The knock came again, bolder and more peremptory3 still.
Vague notions of resistance were shaping themselves in Mose's mind. He glanced up at the shot-gun hanging on the chimney behind the stovepipe, and in another instant had it down, with his thumb on the hammer.
"Loaded?" he asked in a whisper, testing the percussion-cap with his nail.
The old man nodded. Then he, too, laboriously4 rose to his feet. Bent5 as his form was, he stood a taller man than his son. He rested one hand on the table for support, and stretched out the other with a masterful gesture.
"Gimme that Gun!"
"Gimme that Gun!"
"Gimme that gun!" he said, in brusque command. Then covering Mose from head to foot, he added, slowly, "I'd ruther have starved a hundred times over than had you do this sort o' thing!"
Mose had sheepishly laid the weapon on the table. He walked now with a sullen6 air to the door, lifted the hook, and put his hand on the latch7.
"Let me in out of the cold, can't ye?" a shrill8 voice complained outside. "It's only me, you gump!"
Mose's face brightened. "Why, it's only young Job Parshall, after all!" he said, and threw the door wide open.
The boy pushed past Mose without a word, and marching across the room to the stove held his red fingers over the griddles. He lifted them a little for inspection9 after a minute's silence, and screwed his shoulders about in token of the pain they gave him.
"I couldn't run with my hands in my pockets," he said. "I shouldn't wonder if they was froze. That's just my luck."
Mose advanced to the stove, and looked at Job's hands critically. "That little finger there is a trifle tetched, I guess," he said. "It'll be sore for a day or two, that's all. The rest are all right." Then he added, noting the boy's crimson10 cheeks and panting breast, "Why, sonny, you must 'a' run the whole way!"
Job nodded assent11, and turned his hands palm upward. "Every inch of the way," he said between heavy breaths.
Old Asa had sunk again into a chair, and sat gazing in turn at Mose and the boy. The fire which had glowed in his eyes when he had confronted his son had died away again. He was visibly striving not to tremble, and the glance he bent from one to the other was wistful and shame-faced.
"I suppose you've brought some news," he remarked at last to Job.
The boy nodded again, twisting his fingers experimentally in the heat. "When I catch my breath, I'll tell ye," he said.
There was a moment's awkward silence; then Asa Whipple, speaking in low, deliberate tones, rid his mind of some of its burden.
"My son Mose here," he said gravely, "didn't use to be a coward. I didn't bring him up to be no coward. Seems to me you can bring up a boy so't he'll be honest and straightforward12 and square right up to the last minute, and then lo and behold13! he cuts up some low-down, mean dido or other that makes you 'shamed to look folks in the face.
"My father fit in the Revolution, and so did my mother's father and his brothers,—their name was Lapham, and they lived in Rhode Island,—and my older brother, Jason, he was killed up at Sackett's Harbor in the 1812 War before he come of age; and they ain't one of 'em but 'ud turn in his grave to think they was a coward and a deserter in the family!"
Mose stood behind the stove, stealing furtive14 glances at the old man during this harangue15. Once or twice he opened his lips as if to speak, but either no words would come, or he thought better of it.
But Job listened with obvious impatience16. He had quite regained17 his breath. "Mose ain't no coward!" he broke in vehemently18. "It took a mighty19 sight more pluck to light out there, of a night, and come way off up here just to see how you were gettin' on, and have to hide for his life, than it would to have stayed right still where he was, with no fightin' and no work, and three square meals a day."
"You might say four, a'most, countin' supper," Mose suggested softly.
Old Asa Whipple seemed impressed with this view of the situation, and pondered it for a little in silence.
"What I come over to say was," remarked Job, more placidly20, "that they're out lookin' for you, Mose. Two men drove up in a cutter just after breakfast—one of 'em's Norm' Hazzard, the deputy marshal down at Octavius, and the other fellow's name is Moak, I b'lieve, and they've stopped to Teachout's to breakfast. They started from Octavius before daylight, and they was about froze solid by the time they got to 'Lishe's. They took out their horse, and they've got so much thawin' out to do themselves, I reckon they ain't more'n about started now, if they have that."
"You come straight?" asked Mose.
"Well, you'd better believe I did! I scooted 'cross lots like greased lightnin' the minute they went in t' the house. It's a good hour 'round by the road, even when it's all open. It's drifted now all the way from the sash factory down to Taft's place, and it's slow work gettin' through the fields. As I figure it, you've got more'n an hour's leeway."
The two men looked at each other as they listened, and they kept up the mutual21 gaze after the boy had stopped.
"'Pears to me, dad," Mose finally ventured in a deferential22 way, "that you don't seem to take this thing quite in the right spirit. I tell you straight out, if it was the last word I ever spoke23, I ain't done nothin' I'm ashamed of. A man can't say no more'n that."
"Accordin' to the way I was brought up," replied old Asa, doggedly24, "they ain't no other such an all-fired, pesky mean name for a man in the dictionary as 'desarter.'"
"Well, anyway," retorted Mose, "I'd ruther be called 'desarter' myself than have you be called 'starved to death.' So far's I can make out, if it hadn't ben one, it 'ud ben t'other."
The old man's glance abruptly25 sought the floor, and lingered there. The others, as they watched him, could see the muscles of his down-bent face twitching26.
"Besides, they didn't need me down there just now," Mose went on in more voluble self-defence, "no more'n a frog needs a tail. An' besides that, they played it monstrous27 low-down on me. That German fellow that used to work at the tannery, he was my sergeant28, and he kept them big eyes of his skinned for me all day long. Him and me never hitched29 very well down at the mills, you know, and he took it out of me whenever he got a chance.
"He got all the officers down on me. One day they'd say I'd burnt the coffee, and the next day that my gun was dirty, and after that that I was a 'malingerer,'—that's officers' slang for a shirk,—and so on; and every time it meant that some of my pay got stopped. That's why I never sent you any money.
"They worked it so't I never got more'n about ten shillings out of my thirteen dollars, and that I owed twice over before I got it."
Old Asa was looking into his son's face once more, and he nodded comprehendingly as the other paused. "We never did git a fair show, like other men," he remarked.
"But I could 'a' stood all that," continued Mose. "What riled me was when Bill Rood got a letter sayin' that you was poorly, and you stopped writin'; and then I took pains and behaved extra well, so't even the Dutchman couldn't put his finger on me. And then I got a chance one day, and I asked one of the lieutenants31 that I'd kind o' curried32 favor with, doin' odd jobs for him and so on, if he couldn't git me a furlough, just to run home and see how you was gittin' on."
"I reckon you never got that, Mose."
"No, dad. They was givin' 'em right and left to other fellows, and the lieutenant30 said he guessed he could manage it. I don't know how hard he tried, but a few days after that I see the Dutchman grinnin' at me, and I felt in my bones that the jig33 was up. Sure enough, they wouldn't let me have a furlough because I'd been euchred out of my pay. They wa'n't no other reason."
"No," said the old man, "that was always the way. I guess me and you ought to be pretty well used to gittin' the worst of it, by this time. There's a text in the Bible that's our own private family property, as much as if it had 'Whipple' marked on it in big letters. It's that one that says that when a man ain't got anything, he gits took away from him even what he's got. That's me, Mose, and it's you, too."
Mose had quite recovered his confidence now.
"Of course, if there'd ben any fightin' goin' on, it'd ben different," he explained, "but right in the middle of our winnin' everything along in November, after we'd chased the Johnnies across the Rappahannock and the Rapidan, and was havin' it all our own way—and in spite of the rain freezin' as it fell, and no shelter and marchin' till your feet was ready to fall off, we all liked it first-rate—along come orders for us to go back again to winter quarters around Brandy Station. So far as I could see, it was all station and no brandy. And then the new drafted men, they behaved like sin in camp, and orders got stricter, and my Dutchman piled it onto me thicker and thicker, and I got to frettin' about you—and so—so I—I lit out."
"You'd better begin figgerin' on lightin' out agin," said the practical Job. "I suppose you'll take to the woods, won't you?"
Mose nodded, and reached his hand out for the gun. "Yes," he said, "five minutes' start'll be all I need. Once I git across the creek34 I'm all right. One thing's lucky, there's plenty of powder and shot in the cupboard there, I see. I suppose, if worst comes to worst, I could get through the woods up to Canada. But see here,—this is a good deal more important,—what are you going to do, dad, after I'm gone?"
Old Asa had hardly given this important question a thought before. As it was forced upon him now, his mind reverted35 mechanically to that strange awakening36, when he lay in the starved half-stupor on the very threshold of death, and Mose came in, like some good angel of a dream, to bring him back to life again. A rush of tenderness, almost of pride, suddenly suffused37 the old man's brain.
"Mose," he said, all at once, "I guess I talked more or less like a fool, here awhile back. Perhaps some folks are entitled to blame you for turnin' up here, this mornin'—but I ain't one of 'em, and I ought to known better. I'm stronger, my boy, ever so much stronger, for seein' you and—eatin' a good meal again. You'll see—I'll be as sound again as a butternut. I bet I could walk this minute to the bridge without a break."
"But that wouldn't feed you, after you got there," objected Mose. "Of course if I could hang around in the neighborhood, and drop in every now and then to keep an eye on you, it 'ud be different. But they're sure to watch the place, and with me caught you'd be worse off than ever. I'd give myself up this minute if only I knew you'd be all right. But that's the hang of it. There's no mistake, dad," he added, with a rueful sort of grin, "the last bell was a-ringin' for you when I turned up here, this mornin'."
It was characteristic of these two men, born and bred here in the robust38 air of the forest's borders, that as they confronted this dilemma39, not the shadow of a notion of that standing40 alternative, the county-house, crossed either mind. Even if Mose could have thought of it, he would never have dared suggest it to Asa.
"Come, you'd better be gittin' together what you're goin' to take with you," broke in Job, peremptorily41. "You've got none too much time to spare."
"Yes, I know," said Mose, with hesitation42; "but the old man here—that worries me."
"You just 'tend to your own knittin'," was the boy's reply. "Asa and me'll manage for ourselves all right."
Old Asa Whipple opened his eyes wide—not at surprise at hearing his Christian43 name fall so glibly44 from the boy's tongue, for that is the custom of the section, but with bewilderment at his meaning.
"What on earth are you drivin' at?" demanded Mose, no whit45 less puzzled.
"Well," said Job, with deliberation, "I've kind o' soured on that Teachout job of mine. I've had it in my mind to quit all along, when I got the chance, and I guess this is about as good as any. I've got along toward twenty dollars saved up, and there's three days' work a week for me at the cheese-factory whenever I want to take it, and I could go to school the other days, and both places are handier to git at from here than they are from Teachout's. So I'll rig up a bed and so on here, and I'll look out for the old man. But do you go ahead, and git out!"
It is another custom of these parts to be undemonstrative in the face of the unexpected.
Mose merely clapped his hand on Job's shoulder, and said, "You won't ever be sorry for it, sonny," which had much more of loose prediction than of pledge about it, yet seemed quite sufficient for them both.
The old man said nothing at all, but sat bending forward in his chair, his gaze fastened upon every move his son made about the room. For everything Mose did now spoke plainly of another parting, more sombre and sinister46 than the last. A soldier may come back, but how can one hope for the return of a deserter?
Mose's old instincts as a woodsman rose superior to the exigencies47 of a life and death flight. He prepared as if for a holiday camping jaunt48 into the wilderness—in a hurried manner, but forgetting nothing.
He made a pile of things on the table—all the powder and shot in the house, most of the salt, some old stockings, a tin cup, fork and spoon, and what matches he could find—and then stowed them away in flasks49 and his pockets, along with a whole tangled50 mass of lines, hooks and catgut fishing gear.
From under the snow in the dismantled51 shed he unearthed52 a smaller frying-pan and two steel traps, and slung53 these with a string through handle and chains across his shoulder. Then he took up the gun and was ready.
"I guess this'll see me through," he said lightly.
Old Asa gazed at him through dimmed eyes. "No, you must take a blanket, Mose," he said. "I won't hear no for an answer—you must! There's plenty more for us. If they ain't, we can git more. They're cheap as dirt. And Mose," the old man rose from his chair as he spoke, "I was a-goin' to ask you to sing for me afore you went, but I—I guess we'd better let that go till we meet again. You'll be all right in the woods——"
"Why, I know twenty places," put in Mose, "where I'll be as snug54 as a bug55 in a rug. I'll make straight for a deer yard. Mebbe"—he chuckled56 at the thought—"I'll be bringing you in some venison some o' these nights. Prob'ly I'll hang it up on a tree—the old butternut by the fork—so't Job can come out and git it in the mornin'. And in the spring—why you must come in the spring and—and be with me in the woods."
The old man's strength had waned57 once more, and he seated himself.
"Mebbe," was all he said, in a dubious58 voice, and with his head bowed on his breast.
He did not lift his head, when Mose shook hands with him; he did not raise his glance to follow him, either, when, with the traps and frying-pan clattering59 about his neck, Mose let himself out by the shed door and was gone.
He did not even seem to hear when, two or three minutes later, the reverberating60 crack of revolver shots—one! two! three! four! five!—set the echoes clamoring all around the Whipple house.
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