“Worrah! I wonder if me hid is left on me shoulders!” he exclaimed, vigorously rubbing his neck; “yis,—the most of me is here, as Tarn3 Murry said whin he came down after being blowed up in a powder mill.”
A few rods farther and he came upon a sight which caused him to halt as abruptly4 as before, with a strong inclination5 to turn about and go back to his canoe.
In a small open space a fire of pine cones6, twigs7 and branches was burning beside the trunk of a fallen tree. Resting on the top of the blaze was a tomato can, filled with bubbling coffee, whose aroma8 reached the nostrils9 of Mike at the moment he caught sight of the fire. On the log sat a ragged10, frowsy tramp, with a crooked11 stick in his hand tending the blaze, while on the ground half lying down and half sitting up, was a second vagrant12 sucking a corncob pipe.
You remember the two nuisances who called upon Dr. Spellman and because of their insolence13 were sharply rebuffed by him, though his wife, in the kindness of her heart, gave them food. These were the same hoboes, who it will be noted14 had not as yet wandered far from the physician’s home. You remember, too, their characteristic names,—Buzby Biggs and Saxy Hutt. Lazy, shiftless, dirty, rugged15 of frame, thieves and unmitigated pests, they were straggling through this part of Maine, in mortal dread16 of two afflictions,—work and a bath. They were ready to suffer harsh treatment and privation rather than submit to either.
Mike’s sensitiveness revolted at sight of them, but before he could turn away, both of the men, who must have heard his approach, raised their heads and looked toward him. Hutt, who was smoking the pipe, slowly rose to his feet, stretched his arms over his head, and beckoned17 with his grimy forefinger18.
“Welcome, my lord!” he called in his husky voice; “wilt thou not come into our baronial castle and partake of a flagon of wine with us?”
The grotesqueness19 of the invitation appealed to Mike and he walked forward, recalling that he had not his buckthorn cane20 with him. Had he gone for a tramp through the woods he would have held it in his hand, but it was in his way when 24using the canoe. He never carried firearms, for to do so is to disobey one of the strictest rules of the Boy Scouts22, besides which, as you know, an Irishman believes in the use only of nature’s weapons, with the addition perhaps now and then of a stout23 shillaleh. Not that Mike Murphy expected any trouble with these men, but the thought which came to him was natural under the circumstances.
He approached in his confident fashion, with a grin on his face, halted a pace or two from the fire, and with the couple examining him, made the Boy Scout21 salute24.
“’Tis so kind of ye that I will halt a brief while and enj’y the hospitality of the Knights25 of the Ragged Shirt and Dirty Face.”
This was a pretty crisp salutation, but it need not be said that Mike felt no more regard for the couple than do all respectable persons. He remained standing26 and did not go nearer.
“Not while yersilves are in the counthry.”
“Who are you anyway?”
“Mike Murphy of Southport, State of Maine. I would exchange cards wid ye, but I’m afeard ye couldn’t return the compliment.”
“I left my pasteboards at home on the piany. We gather from your dress that you’re one of them Boy Patrols.”
“Ye’re right, excipt jest now I’m on this side of the lake.”
“Gee whizz! but you’re keen. How long do you chaps intend to stay there?”
“Probably until we lave. We’re not among the folks who hev to be kicked out by their betters.”
“Meaning us?”
“As ye plaise; I want to be agreeable to ye.”
Mike had not shown tact28. He ought to have reflected that it was imprudent to rouse the resentment29 of two full grown men of so lawless a character as these tramps undoubtedly30 were. Combative31 as Mike was by nature, he would have hardly been the equal of one of them in a “shindy” which could be easily started and which it seemed he had set out to provoke.
“I observe,” said Biggs, “that you have a brass32 chain dangling33 from yer coat pocket in front; does the same signify that there’s a watch anchored at t’other end?”
“The best Waterbury chronometer35 made,—price a dollar and a half.”
“I’m thinking ye would like to borrer a good many things ye can’t; I carry a little loose change in me pocket. Mebbe you’d like to borrer the same?”
“Yer guessed it the fust time; while yer turning over that turnip37 and chain yer may as well h’ist out the few pennies in yer garments.”
The tramp took a step toward the lad, his companion grinningly watching proceedings38.
The words and manner of Biggs left no doubt that he meant to rob Mike of his watch and money,—though neither was of much value. Was the Irish youth angry? I cannot do justice to his feelings, so let us try to imagine his state of mind.
Prudence39 demanded that he should try to conciliate the scamps, or, failing in that, to dash off at the top of his speed, but two reasons checked this course. You know he was not formed for running, and either one of the tramps could have overtaken him by half trying. The other reason was that Mike never ran from any foe40. He would die fighting before showing the white feather. Convinced that nothing could avert41 a fierce struggle, he instantly prepared for it. He would have felt better had his shillaleh been in his grasp, but it has already been shown that his only weapons were those which nature had furnished and no youth of his years could have known better how to use them.
I should be distressed42 if I had to describe Mike’s fight with two full grown men, for it was impossible that he should not get much the worst of it. While it may be a relief to picture one in his situation as baffling, if not defeating two burly despoilers, yet to do so would be contrary to truth.
The youth recoiled43 a single step, closed his fists and assumed an attitude of defense44. Saxy Hutt, still stood grinningly listening and watching. As he viewed the situation it was preposterous45 to think his pal would need his help. None the less, he would be quick to give it should the call be made.
“Come on as soon as ye plaise, and I’d as lief take both as one; don’t kaap me waiting.”
“Hear him talk,” said Biggs, still advancing, though more slowly than before; “he makes believe he ain’t scared half to death.”
“Ye’ll be thankful in less nor a minute if ye’re allowed to escape wid yer life.”
This sounded like the wildest kind of boasting, but it was justified46. Since Mike Murphy faced the two tramps, he saw what was behind them, which they did not. In a direct line with Biggs, slightly to the left of Saxy, and no more than a dozen paces to the rear, stood Dr. Spellman with leveled revolver and face red with anger.
“Move a little to one side, Mike, so I shall run no risk of hitting you,” called the physician; “just now you’re right in line with that ruffian.”
Buzby Biggs leaped fully47 a foot in air, and with a gasp48 flashed his head about and stared at the point whence the dreadful voice had come. Then his spiky49 hair seemed to rise on end and lift his dilapidated hat to a height of several inches.
“Shall I wing him, Mike?” asked the doctor, with the weapon still at a level.
“Folly yer own plisure in that regard; I don’t begrudge50 ye the enj’yment, as Mrs. O’Flaherty remarked whin she refoosed to fire at the bear that was chasing her husband.”
At that instant, Biggs emitted a howl, and with what was left of his fragmentary hat fluttering to the ground, dashed in a headlong panic through the wood and undergrowth toward the lake.
The sharp crack of the Smith and Wesson rang out, and the fugitive51 made another bound in air, as if he felt the sting of the bullet, and dived out of sight.
“I missed him on purpose,” remarked the doctor; “he isn’t worth a cartridge52, but I’m undecided about you.”
“I—I—I’ve got an engagement,” he stuttered, beginning to shamble in the direction taken by his companion; “I’ll bid you good day.”
“Hold on!” sharply commanded his master; “wait till I decide what’s best to do with you.”
“Why—why, boss, I haven’t done anything.”
And too weak to stand in his excessive terror, Saxy sagged54 back and sat down heavily on the log. Mike could not help pitying him.
“It was t’other spalpeen that meant to rob me, docther.”
“One is as bad as the other; this one would have helped had it been necessary.”
“Oh, doctor,” protested the aggrieved55 Saxy, “how can yer think such a crool thing of a gentleman like me? I was just going to stop Buzby when yer spoke up.”
The physician lowered his weapon with a laugh.
“Off with you! I hope never to see the face of yourself or Buzby again. You may drink your coffee if you wish before you leave.”
But the tramp had lost his thirst as well as his appetite for the time. He came unsteadily to his feet, and began moving gingerly over the trail of his companion.
“I say, doctor,” he said, pausing a few steps away, “if you feel like firing off that little thing in your hand, please p’int t’other way.”
“I shall take your request into consideration, but don’t advise you to bank on my granting it.”
Saxy increased his pace until it equalled that of him who had gone before. Dr. Spellman extended his hand to Mike.
“I hope that is the last of them. I supposed they left the neighborhood, but they will do so now.”
“Why do ye think that, docther?”
“Heretofore we had nothing positive to bring against them. Now I can bear witness that they tried to rob you. They know it and have no wish to go to jail while the weather is so pleasant outside. Let’s sit down on this log for a wee bit, before going to my house. Tell me how you came to be in this place.”
“I was on me way from Uncle Elk56’s cabin whin the smoke of this camp caused me to turn aside, wid the result that I’d 32been mixed up in the biggest shindy of me life if ye hadn’t took it in yer head to spoil the picnic.”
“He did that,” gravely replied Mike, who thereupon told his friend of the assertion of the hermit58 that he and the physician must not meet.
“I had begun to suspect some such feeling on his part, though not to the degree he shows. I have called there twice, the last time with my wife, who insists that the old man was in his cabin at the time and purposely kept out of our sight. He can depend upon it that I shall not put myself in his way, though I am wholly at a loss to understand his enmity. But we may as well go to the house, Mike.”
As he spoke, the doctor rose to his feet, and the two began threading their way through the wood to the point where Mike had left his canoe.
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forefinger
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