a cumberland vendetta-第7章
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A tall gray figure was pouring grain into the hopper when she reached the door of the mill。 She stopped abruptly； Rome Stetson turned； and again the two were face to face。 No greeting passed。 The girl lifted her head with a little toss that deepened the set look about the mountaineer's mouth； her lax figure grew tense as though strung suddenly against some coming harm； and her eyes searched the shadows without once resting on him。
Whar's Uncle Gabe？ 〃 She spoke shortly； and as to a stranger。
Gone to town；〃 said Rome； composedly。 He had schooled himself for this meeting。
When's he comm' back？
Not 'fore night； I reckon。〃
Whar's Isom？
Isom's sick。〃
Well； who's tendin' this mill？
For answer he tossed the empty bag into the corner and； without looking at her； picked up another bag。
〃I reckon ye see me； don't ye？ 〃 he asked； coolly。 〃 Hev a cheer； and rest a spell。 Hit's a purty long climb whar you come from。〃
The girl was confused。 She stayed in the doorway； a little helpless and suspicious。 What was Rome Stetson doing here？ His mastery of the situation； his easy confidence； puzzled and irritated her。 Should she leave？ The mountaineer was a Stetson； a worm to tread on if it crawled across the path。 It would be like backing down before an enemy。 He might laugh at her after she was gone； and； at that thought； she sat down in the chair with composed face； looking through the door at the tumbling water； which broke with a thousand tints under the sun； but able still to see Rome； sidewise； as he moved about the hopper； whistling softly。
Once she looked around； fancying she saw a smile on his sober face。 Their eyes came near meeting； and she turned quite away。
Ever seed a body out'n his head？
The girl's eyes rounded with a start of surprise。
Well； it's plumb cur'us。 Isom's been that way lately。 Isom's sick； ye know。 Uncle Gabe's got the rheumatiz； 'n' Isom's mighty fond o' Uncle Gabe； 'n' the boy pestered me till I come down to he'p him。 Hit p'int'ly air strange to hear him talkin'。 He's jes a…ravin' 'bout hell 'n' heaven； 'n' the sin o' killin' folks。 You'd ha' thought he hed been convicted； though none o' our fambly hev been much atter religion。 He says as how the wrath uv a livin' God is a…goin' to sweep these mount ins； ef some mighty tall repentin' hain't done。 Of co'se he got all them notions from Gabe。 But Isom al'ays was quar； 'n' seed things hisself。 He ain't no fool！〃
The girl was listening。 Morbidly sensitive to the supernatural； she had turned toward him； and her face was relaxed with fear and awe。
〃He's havin' dreams 'n' sech…like now； 'n' I reckon thar's nothing he's seed or heerd that he don' talk about。 He's been a…goin' on about you；〃 he added； abruptly。 The girl's hands gave a nervous twitch。 〃Oh； he don't say nothin' ag'in' ye。 I reckon he tuk a fancy to ye。 Mam was plumb distracted； not knowin' whar he had seed ye。 She thought it was like his other talk； 'n' I never let on…a…knowin' how mam was。〃 A flush rose like a flame from the girl's throat to her hair。 〃 But hit's this；〃 Rome went on in an unsteady tone； 〃that he talks most about； 'n' I'm sorry myself that trouble's a…comm'。〃 He dropped all pretence now。 〃I've been a…watchin' fer ye over thar on t' other shore a good deal lately。 I didn't know ye at fust； Marthy 〃…he spoke her name for the first time…' 'n' Gabe says y'u didn't know me。 I remembered ye； though； 'n' I want to tell ye now what I tol' ye then： I've got nothin' ag'in you。 I was hopin' ye mought come over ag'in…hit was sorter cur'us that y'u was the same gal…the same gal…〃
His self…control left him； he was halting in speech； and blundering he did not know where。 Fumbling an empty bag at the hopper； he had not dared to look at the girl till he heard her move。 She had risen； and was picking up her bag。 The hard antagonism of her face calmed him instantly。
Hain't ye goin' to have yer grist ground？
Not hyeh；〃 she answered； quickly。
〃Why； gal 〃 He got no further。 Martha was gone； and he followed her to the bank； bewildered。
The girl's suspicion； lulled by his plausible explanation； had grown sharp again。 The mountaineer knew that she had been coming there。 He was at the mill for another reason than to take the boy's place； and with swift in…tuition she saw the truth。
He got angry as she rode away…angry with himself that he had let her go； and the same half…tender； half…brutal impulse seized him as when he saw her first。 This time he yielded。 His horse was at hand； and the river not far below was narrow。 The bridle…path that led to the Lewallen cabin swerved at one place to a cliff overlooking the river； and by hard riding and a climb of a few hundred feet on foot he could overtake her half…way up the mountain steep。
The plan was no more than shaped before he was in the saddle and galloping down the river。 The set of his face changed hardly a line while he swam the stream； and； drenched to the waist； scaled the cliff。 When he reached the spot； he found the prints of a woman's shoe in the dust of the path； going down。 There were none returning； and he had not long to wait。 A scarlet bit of color soon flashed through the gray bushes below him。 The girl was without her bag of corn。 She was climbing slowly； and was looking at the ground as though in deep thought。 Reckless as she was； she had come to realize at last just what she had done。 She had been pleased at first； as would have been any woman； when she saw the big mountaineer watching her； for her life was lonely。 She had waved her bonnet at him from mere mischief。 She hardly knew it herself； but she had gone across the river to find out who he was。 She had shrunk from him as from a snake thereafter； and had gone no more until old Jasper had sent her because the Lewallen mill was broken； and because she was a woman； and would be safe from harm。 She had met him then when she could not help herself。 But now she had gone of her own accord。 She had given this Stetson； a bitter enemy； a chance to see her； to talk with her。 She had listened to him； she had been on the point of letting him grind her corn。 And he knew how often she had gone to the mill； and he could not know that she had ever been sent。 Perhaps he thought that she had come to make overtures of peace； friendship； even more。 The suspicion reddened her face with shame； and her anger at him was turned upon herself。 Why she had gone again that day she hardly knew。 But if there was another reason than simple perversity； it was the memory of Rome Stetson's face when he caught her boat and spoke to her in a way she could not answer。 The anger of the moment came with every thought of the incident afterward； and with it came too this memory of his look； which made her at once defiant and uneasy。 She saw him now only when she was quite close； and； startled； she stood still； his stern look brought her the same disquiet； but she gave no sign of fear。
Whut's the matter with ye？
The question was too abrupt； too savage； and the girl looked straight at him； and her lips tightened with a resolution not to speak。 The movement put him beyond control。
〃Y'u puts hell into me； Marthy Lewallen； y'u puts downright hell into me。〃 The words came between gritted teeth。 〃I want to take ye up 'n' throw ye off this cliff clean into the river； 'n' I reckon the next minute I'd jump off atter ye。 Y'u've 'witched me； gal！ I forgits who ye air 'n' who I be； 'n' sometimes I want to come over hyeh 'n' kerry ye out'n these mount ins； n' nuver come back。 You know whut I've been watchin' the river fer sence the fust time I seed ye。 You know whut I've been a…stayin' at the mill fer； 'n' Steve mad 'n' mam a…jowerin'…'n' a…lookin' over hyeh fer ye night 'n' day！ Y'u know whut I've jes swum over hyeh fer！ Whut's the matter with ye？〃
Martha was not looking for a confession like this。 It took away her shame at once； and the passion of it thrilled her； and left her trembling。 While he spoke her lashes drooped quickly； her face softened； and the color came back to it。 She began intertwining her fingers； and would not look up at him。
Ef y'u hates me like the rest uv ye； why don't ye say it right ou
