How could he grin, with that lean, ghastly countenance, whenever he contemplated his terrible jeopardy!
“Ef Tad hed been well keered fur at home I’d hev felt wuss, but ’twouldn’t hev made no differ,” said Marvin; “but I know’d I could do better by him ’n old Griff.”
“Mink’s in jail now to be tried again for drowning him,” said Harshaw, surprised at his own boldness.
“Waal, stranger,” said Marvin satirically, evidently going to make the best of it, “the court air gin over ter makin’ mistakes, an’ we pay taxes ter support a S’preme Court ter make some mo’. Man’s human, arter all; he can’t be trested ter turn from everything else, an’ take arter the right an’ jestice. He ain’t like my gran’dad’s dog, ez would always leave the scent of deer or b’ar an’ trail Injun. That dog knowed what war expected of him, an’ he done it. But man’s human. Man’s nuthin’ but human.”
“Ho! ho! ho!” laughed “hongry Jeb,” in appreciative elation.
A pause ensued.
The sound of the rain on the roof was intermitted at intervals, and the wind lifted a desolate voice in the solitudes. The sense of the vast wilderness without, measureless, trackless, infinitely melancholy, preyed upon the consciousness. Perhaps Harshaw, in the quick transition from the artificial life of the world, was more susceptible to these influences, more easily abashed, confronted with the grave, austere, and august presence of Nature. He had a fleeting remembrance of life in the city: the gush of soft light; the mingled sound of music and the babbling of the fountain in the rotunda of the hotel; the Capitol building, seen sometimes through morning fogs and contending sunshine, isolated in the air above the roofs of the surrounding town, like a fine mirage, some turreted illusion; and again its white limestone walls ponderously imposed, every line definite, upon the deep blue midday sky.
That other sphere of his existence seemed for the moment more real to him; he had a reluctance as of awakening from a trance, as he gazed at the unkempt circle of mountaineers about the dying fire.
They were beginning to yawn heavily now. Marvin was laying the chunks together and covering them with ashes, to keep the coals till morning. Harshaw looked on meditatively. Once, as he lifted his eyes, he became aware that they were all covertly watching him with curiosity and speculation.