He sprang to her chair, and embraced and kissed her. I perceived that he was winking2 rapidly, as though an unmanly weakness was getting possession of him.
"Buck3!" he added, extending his hand to me, "what does all this mean? I supposed you were both in Torrentville."
"We are not. We couldn't stand it any longer," I replied.
"Stand what?" he demanded, sternly.
"The way that Captain Fishley's folks treated us."
"You don't mean to say they abused you!"
"That's just what I mean to say. I thought I [257]spoke plain enough in my letters for you to understand me."
"I had no idea that you were actually abused. Boys are always grumbling4 and complaining, and some of them think their lot is a great deal harder than it is. Flora didn't say anything in her letters; she didn't complain."
"She wouldn't have said anything if they had killed her," I replied. "I am not one of the grumbling sort, and I didn't say anything till they picked upon me so that I couldn't stand it. I was kept at home from school half the time to work; and then I was the old man's servant, the old woman's servant, and Ham's servant. I was kept on the jump by some of them all the time."
"But you were only to take care of the horse, and go for the mail every evening; and I thought you rather liked that," he added; and he wore a look of astonishment5 and indignation.
"I did like it; but I had to work in the garden, feed the pigs, make the fires, do chores about the house, run of errands, and work in the store. I was kept busy from morning till night."[258]
"That wasn't the bargain I made with them."
"I wouldn't have made any row about the work, if they hadn't treated me so meanly. Ham used me like a dog, and ordered me around as though I had been his nigger servant. It was 'Buck, do this,' and 'Buck, do that, and be quick about it.' It was 'Buck, black my boots,' in surly tones."
"Black his boots!" exclaimed Clarence.
"Yes, black his boots; and I was fool enough to do it until I found I only got kicked for minding. Mrs. Fishley used to snarl6 at me from morning till night. I never did anything right, and was never in the place where I ought to be. But, Clarence, I should have staid there, I suppose, till the time you named, if they had not abused Flora."
"Flora!" said he, knitting his brow, as he glanced at her.
I told him that our female tyrant7 had actually shaken her several times, to say nothing of the constant scolding to which she was subjected. He was indignant, and assured me, if he had supposed the case was half as bad as I had represented, he should have hastened to Torrentville and removed us at [259]once. He thought my complaints were simply boyish dissatisfaction, and the situation nothing more than simply unpleasant.
"But you haven't told the worst of the story," interposed Mr. Goodridge.
"I will tell that now, for it was the final cause of our leaving," I continued. "A certain gentleman, whose name I cannot mention, gave me one hundred dollars for something I did for him."
"Who was he?" asked Clarence.
"I can't tell you, or anybody, who he was. About this time Ham Fishley robbed a letter of forty dollars, and when the money was missed, he laid it to me."
"How do you know he did it?" demanded Clarence.
"I saw him do it. I saw him break the seal, take out the money, and burn the letter;" and I explained fully8 the circumstances. "Ham saw me counting my money, and his father wanted me to tell where I got it. I couldn't do that. They sent for a constable9; but I took to the swamp. Now, I had either to tell where I got the money,—which I [260]couldn't do,—or go to jail. Instead of doing either, I took Flora on the raft with me, and came down the river."
"This is a very strange story, Buck; and I don't much blame Captain Fishley for not believing it," said Clarence. "Somebody gave you a hundred dollars, and you would not tell who, even to save yourself from going to jail. I can't blame him."
"Nor I either, so far as that was concerned; but I do blame Ham, for he knew very well that I did not rob the mail."
"But why can't you tell who gave you the money?"
"Because I promised not to do so, and because my telling would do an injury to the person who gave it to me."
"I don't like the looks of this thing, Buck," added Clarence, shaking his head.
"I know it don't look very well," I replied, rather sheepishly, for I realized that my brother had his suspicions.
"Why should a man give you a hundred dollars?"[261]
"Because I saved his life," I answered, desperately10.
"If you did, he ought to be the first one to give you the credit for the noble deed."
"So I think," said my brother, shaking his head.
"Clarence, I know Buckland is honest and true," interposed Flora. "He is the best brother that ever was, and you mustn't think hard of him."
"Perhaps you know more about it than I do, Flora; but it looks bad for him. Why a man should give him a hundred dollars for saving his life, and then not be willing that he should mention his name, passes my comprehension."
"The gentleman had been drinking a little too much, and that was what made him fall into the water," I added, goaded12 on to reveal thus much by the doubts and suspicions of my brother.
"Well, that makes it a little more plausible," replied Clarence. "Was there no one present when the man fell overboard?"
"I shall not say any more about it, whether you [262]believe it or not," I answered, rather indignantly. "I made a promise, and I intend to keep it."
"I am satisfied the young man is honest, Mr. Bradford," said the merchant.
"After the noble deed he has done, after risking his life to save that of an entire stranger, as he did for my daughter, I know he is not capable of robbing the mail," continued Mr. Goodridge.
"Saved your daughter?" asked Clarence, with an inquiring look at Emily and her father.
Flora volunteered to tell the story of the events following the steamboat explosion, and my modesty14 will not permit me to set down the pleasant speeches which Emily added to the narrative15.
"Well, Buck, I am willing to grant that you are a hero," said Clarence, good-naturedly; "and you have done things for which I should have been slow to give you the credit, if the facts were not fully attested17 by all these witnesses. So you have made a voyage from Torrentville to New Orleans on a raft?"[263]
"I have, and brought Flora with me."
"You have proved yourself to be a smart boy, and I only wish you had left a better reputation behind you at Torrentville."
I thought this remark was a little harsh. I do not wish to say anything against my brother, but I was very much disappointed in the view which he took of the robbery question. I know that he valued reputation as the apple of his eye, and keenly felt that it was cowardice18 for an innocent person to run away from the appearance of evil. I know that he was very indignant at the treatment which the Fishleys had bestowed19 upon Flora and me; but he seemed to believe that I had exaggerated it, and that I had fled from Torrentville solely20 to escape the consequences of robbing the mail.
He was not satisfied with my conduct, and declared that my character must be cleared from all suspicion. The name he bore must not be tainted21 even by the appearance of a crime. He had been an honest man; his father had been an honest man; and he would rather have his brother sunk in the deepest depths of the Mississippi than that the [264]stigma of a crime should be fastened upon him. I was awed22 and abashed23 by the dignity of his bearing and his speech.
"Buck, dare you go back to Torrentville?" he asked.
"I should only be thrown into jail if I went."
"No matter for that. Dare you trust to your own integrity for the final result?"
"I can't bring the gentleman into court to say that he gave me the money, which is the only thing against me."
"No, I haven't seen him. He lives a hundred miles from Torrentville."
"I suppose so. Such witnesses are always a great way off when they are wanted," added my brother, with an ill-concealed sneer25.
"I see that you think I am guilty, Clarence," I replied, wounded beyond measure at his severe conclusions.
"I confess that the affair looks to me like a trumped-up story."[265]
"No, no, Clarence," interposed poor Flora, her eyes filled with tears, as she came to my chair and put her arm lovingly around my neck. "Dear Buckland, I know you are innocent!"
"So do I," exclaimed Emily.
"Hookie!" ejaculated Sim Gwynn, who had been sitting in silence, with his eyes and mouth wide open, but rather nervous when the battle seemed to be going against me.
I wanted to cry myself, for I felt that my brother was very hard upon me. While the others were reaching conclusions through their feelings alone, he was taking the common-sense view of the case. The facts were stubborn, as I had been obliged to acknowledge before; and all I could bring to attest16 my innocence26 was my simple word. But the conference was interrupted by the coming of the family physician, who had been sent for to see Emily. She and her father left the room.
Clarence went over the history of the robbery again; and the more he considered, the more dissatisfied he became with me. Dear Flora pleaded for a more gentle judgment27, and told him how ill Ham and Mrs. Fishley treated me.[266]
"I don't blame you for leaving the Fishleys," he added. "I blame myself for permitting you to remain there, after you complained of them; but I had just been taken into partnership28 with my employers, and I could not well be absent. But I do blame you for leaving them with a stain upon your character. Something must be done immediately. I will not permit them to think you are guilty, unless you are so. If you are guilty, you are no brother of mine."
"I am not guilty," I protested.
"Then you must prove it."
"I can't prove it."
"Are you willing to take your oath before God, in court, that you saw Ham Fishley take the money and burn the letter?"
"I am."
"Very well. Then you shall go to Torrentville, and face your accusers."
"I am willing to do what you think is best."
"I can't believe you are guilty of this crime; but you were foolish to run away from it."
"I will write to the person who gave me the [267]money, and he may do as he pleases about helping29 me out of the scrape."
"My business is nothing compared with this matter, and I will go with you. Now, where is this raft?"
He wished to see it, and Sim and I went with him to the levee.
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