“Somethin’ else is apt to happen,” says I. “You can’t never tell.”
“I guess ’most everything has h-happened,” says he. “There hain’t much more left.” Then all of a sudden he give me a poke2 in the ribs3 and says, “Tod Nodder.”
“Eh?” says I.
“Tod Nodder,” says he.
“What about him? Tod Nodder hain’t no reason for pokin’ me black and blue.”
“Who was he always loafin’ around with?”
“Why, George Piggins!” says I.
“Never seen one without the other, did you?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well?” says he.
“Well yourself,” says I, “and see how you like it.”
“I mean,” says he, “that if anybody in the world knows where George is, the feller is Tod Nodder.”
“Maybe so, but what does that git us?”
“If he knows where George is,” says Mark, “maybe we kin git s-s-somethin’ out of him some way.”
“It’s worth t-tryin’,” says I.
“Anythin’s worth t-tryin’,” says he, “and everythin’s worth tryin’ when you’re in the fix we’re in. For a spell we’ll leave Silas Doolittle Bugg to run the mill. I guess he kin l-look after the manufacturin’ end with what help we kin give, and put all our time on f-findin’ George. We know Wiggamore’s l-lookin’ for him, and Wiggamore’s got money to look with. He kin hire men to do his lookin’. All we got is us and what b-brains we got.”
“Admittin’ we got any,” says I.
It was evening when we got home, but we got hold of Binney and Tallow and told them what had happened and how we was going to get all the freight-cars we needed; and we planned how we would meet next morning early, and two of us would keep watch on Miss Piggins’s house and the other two would lay for Tod Nodder. Mark and I were going after Nodder. That left it so that if anything happened one of each couple could stay to watch while the other went for help or to do any following that was necessary. Mark said it would be a pretty good idea to keep an eye on Wiggamore or any men that he had hanging around town.
That’s the way it turned out. Binney stayed to watch Miss Piggins. Tallow went mogging after a strange man with fancy clothes that let on he was a detective and was working for Wiggamore, and Mark and I went to hunt up Tod Nodder.
You could ’most always tell where to find Tod. It was the place where nobody would be like to come along and offer him a job. Tod was the kind that always complained about not having work, and then took mighty4 good care to hide somewheres where work couldn’t find him. Lazy! Whoo! Why, he was so lazy when he fished he did it with a night line, and then he hated to pull it in to take off the fish!
We stopped at the mill a minute, and Silas Doolittle come up to us, all excited.
“Say,” says he, “somebody was monkeyin’ around this mill last night. I was passin’ about nine o’clock and I seen a light. I come rushin’ right down. It looked like the light was ’way up toward the roof. Well, I busted6 right in and went rampagin’ up-stairs, and before I knowed I rammed7 right into a feller on the stairs. He was comin’ down as fast as I was goin’ up, and the way we come together would ’a’ made a railroad accident jealous. He got the best of it, though, for he was a-comin’ down-stairs. Yes, sir. He lammed right into me and clean upset me so’s I rolled all the way down, and doggone it if I didn’t leave about a peck of skin on them steps. Then he trompled right over the top of me and skedaddled. I couldn’t ketch him and I couldn’t find no harm he’d done. But after this I calc’late I’ll sleep right here into this mill. That’s what I’ll do, and if anybody comes fussin’ around I guess they’ll find out they got Silas Doolittle Bugg to reckon with.”
“Mighty good idee,” says Mark. “Say, we got two freight-cars comin’ in this m-mornin’. Git ’em loaded so’s they’ll ketch the noon freight.”
“Have to have help,” says Silas.
“Hire some of them grocery-store loafers to help,” says Mark. “Us f-fellers has got somethin’ mighty important to look after.”
Well, Mark and I started out then to get our eyes on Tod Nodder and to keep them on him. He wasn’t so easy to find as we thought he would be. Maybe that was because there was a man in town trying to hire folks to do some work on the railroad. Tod would hide away from such a man harder than he would hide from a tribe of scalping Indians. He wasn’t at any of the usual loafing-places, and at the livery-stable where he ’most generally slept they said they hadn’t seen him since daylight. They said he started off somewheres about four o’clock in the morning. Now when a man like Tod Nodder goes somewheres at four o’clock in the morning there are lots of things he might go to do, but there hain’t but one thing he’s very likely to go for, and that’s fish.
After we had rummaged8 all around and couldn’t come across him Mark says, “Well, the s-s-skeezicks must’a’ gone f-f-fishin’.”
“Where?” says I.
“Tod’s one of these p-pickerel fishermen,” says Mark. “Seems like pickerel and him is mighty fond of each other. So,” says he, “I calc’late we better make for the bayou.”
The bayou was a kind of elbow of the Looking-glass River that flows into the main river just below town. When the railroad came along they built right across that elbow, shutting it off into a kind of a lake shaped like a letter U, and the banks was mostly swampy9 and all overgrown with underbrush. Seems like the pickerel was fond of hanging around in there, and folks who knew how to fish was always hauling regular whoppers out of there. There was places where the banks were high and where you could take a long pole and fish right from the shore. We sort of figured Tod would pick out one of those places if he was there, on account of its being less work than to row out a boat.
Mark was always thinking ahead a little, so what does he do but go past his house and stop for a lunch. He wasn’t going to be caught out in the country somewheres without anything to eat, not if he knew himself. Then we started off for the bayou, which wasn’t far. We started in at the railroad on one end and just skirted the shore, keeping our eyes open every inch of the way, and, sure enough, along about half-way around we saw a bamboo fish-pole sticking out.
“Injuns,” says Mark Tidd.
“Where?” says I.
“Everywhere. All around us. They’re a r-r-raidin’ party gittin’ ready to bust5 out on the town and scalp everybody and carry off the wimmin and children. We got to creep up on ’em and f-f-find out their plans and warn Wicksville.”
“I don’t understand no Injun language,” says I.
“I do,” says he. “I learned ’most all the Injun languages when I was a captive among them some time back.”
“Um!” says I. “I forgot about that. Come to think of it, I was one of them captives, too. I kin speak Choctaw and Hog10 Latin and a lot of them languages myself.”
“Good!” says he. “Now cautious if you want to keep any hair g-g-growin’ on your head.”
We did pretty good. In ten minutes we was lying not a hundred foot from Tod Nodder, and he hadn’t the least idea in the world that anybody was within a mile of him. At that distance we could whisper without any danger, so Mark leans over and says to me:
“Biggest war p-p-party I ever see,” says he. “They mean b-business. Look at that war-paint.”
Tod was some smeared11 up, but most folks would have called it dirt. I didn’t care, though. If Mark Tidd wanted it to be war-paint, why, war-paint it was. We just laid there and watched and calc’lated how we could save Wicksville from all those savages12 who weren’t there, and we told each other what doggone brave and noble things we was going to do till I got so I thought I was quite a fellow and Mark was all swelled13 up like a toad14 that’s eaten too many flies.
All at once Mark grabbed my arm and says, “Look!”
I looked. Right past Tod Nodder, and about a hunderd feet away from him, a man’s head was coming up slow over the top of a bush. We couldn’t see him well enough to make out who he was, but we could see that he was watching Tod mighty interested. He watched a few minutes and then pulled down his head. Then we could see the bush move a little like he was settling down comfortable behind it. But we couldn’t be sure. Maybe he was crawling off.
“Now what d’you make of that?” I says.
“I don’t make n-nothin’ of it. It’s mysterious,” says Mark.
“S’pose he’s there yet, or did he sneak15 off?”
“Don’t know, but we ought to f-f-find out. How be you on climbin’, Plunk?”
“When folks wants to teach a monkey to climb,” says I, “they fetch it to me.”
“All right,” says he.
“Then suppose you slide b-back there and shin up that big h-hemlock. Keep out of sight on the other side of the trunk. If you kin git ’way up near the top you ought to be able to see down on top of that f-feller if he’s still there.”
I went off quiet. I’ll bet I was so quiet Mark wouldn’t have known I left if he hadn’t been watching me—like Uncas used to do. It wasn’t much of a job to climb that tree, and pretty soon I was ’way up where I could look down on all that part of the country. At first I had to kind of search around with my eyes before I got my bearings. Then I made out Mark Tidd, and started looking for the man. Sure enough, there he was laying on his stomach and taking things as comfortable as he could. He was settled there for the day, by the way things looked, and he was watching Tod Nodder.
I stayed where I was because it was a good place to be. I felt kind of high up and splendid, looking down onto the world. It give me a sort of fine kind of a feeling that I liked.
All the time I kept looking around that patch of underbrush and little trees to see if any other parties of Indians was coming along for reinforcements. I could see plain from where I was, because I was so high up I could look right down over the tops of bushes and everything. Well, pretty soon I saw something that sort of interested me. It was quite a ways behind the man, and I couldn’t make out what it was, but there was a look about it that didn’t fit, somehow. You know what I mean. Whatever it was looked as if it didn’t belong where it was. I kept watching it, and sometimes I thought it moved and sometimes I knew it didn’t move. I couldn’t make up my mind which.
I couldn’t tell what the shape of it was, nor anything, but it looked suspicious, so I kept right on watching it—and after a long time it moved. Yes, sir, it moved plain from behind the bush that hid it and toward the man. It was some kind of a human being, and he was up to something. It took me some time to get it into my head what he was up to, and then it dawned on me. He was watching the man that was spying on Tod Nodder.
Now that was confusing as all-git-out. Here was a mysterious man spying on Tod and a heap more mysterious person sneaking16 around to keep his eye on the spy. I drew a long breath and looked farther back into the underbrush, because you can’t tell what might happen. There might have been somebody spying on that second spy, and another watching the third, and so on. Why, there might have been a string of spies, each watching the one in front of him, that stretched ’way around the earth!
I knew Mark Tidd would be a lot interested in this thing, so after I had watched long enough to make sure those two were the only spies in sight, I shinned down again careful and crept up to Mark. I did it so stealthy that he didn’t know I was coming until I reached out and touched him, and then he was that startled you wouldn’t believe.
“How’s that?” says I. “I’ll bet there hain’t an Injun could ’a’ stole up any quieter.”
He didn’t say a thing for a minute, and then he tried to let on he hadn’t been startled a bit.
“See him?” says he.
“Yes,” says I, “and that hain’t all. He’s there watchin’ Tod, and behind him is somebody else watchin’ him.”
“Eh?” says Mark. “What’s that?”
“Sure as shootin’,” says I. “Somebody’s spyin’ on the man that’s spyin’ on Tod.”
“What d’you make of it?” says he.
“Nothin’,” says I, “but it does look to me like we was landed plumb17 in the middle of somethin’ mighty mysterious.”
He sat quiet for a while, thinking and pinching his fat cheek and jerking at his ear, but he couldn’t make anything of it.
“It l-looks to me like the man that’s watchin’ Tod m-might be workin’ for Wiggamore. Maybe they’ve had b-brains enough to think Tod might lead ’em to George Piggins. But whoever in the world would be watchin’ the spy is beyond me a mile. There hain’t no sense to it.”
“There’s somethin’ to it,” says I. “Nobody’s layin’ off there behind a bush, bein’ et up by mosquitoes and havin’ ants crawl down his spine18, jest for fun. No, sirree; you can bet he’s got a reason.”
“Sure he’s got a reason,” says Mark, “and we got to f-find out what his reason is; but I don’t see at this minute jest how we are goin’ about it.”
“The only thing,” says I, “is to stick around here and keep our eyes on Tod, and then to follow him wherever he goes. And see if these other fellers follow him, too.”
“That’s right,” says Mark. “We’ll l-lay low and do just that. With all them spies traipsin’ around the woods, it’s goin’ to be mighty hard to follow Tod without gettin’ seen by some of ’em, but we kin do it.”
“You bet we kin,” says I. “Sich frontiersmen as you and me could come mighty clost to crawlin’ into one of them feller’s pockets without their knowin’ it. Anyhow, I could. If you was to git into a man’s pocket, the chances is he’d sense a leetle extry weight about him somewheres.”
“Huh!” says Mark. And then in a couple of minutes, “Let’s eat some l-lunch.”
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