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The sitting position pained him intensely for a few moments, after his long rec.u.mbent att.i.tude, and he rested for the pain to go off.
He heard a noise, and, looking down over the wheel, saw cattle on the brink of the rivulet--cattle endeavoring to bury their noses in the cool water.
The sight gave him fresh life; he must reach that water and drink, and drink, and drink.
He essayed to move his legs--he could. He was quite free. Just cramped, that was all.
What could it mean? How had his liberation been effected?
He looked around, and there was not a trace of the ropes which had bound him.
Yet stay, what was that upon which he was sitting? He put his hands beneath him, and withdrew a piece of rope--a piece of greasy rope.
He examined it carefully. It was a piece that had been entirely covered by his body. He examined the ends, and the marks thereon told him all.
The rats which had caused him such horror had been his salvation.
Attracted by the fat sodden rope, they had gnawed it and gnawed it all the while he was lying unconscious.
And now--thank G.o.d--he was free at last.
CHAPTER XVI
SUSAN TODD SEES A GHOST
That water--that delicious water! Would he ever forget that drink?
It was some little while before he was able to climb off the mill wheel, and he staggered, too, when he reached the ground.
p.r.o.ne on his chest, he buried his mouth and nose in the little stream, and sucked up the water. Never had he tasted sweeter.
He looked across the fields. Away in the distance he could see in the clearness of the early morning the windows of the farmhouse with the blinds drawn.
Half way between himself and the house were the milking sheds.
He walked towards them. He could see the cows beginning to gather there, ready for the relief of the early milking.
He stood sorely in need of food--a draft of milk would be as good as a meal.
At first walking was hard work. His late cramped position told.
But each step he took, the pain seemed to wear away more and more. He reached the sheds, had no difficulty in finding a pail, and was presently gratefully drinking the warm milk. It made a man of him.
It was still early. Susan, he knew, was the first to be up in the household.
If he went to the farm now he would come face to face with the woman who had tried to murder him.
That he determined to do. He was consumed with a feverish anxiety to know why he had been sentenced to death.
At the same time, strong as he felt now, and prepared for a.s.sault, he would take precautions.
He looked around for something wherewith to arm himself. An ax hung by a cord from the wall of the shed. He took it and walked towards the farm.
He knew that Susan would come down and make straight for her kitchen; that the first thing she would do would be to open wide the door leading to the garden.
In that garden he would stand. He was curious to see how she would view him. He would stand there and wait--with the ax behind him in case of accidents.
He did so. Waited a long while. Then he heard the sounds of her footsteps clattering over the hard kitchen floor; the shooting of the top bolt, then the bottom one, the rattle of fingers on the catch, and then the door opened.
He saw the woman--she saw him. The color left her face, she went livid, she threw up her arms, screamed and fell senseless to the floor, muttering:
"A ghost! A ghost!"
Gerald entered the kitchen. The scream had alarmed the people in the house; he could hear them hurriedly moving about up-stairs.
He bent over the unconscious woman. She had struck her head in falling, and it was bleeding slightly.
It would be untrue to record any feeling of pity on Gerald's part. He rather grimly recognized a coincidence.
They both had head wounds. She had let something fall on his, now she had fallen on her own.
"What's this? What--you Gerald! Where have you been? What does this mean?"
It was farmer Depew talking.
"This woman's mad."
"Mad! What on earth do you mean?"
"You will scarcely believe me when I tell you. But the woman is in a faint now. Let us----"
"You leave her to Harper there. Harper, throw some cold water over her.
And now you, Mr. Danvers, just throw some light on these fixings, will you? Where have you pa.s.sed the night?"
"Bound hand and foot to the old mill wheel!"
"See here--you said she was mad, I shall begin to think----"
"Hear me out--you won't then. I have been nearer death's door than I shall ever be again without entering. Death must keep his hinges well oiled," he added grimly, "or I should have heard them creaking."
"What--how did it happen?"
"I went into the mill yesterday afternoon, just before four o'clock.
This young lady"--he indicated Susan with his foot--"was there before me. She had climbed aloft with something heavy. What it was she dropped on my head I don't know, but I know it struck me at the time as being heavy."
"Curious thing to joke about!"