From long experience the lady was a reader of character—of hobo character at least—and she saw nothing in the appearance of either of these two that inspired even a modicum2 of confidence. Now the young fellow who had been there earlier in the day and who, wonder of wonders, had actually paid for the food she gave him, had been of a different stamp. His clothing had proclaimed him a tramp, but, thanks to the razor Bridge always carried, he was clean shaven. His year of total abstinence had given him clear eyes and a healthy skin. There was a freshness and vigor4 in his appearance and carriage that inspired confidence rather than suspicion.
She had not mistrusted him; but these others she did mistrust. When they asked to use the telephone she refused and ordered them away, thinking it but an excuse to enter the house; but they argued the matter, explaining that they had discovered an escaped murderer hiding near-by—in fact in her own meadow—and that they wished only to call up the Kansas City police.
Finally she yielded, but kept the dog by her side and the shotgun in her hand while the two entered the room and crossed to the telephone upon the opposite side.
From the conversation which she overheard the woman concluded that, after all, she had been mistaken, not only about these two, but about the young man who had come earlier in the day and purchased food from her, for the description the tramp gave of the fugitive7 tallied8 exactly with that of the young man.
It seemed incredible that so honest looking a man could be a murderer. The good woman was shocked, and not a little unstrung by the thought that she had been in the house alone when he had come and that if he had wished to he could easily have murdered her.
“I hope they get him,” she said, when the tramp had concluded his talk with Kansas City. “It's awful the carryings on they is nowadays. Why a body can't never tell who to trust, and I thought him such a nice young man. And he paid me for what he got, too.”
The dog, bored by the inaction, had wandered back into the summer kitchen and resumed his broken slumber9. One of the tramps was leaning against the wall talking with the farmer woman. The other was busily engaged in scratching his right shin with what remained of the heel of his left shoe. He supported himself with one hand on a small table upon the top of which was a family Bible.
Quite unexpectedly he lost his balance, the table tipped, he was thrown still farther over toward it, and all in the flash of an eye tramp, table, and family Bible crashed to the floor.
With a little cry of alarm the woman rushed forward to gather up the Holy Book, in her haste forgetting the shotgun and leaving it behind her leaning against the arm of a chair.
Almost simultaneously10 the two tramps saw the real cause of her perturbation. The large book had fallen upon its back, open; and as several of the leaves turned over before coming to rest their eyes went wide at what was revealed between.
United States currency in denominations11 of five, ten, and twenty-dollar bills lay snugly12 inserted between the leaves of the Bible. The tramp who lay on the floor, as yet too surprised to attempt to rise, rolled over and seized the book as a football player seizes the pigskin after a fumble13, covering it with his body, his arms, and sticking out his elbows as a further protection to the invaluable14 thing.
At the first cry of the woman the dog rose, growling15, and bounded into the room. The tramp leaning against the wall saw the brute16 coming—a mongrel hound-dog, bristling17 and savage18.
The shotgun stood almost within the man's reach—a step and it was in his hands. As though sensing the fellow's intentions the dog wheeled from the tramp upon the floor, toward whom he had leaped, and sprang for the other ragged19 scoundrel.
The muzzle20 of the gun met him halfway21. There was a deafening22 roar. The dog collapsed23 to the floor, his chest torn out. Now the woman began to scream for help; but in an instant both the tramps were upon her choking her to silence.
One of them ran to the summer kitchen, returning a moment later with a piece of clothesline, while the other sat astride the victim, his fingers closed about her throat. Once he released his hold and she screamed again. Presently she was secured and gagged. Then the two commenced to rifle the Bible.
Eleven hundred dollars in bills were hidden there, because the woman and her husband didn't believe in banks—the savings24 of a lifetime. In agony, as she regained25 consciousness, she saw the last of their little hoard26 transferred to the pockets of the tramps, and when they had finished they demanded to know where she kept the rest, loosening her gag that she might reply.
She told them that that was all the money she had in the world, and begged them not to take it.
“Youse've got more coin dan dis,” growled27 one of the men, “an' youse had better pass it over, or we'll find a way to make youse.”
But still she insisted that that was all. The tramp stepped into the kitchen. A wood fire was burning in the stove. A pair of pliers lay upon the window sill. With these he lifted one of the hot stove-hole covers and returned to the parlor28, grinning.
“I guess she'll remember she's got more wen dis begins to woik,” he said. “Take off her shoes, Dink.”
The other growled an objection.
“Yeh poor boob,” he said. “De dicks'll be here in a little while. We'd better be makin' our get-away wid w'at we got.”
“Gee!” exclaimed his companion. “I clean forgot all about de dicks,” and then after a moment's silence during which his evil face underwent various changes of expression from fear to final relief, he turned an ugly, crooked29 grimace30 upon his companion.
“We got to croak31 her,” he said. “Dey ain't no udder way. If dey finds her alive she'll blab sure, an' dey won't be no trouble 'bout6 gettin' us or identifyin' us neither.”
The other shrugged32.
“Le's beat it,” he whined33. “We can't more'n do time fer dis job if we stop now; but de udder'll mean—” and he made a suggestive circle with a grimy finger close to his neck.
“No it won't nothin' of de kind,” urged his companion. “I got it all doped out. We got lots o' time before de dicks are due. We'll croak de skirt, an' den3 we'll beat it up de road AN' MEET DE DICKS—see?”
The other was aghast.
“Wen did youse go nuts?” he asked.
“I ain't gone nuts. Wait 'til I gets t'rough. We meets de dicks, innocent-like; but first we caches de dough34 in de woods. We tells 'em we hurried right on to lead 'em to dis Byrne guy, an' wen we gets back here to de farmhouse an' finds wot's happened here we'll be as flabbergasted as dey be.”
“Oh, nuts!” exclaimed the other disgustedly. “Youse don't tink youse can put dat over on any wise guy from Chi, do youse? Who will dey tink croaked35 de old woman an' de ki-yi? Will dey tink dey kilt deyreselves?”
“Dey'll tink Byrne an' his pardner croaked 'em, you simp,” replied Crumb36.
Dink scratched his head, and as the possibilities of the scheme filtered into his dull brain a broad grin bared his yellow teeth.
“You're dere, pal,” he exclaimed, real admiration37 in his tone. “But who's goin' to do it?”
“I'll do it,” said Crumb. “Dere ain't no chanct of gettin' in bad for it, so I jest as soon do the job. Get me a knife, or an ax from de kitchen—de gat makes too much noise.”
Something awoke Billy Byrne with a start. Faintly, in the back of his consciousness, the dim suggestion of a loud noise still reverberated38. He sat up and looked about him.
“I wonder what that was?” he mused39. “It sounded like the report of a gun.”
Bridge awoke about the same time, and turned lazily over, raising himself upon an elbow. He grinned at Billy.
“Good morning,” he said, and then:
Says I, “Then let's be on the float. You certainly have got my goat; You make me hungry in my throat for seeing things that's new. Out there somewhere we'll ride the range a-looking for the new and strange; My feet are tired and need a change. Come on! It's up to you!”
“Come on, then,” agreed Billy, coming to his feet.
As he rose there came, faintly, but distinct, the unmistakable scream of a frightened woman. From the direction of the farmhouse it came—from the farmhouse at which Billy had purchased their breakfast.
Without waiting for a repetition of the cry Billy wheeled and broke into a rapid run in the direction of the little cluster of buildings. Bridge leaped to his feet and followed him, dropping behind though, for he had not had the road work that Billy recently had been through in his training for the battle in which he had defeated the “white hope” that time in New York when Professor Cassidy had wagered40 his entire pile upon him, nor in vain.
Dink searched about the summer kitchen for an ax or hatchet41; but failing to find either rummaged42 through a table drawer until he came upon a large carving43 knife. This would do the job nicely. He thumbed the edge as he carried it back into the parlor to Crumb.
The poor woman, lying upon the floor, was quite conscious. Her eyes were wide and rolling in horror. She struggled with her bonds, and tried to force the gag from her mouth with her tongue; but her every effort was useless. She had heard every word that had passed between the two men. She knew that they would carry out the plan they had formulated44 and that there was no chance that they would be interrupted in their gruesome work, for her husband had driven over to a farm beyond Holliday, leaving before sunrise, and there was little prospect45 that he would return before milking time in the evening. The detectives from Kansas City could not possibly reach the farm until far too late to save her.
She saw Dink return from the summer kitchen with the long knife. She recalled the day she had bought that knife in town, and the various uses to which she had put it. That very morning she had sliced some bacon with it. How distinctly such little things recurred46 to her at this frightful47 moment. And now the hideous48 creature standing49 beside her was going to use it to cut her throat.
She saw Crumb take the knife and feel of the blade, running his thumb along it. She saw him stoop, his eyes turned down upon hers. He grasped her chin and forced it upward and back, the better to expose her throat.
Oh, why could she not faint? Why must she suffer all these hideous preliminaries? Why could she not even close her eyes?
Crumb raised the knife and held the blade close above her bared neck. A shudder50 ran through her, and then the door crashed open and a man sprang into the room. It was Billy Byrne. Through the window he had seen what was passing in the interior.
His hand fell upon Crumb's collar and jerked him backward from his prey51. Dink seized the shotgun and turned it upon the intruder; but he was too close. Billy grasped the barrel of the weapon and threw the muzzle up toward the ceiling as the tramp pulled the trigger. Then he wrenched52 it from the man's hands, swung it once above his head and crashed the stock down upon Dink's skull53.
Dink went down and out for the count—for several counts, in fact. Crumb stumbled to his feet and made a break for the door. In the doorway54 he ran full into Bridge, winded, but ready. The latter realizing that the matted one was attempting to escape, seized a handful of his tangled55 beard, and, as he had done upon another occasion, held the tramp's head in rigid56 position while he planted a series of blows in the fellow's face—blows that left Crumb as completely out of battle as was his mildewed57 comrade.
“Watch 'em,” said Billy, handing Bridge the shotgun. Then he turned his attention to the woman. With the carving knife that was to have ended her life he cut her bonds. Removing the gag from her mouth he lifted her in his strong arms and carried her to the little horsehair sofa that stood in one corner of the parlor, laying her upon it very gently.
He was thinking of “Maw” Watson. This woman resembled her just a little—particularly in her comfortable, motherly expansiveness, and she had had a kind word and a cheery good-bye for him that morning as he had departed.
The woman lay upon the sofa, breathing hard, and moaning just a little. The shock had been almost too much even for her stolid58 nerves. Presently she turned her eyes toward Billy.
“You are a good boy,” she said, “and you come just in the nick o' time. They got all my money. It's in their clothes,” and then a look of terror overspread her face. For the moment she had forgotten what she had heard about this man—that he was an escaped convict—a convicted murderer. Was she any better off now that she had let him know about the money than she was with the others after they discovered it?
At her words Bridge kneeled and searched the two tramps. He counted the bills as he removed them from their pockets.
“Eleven hundred?” he asked, and handed the money to Billy.
“Eleven hundred, yes,” breathed the woman, faintly, her eyes horror-filled and fearful as she gazed upon Billy's face. She didn't care for the money any more—they could have it all if they would only let her live.
Billy turned toward her and held the rumpled59 green mass out.
“Here,” he said; “but that's an awful lot o' coin for a woman to have about de house—an' her all alone. You ought not to a-done it.”
She took the money in trembling fingers. It seemed incredible that the man was returning it to her.
“But I knew it,” she said finally.
“Knew what?” asked Billy.
“I knew you was a good boy. They said you was a murderer.”
Billy's brows contracted, and an expression of pain crossed his face.
“How did they come to say that?” he asked.
“I heard them telephonin' to Kansas City to the police,” she replied, and then she sat bolt upright. “The detectives are on their way here now,” she almost screamed, “and even if you ARE a murderer I don't care. I won't stand by and see 'em get you after what you have done for me. I don't believe you're a murderer anyhow. You're a good boy. My boy would be about as old and as big as you by now—if he lives. He ran away a long time ago—maybe you've met him. His name's Eddie—Eddie Shorter. I ain't heard from him fer years.
“No,” she went on, “I don't believe what they said—you got too good a face; but if you are a murderer you get out now before they come an' I'll send 'em on a wild-goose chase in the wrong direction.”
“But these,” said Billy. “We can't leave these here.”
“Tie 'em up and give me the shotgun,” she said. “I'll bet they don't come any more funny business on me.” She had regained both her composure and her nerve by this time.
Together Billy and Bridge trussed up the two tramps. An elephant couldn't have forced the bonds they placed upon them. Then they carried them down cellar and when they had come up again Mrs. Shorter barred the cellar door.
“I reckon they won't get out of there very fast,” she said. “And now you two boys run along. Got any money?” and without waiting for a reply she counted twenty-five dollars from the roll she had tucked in the front of her waist and handed them to Billy.
“Nothin' doin',” said he; “but t'anks just the same.”
“You got to take it,” she insisted. “Let me make believe I'm givin' it to my boy, Eddie—please,” and the tears that came to her eyes proved far more effective than her generous words.
“Aw, all right,” said Billy. “I'll take it an' pass it along to Eddie if I ever meet him, eh?”
“Now please hurry,” she urged. “I don't want you to be caught—even if you are a murderer. I wish you weren't though.”
“I'm not,” said Billy; “but de law says I am an' what de law says, goes.”
He turned toward the doorway with Bridge, calling a goodbye to the woman, but as he stepped out upon the veranda60 the dust of a fast-moving automobile61 appeared about a bend in the road a half-mile from the house.
“Too late,” he said, turning to Bridge. “Here they come!”
The woman brushed by them and peered up the road.
“Yes,” she said, “it must be them. Lordy! What'll we do?”
“I'll duck out the back way, that's what I'll do,” said Billy.
“It wouldn't do a mite62 of good,” said Mrs. Shorter, with a shake of her head. “They'll telephone every farmer within twenty mile of here in every direction, an' they'll get you sure. Wait! I got a scheme. Come with me,” and she turned and bustled63 through the little parlor, out of a doorway into something that was half hall and half storeroom. There was a flight of stairs leading to the upper story, and she waddled64 up them as fast as her legs would carry her, motioning the two men to follow her.
In a rear room was a trapdoor in the ceiling.
“Drag that commode under this,” she told them. “Then climb into the attic65, and close the trapdoor. They won't never find you there.”
Billy pulled the ancient article of furniture beneath the opening, and in another moment the two men were in the stuffy66 atmosphere of the unventilated loft67. Beneath them they heard Mrs. Shorter dragging the commode back to its accustomed place, and then the sound of her footsteps descending68 the stair.
Presently there came to them the rattling69 of a motor without, followed by the voices of men in the house. For an hour, half asphyxiated70 by the closeness of the attic, they waited, and then again they heard the sound of the running engine, diminishing as the machine drew away.
Shortly after, Mrs. Shorter's voice rose to them from below:
“You ken5 come down now,” she said, “they've gone.”
When they had descended71 she led them to the kitchen.
“I got a bite to eat ready for you while they was here,” she explained. “When you've done you ken hide in the barn 'til dark, an' after that I'll have my ol' man take you 'cross to Dodson, that's a junction72, an' you'd aughter be able to git away easy enough from there. I told 'em you started for Olathe—there's where they've gone with the two tramps.
“My, but I did have a time of it! I ain't much good at story-tellin' but I reckon I told more stories this arternoon than I ever tole before in all my life. I told 'em that they was two of you, an' that the biggest one hed red hair, an' the little one was all pock-marked. Then they said you prob'ly wasn't the man at all, an' my! how they did swear at them two tramps fer gettin' 'em way out here on a wild-goose chase; but they're goin' to look fer you jes' the same in Olathe, only they won't find you there,” and she laughed, a bit nervously73 though.
It was dusk when Mr. Shorter returned from Holliday, but after he had heard his wife's story he said that he'd drive “them two byes” all the way to Mexico, if there wasn't any better plan.
“Dodson's far enough,” Bridge assured him, and late that night the grateful farmer set them down at their destination.
An hour later they were speeding south on the Missouri Pacific.
Bridge lay back, luxuriously74, on the red plush of the smoker75 seat.
“Some class to us, eh, bo?” asked Billy.
Bridge stretched.
The tide-hounds race far up the shore—the hunt is on! The breakers roar!
Her spars are tipped with gold, and o'er her deck the spray is flung,
The buoys76 that frolic in the bay, they nod the way, they nod the way!
The hunt is up! I am the prey! The hunter's bow is strung!
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