"I s'pose it's mornin'," he whispered, after a minute's silence. "How long'll it be before daylight?"
Job, released from the other's clutch, had scrambled2 to his feet, and stood staring down in astonishment3 at his old friend, Mose Whipple. He had regained4 his fork, and held it up as if to repel5 a possible second attack.
"What did you want to pitch on to me that way for?" he asked at last in displeased6 tones.
"Sh-h! Talk lower!" urged Mose under his breath. "I didn't mean to hurt you, sonny. I didn't know who you was. You come tromplin' on me here when I was fast asleep, and I took hold of you when I wasn't hardly woke up, you see, that's all. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Sh-h! Talk Lower!"
"Sh-h! Talk Lower!"
"No," Job admitted grudgingly7. "But there wasn't no need to throw me down and choke me all the same."
"I thought it was somebody comin' to catch me," explained the other, still in a whisper. "But who else is here in the barn? What time is it gettin' to be?"
"They're just through milkin'," replied the boy. "They're gettin' the cans out into the sleigh. They'll all be gone in a minute or two. Time? Oh, it ain't six yet."
"That's all right," said Mose, with a weary sigh of relief. He added, upon reflection: "Say, sonny, can you manage to get me something to eat? I've gone the best part of two days now without a mouthful."
"Mebbe I can," responded Job, doubtingly. Then a sudden thought struck him. "Say, Mose," he went on, "I bet I can tell what you did the first thing when you came into the barn here. You went and stuck your hands into the grains there—that's how it was."
The man displayed no curiosity as to the boy's meaning. "Yes, by jiminy!" he mused8 aloud. "I'd 'a' liked to have got in head first. I tell you, sonny, I was about as near freezin' to death as they make 'em. I couldn't have gone another hundred rods to save my life. They'd have found me froze stiff on the road, that's all."
"But what are you doing here, anyway?" asked Job. "You ain't gone and deserted9, have you?"
"Well," said the other, doggedly10, "you can call it what you like. One thing's certain—I ain't down South, be I?"
"Something else is pretty certain, too," the boy put in. "They'll hang you, sure!"
Mose did not seem to have much doubt on this point. "Anyway, I'll see the old man first," he said. "It's pitch dark outdoors, ain't it?"
The boy nodded. "I must git along with my work," he commented, after another little silence. "What are you figgerin' on doin', anyway, Mose?" he asked gravely.
"Well, I'm goin' to sneak11 out while it's still dark," said the man, "and git across lots to our place, and just wake up the old man, and—and—well, see how he is, that's all. Mebbe I can manage it so that I can skip out again, and nobody be the wiser. But whether or no, that's what I'm bound to do. Prob'ly you've heard—is he—is his health pretty middlin' good?"
"Seems to me some one was saying something about his being kind o' under the weather lately," replied Job, with evasion12. "I was thinkin' of goin' over this afternoon myself, if I could git the time, to see him. The fact is, Mose, I guess he is failing some. It's been a pretty tough winter for old folks, you know. Elisha Teachout's been laid up himself with rheumatics now for more'n a fortnight, and he ain't old exactly."
"He ain't had 'em half bad enough!" cried Mose, springing to his feet with suddenly revived energy. "If he's let the old man suffer—if he ain't kept his word by him—I'll—I'll take it out of his old hide if I have to go to jail for it!"
"You've got enough other things to go to jail for, and get hung for into the bargain, I should think," said Job. "You'd better not talk so loud, either."
Surely enough, one of the hired men seemed to have remained in the barn, and to have caught the sound of voices—for the noise of his advancing footsteps could be heard on the floor between the stanchions. Mose threw himself flat, and rolled under the hay as best he could. Job began to sing in a low-voiced, incoherent way for a moment, and then loudly. Prying13 up a forkful of hay, he staggered under the burden back to the cows, singing as he came toward the intruder.
It was only Nelse Hornbeck, an elderly and extra hand who worked at starvation wages during the winter, chopping firewood and doing odd chores about the house and barns. When he saw Job he stopped. He was in a sociable14 mood, and though he leaned up against one of the stanchions and offered no sign of going farther, displayed a depressing desire for conversation.
The boy came and went, bringing in the hay and distributing it along under the double row of broad pink noses on either side. He made the task as long as he could in the hope of tiring Nelse out, but without avail.
"I dunno but I'm almost sorry I didn't enlist15 myself last fall," drawled Hornbeck, settling himself in an easy posture16. "So far's I can make out, Mose Whipple and the rest of the boys are having a great sight better time of it down South, with nothin' to do and plenty o' help to do it, than we are here to hum. Why, Steve Trimble's brother-in-law writes him that they're havin' more fun down there than you can shake a stick at; livin' snug17 and warm in sort o' little houses built into the ground, and havin' horse-races and cock-fights and so on every day. They ain't been no fightin' since Thanksgivin', he says, and they're all gittin' fat as seals."
"Well, why don't you enlist then?" demanded Job, curtly18, going on with his work.
"I dunno," said the hired man in a meditative19 way. "I guess I'm afeard o' gittin' homesick. I'd always be hankerin' to git back and see my folks, and they won't let you do that, nohow. A lot of 'em tries to sneak off, they say, but Steve's brother-in-law says they've got cavalry-men on horseback all around outside the camps, and they just nail everybody that tries to git out, and then they take 'em back to camp and shoot 'em. That's what they do—lead 'em out before breakfast and shoot 'em down."
"I thought they hung deserters," said Job, pausing with his fork in air.
"Some they hang and some they shoot," replied Nelse. "I don't see as it makes much difference. I'd about as lieve be one as the other. I guess they make it a rule to hang them that gits off into the North and has to be brought way back again. That's only reasonable, because they've give 'em so much extry trouble."
Job was interested. "But suppose a man does get up North—I guess they ain't much chance of their ever findin' him after that."
"Ain't they?" exclaimed the hired man, incredulously. "Why, it's a thousand to one they catch him! They've got their detectives in every county just doin' nothin' but watchin' for deserters. They git paid for every one they catch, so much a head, and that makes 'em keep their eyes peeled."
"But how can you tell a deserter from any other man," pursued Job, "so long as he's got ordinary clothes on and minds his own business and keeps away from where he's known?"
"Oh, they always point for home—that's the thing of it. What do they desert for? Because they're homesick. So all the detectives have got to do is to watch their place, and nab 'em when they try to sneak in. It's as easy as rollin' off a log. They always git caught, every mother's son of 'em."
Tiresome20 Nelse Hornbeck was still talking when Job came to the end of all possible pretexts21 of employment in the cow-barn, and was only too obviously waiting to accompany the boy over to the house to breakfast. At last Job had to accept the situation and go.
The boy dared no more than steal for a moment back into the hay, feel about with his foot for where Mose lay hidden in the dark, and drop the furtive22 whisper, "Going to breakfast. If I can I'll bring you some."
Then, in company with Nelse, he left the barn, shutting and hooking the door behind him. It occurred to him that Mose must have effected an entrance by the door at the other end, which was fastened merely by a latch23. Otherwise the displacement24 of the outer hook would have been noticed.
It was lucky, he thought in passing, that Elisha Teachout did not have padlocks on the doors of his cow-barn, as he had on those which protected his horses and wagons25 and grain. If he had, there would have been the lifeless and icy body of Mose, lying on the frozen roadside, to be discovered by the daylight.
Poor Mose! he had saved his life from the bitterly cold night, but was it not only to lose it again at the hands of the hangman or the firing party?
Job remembered having seen, just a few weeks before, a picture in one of the illustrated26 weeklies of a deserter sitting on his own coffin27, while files of soldiers were being drawn28 up to witness his impending29 punishment. Although the artist had given the doomed30 man a very bad face indeed, Job had been conscious at the time of feeling a certain human sympathy with him.
As his memory dwelt now on the picture, this face of the prisoner seemed to change into the freckled31 and happy-go-lucky lineaments of Mose Whipple.
The boy took with him into the house a heart as heavy as lead.
Breakfast was already well under way in the big, old-fashioned, low-ceiled kitchen of the Teachout homestead. Three or four hired men were seated at one end of the long table, making stacks of hot buckwheat cakes saturated32 with pork fat on their plates, and then devouring33 them in huge mouthfuls.
They had only the light of two candles on the table. So long as there was anything before them to eat, they spoke34 never a word. The red-faced women over at the stove did not talk either, but worked in anxious silence at their arduous35 task of frying cakes fast enough to keep the plates before the hungry men supplied.
For once in his life Job was not hungry. He suffered Nelse Hornbeck to appropriate the entire contents of the first plate of cakes which the girl brought to the table, without a sign of protest. This was not what usually happened, and as soon as Nelse could spare the time he looked at his companion in surprise.
"What ails36 you this mornin'?" he asked, with his spoon in the grease. "Ain't you feelin' well?"
Job shook his head. "I guess I'll eat some bread 'n' butter instead," he made reply. He added after a pause, "Somehow, I kind o' spleen against cakes this mornin'."
"They ain't much good to-day, for a fact," assented37 Nelse, when he had eaten half-way through his pile. "I guess they want more sody. It beats me why them women can't make their cakes alike no two days in the week. First the batter's sour, and then they put in more sody; and then it's too flat, and they dump in a lot o' salt; and then they need more graham flour, and then the batter's too thick, and has to be thinned down with milk, and by that time the whole thing's wrong, and they've got to begin all over again."
Nelse chuckled38, and looked up at Job, who paid no attention.
"If we men fooled around with the cows' fodder39, every day different," Nelse went on, "the way the girls here do with ours, why, the whole barnful of 'em would 'a' dried up before snow blew. But that's the way with women!" Mr. Hornbeck concluded with a sigh, and began on the second heap of cakes.
The boy had not listened. A project had been gradually shaping itself in his mind, until now it seemed as if he had left the cow-barn with it definitely planned out. As soon as the other men, who for the moment were idling with their knives and forks, had been supplied with a fresh batch40 of cakes, he would put it into execution.
"Why, you was feelin' first rate a few minutes ago," remonstrated41 Nelse, between mouthfuls, "singin' away for dear life."
"Remember how Mose Whipple used to sing?" put in one of the others. "The' was one song o' his, 'The Faded Coat o' Blue'—seems's if I could set and listen to him singin' that all day long. He sung it over at Steve Trimble's huskin', I remember, and Lib Truax let him see her home, just on account of it. She wouldn't so much as looked at him any other time. She told my sister afterward42 that if he'd 'a' popped the question then, with that singin' o' his in her ears, as like as not she'd 'a' said yes."
"Lucky for her he didn't, then," remarked another. "I give Mose credit for one thing, though. He had sense enough not to git married—and that's more'n most shiftless coots like him have. He always said that as long's the old man was alive, he'd keep a roof over his head, and let everything else slide. Whatever else you may say, there's no denyin' Mose was a good son to the old man."
"If I was old," said a third, "and was dependent on my son, I'd think a good deal more of him if he shinned around, and worked stiddy, and put somethin' by for a rainy day, even if he did marry into the bargain, instid o' bein' bone-lazy like Mose, and never knowin' one day where the next day's breakfast was comin' from."
"Not if you was old Asa Whipple," rejoined the first speaker. "Mose was jest after the old man's heart. I never see father and son so wrapped up in one another as them two was. Seems's if they didn't need no other company—they was company enough for themselves. That's what made it so rough on the old man when Mose 'listed."
"He couldn't help himself," said Nelse Hornbeck; "there was the interest comin' due on the mortgage, and how else——"
"Sh-h! can't ye!" muttered one of the others, kicking Nelse under the table, and giving a backward nod of the head toward the women by the stove. "Want them to tell 'Lishe Teachout you're blabbin' about his affairs, you sawney?"
Nelse bent43 hastily over his cakes, and the others busied themselves at making way with the steaming fresh supply which had accumulated while they talked.
Job's opportunity had come. He rose with as fine an assumption of carelessness as he could manage, and walked up to the other end of the table, where the big loaf of home-made bread and the butter-dish were.
He cut off two thick slices; the butter which he tried to spread upon them had become hard with the night's intense cold, and had not been near enough to the fire to be softened44. So Job could only distribute it in lumps over the soft surface of one slice, and then put the other on top of it.
Then, watching his chance in the dim light, he conveyed the bread to his jacket pocket. Nobody at the table had observed him, he was sure.
He turned to discover that the sitting-room45 door close at his back had been opened wide, and that Elisha Teachout was standing46 in the doorway47, looking at him with all his eyes.
It was Elisha Teachout's habit to look very closely at everything and everybody—and his was at the best of times a somewhat uncomfortable gaze to sustain. Job felt that this was not one of the best of times.
His employer was in all seasons an austere48 and exacting49 man, coldly suspicious of those about him, and as pitiless in his treatment of his hired help's shortcomings as he was vigilant50 in looking out for them. But in the winter, when rheumatism51 put its dread52 touch upon the marrow53 of his bones, he was irascible as well, and led his household what they used to describe outside as "a life of it."
His lean, small figure did not seem as much bent as usual this morning—probably he was better, Job thought—but his little steel-colored eyes had an abnormally piercing effect. His pallid54 face, hairless and wrinkled, with its sunken lips and sharply hooked nose, was of a yellower and sourer aspect than usual, too. The boy felt himself turning very red.
It turned out to be a needless alarm. Mr. Teachout diverted his gaze from Job to look at his old silver watch, which he took from his fob, and then ostentatiously held it in his hand.
"Milk late again this morning?" he demanded, raising his querulous voice with a snap.
"No, it got off in good season," replied the head hired man, nonchalantly.
He had answered the same question now every day for several years, and was at home with it. As a matter of fact the milk from the Teachout farm was never late, but this had not prevented the masters query55 becoming a formula.
"Then breakfast ought to 'a' been out of the way half an hour ago!" he exclaimed, in the same high, snarling56 tone. "If I didn't get up and come out, sick as I am, I suppose you'd be settin' here gorging57 yourselves till noon! And you women, you jest aid and abet58 'em in their laziness and gormandizing!"
Job stayed to hear no more. Relieved from his fear of detection, he had taken advantage of the attack upon the others to get his cap and sidle unobtrusively from the room.
Once outside he scampered59 headlong across the frozen ruts and hummocks60 of the yard to the cow-barn. There was a perilous61 show of pink and lemon lights in the eastern sky. Very soon it would be daylight.
He groped his way past between the stanchions to the hay, and began feeling about with his feet.
"Here you are, Mose!" he called out. "It's almost daylight! Here's something to eat."
No answer came. The boy trampled62 foot by foot over the whole mow1 in vain. Mose Whipple was gone.
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sneak
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| v.（用食物把自己）塞饱，填饱( gorge的现在分词 )；作呕 | |
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| v.蹦蹦跳跳地跑，惊惶奔跑( scamper的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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| 踩( trample的过去式和过去分词 )； 践踏； 无视； 侵犯 | |
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