The Valley of Silent Men eBook

James Oliver Curwood
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 227 pages of information about The Valley of Silent Men.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow,” he said.  “And if I find out anything more about the girl, I’ll report.”

He tried to laugh, but there was a tremble in his voice, a break in the humor he attempted to force.

Kent listened to the tramp of his heavy feet as they went down the hall.

CHAPTER III

Again the world came back to Kent, the world that lay just beyond his open window.  But scarcely had O’Connor gone when it began to change, and in spite of his determination to keep hold of his nerve Kent felt creeping up with that change a thing that was oppressive and smothering.  Swiftly the distant billowings of the forests were changing their tones and colors under the darkening approach of storm.  The laughter of the hills and ridges went out.  The shimmer of spruce and cedar and balsam turned to a somber black.  The flashing gold and silver of birch and poplar dissolved into a ghostly and unanimated gray that was almost invisible.  A deepening and somber gloom spread itself like a veil over the river that only a short time before had reflected the glory of the sun in the faces of dark-visaged men of the Company brigade.  And with the gloom came steadily nearer a low rumbling of thunder.

For the first time since the mental excitement of his confession Kent felt upon him an appalling loneliness.  He still was not afraid of death, but a part of his philosophy was gone.  It was, after all, a difficult thing to die alone.  He felt that the pressure in his chest was perceptible greater than it had been an hour or two before, and the thought grew upon him that it would be a terrible thing for the “explosion” to come when the sun was not shining.  He wanted O’Connor back again.  He had the desire to call out for Cardigan.  He would have welcomed Father Layonne with a glad cry.  Yet more than all else would he have had at his side in these moments of distress a woman.  For the storm, as it massed heavier and nearer, filling the earth with its desolation, bridged vast spaces for him, and he found himself suddenly face to face with the might-have-beens of yesterday.

He saw, as he had never guessed before, the immeasurable gulf between helplessness and the wild, brute freedom of man, and his soul cried out—­not for adventure, not for the savage strength of life—­but for the presence of a creature frailer than himself, yet in the gentle touch of whose hand lay the might of all humanity.

He struggled with himself.  He remembered that Dr. Cardigan had told him there would be moments of deep depression, and he tried to fight himself out of the grip of this that was on him.  There was a bell at hand, but he refused to use it, for he sensed his own cowardice.  His cigar had gone out, and he relighted it.  He made an effort to bring his mind back to O’Connor, and the mystery girl, and Kedsty.  He tried to visualize McTrigger, the man he had saved from the hangman, waiting for Kedsty in the office at barracks.  He pictured the girl, as O’Connor had described her, with her black hair and blue eyes—­and then the storm broke.

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