And now, after days of loneliness and nights of terror, Maurice was up again and outside where he could catch the wood-breeze and smell the sweet odor of plants and clearing fires. He wondered how many years he had been away from it all. How old was he now? Why didn't his mother answer his questions? He did not realize that his voice was weak; he had forgotten that his mother was deaf. All he knew was that nobody cared a hang for him any more, not even his own mother. His weak hands clutched at the bandage at his throat, as though to tear it off and hurl11 it from him. His head sank weakly back against the wall, and the tears came to his eyes.
Suddenly those eyes opened wide. Was he dreaming again or did he hear the low croak12 of a crow? He twisted his head. There at his feet sat Croaker. The crow's beady eyes were fastened on him. Suspended from its neck was a cord and attached to the cord was a piece of yellow wrapping paper.
Maurice's white face slowly expanded in a grin. He glanced in the direction of his mother, then held out his hand to the crow with a lowspoken, "Come Croaker, ol' feller."
"Come Croaker," pleaded Maurice again. But the crow was obdurate15. It is barely possible that he failed to recognize Maurice owing to the sick boy's altered looks or perhaps he expected a glimpse of the reward which was always his for the performing of a service. With one backward look from his bright eyes, he spread his short wings and sailed across to Mrs. Keeler, settling on her shoulder with a harsh croak, whereat that greatly-startled lady sat down on the gravel16, her lap full of dirty water and potatoes.
What Mrs. Keeler might have done is not known, for just at this juncture17 a high-pitched voice came to her from the garden gate. "Get hold of him, Missus Keeler an' wring18 his black neck."
Mrs. Keeler, who heard the voice without catching19 Mrs. Wilson's words, struggled up. Croaker promptly20 sailed over to Maurice for protection. The boy broke the string attached to the note from Billy and reaching behind him secured from a plate a scrap21 of the dinner he had left uneaten. "Here Croaker," he whispered, "grab it quick. Now, back you go where things are safe," and he tossed the bird into the air. Croaker flew to a tree-top and proceeded to enjoy the reward of service well rendered.
Maurice glanced at the message, then his face fell. "Oh blame it all!" he muttered, "another of Bill's sign letters; looks like a fence that's been struck by lightnin'."
The several long perpendicular22 lines were possibly intended to represent the forest, but what was meant by the two vertical23 lines and the crosses directly beneath them Maurice did not know. Also there was a crudely drawn24 circle and, inside it, a small square. Maybe this was supposed to represent a hollow stump25 with a squirrel-trap in it, thought the perplexed26 Maurice. With a sigh of disgust he turned the paper over. Then his eyes brightened. Written there in Billy's cramped27 hand were these words and characters:
Maurice stared. So that was it! Billy and old Harry28 had found the goods stolen from the Twin Oaks store. There were doin's—big doin's, and Billy wanted him in on 'em. He leaned over to secure a view of his mother and Mrs. Wilson. Mrs. Keeler had removed her wet apron29 and was now seated on the bench beside her neighbor, listening to the latest gossip.
"That Jim Scroggie, the heir, has come back, an' he's rented the Stanley house," Mrs. Wilson was saying. "They say he's goin' to cut down the big woods an' sell the timber. I guess he intends stayin' right on, 'cause he brought his housekeeper30 an' his two children, a boy and a girl, with him."
"Is he tol'able well-to-do?" Mrs. Keeler asked.
"Why yes. I understand he's rich as porcupine31 stew," said Mrs. Wilson. "What he wants to come here fer, stirrin' up trouble, is beyond all knowin'. Him an' that man Hinter—they've been trampin' all over the country examinin' the land, cricks an' everythin'. They met up with my man, Tom, on the road yesterday an' they stopped him. Scroggie told him any time he wanted to bore fer water he'd put in a rig an' Tom needn't pay a cent if he didn't get him a well."
"Land o' Liberty! but he was generous!" cried Mrs. Keeler.
"Tom said he'd think it over an' let him know. I guess he was pretty short with Scroggie, knowin' as he does that the woods an' land rightly belong to young Stanhope."
"That it does," agreed Mrs. Keeler, indignantly. "An' him, poor young man, helpless through loss of his eyesight and all. You heard, of course, that Frank Stanhope and Erie Landon had broke their engagement?"
"Yes, everybody who knows 'em both an' loves 'em both has heard that. But what else could they do? He's not able to support a wife—the little farm is only enough fer himself, after that Burke an' his wife are paid fer workin' it and lookin' after the house, an' he's too high-spirited to ask Erie to share his burden and poverty."
Mrs. Keeler gulped32 and reached for her apron but recollecting33 that she had hung it up to dry, rubbed her eyes on her sleeve. "Cobin says that young man is jest about heartbroke, spite o' the smile he wears," she said. "Tries so hard to be cheerful, too, in spite of all. Preacher Reddick had supper with us last Sunday night an' he said the teacher was the finest specimen35 of Christly example he'd ever seen."
Mrs. Wilson cleared her throat. "They do say that Mr. Hinter visits the light-house regular every week. Have you heard that, Missus Keeler?"
"Yes, an' I'm wonderin' why?"
Mrs. Wilson rose and smoothed down her skirt. "Well I wouldn't go so far as to say I know why, but I have my suspicions," she declared. "One thing I do know, it's not 'cause he's so interested in a man sick with the asthma36."
"You can't tell what a girl'll do fer her father," said the other woman dubiously38. "But there now," she broke off, "here I am visitin' away with you, jest as though there wasn't a batch39 of bread riz and kneaded at home, ready fer the oven. When I looked fer my bread-pans blest a one could I find. I know that Billy has lugged40 'em off somewheres to use as bath-tubs fer his birds and lizards41; so, thinks I, I'll jest run over an' ask Mrs. Keeler fer the loan of hern."
"Why to be sure," rejoined her neighbor, "come right along in an' I'll get 'em. I want you to see how nice my canned tomaters look." As they turned towards the house, Mrs. Wilson caught sight of Maurice, huddled42 in the big chair beneath the trailing vine.
"Well, fer the land sakes alive, Maurice!" she cried. "It is good to see you up ag'in. You've had a hard pull of it, poor lad. Dear heart! but it's thinned you a lot, too! Think of any mortal boy changin' so in two short weeks."
Maurice squirmed. "It seemed a lot longer than two weeks," he said faintly.
"There, there," cried the big-hearted woman, "of course it did."
Mrs. Keeler edged forward distrustfully. "What's that he says he's goin' to do in two weeks?" she asked, suspicion in her tones. "Cause if you think, young man, you be goin' to go in swimmin' ag'in, inside two weeks—" she pointedly43 addressed Maurice, "you got another think comin'. I'm goin' to see that you don't suffer no re-lapse."
"I don't want to go swimmin'" wailed44 Maurice, "but I do want'a walk a bit out through the woods, Ma."
"No." Mrs. Keeler shook her head with finality, "I can't trust you out o' my sight. You gotta set right there where you be."
"She don't know how awful lonesome it is settin' still so long," sighed Maurice, casting an appealing eye on Billy's mother. "I wisht you'd ask her to let me go as far as your place with you, Missus Wilson," he pleaded, lowering his voice. "Billy kin10 trail 'long back with me an' see I don't cut up any."
"Maurice," remonstrated45 Mrs. Wilson, smothering46 the sympathy in her heart in the clutch of duty, "it's wrong fer you to take advantage of your pore ma's deefness this way. I wouldn't send Willium back with you, anyways. What devilment you wouldn't think of he certainly would. No, I'll ask your ma to let you come, but it's Anson I'll have bring you home an' not Willium." And with a frown and a shake of her head she followed her neighbor into the house.
Maurice waited hopefully until his mother and Mrs. Wilson came out again. Then he turned eagerly towards them.
"Your Ma says you kin come," said Mrs. Wilson, "Providin' I don't let you near the cookie jar, and see that Anson brings you back safe."
"Mind you," his mother admonished47 as he followed Mrs. Wilson down the path, "if you come home with wet feet into bed you go and stay 'till snow flies."
When they reached the meadow-path, with the outbuildings between them and the watchful48 eyes of his mother, Maurice removed the shawl from about his throat. "I won't be needin' it any more, now," he said in answer to his companion's frown of protest. "It makes me too warm, an' the doctor he said whatever I did I mustn't sweat." Mrs. Wilson allowed the explanation to stand.
They climbed the rail fence and started to cross the stubble-field. As they neared the long row of brown-fruited sumachs Mrs. Wilson paused and stood in a listening attitude. "Say, isn't that Willium's varmint of a crow settin' up there on that ash?" she asked, pointing to the slender tree growing among the sumachs.
Maurice shook his head. "No ma'am, that ain't him," he said. "It's too big fer Croaker; it's a wild crow."
"Is it?" The woman started on again, then halted abruptly49. "Well, it's queer how much his voice is like Willium's crow. Can't you hear him mutterin' and croakin'?"
"Yep, I hear him, but all crows do that," Maurice hastened to explain. Then as a shrill50 note, half a cluck and half a whistle, sounded from the bushes, he added quickly. "That's a hen partridge callin'. That crow's tryin' to scare her off her nest, most like, so's he kin steal the eggs."
Again came the low whistle, and Maurice swayed, staggered and sank down on the stubble, with a faint moan. With a cry of alarm Mrs. Wilson bent51 above him. "Maurice! Maurice Keeler!" she gasped52. "Whatever is wrong? There now, I knowed you was up and out too soon. Come along. I'm goin' to take you straight back home."
"Oh please don't do that," begged Maurice. "I'm jest a little weak, that's all. You leave me here an' send Anse back to stay with me. I do so want to go over in the woods fer a little while, Missus Wilson."
The woman stood frowning and considering. "Well," she said at length. "I'll go an' have Anson come fer you but you see you don't budge53 an inch till he comes."
"No ma'am, he'll find me right here."
Maurice watched her until she climbed the road fence and entered the grove54 inside the Wilson gate. Then he started crawling towards the sumachs. As he reached them Billy poked55 his head from the bushes, a grin on his face.
"Have hard work gettin' away from her, Maurice?" he asked.
"It's good to see you too, Maurice. You got my code message, didn't you?"
"Yep. Have you found the stuff they stole from the store, Bill?"
"You bet. Me an' old Harry know right where it is. We ain't told another soul but you and teacher Stanhope 'bout34 it yet, but we're goin' to soon. Come on an' I'll show you where it's buried."
"I can't," said Maurice miserably57. "Your Ma's goin' to send Anse out to keep tabs on me. If he wasn't such a tattletale we might work it but you know him."
Billy pursed up his lips in thought. "Say!" he cried, "I've got it. You go on back there where you played possum, an' wait fer Anse. When he comes he's goin' to beg a favor of you, sure as shootin'. He played a dirty trick on me not long ago an' he's been keepin' out of my way ever since. Lied to me so's to get me to thrash a feller that licked him. I'll tell you all about it later. Anse is goin' to ask you to square it with me; he's jest that kind. You promise to get him off this time if he goes away an' leaves you by yourself. Then you come back here, see?"
"Yes, but if he goes an' tells your Ma, what then?"
"But he won't. If he does she'll tan him good fer goin' off an' leavin' you by yourself. You tell him he'll have to wait around here till you get back. He'll do it, all right. There he comes through the grove now. Better crawl back to where Ma left you."
Maurice dropped on all fours and started wriggling58 through the rough stubble, sighing in relief as he reached the desired spot.
Anson was grinning as he came up. "Kind'a weak on the pins, eh?" he greeted, "Ma told me I was to come across here an' see you didn't get into no mischief59."
Maurice wanted to knock that grin off Anson's sneering60 mouth, but he was in no condition to do it. Besides it was a moment for diplomacy61. "Everybody seems to think I want'a fall in a well an' get drowned, er somethin'," he grumbled62. "Why do I need watchin', I'd like to know?"
Anson chuckled63, "Well, you ain't goin' to get no chance to do any funny stunts64 this afternoon," he promised. "I'm here to keep an eye on you."
"Which one?" Maurice asked sarcastically65. "The good one er the blacked one?"
Anson's face reddened. "You needn't get funny!" he cried, angrily. "Any feller's liable to black an eye runnin' agin a tree, in the dark."
"Or a fist in the daylight," grinned Maurice. "Well, never mind, Anse," he said consolingly, "you've got one good eye left, but somethin' tells me you won't have it long."
"What you mean?" asked Anson suspiciously.
"Why, I've got a hunch66 that somebody's layin' for you, that's all," answered Maurice. "'Course, I may be wrong. Am I?"
Anson squatted67 down beside Maurice. "No, by gosh! you're not so far wrong," he admitted, ruefully. "Somebody is layin' fer me, an' layin' fer me right. It's Bill. Say, Maurice, won't you try an' get him to let me off this time. If you will I won't ferget it in a hurry."
Maurice stood up. "Where's Bill now?" he asked.
"I dunno. Down where he keeps his pets I s'pose. Why?"
"Cause I'm goin' down an' find him. I'll beg you off this time, Anse, if you'll do as I say."
"What you mean, do as you say?"
"You're to stay here till I get back, no matter how long I'm away."
Anson considered. "An' you promise to get Bill to let me off?"
"Sure."
"All right, I'll stay."
"Course, if you ain't here when I get back the bargain's off. Understand?"
Anson nodded. "I'll be here," he promised.
"Bill won't bother you none if you do what I say," said Maurice as he made for the grove. Half an hour later he and Billy approached old Harry's hut and knocked gently on the door. Harry's voice bade them enter.
They found him seated on a stool, fondling the big grey-blue cat. He placed the cat gently down as they entered.
"God love ye, byes," he cried, "it's a foine pair ye are, an' no mistake; so it's sick y've been, Maurice?"
"Measles," said Maurice.
Harry nodded sympathetically. "Faith, measles are a blissin' in disguise, as are many other afflictions," he said. "Would ye relish68 a swate smell and the colors av God's big out av doors so much, think ye, if kept prisoner from thim ye never were? I'm thinkin' not.
"Take meself," he went on, drawing his stool closer to the chairs of his young friends. "All me life have I dhrunk more er less av the cup that cheers; but I'm through now, byes, not so much either because ut's a fit av the blue divils the stuff give me but because I mane from now on to quaff69 the swate draft of Nature widout a bad taste in me mouth. I'm through wid whisky feriver, and ut's Harry O'Dule, siventh son av a siventh son, so declares himself this day. Ut's out into God's blissid sunlight have I come afther bein' held prisoner by a deadlier disease than measles, me byes."
The tears came to the old man's eyes as he felt the sincere pressure of the hands held out to him. "Begobs! but ut's a foine pair ye be," he muttered. Then aloud. "And have ye told him, Billy?"
Billy nodded.
"Well, this much more I'll be tellin' both av ye," said Harry. "Just a bit ago two strange min stopped at me cabin dure. A rough lookin' pair they were, I'm sayin'. Says the big one av the two: 'Ould man,' says he, 'do ye know wan in these parts named Hinter?'"
"'I know one such,' 'sez I.
"'Then,' sez he, 'wull yu do me the favor av deliverin' a missage to him an' kin ye go now?' says he.
"'I kin that,' says I."
"'And the message,' he says, 'this is ut: "Off Gibson's Grove at tin o'clock,"' says he."
"'All right,' says I, and he put a silver dollar in me fist and wint away wid his companion.
"I delivered the missage to Hinter. And whin I returned to me cabin I found everythin' in a jumble70, an' no mistake. Somebody had scattered71 the furs on me bunk72 and turned everythin' upside down, they had, an' they had sought underneath73 the flure, too."
"An' did they find it?" gasped Billy.
"Begobs they did not," grinned Harry. "And I'll be tellin' ye fer why. Only this blissid mornin', uts took the stuff from beneath me flure, I did, and hid it in a new spot."
Billy sighed his relief. "Gee, but it's lucky you did," he cried. "That's the very thing Trigger Finger Tim would'a done, ain't it, Maurice?"
Maurice nodded. "I'm goin' to stick along here an help you watch the stuff, Harry. Them men'll likely come prowlin' back here."
"An' torture you, Harry," put in Billy. "Tie you to a tree an' throw knives at you till you weaken an' tell 'em where the stuff's hid. That's what they did to Trigger Finger."
"Faith," cried Harry, "ut's divil a bit I know concernin' that man Trigger Finger, but ut's small reward they'd be gettin' fer their pains if they tied me up and tried torture, an' I'll be tellin' ye fer why, byes. The stuff's gone back to Spencer. Load ut I did meself on Joe Scraff's buckboard, not more than an hour agone. The box wid the black fox skins an' two big jugs74 av whisky. Back I sent ut all, byes, wid the compliments av the both av ye an' me poor self. But now it'll be there, and the heart av ould Caleb'll be beatin' two skips fer one wid jye at recoverin' all av his stolen possessions. I did right, I hope now, in sindin' ut along back?" he finished.
"You bet you did!" cried the boys, together.
Maurice stood up. "Well, as there's no need to keep watch here, maybe I best trail along home. Anse'll be gettin' tired waitin' fer me."
"That won't hurt him; he's always tired anyway," rejoined Billy. "But we'd best go."
At the door he paused and turned toward Harry. "Where's Gibson's Grove?" he asked.
Harry, who had picked up his hat and taken his tin whistle from his bosom75, shook his head. "There's no sech place, I'm thinkin'," he answered.
Billy frowned. "What did Hinter say when you gave him the message, Harry?"
Harry chuckled. "Faith, ut's crazy he thought I was I guess," he cried. "'Ould man,' sez he, 'somebody has been playin' a trick on ye. I know no such place as Gibson's Grove.' Thin begobs! he laughed, like he saw the humor av ut, and had me sate76 meself in the shade and smoke a cigar while I risted. So I'm thinkin', byes, them min jest wanted to get rid av me the while they ransacked77 me house and belongin's, bad cess to 'em!"
Billy laughed. "Come along as far as the clearin', Harry," he invited, "and play us a tune78 that'll cheer Maurice up, will you?"
"Faith, an' that I'll do," cried O'Dule. "Lilt him a chune I wull that'll make his laggin' feet dance, and his laggin' spirit look up above the slough79 av despond."
And so down the path ridged with the bronze bars of late afternoon sunlight, they passed, Harry strutting80 in the lead, wrinkled face lifted, scanty81 white locks streaming in the breeze as he drew from his whistle a wild sweet melody.
"There now," he cried, when at last the clearing was reached, and the whistle was tucked away in the bosom of his flannel82 shirt, "I'll be partin' wid ye now, byes, fer a spell. Over to Spencer's store I'll be goin', to glimpse the jye in his eyes, and axe83 him to trust me fer a few groceries I'll be needin' till me next allowance arrives from the home land. And ut's no doubt I have in me mind that he'll do ut gladly, fer ut's a tinder man he is at heart an' no mistake."
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