Zeke offered a protest, but it was disregarded.
“I know Plutina,” Sutton said, earnestly, “and I know you, Zeke. I want to help. Now, I wonder—”
He fell silent for a space, thinking deeply. When he spoke again it was with curt decisiveness:
“It’s hurrying things a bit, but not too much. I’ll have you stay down there, Zeke, and get after the timber as soon as you have Plutina back.” 195
Then, as the young man regarded him in bewilderment, he explained fully:
“I’ve just heard a rumor that Grearson and Company are going to send a man down there. I’ll beat them to it. I meant to start you off in a month or so. But you’ve learned all you need to here, and it’s better to hurry, so as not to run any risk of my competitors getting in ahead. We’ll get away on the train to-night.”
So it came about that the two reached Norfolk late in the afternoon of the following day, after what had seemed to the tortured lover an eternity of listless crawling toward the mountains. Now Zeke felt no longer dismay over the rapid flight of the train, as in his first journeying, but only a fierce longing to cover the miles more swiftly. For he appreciated how great was the crisis. Plutina had written him of her part in the raid on Hodges’ still, and she had expressed in some degree the apprehensions she felt. Zeke was sure that, somehow, Plutina’s betrayal of the still had become known to the outlaw, and on this account the man had sought vengeance. The lover sickened at the thought of the form that brutal vengeance might take. Often, Sutton, covertly watchful, averted his glance that he might not see the despair on the mountaineer’s face.
The two travelers were on their way to the ferry 196 in Norfolk, when inspiration came to Zeke: He bethought him of Cyclone Brant, and the stag-hound, Jack. A few words sufficed for explanation of the matter to Sutton, who welcomed the idea of securing such assistance for the search.
“I kin git ’im, if he’s home,” Zeke declared, eagerly. “He lives in Suffolk, ’bout twenty miles toward Wilkes. I’ll try an’ git ’im on the ’phone.”
In this, he was successful, and he was greatly cheered by the anxiety displayed by Brant to be of assistance. But the detective was distressed over the delay of twelve hours that must ensue before they could get a train to North Wilkesboro’. Sutton removed this difficulty by ordering a special, which should be made up at once, and should stop at Suffolk to take on Brant and his dog. So, within the hour, the three men and the hound were rushing at rocking speed along the tortuous river course that led into the mountains. Instructions had been sent ahead, by Brant’s suggestion, to have an automobile and driver in readiness for the arrival of the party at the North Wilkesboro’ station.