"I want'a know how you got them ink blots8 on your good clothes. Have you been a'wearin' 'em to school?" asked Mrs. Wilson.
So that was it? Anson had "peached"! Billy swallowed hard. His mind reviewed the days of the past two weeks. Again he saw a pair of blue eyes, misty9 with love and feeling; heard a voice whose cadence10 was sweeter than honey saying, "My! Billy, you are so different from any other boy I've ever met; and you always wear such nice clothes, too." Oh those wonderful, joy-filled days! What boy would not have risked far more than he had risked to win such commendation from the girl of all girls.
Billy squared his shoulders. Yes, he would do as she would wish. He would confess. But the best of intentions go oft awry12 and Billy's present ones were suddenly sidetracked by a giggle13 from Anson, a giggle freighted with malice14, triumph and devilish joy at his predicament.
Now, a boy may make up his mind to die a hero, but no boy cares to be ushered15 out by gibes16 and "I-told-you-so's." Billy promptly17 adopted new tactics. "This ain't my suit, Ma," he said.
"It's Anse's. We must have got 'em mixed when we was dressin'."
Billy returned her angry gaze without a flicker21 of an eyelid22. The reproach in his grey eyes was enough to make any mother ashamed of having doubted, and, as a matter of natural consequence, anger her the more. "How do you know that's Anson's suit?" she shot at Billy, between rubs. "How do you know it, you young imp23, you?"
Billy moved forward, halting a safe distance from his mother. "You'll remember, Ma, that Anse's pants has two hip24 pockets, an mine only one."
"Yes, that's so."
"An' his coat has two inside pockets, an' mine only one."
"I remember that, too. Well?"
Billy removed the coat he was wearing and passed it over to his mother. She turned it inside out, and inspected it closely.
"That's Anson's coat all right," she affirmed. "Now twist about so's I kin6 see them hip pockets in the pants."
Billy did so. Then, there being nothing more left to do, he stepped back to watch the fireworks.
Stunned25 into inaction by the ease and suddenness with which Billy had turned the tables against him Anson had only time to take one longing26 glance toward the door. His mother had lifted the razor-strop from its nail and as he made a frenzied27 leap toward safety her strong hand gripped him by the wet hair. "Swish" fell the strop and Anson's wail28 of woe29 rent the Sabbath air. In vain he squirmed, cried, protested his innocence30.
Having gotten nicely warmed up to her work Mrs. Wilson turned a deaf ear to his wails31. "You would try to put off your dirty tracks on your brother, would you?" Swish-swish. "I'll teach you to wear your good clothes to school. I'll teach you to lie to me, you bad, deceitful, ungrateful boy, you!
"Now," she panted, having reached the limit of her strength, "you go upstairs with Willium and change clothes. Not another word, er I'll start in on you all over ag'in. Off you go, both o'you. And Willium," she called after them, "when you get into your own suit, don't you ferget to come here fer your scrubbin'."
When Billy reached the loft32, Anson was standing33 in the center of the room, smashing with clenched34 fists at the empty air. Billy sat down on his bed and grinned. "You will run straight into trouble, in spite of all I say, Anse," he said gently. "It's all your own fault; you will be a tattle-tale."
Anson turned on him. "You mean sneak!" he gasped35, "you've been wearin' my Sunday clothes 'stead of your own, an' I didn't know it."
Billy nodded. "You see, Anse, I knowed that sooner or later you was bound to tell Ma, so I played safe, that's all."
Anson, still sniffling, finished his undressing. Billy nursed his knee in his hands and watched him. "'Course," he remarked, at length, "you'll be for tellin' Ma soon's she calms down a bit an' is ready to listen, but Anse I wouldn't do it if I was you."
"Well, you kin bet I jest will do it," promised Anson.
Billy stood up. "I'll tell you what I'm willin' to do, Anse," he suggested. "If you'll keep mum about this thing, I'll let you come duck-shootin' with me an' Maurice tomorrow."
Anson shook his head. "I don't want'a go duck-shootin'," he said. "I know jest what you fellers 'ud do; you'd get me in all the bog-holes an' make me carry your ducks. No sir, I'm goin' to tell Ma."
Billy tried further inducements. "I'll give you my new red tie an' celluloid collar," he offered.
"No!"
"Then," said Billy sorrowfully, turning toward the door, "I guess there's only one thing fer me to do."
"An' what's that?" asked Anse, apprehensively36.
"Go an' tell Croaker an' Ringdo the whole business, an' let that crow an' swamp-coon 'tend to you."
"Hold on, Bill, wait a minute," Anson quavered. "I've changed my mind, I'll take the tie an' collar an' call it square."
Billy turned and came back slowly to where he sat. "Anse," he said. "I ain't wantin' to see you witch-chased, so I'll jest give you the tie an' collar an' say not a word to Croaker er Ringdo; an' if you'll tell me somethin' I want'a know I'll let you sleep with my rabbit-foot charm underneath37 your piller."
"I want'a know all you know about them men that are workin' Hinter's borin' outfit40. Why ain't they ever seen outside that tall fence Scroggie's built 'round the derrick, an' why did he build that fence, anyways?"
Anson looked troubled. "Supposin' I don't know—" he began, but Billy shook his head.
"I happen to know you do know. 'Course you needn't tell, if you don't want to," he said. "You kin keep what you know to yourself an' take your chances with witches. I was jest givin' you a last chance, that's all."
He turned once more to the door but Anson jumped up and caught him by the arm. "Bill," he gasped. "I don't know why Hinter built that fence, cross my heart, I don't. But I'll tell you all I know about the men who're runnin' the rig. I been workin' fer the tool-dresser after school, fer a quarter a night. I've heard quite a lot o' talk among them fellers. Blamed if I could make head er tail of most of it but they mentioned a feller by the name of Jacobs an' they seem plumb41 scared to death of him. Funny, too, 'cause he's never been 'round there a'tall. Nobody ever comes there but Hinter."
"How do you mean they seem scared of Jacobs?"
"I kin tell by what they say. One night I heard the big feller, named Tom, say to Jack42, the other man: 'If we don't strike the stuff Jacobs is done fer, an' both of us'll go with him.' An' the one named Jack he swore at him an' says: 'Shut your trap, Tom. One of these days Jacobs is goin' to hear you blattin'; then you're goin' to take a trip sooner than you expected.'"
Billy stood frowning. "Say, maybe Jacobs is the feller that fires the boilers43 that runs the windlass," he hazarded.
"Nope, that man's name's Sanderson. He don't have anythin' to do with the drillers. Nope, Bill, Jacobs hain't never been seen, but I'm dead sure he's the boss of the outfit."
"All right, Anse. You kin learn a lot more by keepin' your ears an' eyes open. Whatever you see an' hear, you're to tell me, see?"
Anson nodded.
But when Billy, dressed in his own suit, descended44 the stairs to peer cautiously out, it was to find the room deserted45. Mrs. Wilson's voice, high-pitched and excited, came from the back yard.
"Willium! oh Willium!" she was calling.
With a bound he was outside and over beside her. She sat on the block beneath the hop-vine, her face in her apron46. She was rocking to and fro and sobbing47.
"Ma," cried Billy, "whatever is the matter?"
"Oh Willium," she cried, "my heart is breakin'. Oh to think how I misjedged him!"
Billy's eyes opened wide. "Misjedged him?" he repeated.
"Oh the poor little dear! the poor little dear!" she wailed48. "Me hatin' him like I did, and him doin' all he has fer me. Oh, Willium, I do feel so 'shamed, an' mean; I do so!"
Billy stared at his mother in amazement. "Jest what has Anse ever did fer you, Ma?" he asked wonderingly.
"Anse!" she snorted. "Who's talkin' about Anse? It's Croaker I mean. Look here what that darlin' crow brought me jest a few minutes ago."
She opened her hand. In it lay a shining twenty-dollar gold piece. Billy's mouth fell open in astonishment49.
"Croaker brought you that?" he gasped. "Well, I'll be shot!" Billy stood up and gazed about him. "Where's Croaker now?" he asked.
"I dunno. He jest laughed an' sailed away ag'in. I don't know where he got it but I do know good gold when I see it, Willium. Twenty dollars! Ain't it splendid?"
"It sure is, but I can't help wonderin' where Croaker found it. Maybe you wouldn't mind lettin' me off Sunday School today, Ma," he suggested, "so's I kin trail off an' find that Croaker. Any crow that kin pick up gold pieces that way is worth watchin'. Kin I go look fer him, Ma?"
Mrs. Wilson, at this particular moment, was in the mood to grant almost any request. "Why Willium," she said eagerly, "go seek him and bring him back home. Never ag'in will I wish him dead, poor little feller. But," she added as though realizing that her softened50 mood had carried her a little too far, "you see you get back here in time for supper er I'm liable to tan you good."
Billy waited for no more. He was up and away like a shot. Mrs. Wilson, clutching her gold piece in one hand and brushing back her deranged51 hair with the other, went back into the house.
Anson, striving to keep his head above a shiny collar, about which was twisted a flaming red tie, was just issuing from the stairs. His mother opened her hand to display her gold piece, then closed it again. "You go right back upstairs and take off Willium's collar and tie," she commanded.
"It's my own collar an' tie," Anson declared, "Bill give it to me."
"Humph! That's jest like him, but why he should give you his best tie and collar is beyond me. Do you think you deserve any gifts from your brother after what you done to him? It jest goes to show you what a real good heart that boy has. I declare, Anson, I do wish you was more like him. Now you get your hair combed and your hat brushed and get away to Sunday School."
"Yes, Ma'am; ain't you agoin', Ma?"
"I'll be long shortly; don't you wait fer me."
"But where's Bill? Ain't he agoin?"
"No, he ain't agoin'; and now, not another of your fool questions. Slick your hair down and go at once. Do you hear me?"
Anson proceeded to obey orders without another word. As he picked up his hat and turned to the door, Mrs. Wilson opened her hand and held out the gold piece.
"Croaker found that and brought it to me," she said, proudly.
"Don't you have nuthin' to do with it, Ma!" he cried. "That Croaker's a witch crow, that's what he is! He's tryin' to tempt53 you with gold!"
Mrs. Wilson stood, the picture of amazement. "Have you gone stark54 and ravin' crazy, Anson?" she asked sternly. Then, anger mastering her, she reached for the broom standing in the corner. Anson promptly made his escape, but as he passed the open window, he gazed wildly in at his mother and cried again: "Don't you have nuthin' to do with that gold, Ma. If you do we'll all get burnt up in our beds, er get clawed to tatters!"
Mrs. Wilson sank down on a chair. "Willium's right," she sighed. "Anson's mind is gettin' a little unbalanced. I'll have to put him on diet and feed him slippery-elm bark and alloways."
Sighing dolefully she arose, placed her treasured gold piece in the clock for safe keeping, and tying on her bonnet55, left the house. She walked hurriedly down the path, thinking that perhaps she might be late for the opening hymn56. As she was about to open the gate, a slender, sprightly57 old gentleman, dressed in long frock coat, stepped out from the trees bordering the road, and gravely lifting his shiny hat, bowed low, and said: "Your pardon, ma'am, I'm axin; but if ye'll permit me."
"Faith and who else ma'am," replied Harry. "The ould burrud wid new feathers is ut. Faith ut's manny a year since I laid these duds carefully by, thinkin' I'd be wearin' 'em niver ag'in until a day whin I'd not be knowin' ut. But, Mistress Wilson, ma'am, ut's other thoughts have been mine since I quit the dhrink. Pl'ase God but duty is iver clearer wid clearer understandin' and so ut is. Some day afore I die I'll glimpse me own skies and smell the burnin' peat, and if that is to be mine thin must I live me life clane here and do me duty like an Irishman av birth. So, ma'am, it's off I am to visit the holy Father at Palmyria."
Mrs. Wilson held out her hand. "Harry O'Dule," she said, her voice unsteady, "I always knowed you had the makin's of a man in you. I'm gladder than I kin say."
Harry bowed low. Mrs. Wilson passed through the gate, beaming commendation on him from misty eyes. He closed the gate slowly, his clean shaven, wrinkled face working. He stood and watched her until the bend in the road hid her. Then, placing his tall hat jauntily59 on his grizzled locks, he turned and walked smartly in the opposite direction.
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blots
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misty
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cadence
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amazement
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costliest
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longing
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sobbing
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astonishment
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bonnet
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hymn
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