, in tones of great anxiety, "what the matter can be? I am afraid it is something serious. I never knew Captain Barry so agitated."

"It"s the end, daughter, the end. I feel it here," murmured the old man, staring before him.

"Grandfather, if you don"t mind, I think I will go down to the ship,"

said Emily; "I"m so anxious."

"Don"t go too near it, child," said the old man; "one life is enough for the ship."

"Shall I go with you?" asked Josephine, noticing how pale and worried Emily looked, and feeling somewhat alarmed herself.

"Go, both of you, and I will stay with the admiral. Look to Richard,"

said Mrs. Revere, apprehensively, sure now that something was seriously wrong.

Poor Emily was in two minds about the matter. She wished to remain with the old man, and yet, when she thought of Revere on that ship with Captain Barry, and how strangely, how madly, almost insanely, the sailor had looked, her heart smote her with undefined terror of she knew not what.

She must go! It might be too late already!

The two girls ran swiftly toward the ship in vague but rapidly increasing fear.

CHAPTER XXII

"SAMSON AGONISTES"

As Revere and Barry walked down the hill the soul of the younger man was filled with light-hearted joy. He talked gayly to the old sailor, who had speedily joined him; and although the monologue--since Barry had said nothing--could not have been called a conversation, Richard did not heed his silence.

It was but a short distance from the house to the ship, but in the brief time required for the pa.s.sage Barry lived over his life, or that part of it at least which was of moment. As life is compa.s.sed in instants to the drowning, so in these seconds through his mental vision swept the past. He saw again the admiral as he had seen him in the prime of manhood; he recalled once more the blue-eyed, sunny little baby he had held so tenderly in his unfamiliar arms; who, in the society of the two men, had grown to be a woman whom he loved. The days and years of happy companionship, of humble and faithful service on the one hand, of kind and generous recognition on the other, pa.s.sed before him with incredible swiftness.

The thought moved him to a sudden tenderness. As his eyes fell upon the gay, debonair figure walking so carelessly by his side, he hesitated. For a moment his determination wavered. Revere did not look or act like a scoundrel, perhaps; but with equal swiftness came the terrible evidence of those papers, those d.a.m.ning papers in the locker!

The ship, the maiden! The one was to be sold, the other betrayed.

Under G.o.d, that should never be! And he had kissed her. He was bound to another. And she loved him and had wept before him. This trifler was breaking her heart.

Every laugh that rang in his ears in his changed mood added intensity to his malign purpose. He was no murderer, though. He believed himself a chosen instrument in G.o.d"s hand to effect a mighty purpose,--salvation to those he loved.

Alas! humanity is never so hopelessly blind as when it does wrong, believing that G.o.d sanctions it for some longed-for end.

The two men stopped as they reached the ship.

"It"s just here, sir," said the old sailor, hoa.r.s.ely. "I"ve been examinin" her all mornin". The supports is rottin" away. I think a touch"ll send her down. Would you mind goin" in there an" takin" a look?"

He pointed toward a place on the keel enclosed between two rows of weather-worn timbers, which supported, or helped to support, the body of the ship. It was the place where, the night before, he and Emily had pledged their hearts to each other and solemnly plighted their troth. Revere recognized the spot, of course, with a thrill of recollection; but of course he made no mention of the fact. Barry knew it, however, and for that reason he had chosen it. The choice was part of his revenge. Where Revere had loved--or trifled--there he should die!

"Looks bad, doesn"t it?" Revere said, walking into the _cul-de-sac_ so carefully prepared for him, and stooping down and laying his finger on the mouldering keel.

Barry promptly followed him and stood between the outermost stanchions, barring the exit. The unconscious Revere was completely enclosed. The keel on the rotting ways was in front of him, on either side the close rows of supports, overhead the mighty floor of the ship, back of him the huge form of Captain Barry. He suspected nothing, however,--how should he?--until he turned to go back after his brief examination, when he was greatly surprised to find the way blocked.

His situation beneath the ship was such that he could not even stand upright, but was forced to remain in a crouching position of great disadvantage before the sailor. The old man stood with his arms extended from stanchion to stanchion, a perfect tower of strength and determination. It was useless for Revere, even if he had realized at that moment what was about to happen, to attempt to move him by force.

In his weakened state he could do nothing. Even at his best he was no match for the huge old giant barring his way.

The old man"s face was engorged with blood, his jaw was set rigidly, and a little fleck of foam hung upon his nether lip. There was such a glare of demoniac rage in his eyes, such an expression of mortal bitterness and malevolent antipathy in his grim and forbidding countenance, that the heart of the young man, though he was as brave a sailor as ever trod a deck, sank within him. He was fairly appalled by this display of sinister and unsuspected pa.s.sion.

"My G.o.d, man!" cried Revere. "What"s the matter? Stand aside!"

"No, sir, you can"t pa.s.s me. I"ll never stand aside. Say a prayer, for, as there"s a ship above you an" a G.o.d that favors no traitors, your hour is come."

His usually rough voice, harsher than ever on account of his emotion, was shaking with pa.s.sion.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean to kill you where you stand, where you kissed her last night, you traitor, you dog, you that disgraces your uniform, you that sells my ship, mine! You that robs the old admiral of life, that betrays Miss Emily, that breaks her heart! You thought to play with that child. But I know you! I found your orders. I read "em, curse you! To sell the ship,--G.o.d! my ship, that I"ve lived on, that I"ve loved, for twenty-five years! I read your letters writ by that woman you"re goin"

to marry! I saw you kiss Miss Emily, I saw her go from you cryin"!