turn him. I'll say that. No, if they had to get him with a shotgun that day, ’twas nobody’s fault nor sin. If Guy Bullard seen Daniel there on the sand with an ax in his hand and foam-like on his lips, and the little ones cornered where he caught them between cliff and water—Guy’s own baby amongst them—and knowing the sicness of the Kains as he and everybody else did—why, I’m free and willing to say ’twas his bounden duty to hold a true aim and pull a steady trigger on Daniel, man of his though I was, and man of his poor father before him———
“No, I can’t make it right to lay blame on any man for it, no more than I can on them, his brother officers, that broke Maynard’s neck with their tent-pegs the night after Gettysburg. No, no———”
It was evidently a time-worn theme, an argument, an apologia, accepted after years of bitterness and self-searching. He went on with the remote serenity of age, that has escaped the toils of passion, pursuing the old, worn path of his mind, his eyes buried in vacancy.
“No, ’twas a mercy to the both of them, father and son, and a man must see it so. ’Twould be better of course if they could have gone easier, same as the old Maynard went, thinking himself the Lord our God to walk on the water and calm the West Indy gale. That’s better, better for all hands round. But if it had to come so, in violence and fear, then nobody need feel the sin of it on his soul—nobody excepting the old man Bickers, him that told Daniel. For ’twas from that day he began to take it on.
“I saw it myself. There was Daniel come home from other parts where his mother had kept him, out of gossip’s way, bright as you please and knowing nothing wrong with the blood of the Kains. And so I say the sin lays on the loose-wagging tongue of Bickers, for from the day he let it out to Daniel, Daniel changed. ’Twas like he’d heard his doom, and went to it. Bickers is dead a long time now, but may the Lord God lay eternal damnation on his soul!”
Even then there was no heat; the curse had grown a formula. Having come to the end, the old man’s
