the fortunes of oliver horn-第65章
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est broach the subject； when her brother solved the difficulty by saying：
〃Father was the first man in Brookfleld to indorse the President's call for troops。 He'd have come himself； old as he is； if I had not joined the regiment。 He didn't like you； Horn； I always told him he was wrong。 He'll never forgive himself now when he hears what you have done for me；〃 and he laid his hand affectionately on Oliver's shoulder as he spoke。 〃I liked you as soon as I saw you； and so did mother； and so does Madge； but father was always wrong about you。 We told him so； again and again； and Madge said that father would see some day that you got your politeness from the Cavaliers and we got our plain speaking from the Puritans。 The old gentleman was pretty mad about her saying so； I tell you； but she stuck to it。 Madge is a dear girl； Horn。 A fellow always knows just where to find Madge； no nonsense about her。 She's grown handsome； too handsomer than ever。 There's a new look in her face； somehow； lately。 I tell her she's met somebody in New York she likes； but she won't acknowledge it。〃
Oliver drank in every word； drawing out the brother with skilful questions and little exclamatory remarks that filled Grant with enthusiasm and induced him to talk on。 They were young men again nowbrothers once more； as they had been that first afternoon in the library at Brookfield。 In the joy of hearing from her he entirely forgot his surroundings； and the dangers that still beset them both； a joy intensified because it was the first and only time he had heard someone who knew her talk to him of the woman he loved。 This went on until night fell and Malachi again crawled in through the same low window and helped John into Oliver's clothes。
When all was ready the main door of the warehouse above was opened carefully and the three men walked outMalachi ahead； John and Oliver following。 The moonlit street was deserted； only the barricades of timber and the litter of stones and bricks marked the events of the morning。 Dodging into a side alley and keeping on its shadow side they made their way toward Oliver's home。
When the three reached the Square； the white light of the moon lay full on the bleached columns of the Clayton house。 Outside on the porch； resting against the wall； stood a row of long…barrelled guns glinting in the moon's rays。 Through the open doorway could be seen the glow of the hall lantern； the hall itself crowded with men。 The Horn house was dark； except for a light in Mrs。 Horn's bedroom。 The old servant's visit had calmed their fears； and they had only to wait now until Oliver's return。
Malachi stationed Oliver and John Grant in the shadow of the big sycamore that overhung the house； mounted the marble steps and knocked twice。 Aunt Hannah opened the door。 She seemed to be expecting someone； for the knock was instantly followed by the turning of the knob。
Malachi spoke a few words in an undertone to Hannah； and stepped back to where the two young men were standing。
〃You go in； Marse Oliver。 Leabe de gemman here wid me under de tree。 Everybody's got dere eye wide open nowcan't fool MalachiI knows de signs。
Oliver walked leisurely to the door； closed it softly behind him； and ran upstairs into his mother's arms。
Malachi whispered to Grant； and the two disappeared in the shadows。 At the same moment a bolt shot back in a gate in the rear of the yarda gate rarely unbolted。 Old Hannah stood behind it shading a candle with her hand。 Malachi led the way across the yard； through the green door of Richard's shop； mounted the work…bench； felt carefully along the edge of a trap…door in the ceiling； unhooked a latch； pushed it up with his two hands； the dust sifting down in showers on his head； and disclosed a large； empty loft； once used by the slaves as a sleeping…room； and which had not been opened for years。
Assisted by the negro's arms； Grant climbed to the floor above； where a dim skylight gave him light and air。 A cup of hot coffee was then handed up and the door of the trap carefully fastened； Malachi rumpling the shavings on the work…bench to conceal the dust； No trace of the hiding…place of the fugitive was visible。
When Malachi again reached the front hall； it was in response to someone who was hammering at the door as if to break it down。 The old man peered cautiously out through the small panes of glass。 The sidewalk was crowded with men led by Colonel Clayton； most of them carrying guns。 They had marched over from Clayton's house。 Among them was a posse of detectives from the Police Department。
In answer to their summons Richard had thrown up the window of his bedroom and was talking to Clayton； whose voice Malachi recognized above the murmurs and threats of the small mob。
〃Come down； Horn。 Oliver has proved traitor； just as I knew he would。 He's been hiding one of these damned Yankees all day。 We want that man； I tell you； dead or alive； and we are going to have him。〃
When the door was flung wide Clayton confronted； not Richard； but Oliver。
〃Where's that Yankee？〃 cried Clayton。 He had not expected to see Oliver。 〃We are in no mood for nonsensewhere have you hidden him？〃
Malachi stepped forward before Oliver could answer。
〃Marse Oliver ain't hid him。 If you want him go hunt him！〃
〃You speak like that to me； you black scoundrel；〃 burst out the Colonel； and he raised his arm as if to strike him。
〃Yesme！ Ain't nobody gwine ter tech Marse Oliver while I lib。 I's as free as you is； Marse Clayton。 Ain't no man can lay a han' on me！〃
The Colonel wheeled angrily and gave an order to one of the detectives in a low voice。 Oliver stood irresolute。 He knew nothing of Grant's whereabouts。
The detective moved from the Colonel's side and pushed his way closer to where Oliver stood。
〃There's no use your denying it； young feller； we've heard the whole story from one of our men who saw you jump in front of him。 You bring him out or we'll go through the place from cellar to garret。〃
Oliver gazed straight at the speaker and still held his peace。 He was wondering where Grant had hidden himself and what John's chances were if the crowd searched the house。 Malachi's outburst had left him in the dark。
Mrs。 Horn and Richard； who had followed Oliver and were standing half way down the stairs； looked on in astonishment。 Would Clayton dare to break all the rules of good manners； and search the house； she whispered to Richard。
Another of the detectives now stepped forward a dark； ugly…looking man； with the face of a bulldog。
〃Look here！ I'll settle this。 You and two men crossed the Square ten minutes ago。 This nigger one of 'em； where's the other？〃
Malachi turned and smiled significantly at Oliver a smile he knew。 It was the smile which the old man's face always wore whenever some tortuous lie of the darky's own concoction had helped his young master out of one of his scrapes。
〃I am not here to answer your questions；〃 Oliver replied quietly； a feeling of relief in his heart。
The officer turned quickly and said with an oath to one of the detectives； 〃Send one man to the alley in the rear； and place another at this door。 I'll search the yard and the house。 Let no one of the family leave this hall。 If that nigger moves put the irons on him。〃
The men outside made a circle about the house； some of them moving up the alley to watch the rear。 Clayton leaned against the jamb of the door。 He addressed no word to Richard or Mrs。 Horn； nor did be look their way。 Oliver stood with folded arms under the eight…sided hall…lantern which an officer had lighted。 Now and then he spoke in restrained tones to his mother； who had taken her seat on the stairs； Richard standing beside her。 It was not the fate of the soldier that interested herit was the horror of the search。 Richard had not spoken except to direct Malachi to obey the officer's orders。 The horror of the search did not affect the inventorthat only violated the sanctity of the home： it was the brute force behind it which appalled himthat might annihilate the Republic。
〃It is the beginning of the end；〃 he said to himself。
The tread of heavy feet was again heard coming through the hall。 Malachi turned quickly and a subdued smile lig
