But when he was roughly aroused and seized, he seemed so terrified that his captors were all the more convinced of his guilt2. He made no resistance as he was being hurried along the road, only clinging firmly to his black leather case, and glancing with wild eyes from side to side as if nerving himself to a desperate dash for liberty.
When he had gathered, however, a notion of what he was wanted for, to the astonishment3 of his captors, his terror seemed to subside—a fact which the constable noted4 narrowly. He steadied his voice enough to ask several questions about the murder—questions to which reply was curtly5 refused. Then he walked on in a stolid6 silence, the ruddy colour gradually returning to his face.
A couple of miles before reaching Brine's Rip, the second search party came in sight, the Deputy Sheriff at the head of it and the shaggy black form of Jim close at his heels. With a savage7 curse Hawker sprang forward, and about half the party with him, as if to snatch the prisoner from his captors and take instant vengeance8 upon him.
But Blackstock was too quick for them. The swiftest sprinter9 in the county, he got to the other party ahead of the mob and whipped around to face them, with one hand on the big revolver at his hip10 and Jim showing his teeth beside him. The constable and his party, hugely astonished, but confident that Blackstock's side was the right one to be on, closed protectingly around the prisoner, whose eyes now almost bulged11 from his head.
"You keep right back, boys," commanded the Deputy in a voice of steel. "The law will look after this here prisoner, if he's the guilty one."
"Fur as we kin12 see, there ain't no 'if' about it," shouted Hawker, almost frothing at the mouth. "That's the man as done it, an' we're agoin' to string 'im up fer it right now, for fear he might git off some way atween the jedges an' the lawyers. You keep out of it now, Tug13."
About half the crowd surged forward with Hawker in front. Up came Blackstock's gun.
"Ye know me, boys," said he. "Keep back."
They kept back. They all fell back, indeed, some paces, except Hawker, who held his ground, half crouching14, his lips distorted in a snarl15 of rage.
"Aw now, quit it, Sam," urged one of his followers16. "'Tain't worth it. An' Tug's right, anyways. The law's good enough, with Tug to the back of it." And putting forth17 a long arm he dragged Hawker back into the crowd.
"Put away yer gun, Tug," expostulated another. "Seein's ye feel that way about it, we won't interfere18."
Blackstock stuck the revolver back into his belt with a grin.
"Glad ye've come back to yer senses, boys," said he, perceiving that the crisis was over. "But keep an eye on Hawker for a bit yet. Seems to 'ave gone clean off his head."
"Don't fret19, Tug. We'll look after him," agreed several of his comrades from the mill, laying firmly persuasive20 hands upon the excited man, who cursed them for cowards till they began to chaff21 him roughly.
"What's makin' you so sore, Sam?" demanded one. "Did the book agent try to make up to Sis Hopkins?"
"No, it's Tug that Sis is making eyes at now," suggested another. "That's what's puttin' Sam so off his nut."
"Leave the lady's name out of it, boys," interrupted Blackstock, in a tone that carried conviction.
"Quit that jaw22 now, Sam," interposed another, changing the subject, "an' tell us what ye've done with that fancy belt o' yourn 'at ye're so proud of. We hain't never seen ye without it afore."
"That's so," chimed in the constable. "That accounts for his foolishness. Sam ain't himself without that fancy belt."
Hawker stopped his cursing and pulled himself together with an effort, as if only now realizing that his followers had gone over completely to the side of the law and Tug Blackstock.
"Now, boys," said Blackstock presently, "we'll git right back along to where poor Jake's still layin', and there we'll ask this here stranger what he knows about it. It's there, if anywheres, where we're most likely to git some light on the subject. I've sent over to the Ridge24 fer the coroner, an' poor Jake can't be moved till he comes."
The book agent, his confidence apparently25 restored by the attitude of Blackstock, now let loose a torrent26 of eloquence27 to explain how glad he would be to tell all he knew, and how sorry he was that he knew nothing, having merely had a brief conversation with poor Mr. Sanderson on the morning of the previous day.
"Ye'll hev lots o' time to tell us all that when we're askin' ye," answered Blackstock. "Now, take my advice an' keep yer mouth shet."
As Blackstock was speaking, Jim slipped in alongside the prisoner and rubbed against him with a friendly wag of the tail as if to say:
"Sorry to see you in such a hole, old chap."
Some of the men laughed, and one who was more or less a friend of Hawker's, remarked sarcastically28:
"Jim don't seem quite so discriminatin' as usual, Tug."
"Oh, I don't know," replied the Deputy drily, noting the dog's attitude with evident interest. "Time will show. Ye must remember a man ain't necessarily a murderer jest because he wears black side-lights an' tries to sell ye a book that ain't no good."
"No good!" burst out the prisoner, reddening with indignation. "You show me another book that's half as good, at double the price, an' I'll give you——"
"Shet up, you!" ordered the Deputy, with a curious look. "This ain't no picnic ye're on, remember."
Then some one, as if for the first time, thought of the money for which Sanderson had been murdered.
"Why don't ye search him, Tug?" he demanded. "Let's hev a look in that there black knapsack."
"Ye bloomin' fool," shouted Hawker, again growing excited, "ye don't s'pose he'd be carryin' it on him, do ye? He'd hev it buried somewheres in the woods, where he could git it later."
"Right ye are, Sam," agreed the Deputy. "The man as done the deed ain't likely to carry the evidence around on him. But all the same, we'll search the prisoner bime-by."
By the time the strange procession had got back to the scene of the tragedy it had been swelled29 by half the population of the village. At Blackstock's request, Zeb Smith, the proprietor30 of the store, who was also a magistrate31, swore in a score of special constables32 to keep back the crowd while awaiting the arrival of the coroner. Under the magistrate's orders—which satisfied Blackstock's demand for strict formality of procedure—the prisoner was searched, and could not refrain from showing a childish triumph when nothing was found upon him.
Passing from abject33 terror to a ridiculous over-confidence, he with difficulty restrained himself from seizing the opportunity to harangue34 the crowd on the merits of "Mother, Home, and Heaven." His face was wreathed in fatuous35 smiles as he saw the precious book snatched from its case and passed around mockingly from hand to hand. He certainly did not look like a murderer, and several of the crowd, including Stephens, the game-warden, began to wonder if they had not been barking up the wrong tree.
"I've got the idee," remarked Stephens, "it'd take a baker's dozen o' that chap to do in Jake Sanderson that way. The skate as killed Jake was some man, anyways."
"I'd like to know," sneered36 Hawker, "how ye're going to account for that piece o' paper, the book-agent's paper, 'at Tug Blackstock found there under the body."
"Aw, shucks!" answered the game-warden, "that's easy. He's been a-sowin' 'em round the country so's anybody could git hold of 'em, same's you er me, Sam!"
This harmless, if ill-timed pleasantry appeared to Hawker, in his excitement, a wanton insult. His lean face went black as thunder, and his lips worked with some savage retort that would not out. But at that instant came a strange diversion. The dog Jim, who under Blackstock's direction had been sniffing37 long and minutely at the clothes of the murdered man, at the rifled leather bag, and at the ground all about, came suddenly up to Hawker and stood staring at him with a deep, menacing growl38, while the thick hair rose stiffly along his back.
For a moment there was dead silence save for that strange accusing growl. Hawker's face went white to the lips. Then, in a blaze, of fury he yelled!
"Git out o' that! I'll teach ye to come showin' yer teeth at me!" And he launched a savage kick at the animal.
"JIM!! Come here!" rapped out the command of Tug Blackstock, sharp as a rifle shot. And Jim, who had eluded39 the kick, trotted40 back, still growling41, to his master.
"Whatever ye been doin' to Jim, Sam?" demanded one of the mill hands. "I ain't never seen him act like that afore."
"Now ye're lyin', Sam Hawker," said Blackstock quietly. "Ye know right well as how you an' Jim were good friends only yesterday at the store, where I saw ye feedin' him. An' I don't think likely ye've ever given Jim a lickin'. It don't sound probable."
"Seems to me there's a lot of us has gone a bit off their nut over this thing, an' not much wonder, neither," commented the game-warden. "Looks like Sam Hawker has gone plumb43 crazy. An' now there's Jim, the sensiblest dog in the world, with lots more brains than most men-kind, foolin' away his time like a year-old pup a-tryin' dig out a darn old woodchuck hole."
Such, in fact, seemed to be Jim's object. He was digging furiously with both forepaws beneath the big white stone on the opposite side of the pool.
"He's bit me. I'll kill him," screamed Hawker, his face distorted and foam44 at the corners of his lips. He plucked his hunting-knife from its sheath, and leapt forward wildly, with the evident intention of darting45 around the pool and knifing the dog.
But Blackstock, who had been watching him intently, was too quick for him.
"No, ye don't, Sam!" he snapped, catching46 him by the wrist with such a wrench47 that the bright blade fell to the ground. With a scream, Hawker struck at his face, but Blackstock parried the blow, tripped him neatly48, and fell on him.
"Hold him fast, boys," he ordered. "Seems like he's gone mad. Don't let him hurt himself."
In five seconds the raving49 man was trussed up helpless as a chicken, his hands tied behind his back, his legs lashed50 together at the knees, so that he could neither run nor kick. Then he was lifted to his feet, and held thus, inexorably but with commiseration51.
"Sorry to be rough with ye, Sam," said one of the constables, "but ye've gone crazy as a bed-bug."
"Never knowed Sam was such a friend o' Jake's!" muttered another, with deepest pity.
But Blackstock stood close beside the body of the murdered man, and watched with a face of granite52 the efforts of Jim to dig under the big white stone. His absorption in such an apparently frivolous53 matter attracted the notice of the crowd. A hush54 fell upon them all, broken only by the hoarse55, half-smothered ravings of Sam Hawker.
"'Tain't no woodchuck Jim's diggin' for, you see!" muttered one of the constables to the puzzled Stephens.
"Tug don't seem to think so, neither," agreed Stephens.
"Angus," said Blackstock in a low, strained voice to the constable who had just spoken, "would ye mind stepping round an' givin' Jim a lift with that there stone!"
The constable hastened to obey. As he approached, Jim looked up, his face covered thickly with earth, wagged his tail in greeting, then fell to work again with redoubled energy.
The constable set both hands under the stone, and with a huge heave turned it over. With a yelp57 of delight Jim plunged58 his head into the hole, grabbed something in his mouth, and tore around the pool with it. The something was long and whitish, and trailed as he ran. He laid it at Blackstock's feet.
Blackstock held it up so that all might see it. It was a painted Indian belt, and it was stained and smeared59 with blood. The constable picked out of the hole a package of bills.
Then Tug Blackstock spoke, while every one, as if with one consent, turned his eyes away from the face of Sam Hawker, unwilling60 to see a comrade's shame and horror.
"This is a matter now for jedge and jury, boys," said he in a voice that was grave and stern. "But I think you'll all agree that we hain't no call to detain this gentleman, who's been put to so much inconvenience all on account of our little mistake."
"Don't mention it, don't mention it," protested the book agent, as his guards, with profuse61 apologies, released him. "That's a mighty62 intelligent dawg o' yours, Mr. Blackstock."
"He's sure done you a good turn this day, mister," replied the Deputy grimly.
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vengeance
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bulged
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snarl
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fret
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swelled
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catching
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