CHAPTER V
MISS KENDRICK'S PLEASURE
"I suppose it's my uncle you want to see, so I'll be going," said Miss Kendrick in her piquant voice. She had been reading as I was ushered into the library, and now stood, book in hand, in a graceful attitude of meditated flight.
"If you please," I said, "it's not your uncle I want to see. I want to ask a favor of you."
"A favor? Of me? Well, I hope it has nothing to do with the Bellinger ball, for I'm trying to invent an excuse for not going." And Miss Kendrick tilted her nose and looked defiantly at me.
"I had no idea such an atrocity was in contemplation," I said. "What I want is some advice."
"Oh, how delightful!" cried Miss Kendrick, sinking into her chair and motioning me to a seat. "I always did dearly love to give advice. It's such fun, for nobody ever follows it, and I can always tell them how much better things would have turned out if they had. But I never had anybody come and ask for it before." There was a sarcastic note in her piquant voice that made me wonder, after all, whether I liked it.
"Now you are making sport of me," I said.
"Not at all. I am quite serious, and shall listen with all my ears. Who is she, and what is the difficulty?"
"Cherchez la femme--I see you have learned your proverbs. She's a little heathen and I forgot to ask her name, and–"
"You're a heathen yourself, then. Why don't you tell your story straight?"
"You interrupted me. She's a Chinese girl–"
"Oh," cried Miss Kendrick, "I don't want to criticize, but if she isn't prettier than the ones I've seen, it's due my conscience to tell you that I don't admire your taste. And you might at least have inquired her name."
"Good heavens!" I gasped. "It's not a love affair."
"How disappointing!" she sighed, with an affectation of addressing the bust of Homer that frowned from the top of the bookcase. "I thought he was going to be interesting. Well, if it isn't a love affair, I don't see what you want my advice for; but if you'll have the goodness to explain the matter, I'll do my best for you."
Thereupon I told her the story of my morning's adventure, or so much as concerned the Chinese maiden, and set forth the wish of Big Sam to have the girl in the hands of a white woman who would surrender her on demand.
"Now, I've gone to three ladies I thought might be willing to undertake the charge," I concluded, "but they would hear nothing of it unless she was to be converted and stay with the whites, or with Christian Chinese. That is out of the question. I'm at the end of my list, and I'm looking for another; so I've come to you."
Miss Kendrick listened with absorbed interest. Whatever of raillery or affectation there had been in her manner was gone.
"I'm not wise about such matters," she said soberly, "but I think you have done what you ought. I've heard of this dreadful slavery from the girls who teach at the Mission, but I can hardly believe it. I'm sure we must do what we can to save this girl." She was silent for a little, and then went on. "I'm afraid my list is the Mission list. And you're quite certain the Mission list won't do?"
"Quite certain."
She counted her small fingers with an inaudible moving of the lips, and I watched her with the pleasure that one takes in watching a pretty child. She was so small it seemed impossible that she was seriously considering one of the serious problems of life. She gave a little sigh as the last finger was reached.
"I'm afraid I don't know her," she said regretfully. "All my ladies are very religious ladies, and I don't think they would approve your bargain at all. I'm not sure, on mature consideration, that I approve it myself."
"It is that or nothing."
"Isn't there a law, or a habeas corpus writ, or a policeman, or something?" said Miss Kendrick anxiously.
"I'm afraid," said I, smiling grimly at the recollection of Big Sam and his power, "that the law doesn't afford us much encouragement. We should never find her if we tried that policy."
"Well, I suppose you know best about that. So I don't see anything to do but to take her in here."
"Why, Miss Kendrick!" I exclaimed. "I didn't think of such a thing as that. What would your uncle say?"
"Uncle might be a little explosive," admitted Miss Kendrick with a smile, "but it's just possible that he could be managed."
I was perplexed to know what to do. I could see vague, unformed reasons against accepting her offer, yet it might prove that there was no other resource, if I was not to abandon the Chinese girl to her fate. I was turning over in my mind what to say when a servant appeared and announced:
"Mr. Baldwin to see you, Miss."
Miss Kendrick blushed very prettily at the name, and I felt a sudden dislike of any man who should be so far in her favor that his name should call the color to her face.
"Here's the man who can help us," she said. "He's sure to know somebody who will do."
This confidence in Mr. Baldwin gave me a most unpleasant shock, nor were my unchristian feelings softened by the air of confidential proprietorship with which Mr. Baldwin took Miss Kendrick's hand and replied to Miss Kendrick's greeting.
Mr. Baldwin proved to be a tall, big-faced young man, with a black mustache and a pair of snapping black eyes. He accepted an introduction with such frigid politeness that it was only an access of internal resentment that prevented me from being frozen.
"I believe we have not met," he said coldly.
"I believe not," I replied cheerfully, "though I saw you in the last trial of Merwin against Bolton."
He bowed in a superior way at the compliment of the recollection, though as junior member of the firm of Hunter, Fessenden and Baldwin he had played in court what the actors know as a "thinking part" as the guardian of a stack of law books from which his more celebrated partners drew their inspiration.
"For the defense," admitted Mr. Baldwin. "A very interesting case."
"Oh, don't get him started on that, Mr. Hampden," said Miss Kendrick. "I've lectured him on the wickedness of being in the hire of that awful Peter Bolton, but he's quite incorrigible. I've something much more important to talk to him about."
"I am all ears," said Mr. Baldwin, unbending graciously. It was marvelous to note the difference in his manner of addressing us.
"Not so bad as that!" said Miss Kendrick. "Well, it's a case of knight-errantry that Mr. Hampden has engaged in, and your help is needed."
"Oh," said Mr. Baldwin, "my services are tendered only to beauty in distress."
"That's exactly the case," said Miss Kendrick. "It isn't Mr. Hampden who is to be rescued. It's a lady fair. She's locked up in the ogre's castle and I want her taken out."
"Very good," said Mr. Baldwin. "Would any particular time suit you? It lacks three hours yet of midnight."
"Oh, it must be done right away," said Miss Kendrick.
"Well," I said, "Mr. Baldwin should be enlightened as to the chief difficulty. There's no trouble in getting the lady in the case. The principal thing is to know what to do with her after she's rescued." I began to hope that Mr. Baldwin might know of some proper custodian for the Chinese girl.
"Why, Mr. Hampden is to marry her out of hand, I suppose," said he. "That's the way it used to run in the old story-books."
"Thank you, no," I laughed. "I resign my claim to Mr. Baldwin in advance."
"I don't think it would do," said Miss Kendrick, shaking her head sagely. "Besides, there are other conditions to be fulfilled. But I truly want your counsel, Mr. Baldwin."
"At your service. Let me hear the case."
Thereupon Miss Kendrick stated the problem of the Chinese girl.
"Now," she continued, "unless you can suggest some better way, I want her brought here."
"Well, my advice, since you have asked it, is to have nothing to do with the affair," said Mr. Baldwin.
"Oh, that wasn't the part I wanted to ask you about," said Miss Kendrick composedly. "I want to find if you know anybody better fitted than I am to take charge of her under the conditions–some older person, you know, for I'm not so venerable as I'm afraid I shall be some day."
Mr. Baldwin appeared to be no better pleased than I with the idea of having Miss Kendrick take charge of the girl.
"These are not the sort of people you should have to do with," he began, when she stopped him.
"Were you going to say that you knew of somebody who can do it better than I? Because if you weren't, the sooner you and Mr. Hampden start on your expedition the sooner you'll be coming back."
I was not so sure that I cared for the company of Mr. Baldwin in my visit to Big Sam, but I could see no way to decline it.
"I think," said Mr. Baldwin with sudden brightening, "that we want Mercy Fillmore. She isn't so old a person as you might like, Miss Kendrick, but she has taken to charity work and is used to dealing with this sort of people. Except for her liking for that kind of work, she's a reasonable creature and doesn't make conversion to a church the sole object of her life. I don't see why she has gone in for it, but as she has decided to waste her life in that way she might as well waste it on this young person as on any other."
"I remember her," said Miss Kendrick, nodding her shapely head. "She was one of the 'big girls' when I started to school. She was very good to us youngsters and I believe the other big girls used to call her 'a little queer.' I used to think her quite grown up, for she was fifteen when I was ten. But I dare say she wouldn't seem so venerable now. I'm sure she would be just the one–if she'll do it."
"I can answer for her, I think," said Mr. Baldwin.
"Well, you can't see her to-night," said Miss Kendrick, "so you had better go with Mr. Hampden and bring the girl here. Then you can arrange with Miss Fillmore to-morrow."
Mr. Baldwin looked appealingly at me.
"Why wouldn't it be better," I said, "to leave the girl where she is till to-morrow? I shall tell Big Sam what we have decided and he can keep her safe."
Mr. Baldwin nodded approval.
"I see," said Miss Kendrick, "that you have oceans of confidence in Big Sam and those murderous highbinders. But I'm not a man, and I haven't. I don't know what will happen before morning. Now, if you'll put on your hats and coats and go, you'll relieve my mind."
I rose reluctantly.
"If you don't like to go alone," said Miss Kendrick, with a saucy shake of the head and a very determined look about the mouth, "I'll ask you to be my escort."
"But, I was about to ask–what will your uncle say?"
"Say?" cried the hearty voice of Wharton Kendrick, as his big frame filled the doorway and his ruddy face shone in the light. "Why, shovels and scissors, gentlemen, he would say just what she told him to. What's it about?"
Miss Kendrick had risen, and with an emphatic nod of the head at this indorsement of a blank check in her favor, looked at us steadily.
"In that case, we'd best be going," said Mr. Baldwin. "Miss Kendrick can explain the case better than we."
"I shall expect you back in an hour," she said.
CHAPTER VI
BIG SAM'S DIPLOMACY
We walked down the street in silence, and I could feel Mr. Baldwin's chilling disapproval of our errand radiating from him at every step.
"We had better take the Clay Street car down to the City Hall, and get a hack at the Plaza," I said at last.
"I suppose that will be the best way," he assented coldly. "Since we are in for this unfortunate business, the less notice we attract, the better."
His tone roused a flash of temper in me, and I replied tartly:
"If the business is so distasteful to you, there are plenty of streets that lead in the other direction."
"Very true," he said with a shrug. But his steady footstep told me that he had no thought of turning back. We fell into silence, and so continued until we reached the Plaza.
"What's this?" I exclaimed, for at the corner of Clay and Kearny Streets a crowd was gathered, and a cheer, or rather a confusion of vocal applause, broke out as we approached.
A man mounted on a cart was shouting fiercely to several hundred men who had gathered about him, and I could hear such words as "leprous heathen," "cursed Mongols," and other phrases of denunciation roll from his lips.
I looked at him more closely. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and his coarse, florid features brought in a flash of memory the scene in the House of Blazes when the bleeding policeman had been rescued from his hoodlum assailants.
"Why, that's Kearney!" I cried.
"A friend of yours?" asked Mr. Baldwin sarcastically.
"I met him once."
"Perhaps you'd like to renew your acquaintance," said Mr. Baldwin, as we paused in curiosity on the edge of the crowd. "He seems to have an education in classical history."
We caught some reference to the labor troubles of Rome, and the fate of the freeman under the slave system that destroyed the ancient republic.
"I hadn't suspected it from a moment's speech with him," I said. "He has a good voice for this sort of work."
The crowd again broke out into tumultuous shouts at some bit of pleasing denunciation.
"Where are the police?" said Mr. Baldwin. "They ought to stop this."
I pointed to three or four members of the force who were standing near the speaker, apparently indifferent to his language.
"That's a scandalous neglect of duty," said Mr. Baldwin. "But we had better go about our unfortunate errand."
We had gone but two steps, however, before a hand grasped me by the shoulder.
"Glad to see you, Hampden. Glad to see you interested in the cause of the people. Welcome to our reception!"
It was the voice of Parks, giving boisterous greeting as he shook me by the hand.
"Isn't he great?" he continued rapidly. "What do you think of his speech?"
There was pride of authorship in his inquiry, and every movement testified to the excitement and pleasure that thrilled him.
"Is this your first performance?" I asked.
"No," he said. "We've been trying it on the street corners at odd times. Now we are ready to begin in earnest. What do you think of it?"
"I think you are rash to begin your agitation so near the police station. Your man will probably find himself in jail before he gets through his speech."
"The very thing!" said Parks explosively. "The best advertisement we could have. Here's our motto: 'The Chinese must go.' You can see it stirs 'em. Listen to that cheer. What could rouse the men of the city faster than to have Kearney thrown into jail for expressing their sentiments? Sir, if you think otherwise, you do not understand the people."
Parks gave an emphatic shake to his head and another to his warning forefinger that was held before me, and the wild look of the enthusiast glowed in his face.
"Doubtless you are right," I admitted. "But I must keep an engagement that will deprive me of the privilege of listening to your orator."
"You will have to listen to him some day," said Parks, shaking his finger at us once more. "The day of the people is coming."
Mr. Baldwin had been watching us with some interest.
"Your friend appears to be very much in earnest," he said as we went our way.
"There's a man who's very likely to be hanged because he thinks he has an idea," I replied.
"I should say he was more likely to end his days in the violent ward at Stockton," returned Mr. Baldwin.
"Perhaps you are the better guesser," I admitted. "It will depend on his opportunities."
We had come among the hackmen at the other end of Portsmouth Square, and I picked out one with courage in his face and a good span of horses to his hack.
"This will do, I think," I said.
"Very good," replied Mr. Baldwin, stepping into the hack. "Have you arranged any plan of proceeding? I suppose you know the condition of affairs better than I." This last an evident apology for deferring to my judgment.
"Yes," said I, as we lurched around the corner and rolled up Washington Street. "You had better remain with the hack across the street and a door or two from Big Sam's. I shall run up-stairs and tell him our plans. If he approves of them we will bring the girl down, bundle her into the hack and get her out of here as quick as the fates will let us."
"You are certain you would not like company when you go up the stairs to see Big Sam?" inquired Mr. Baldwin carelessly.
"I don't think it necessary," I replied.
"Are you armed?" he asked.
"I have a revolver."
"Very good. I have nothing but a penknife. It is hardly customary to carry firearms when making a social call."
"I do not make a habit of it," I said coldly. "I expected to come here to-night, and I did not foresee that I was to have company."
He made no reply to this, and the hack drew up near Big Sam's door as I had directed.
I stepped out and Mr. Baldwin followed.
"I think you had better remain here," I said.
"Perhaps," he replied. "But if you have no objection I'll stop at the foot of the stairs. You might have occasion to call to me and I should hear you better there."
"I think there is no danger."
"Big Sam is not as scrupulous as you may think. It has been said that men have gone up those stairs who never came down."
I remembered Big Sam's judgment hall, and the power he had apparently exercised over the warring tongs, and thought it quite likely that judgments had been executed as well as passed within its walls.
"Suit yourself," I said. "But as you are not armed you can do nothing but raise an alarm if the need comes. And you may be in more danger than I."
"Perhaps the hackman has a pistol," said Mr. Baldwin coolly. "I may be able to get a loan."
The hackman proved to be supplied with a fire-arm and he surrendered it cheerfully to Mr. Baldwin.
"Oh, the place has a bad name, but I've been through it for tin year and niver fired a shot," said he, laughing at the apprehension of the two innocent strangers he supposed us to be. And we crossed the street and opened the door of the shop that made the entrance to Big Sam's lodgings.
Four or five Chinese lounged about the place and one took my name to Big Sam. The others watched us furtively, and one made some comment upon us that caused his companions to give us a quick look and grim smile.
The action was not lost on Mr. Baldwin.
"Our friend's body-guard do not seem to anticipate the same ending to the affair that you do, Mr. Hampden," said he, with a shrug of the shoulder.
"I do not suppose they are in his confidence in the matter," said I. Then as the messenger returned with word that I was to "come up," I continued: "Keep near the door in yonder corner where you can not be taken from behind. If anything happens, get to the police station as soon as you can. I shall probably be back inside of ten minutes."
Mr. Baldwin bowed as his reply to this injunction, and spoke affably to the shopman who had paused from the swift reckoning of his accounts on an abacus, and was watching us furtively with the innocent pretense of casting up sums in his mind.
I mounted the rough stairs and in another minute was ushered into Big Sam's office.
The softer lights of the night that came from the gas-jets brought out the richness of the apartment far more effectively than the coarse light of day. The carvings and painted ornaments showed to more advantage, and the colors were softened into harmony with the western eye. In spite of the preoccupation of my errand, I could not repress an exclamation of pleasure at the sight.
Big Sam sat at his desk as he had sat when I left him in the morning, and looked at me with bland impassiveness.
"Good evening, Mr. Hampden," he said politely. "Can I serve you again?"
"No," I said, a little taken aback at this greeting. "It is on your business I have come."
"And your companion down-stairs?" he said, looking at me out of half-closed oriental eyes.
"He may be of service in case–"
Big Sam raised his hand to check my speech and spoke in Chinese. At his words there was the soft sound of the closing of a door somewhere behind the screens.
"A prudent precaution," he said. "You have found a place for the girl?"
"Yes," I replied. "I must say I do not fully approve of what I am going to do. But it is not on account of your ward. Nothing could be better for her than what I have to offer."
Then I explained with some detail the plans that had been approved by Miss Kendrick. He listened with studious attention.
"Miss Kendrick is too kind," said Big Sam diplomatically. "She is young, I believe?"
I bowed.
"And Miss Fillmore also?"
I bowed again.
"And you do not approve?"
"I do not."
"I see your reasons. Perhaps you are right. Do you wish to abandon the girl to her fate?"
"Oh, not at all. But with more time–"
"There is no more time."
"Not to-morrow?"
"The tongs are even now in session. I have word that before morning there will be a demand for the girl, and if she is not surrendered there will be the reward of blood."
"You are more powerful than they," said I, remembering the scene of the morning.
"I have passed the limits of my power," said Big Sam placidly. "What is it you say of Russia? 'Despotism tempered by assassination?' Well, I am but little of a despot, and the assassin has so much the better opportunity."
"And by to-morrow you would give her up?" I asked.
"To be frank with you, I would give her up to-night, Mr. Hampden, if it would purchase peace and safety."
I looked sharply at Big Sam, but the oriental mask gave back the record of nothing but bland and child-like simplicity.
"Then why not?" I asked.
"There is but one girl. There are two tongs," said Big Sam.
"That makes a difficulty," I admitted. "Yet only one tong owns the girl."
"I fear I could not explain to you the attitude and customs of the tongs in this matter," said Big Sam with a smile. "One tong demands the delivery of the girl, or five thousand dollars. That is the one you would perhaps call the owner of the girl. The other demands the girl, or twenty-five hundred dollars."
"Seventy-five hundred dollars for a girl–that is a little expensive."
"I believe some of your countrymen have paid more. Though the bargain has not been made in so simple a fashion."
Big Sam allowed himself to smile.
"I don't see how we are to help you then," I said. "But if you think it will put the tongs in better humor to have the girl in our custody, we are at your service."
"This evening," said Big Sam, "I saw three dogs quarreling over a bone. A fourth dog much larger came by and snatched it. The three dogs ceased to quarrel and started in chase of the fourth."
"A cheerful augury," I said. "I wish no quarrel with assassins, and least of all would I wish to bring them upon Mr. Kendrick's household."
"The fourth dog," continued Big Sam, "was larger–much larger–than the three put together. They ceased the chase before it was fairly begun, and joined in mourning their loss."
"You put me in doubt," said I. "I must not bring danger to others."
"I can guarantee their safety, Mr. Hampden," said Big Sam. "Your police have impressed it thoroughly on the minds of our people that the white race is not to be meddled with by any but white men."
I hesitated, still fearful of the dangers that might follow the custody of the girl.
"There is then no resource but to turn the girl into the street," said Big Sam decisively. "I can not risk my plans merely to secure her safety."
"Nor your life," I retorted.
"Oh, a man will die when he dies. Life, death, riches, poverty–they are man's fate. But my plans–they are much to me and my people."
Big Sam then pulled a cord that swung behind him. The door opened and the Chinese girl, frightened and tearful, was pushed in.
"The decision is for you, Mr. Hampden," he said.
I looked upon her and thought what the decision meant to her.
"Does she go with you, or with the tongs?" he asked.
"I have decided. I will take her," I said with sudden resolution.
"On the conditions I mentioned this morning?"
"It is late to bargain," said I.
"On the contrary," he said, "it is necessary. It is only with these conditions of compromise that I can hope to make my peace with the tongs."
"You have my promise," I said, rising.
"One moment," said Big Sam. "I believe you are a brave man, Mr. Hampden."
"I really don't know," I replied.
"At least you do not mind hearing a few revolver shots?"
"Not at all."
"They will serve to amuse some of our friends who are on the watch."
The implied information that we were spied upon by sentinels of the tongs startled me for a moment, though I might have known that they would not neglect so obvious a precaution.
"If you and your friend wouldn't mind breaking a window and smashing something and firing a shot or two yourselves and making a good deal of noise before you carry off the girl, it would oblige me."
"Why should we attract so much attention? Is it not better to slip out quietly?"
"Do you think to avoid the eyes that are watching?" said Big Sain. "The bold course is the best. We make sound as of a fight. The watchers of the two tongs will each believe that the other has made an attack. They will hasten to the meeting places to summon help. For a minute the road will be clear. Then you must run for it."
This was more of an enterprise than I had bargained for, and if I had had time to think I should have got out of Big Sam's net and left him to carry out his plans through some other agency. But I did not stop to reflect and acted at the urging of the wily Oriental.
"Take the girl," he said, and spoke to her in brief command. "My men will assist you to disturb things down-stairs."
I picked my way down the steps, and the soft clack of the Chinese shoe sounded behind me as the girl followed. Big Sam accompanied me to the lower floor, and, after making sure that our hack was where we had left it, he gave orders to his men. I hastily explained the situation to Mr. Baldwin.
"Ah–a comedy performance," he said with affected carelessness. But I could see that he cursed himself for a fool for being drawn into the affair.
"Draw your revolver, but don't fire more than one shot," I said.
Big Sam gave a shout, and in an instant the place was filled with a medley of voices raised in tones of anger and alarm. A table was overturned, boxes were flung about, cries of men rose, a dozen revolver shots followed in quick succession, a woman's scream pierced the air, and there was an excellent imitation of a highbinder affray on a small scale. I fired one shot into the breast of a mandarin, whose painted outlines ornamented a chest, and providently reserved the rest of my bullets for possible need. Then two of the Chinese lifted a heavy box and flung it at the closed doors. There was a crash of wood, a jingle of breaking glass, and the door fell outward.
"Well, I should judge it was time to go," said Mr. Baldwin.
"Come on," I said, seizing the Chinese girl. And we started on the run for the hack as the lights were extinguished.
We had just reached it when two or three more shots were fired and a bullet sang uncomfortably close to my head.
"In there, quick!" I said to Mr. Baldwin, as I lifted the girl to her seat "This place is getting too hot for us."
"Aren't you coming in?" he asked, with a trace of anxiety in his tone.
"No. I'll ride with the driver." I slammed the door and was climbing to the box when two breathless Chinese ran to the side of the hack and wrenched open the door with angry exclamations. There was a howl as one of them staggered back from a blow from Mr. Baldwin's revolver. I gave the other a kick alongside the head that sent him in a heap on his fellow.
It was all done in a second.
"Now!" I said to the driver; and with a cut at his horses we dashed away as cries and shouts and sounds of police whistles began to rise behind us.
As we lurched around the corner of Sacramento Street, I could see three policemen turning into Waverly Place from Clay Street and hurrying to the scene of disturbance. A crowd of shouting Chinese had already gathered about the entrance to Big Sam's store, and a man was waving his arm and pointing after us, while half a dozen Chinese had started on the run in pursuit. Then, the corner turned, the sight was shut out, and we went down the street on the flying gallop.
We slackened speed as we neared Kearny Street, for a policeman stood on the corner. If the sounds of battle had reached him he must certainly have suspected and stopped us. But if he heard anything of the uproar we had raised he had doubtless placed it to the credit of the leather-lunged orator and his clamorous hearers who held forth but a block away. He scarce looked at us, and we swung into Kearny Street on a swift trot, and were soon in the quiet precincts of the shopping district.
The hackman had been silent, heeding only my directions; but now he said:
"I don't know what you've been a-doin', an' it's none of my business. But I'll want pay for this night's work."
"Make yourself easy," I replied. "We've done nothing against the law."
"Oh, it's not the law I'm botherin' about. There's little law for a Chaynese; an' it's not me that would be hollerin' murther if you've sent a dozen of 'em to sup with the divil to-night. But you might have damaged the hack, an' ye'll pay for that."
I promised him a liberal reward, and we rolled rapidly out Sutter Street to Van Ness Avenue, and in a few minutes more had drawn up before Wharton Kendrick's house.
"I am afraid," said Mr. Baldwin as I opened the door to the hack, "that our charge is hurt. She has been groaning for a while, and now I think she has fainted."
My nerves had served me without flinching through the dangers of the escape. But at the apprehension that all our efforts had been in vain, and that death, not we, had been the rescuer, I fell a-trembling.
"I hope not," I cried. "Perhaps she is only scared. Let us carry her into the house."
As I put my hand to the girl, however, my fears received a fresh provocation, for the back of her dress was wet with the sticky wetness of coagulating blood. We lifted her between us, and carried her up the steps. We had scarce reached the upper landing when the door was flung open, and Miss Kendrick peered out.
"Have you brought her?" she cried.
"She is here," I replied, "but–"
"Oh, what is the matter?" interrupted Miss Kendrick in a voice of alarm, as she saw that we carried a senseless burden.