For that one moment, the people fell back on all sides from them; and left them-momentarily recoiled from each other- in a ring of panics.
But clapping both hands to his two breasts, Pierre, on both sides shaking off the sudden white grasp of two rushing girls, tore out both pistols, and rushed headlong upon Glen.
"For thy one blow, take here two deaths! Tis speechless sweet to murder thee!"
Spatterings of his own kindred blood were upon the pavement; his own hand had extinguished his house in slaughtering the only unoutlawed human being by the name of Glendinning;-and Pierre was seized by a hundred contending hands.
VI
That sundown, Pierre stood solitary in a low dungeon of the city prison. The cumbersome stone ceiling almost rested on his brow; so that the long tiers of massive cell-galleries above seemed partly piled on him. His immortal, immovable, bleached cheek was dry; but the stone cheeks of the walls were trickling. The pent twilight of the contracted yard, coming through the barred arrow-slit, fell in dim bars upon the granite floor.
"Here, then, is the untimely, timely end;-Life's last chapter well stitched into the middle; Nor book, nor author of the book, hath any sequel, though each hath its last lettering! — It is ambiguous still. Had I been heartless now, disowned, and spurningly portioned off the girl at Saddle Meadows, then had I been happy through a long life on earth, and perchance through a long eternity in heaven! Now, 'tis merely hell in both worlds. Well, be it hell. I will mold a trumpet of the flames, and, with my breath of flame, breathe back my defiance! But give me first another body! I long and long to die, to be rid of this dishonored cheek. Hung by the neck till thou be dead.-Not if I forestall you, though! — Oh now to live is death, and now to die is life; now, to my soul, were a sword my midwife! — Hark! — the hangman? — who comes?"
"Thy wife and cousin-so they say;-hope they may be; they may stay till twelve," wheezingly answered a turnkey, pushing the tottering girls into the cell, and locking the door upon them.
"Ye two pale ghosts, were this the other world, ye were not welcome. Away! — Good Angel and Bad Angel both! — For Pierre is neuter now!"
"Oh, ye stony roofs, and seven-fold stony skies! — not thou art the murderer, but thy sister hath murdered thee, my brother, oh my brother!"
At these wailed words from Isabel, Lucy shrunk up like a scroll, and noiselessly fell at the feet of Pierre.
He touched her heart. — "Dead! — Girl! wife or sister, saint or fiend!" — seizing Isabel in his grasp-"in thy breasts, life for infants lodgeth not, but death-milk for thee and me! — The drug!" and tearing her bosom loose, he seized the secret vial nestling there.
VII
At night the squat-framed, asthmatic turnkey tramped the dim-lit iron gallery before one of the long honey-combed rows of cells.
"Mighty still there, in that hole, them two mice I let in;- humph!"
Suddenly, at the further end of the gallery, he discerned a shadowy figure emerging from the archway there, and running on before an officer, and impetuously approaching where the turnkey stood.
"More relations coming. These wind-broken chaps are always in before the second death, seeing they always miss the first.-Humph! What a froth the fellow's in? — Wheezes worse than me!"
"Where is she?" cried Fred Tartan, fiercely, to him; "she's not at the murderer's room! I sought the sweet girl there, instant upon the blow; but the lone dumb thing I found there only wrung her speechless hands and pointed to the door;- both birds were flown! Where is she, turnkey? I've searched all lengths and breadths but this. Hath any angel swept adown and lighted in your granite hell?"
"Broken his wind, and broken loose, too, ain't he?" wheezed the turnkey to the officer who now came up.
"This gentleman seeks a young lady, his sister, some way innocently connected with the prisoner last brought in. Have any females been here to see him?"
"Oh, ay, — two of 'em in there now"; jerking his stumped thumb behind him.
Fred darted toward the designated cell.
"Oh, easy, easy, young gentleman"-jingling at his huge bunch of keys-"easy, easy, till I get the picks-I'm housewife here.-Hallo, here comes another."
Hurrying through the same archway toward them, there now rapidly advanced a second impetuous figure, running on in advance of a second officer.
"Where is the cell?" demanded Millthorpe.
"He seeks an interview with the last prisoner," explained the second officer.
"Kill 'em both with one stone, then," wheezed the turnkey, gratingly throwing open the door of the cell. "There's his pretty parlor, gentlemen; step in. Reg'lar mouse-hole, aren't it? — Might hear a rabbit burrow on the world's t'other side;- are they all 'sleep?"
"I stumble!" cried Fred, from within; "Lucy! A light! a light! — Lucy!" And he wildly groped about the cell, and blindly caught Millthorpe, who was also wildly groping.
"Blister me not! take off thy bloody touch! — Ho, ho, the light! — Lucy! Lucy! — she's fainted!"
Then both stumbled again, and fell from each other in the celclass="underline" and for a moment all seemed still, as though all breaths were held.
As the light was now thrust in, Fred was seen on the floor holding his sister in his arms; and Millthorpe kneeling by the side of Pierre, the unresponsive hand in his; while Isabel, feebly moving, reclined between, against the wall.
"Yes! Yes! — Dead! Dead! Dead! — without one visible wound-her sweet plumage hides it.-Thou hellish carrion, this is thy hellish work! Thy juggler's rifle brought down this heavenly bird! Oh, my God, my God! Thou scalpest me with this sight!"
"The dark vein's burst, and here's the deluge-wreck-all stranded here! Ah, Pierre! my old companion, Pierre;- schoolmate-play-mate-friend! — Our sweet boys' walks within the woods! — Oh, I would have rallied thee, and banteringly warned thee from thy too moody ways, but thou wouldst never heed! What scornful innocence rests on thy lips, my friend! — Hand scorched with murderer's powder, yet how woman-soft! — By heaven, these fingers move! — one speechless clasp! — all's o'er!"
"All's o'er, and ye know him not!" came gasping from the wall; and from the fingers of Isabel dropped an empty vial- as it had been a run-out sand-glass-and shivered upon the floor; and her whole form sloped sideways, and she fell upon Pierre's heart, and her long hair ran over him, and arbored him in ebon vines.