And forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors.
ELINOR WREAM was standing at the gate as Victor Burleigh came striding up the street.
"Where are you going so fast,Victor?"she asked."Everybody is in a rush this evening.We had a telegram from the East this afternoon.
Uncle Joshua is very ill,and Uncle Lloyd had to get away on short notice.
Old Bond Saxon went by just now,but,"lowering her voice,"he was awfully drunk and slipped along like a snake.""Have you seen Bug?"Victor asked."Dennie says he left a little while ago to find his ball he lost out north this afternoon.
He wouldn't tell where,because he had promised not to.""No,I have not seen him.But don't be uneasy about Bug.He never plays near the river,nor the railroad tracks,and he always comes in at the right time,"Elinor said,comfortingly.
"I know he always has before,but I want to find him,anyhow."The affectionate tone told Elinor what a loving guardianship was given to the unknown orphan child.
"There was a man here to see Uncle Lloyd just after he left this evening.
The same man that brought a little package for you the night we came home.
I suppose he comes from your part of the state out West,for he seemed to know you and Bug.He asked me if Bug ever played along the river and if he was a shy child.He was a strange-looking man,and I thought he had the cruelest face I ever saw,but I am no expert on strange faces."Victor did not wait for another word.
"I must find Bug right away.You can't think what he is to me,Elinor,"and he hurried away.
At the bend in the Walnut Vic saw Bug's little scarlet stocking cap beside the flat stone.The twilight was almost gone,but the glistening river reflected on the torn bushes above the bank-full stream.
The crushing agony of the first minutes made them seem like hours.
And then the college discipline put in its work.
Vic stopped and reasoned.
"Bug isn't down there.He never goes near the river.That strange man is Tom Gresh.He killed my father and he's laid a trap for me.He doesn't want to kill Bug.He wants to keep him to workout vengeance and hate on me.
He says he'll send me to my father if I go near him.Well,I'm going so near he'll not doubt who I am,and I'll have Bug unharmed if I have to send Gresh where my father could not go even with water to cool his tongue.
A man may fight with a man as he would fight with a beast to save himself or something dearer than himself from beastly destruction,Fenneben says.
That's the battle before me now,and it's to the death."The tiger light was in the yellow eyes as never before and the stern jaw was set,as Victor Burleigh hurried away.
And this was the man who,such a little while ago,was debating with himself over the quiet possession of Bug Buler's inheritance.
Truly the Mastery comes very near to such as he.
It was with tiger-like step and instinct,too,that the young man went leaping up the dark,frost-coated glen.
About the mouth of the cave the blackness was appalling.
It seemed a place apart,cursed with the frown of Nature.Yet in the April time,the sweetest moments of Vic's young life had been spent in this very spot that now showed all the difference between Love and Hate.
As he neared the opening of the cavern he guarded his footsteps more carefully.The jungle beast was alert within him and the college training was giving way to the might of muscle backed by a will to win.
A dim light gleamed in the cave and he watched outside now,as Gresh on the April day had watched him inside.
Down by a wood fire,whose smoke was twisting out through a crevice overhead somewhere,little Bug was sitting on Tom Gresh's big coat,the fire lighting up his tangle of red-brown curls.
His big brown eyes looking up at the man crouching by the fire were eyes of innocent courage,and the expression on the sweet child-face was impenetrable.
"He's a Burleigh.He's not afraid,"Vic thought,exultingly.
"That's half my battle.I had it out with the rattlesnakes.
I'll do better here."
At that moment the outlaw turned toward the door and leaped to his feet as Vic sprang inside.
Bug started up with outstretched arms.
"Keep out of the way,Bug,"Vic cried,as the two men clinched.
And the struggle began.They were evenly matched,and both had the sinews of giants.The outlaw had the advantage of an iron strength,hardened by years of out-door life.
But the college that had softened the country boy somewhat gave in return the quick judgment and superior agility of the trained power that counts against weight before the battle is over.
But withal,it was terrible.One fighter was a murderer by trade,his hand steady for the blackest deeds,and here was a man he had waited long months to destroy.The other fighter was in the struggle to save a life dear to him,a life that must vindicate his conscience and preserve his soul's peace.
Across the stone-floored cave they threshed in fury,until at the farther wall Gresh flung Vic from him against the jagged rock with a force that cut a gash across the boy's head.
The blood splashed on both men's faces as they renewed the strife.
Then with a quick twist Burleigh threw the outlaw to the floor and held him in a clutch that weighed him down like a ledge of rock;and it was pound for pound again.
Away from the mass of burning coals the blackness was horrible.
Beyond that fire Bug sat,silent as the stone wall behind him.
Gresh gained the mastery again,and with a grip on Vic's throat was about to thrust his head,face downward,into the burning embers.
Vic understood and strove for his own life with a maniac's might,for he knew that one more wrench would end the thing.
"You first,and then the baby;I'll roast you both,"Gresh hissed,and Vic smelled the heat of the wood flame.