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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: A Cousin's Conspiracy + A Boy's Struggle for an Inheritance + +Author: Horatio Alger + +Release Date: August 16, 2008 [EBook #26630] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A COUSIN'S CONSPIRACY *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Roger Frank and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/cover.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 402px; height: 504px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style='font-size:1.4em;'>A COUSIN’S CONSPIRACY</p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/frontis.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 363px; height: 541px;' /><br /> +<p class='caption' style='margin: 0 auto; text-align:center;width: 363px;'> +“Saving the Indian boy from drowning.” (Page 102)<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style='font-size:2em; margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:0.5em;'>A COUSIN’S CONSPIRACY</p> +<p>OR</p> +<p style='font-size:1.2em; margin-bottom:2em;'>A BOY’S STRUGGLE FOR AN INHERITANCE</p> +<p>BY</p> +<p style='font-size:1.4em; margin-bottom:2em;'>HORATIO ALGER, <span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Jr</span>.</p> +<p style='font-size:0.8em;'>Author of</p> +<p style='font-size:0.8em;'>“<span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Herbert Carter’s Legacy</span>,” “<span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Young Salesman</span>,”</p> +<p style='font-size:0.8em;'>“<span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Paul the Peddler</span>,” “<span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Phil the Fiddler</span>”</p> +</div> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-emb.png' alt='' title='' /><br /> +</div> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style='font-size:0.8em; margin-top:0em; margin-bottom:3em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Made in</span> U. S. A.</p> +<p style='font-size:1.2em;'>M. A. DONOHUE & COMPANY</p> +<p>CHICAGO :: NEW YORK</p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_5' name='page_5'></a>5</span></div> +<div class='ce'> +<p style='font-size:1.4em;'>A COUSIN’S CONSPIRACY</p> +</div> + +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 0em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='I_IN_A_LONELY_CABIN' id='I_IN_A_LONELY_CABIN'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER I</h2> +<h3>IN A LONELY CABIN</h3> +</div> + +<p>On the edge of a prairie, in western Iowa, thirty years +ago, stood a cabin, covering quite a little ground, but +only one story high. It was humble enough, but not +more so than the early homes of some who have become +great.</p> +<p>The furniture was limited to articles of prime necessity. +There was a stove, a table, three chairs, a row of +shelves containing a few articles of crockery and tinware, +and a bed in the far corner of the room, on which rested +a man with ragged gray beard and hair, a face long and +thin, and coal-black eyes.</p> +<p>It was evident he was sick unto death. His parchment-colored +skin was wrinkled; from time to time he coughed +so violently as to rack his slight frame, and his hand, +thin and wrinkled, as it rested on the quilt that covered +him, shook as with palsy.</p> +<p>It was hard to tell how old the man was. He looked +over seventy, but there were indications that he had aged +prematurely.</p> +<p>There was one other person in the room whose appearance +contrasted strongly with that of the old man—a boy +of sixteen, with brown hair, ruddy cheeks, hazel eyes, an +attractive yet firm and resolute face, and an appearance +of manliness and self-reliance. He was well dressed, and +would have passed muster upon the streets of a city. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_6' name='page_6'></a>6</span></p> +<p>“How do you feel, Uncle Peter?” he asked as he stood +by the bedside.</p> +<p>“I shall never feel better, Ernest,” said the old man +in a hollow voice.</p> +<p>“Don’t say that, uncle,” said Ernest in a tone of concern.</p> +<p>There seemed little to connect him in his strong, attractive +boyhood with the frail old man, but they had +lived together for five years, and habit was powerful.</p> +<p>“Yes, Ernest, I shall never rise from this bed.”</p> +<p>“Isn’t there anything I can get for you, uncle?”</p> +<p>“Is there—is there anything left in the bottle?” asked +Peter wistfully.</p> +<p>Ernest walked to the shelf that held the dishes, and +took from a corner a large black bottle. It seemed light, +and might be empty. He turned the contents into a glass, +but there was only a tablespoonful of whisky.</p> +<p>“It is almost all gone, Uncle Peter; will you have this +much?”</p> +<p>“Yes,” answered the old man tremulously.</p> +<p>Ernest lifted the invalid into a sitting posture, and put +the glass to his mouth.</p> +<p>He drained it, and gave a sigh of satisfaction.</p> +<p>“It is good,” he said briefly.</p> +<p>“I wish there were more.”</p> +<p>“It goes to the right spot. It puts strength into me.”</p> +<p>“Shall I go to the village and buy more?”</p> +<p>“I—I don’t know——”</p> +<p>“I can get back very soon.”</p> +<p>“Very well; go, like a good boy.”</p> +<p>“I shall have to trouble you for some money, Uncle +Peter.”</p> +<p>“Go to the trunk. You will find some.”</p> +<p>There was a small hair trunk in another corner. Ernest +knew that this was meant, and he lifted the lid.</p> +<p>There was a small wooden box at the left-hand side. +Opening this, Ernest saw three five-dollar gold pieces.</p> +<p>“There are but three gold pieces, uncle,” he announced, +looking toward the bed. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_7' name='page_7'></a>7</span></p> +<p>“Take one of them, Ernest.”</p> +<p>“I wonder if that is all the money he has left?” +thought Ernest.</p> +<p>He rose and went to the door.</p> +<p>“I won’t be gone long, uncle,” he said. He followed +a path which led from the door in an easterly direction to +the village. It was over a mile away, and consisted of a +few scattering houses, a blacksmith’s shop and a store.</p> +<p>It was to the store that Ernest bent his steps. It was a +one-story structure, as were most of the buildings in the +village. There was a sign over the door which read:</p> +<div class='ce'> +<p>JOE MARKS,</p> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Groceries and Family Supplies</span>.</p> +</div> + +<p>Joe stood behind the counter; there were two other men +in the store, one tall, gaunt, of the average Western type, +with a broad-brimmed soft felt hat on his head and the +costume of a hunter; he looked rough, but honest and reliable, +that was more than could be said of the other. He +may best be described as a tramp, a man who looked +averse to labor of any kind, a man without a settled business +or home, who cared less for food than drink, and +whose mottled face indicated frequent potations of whisky.</p> +<p>Ernest looked at this man as he entered. He didn’t remember +to have met him before, nor was there anything +to attract him in his appearance.</p> +<p>“How are you, Ernest?” said Joe Marks cordially. +“How’s Uncle Peter?”</p> +<p>“He’s pretty bad, Joe. He thinks he’s going to die.”</p> +<p>“Not so bad as that, surely?”</p> +<p>“Yes, I guess he’s right. He’s very weak.”</p> +<p>“Well, he’s a good age. How old is he?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know. He never told me.”</p> +<p>“He’s well on to seventy, I’m thinking. But what can +I do for you?”</p> +<p>“You may fill this bottle; Uncle Peter is weak, he +thinks it will put new life in him.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_8' name='page_8'></a>8</span></p> +<p>“So it will, Ernest; there’s nothing like good whisky +to make an old man strong, or a young man, for that +matter.”</p> +<p>It is easy to see that Joe did not believe in total abstinence.</p> +<p>“I don’t drink myself!” said Ernest, replying to the +last part of Joe’s remark.</p> +<p>“There’s nothing like whisky,” remarked the tramp in +a hoarse voice.</p> +<p>“You’ve drunk your share, I’m thinking,” said Luke +Robbins, the tall hunter.</p> +<p>“Not yet,” returned the tramp. “I haven’t had my +share yet. There’s lots of people that has drunk more’n +me.”</p> +<p>“Why haven’t you drunk your share? You hadn’t no +objections, I reckon?”</p> +<p>“I hadn’t the money,” said the tramp sadly. “I’ve +never had much money. I ain’t lucky.”</p> +<p>“If you had more money, you might not be living +now. You’d have drunk yourself to death.”</p> +<p>“If I ever do commit suicide, that’s the way I’d like to +die,” said the tramp.</p> +<p>Joe filled the bottle from a keg behind the counter and +handed it to Ernest. The aroma of the whisky was diffused +about the store, and the tramp sniffed it eagerly. +It stimulated his desire to indulge his craving for drink. +As Ernest, with the bottle in his hand, prepared to leave, +the tramp addressed him.</p> +<p>“Say, young feller, ain’t you goin’ to shout?”</p> +<p>“What do you mean?”</p> +<p>“Ain’t you goin’ to treat me and this gentleman?” +indicating Luke Robbins.</p> +<p>“No,” answered Ernest shortly. “I don’t buy it as +drink, but as medicine.”</p> +<p>“I need medicine,” urged the tramp, with a smile.</p> +<p>“I don’t,” said the hunter. “Don’t you bother about +us, my boy. If we want whisky we can buy it ourselves.”</p> +<p>“I can’t,” whined the tramp. “If I had as much +money as you”—for he had noticed that Ernest had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9' name='page_9'></a>9</span> +changed a gold piece—“I’d be happy, but I’m out of +luck.”</p> +<p>Ernest paid no attention to his words, but left the store +and struck the path homeward.</p> +<p>“What’s that boy?” asked the tramp.</p> +<p>“It’s Ernest Ray.”</p> +<p>“Where’d he get that gold?”</p> +<p>“He lives with his uncle, a mile from the village.”</p> +<p>“Is his uncle rich?”</p> +<p>“Folks think so. They call him a miser.”</p> +<p>“Is he goin’ to die?”</p> +<p>“That’s what the boy says.”</p> +<p>“And the boy’ll get all his money?”</p> +<p>“It’s likely.”</p> +<p>“I’d like to be his guardian.”</p> +<p>Joe and Luke Robbins laughed.</p> +<p>“You’d make a pretty guardian,” said Luke.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='II_UNCLE_PETER_S_REVELATION' id='II_UNCLE_PETER_S_REVELATION'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> +<h3>UNCLE PETER’S REVELATION</h3> +</div> + +<p>Ernest went direct to his home, for he knew his uncle +would be waiting for him.</p> +<p>The old man’s eyes were closed, but he opened them +when Ernest entered.</p> +<p>“Was I gone long?” asked the boy.</p> +<p>“I don’t know. I think I fell asleep.”</p> +<p>“Shall I give you some of the drink?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>He drank a small amount, and it seemed to brighten +him up. “You look better, Uncle Peter. You may live +some time.”</p> +<p>Peter shook his head.</p> +<p>“No, boy,” he replied; “my time has come to die. I +know it. I would like to live for your sake. You will +miss me when I am gone, Ernest?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_10' name='page_10'></a>10</span></p> +<p>“Yes, uncle, I shall miss you very much.”</p> +<p>The old man seemed gratified. Ernest was the only +one he cared for in all the world.</p> +<p>“I don’t care so much about dying, but I am anxious +for you. I wish I had money to leave you, Ernest, but I +haven’t much.”</p> +<p>“I am young and strong. I can get along.”</p> +<p>“I hope so. You will go away from here?”</p> +<p>“Yes, uncle. I don’t think I shall care to stay here +after you are gone.”</p> +<p>“You will need money to take you away.”</p> +<p>“There is a little more in the trunk.”</p> +<p>“But only a little. It is not quite all I have. I have +a hundred dollars in gold laid away for you.”</p> +<p>Ernest looked surprised.</p> +<p>“I must tell you where it is while I still have life. Do +you remember the oak tree on the little knoll half a mile +away?”</p> +<p>“Yes, I know it.”</p> +<p>“Dig under that tree five feet in a westerly direction. +There is a wooden box about a foot below the surface. +There’s nothing to mark the spot, for it was buried a year +since, and the grass has grown over it. After I am gone +go there and get the money, but don’t let anyone see you. +It will be best to go at night. There are evil-disposed +men who would rob you of it. I am sorry it is so little, +Ernest.”</p> +<p>“But it seems to me a good deal.”</p> +<p>“To a boy it may seem so. Once I thought I might +have a good deal more to leave you. Go to the trunk +and search till you find a paper folded in an envelope +with your name.”</p> +<p>Ernest went to the trunk. He found the envelope +readily, and held it up.</p> +<p>“Is that it, uncle?”</p> +<p>“Yes. Put it in your pocket, and read it after I am +gone. Then be guided by circumstances. It may amount +to something hereafter.”</p> +<p>“Very well, uncle.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11' name='page_11'></a>11</span></p> +<p>“I have told you, Ernest, that I do not expect to live +long. I have a feeling that twenty-four hours from now +I shall be gone.”</p> +<p>“Oh, no, uncle, not so soon!” exclaimed Ernest in a +shocked tone.</p> +<p>“Yes, I think so. If you have any questions to ask +me while I yet have life, ask, for it is your right.”</p> +<p>“Yes, Uncle Peter, I have long wished to know something +about myself. Have I any relatives except you?”</p> +<p>“I am not your relative,” answered the old man slowly.</p> +<p>“Are you not my uncle?” he asked.</p> +<p>“No; there is no tie of blood between us.”</p> +<p>“Then how does it happen that we have lived together +so many years?”</p> +<p>“I was a servant in your father’s family. When your +father died the care of you devolved upon me.”</p> +<p>“Where was I born?”</p> +<p>“In a large town in the western part of New York +State. Your grandfather was a man of wealth, but your +father incurred his displeasure by his marriage to a poor +but highly educated and refined girl. A cousin of your +father took advantage of this and succeeded in alienating +father and son. The estate that should have descended +to your father was left to the cousin.”</p> +<p>“Is he still living?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“But my father died?”</p> +<p>“Yes; he had a fever which quickly carried him off +when you were five years of age.”</p> +<p>“Was he very poor?”</p> +<p>“No; he inherited a few thousand dollars from an aunt, +and upon this he lived prudently, carrying on a small +business besides. Your mother died when you were three +years old, your father two years later.”</p> +<p>“And then you took care of me?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“And I have been a burden to you these many years!”</p> +<p>“No! Don’t give me too much credit. A sum of +money was put into my hands to spend for you. We lived +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_12' name='page_12'></a>12</span> +carefully, and it lasted. We have been here three years, +and it has cost very little to live in that time. The hundred +dollars of which I spoke to you are the last of your +inheritance. You are not indebted to me for it. It is +rightfully yours.”</p> +<p>“What is my uncle’s name?”</p> +<p>“Stephen Ray. He lives a few miles from Elmira on +the Erie Road.”</p> +<p>“And is he quite rich?”</p> +<p>“Yes; he is probably worth a quarter of a million dollars. +It is money which should have gone to your father.”</p> +<p>“Then the wicked are sometimes prospered in this +world?”</p> +<p>“Yes, but this world is not all.”</p> +<p>“Has there been any communication with my cousin in +all these years?”</p> +<p>“Yes; two years ago I wrote to him.”</p> +<p>“What did you write?”</p> +<p>“You must forgive me, Ernest, but I saw you growing +up without education, and I felt that you should have advantages +which I could not give you. I wrote to your +cousin, asking if he would pay your expenses in a preparatory +school and afterwards at college.”</p> +<p>“What did he reply?”</p> +<p>“Go to the trunk. You will find his letter there. It is +in the tray, and addressed to me.”</p> +<p>Ernest found it readily.</p> +<p>“May I read it?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Yes, I wish you to do so.”</p> +<p>It ran thus:</p> +<div class='blockquot'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Peter Brant—Sir:</span> I have received your letter making an appeal +to me in behalf of Ernest Ray, the son of my cousin. You wish me +to educate him. I must decline to do so. His father very much +incensed my revered uncle, and it is not right that any of his money +should go to him or his heirs. The son must reap the reward of the +father’s disobedience. So far as I am personally concerned, I should +not object to doing something for the boy, but I am sure that my +dead uncle would not approve it. Besides, I have myself a son to +whom I propose to leave the estate intact. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13' name='page_13'></a>13</span></p> +<p>It is my advice that you bring up the boy Ernest to some humble +employment, perhaps have him taught some trade by which he can +earn an honest living. It is not at all necessary that he should receive +a college education. You are living at the West. That is +well. He is favorably situated for a poor boy, and will have little +difficulty in earning a livelihood. I don’t care to have him associate +with my boy Clarence. They are cousins, it is true, but their +lots in life will be very different.</p> +<p>I do not care to communicate with you again.</p> +<div class='ra'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Stephen Ray.</span></p> +</div> + +</div> +<p>Ernest read this letter with flushed cheeks.</p> +<p>“I hate that man!” he said hotly, “even if he is a relative. +Peter, I am sorry you ever applied to him in my behalf.”</p> +<p>“I would not, Ernest, if I had understood what manner +of man he was.”</p> +<p>“I may meet him some time,” said Ernest thoughtfully.</p> +<p>“Would you claim relationship?”</p> +<p>“Never!” declared Ernest emphatically. “It was he, +you say, who prejudiced my grandfather against my +poor father.”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“In order to secure the estate himself?”</p> +<p>“Undoubtedly that was his object.”</p> +<p>“Nothing could be meaner. I would rather live poor +all my life than get property by such means.”</p> +<p>“If you have no more questions to ask, Ernest, I will +try to sleep. I feel drowsy.”</p> +<p>“Do so, Uncle Peter.”</p> +<p>The old man closed his eyes, and soon all was silent. +Ernest himself lay down on a small bed. When he awoke, +hours afterward, he lit a candle and went to Peter’s bedside.</p> +<p>The old man lay still. With quick suspicion Ernest +placed his hand on his cheek.</p> +<p>It was stone cold.</p> +<p>“He is dead!” cried Ernest, and a feeling of desolation +came over him.</p> +<p>“I am all alone now,” he murmured. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14' name='page_14'></a>14</span></p> +<p>But he was not wholly alone. There was a face glued +against the window-pane—a face that he did not see. It +was the tramp he had met during the day at the village +store.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='III_ROBBERY' id='III_ROBBERY'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> +<h3>ROBBERY</h3> +</div> + +<p>The tramp stood with his face glued to the pane, looking +in at the boy. He could not quite understand what +had taken place, but gathered that the old man was dead.</p> +<p>“So much the better!” he said. “It will make my task +easier.”</p> +<p>He had hoped to find both asleep, and decided to wait +near the house till the boy went to bed. He had made +many inquiries at the store of Joe Marks, and the answers +led him to believe that old Peter had a large amount +of money concealed in his cabin.</p> +<p>Now Tom Burns was a penniless tramp, who had wandered +from Chicago on a predatory trip, to take any +property he could lay his hands on. The chance that presented +itself here was tempting to a man of his character.</p> +<p>Earlier in the evening he had reached the cabin, but +thought it best to defer his work until later, for Ernest +was awake and stirring about the room.</p> +<p>The tramp withdrew from the cabin and lay down under +a tree, where he was soon fast asleep. Curiously it +was the very oak tree under which Peter’s little hoard was +concealed. This of course he did not know. Had he been +aware that directly beneath him was a box containing a +hundred dollars in gold he would have been electrified and +full of joy.</p> +<p>Tom Burns in his long and varied career had many +times slept in the open air, and he had no difficulty in falling +asleep now, and when he woke it was much later than +he intended. However, without delay, he made his way +to the cabin, and arrived just as Ernest discovered the +death of the old man whom he had supposed to be his +uncle. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15' name='page_15'></a>15</span></p> +<p>What time it was the tramp did not know, but as he +stood with his face glued to the window-pane he heard a +clock in the cabin striking the hour of three.</p> +<p>“Three o’clock,” he ejaculated. “Well, I did have a +nap!”</p> +<p>The boy was awake, and he thought it best to wait a +while.</p> +<p>“Why didn’t I get here a little sooner?” he grumbled. +“Then I could have ransacked the cabin without +trouble. Probably the old man has been dead some time.”</p> +<p>He watched to see what Ernest would do.</p> +<p>“He won’t be such a fool as to sit up with the corpse,” +he muttered a little apprehensively. “That wouldn’t do +no good.”</p> +<p>Apparently Ernest was of this opinion, for after carefully +covering up the inanimate body he lay down again +on his own bed.</p> +<p>He did not fall asleep immediately, for the thought +that he was in the presence of death naturally affected his +imagination. But gradually his eyes closed, and his full, +regular breathing gave notice that he was asleep.</p> +<p>He had left the candle burning on the table. By the +light which it afforded the tramp could watch him, and at +the end of twenty minutes he felt satisfied that he could +safely enter.</p> +<p>He lifted the window and passed into the room noiselessly. +He had one eye fixed on the sleeping boy, who +might suddenly awake. He had taken off his shoes and +left them on the grass just under the window.</p> +<p>When Tom Burns found himself in the room he made +his way at once to the trunk, which his watchful eye had +already discovered.</p> +<p>“That’s where the old man keeps his gold, likely,” he +muttered. “I hope it isn’t locked.”</p> +<p>Usually the trunk would have been fastened, but the +conversation which Ernest had with old Peter so engrossed +his mind as to make him less careful than usual. +Tom Burns therefore had no difficulty in lifting the lid.</p> +<p>With eager fingers he explored the contents, and was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16' name='page_16'></a>16</span> +not long in discovering the box which contained the two +gold coins.</p> +<p>The discovery pleased and yet disappointed him.</p> +<p>“Only ten dollars!” he muttered. “There ought to +have been a pile of these yellow boys. Perhaps there are +more somewhere.”</p> +<p>Meanwhile he slipped the two coins into his vest +pocket. It was not much, but it was more than he had +had in his possession for months.</p> +<p>He continued his search, but failed to discover any +more money. He felt indignant. That a miser should +have but a paltry ten dollars in his trunk was very discreditable.</p> +<p>“He must have some more somewhere,” Burns reflected.</p> +<p>It occurred to him that there might be hoards hidden +under the floor, or in the immediate neighborhood of the +cabin. But it was night, and there would be no profit in +pursuing the search now.</p> +<p>“To-morrow,” he reflected, “the boy will be off, making +preparations for buryin’ the old man, and then I can +make another visit.”</p> +<p>He closed the lid of the trunk, and with a general +glance to see if there was anything more worth taking +he rose to his feet and prepared to leave the room.</p> +<p>Just at this moment Ernest, who was probably dreaming +of the old man, spoke in his sleep.</p> +<p>“Uncle Peter,” he murmured.</p> +<p>The tramp stood still, apprehensive that Ernest would +open his eyes and detect his presence. But the boy did +not speak again.</p> +<p>“I had better get,” muttered Burns.</p> +<p>He got out of the window quietly, but as the boy +stirred again he hurried away without stopping to shut it.</p> +<p>When, a little after seven o’clock, Ernest woke up, the +sun was streaming in at the open window, and the cool +air entered with it.</p> +<p>“How came the window up?” thought Ernest, wondering. +“I am sure I didn’t leave it open last night.”</p> +<p>There was nothing else to indicate that the cabin had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17' name='page_17'></a>17</span> +been entered. But the more Ernest thought it over the +more convinced he was that there had been a visitor.</p> +<p>What could have been his motive?</p> +<p>With sudden suspicion he went to the trunk and +opened it. It was evident that things had been disturbed. +His eyes sought the box that contained the gold pieces. +He opened it, and found that he had been robbed.</p> +<p>“Who could have done it?” he asked himself.</p> +<p>He could not think of anyone. He was acquainted with +everyone in the village, and he knew none that would be +capable of theft. He never thought of the ill-looking +tramp he had met in Joe Marks’s store.</p> +<p>Ten dollars was a considerable loss to him, for he had +estimated that it would defray the expenses of old Peter’s +interment. It was not so bad as it might have been, for +the hundred dollars of which Peter had told him were still +safe.</p> +<p>“When I get that I must be careful,” he said to himself.</p> +<p>Though his rest had been disturbed, he felt ready to +get up. There was work for him to do. He must arrange +for the burial of the old man with whom he had +lived so long, the only friend he felt he could claim.</p> +<p>Ernest rose, and after dressing himself made a frugal +breakfast. He looked sadly at Peter. Death was to him +something new and strange, for he did not remember ever +having seen a dead man before. He must get help, and +with that object in view he went to the village, and sought +the store of Joe Marks.</p> +<p>“What brings you out so early, my lad?” asked Joe.</p> +<p>“Matter enough, Joe. My uncle is dead.”</p> +<p>He still called him uncle, though he knew now that +Peter was no kin to him.</p> +<p>“Old Peter dead!” ejaculated Marks. “When did he +die?”</p> +<p>“Some time during the night. I wish you’d help me, +for I don’t know what to do.”</p> +<p>“So I will, boy. We’ll stand by you, won’t we, Luke?”</p> +<p>This was said as Luke Robbins entered the store. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18' name='page_18'></a>18</span></p> +<p>“To be sure we will, Ernest. We all like you.”</p> +<p>“Oh, I forgot to say,” continued Ernest, “the cabin +was entered last night and some money taken.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='IV_ALONE_IN_THE_WORLD' id='IV_ALONE_IN_THE_WORLD'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> +<h3>ALONE IN THE WORLD</h3> +</div> + +<p>Joe Marks and Luke Robbins looked at each other in +amazement.</p> +<p>“Your cabin entered!” exclaimed Joe. “What do +you say to that, Luke?”</p> +<p>“I did not know there were any thieves round here,” +answered Luke. “What was taken?”</p> +<p>“An old trunk was opened—I carelessly left it unlocked—and +two five-dollar gold pieces were stolen out of +it. At any rate, I couldn’t find them this morning.”</p> +<p>“Two five-dollar gold pieces?” said Joe quickly. +“Then I know who took them.”</p> +<p>“What do you mean, Joe?” said Luke. “Out with +it!”</p> +<p>“You know that tramp who was here yesterday, +Luke?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“He came round an hour ago, and called for a glass of +whisky. ‘Where is your money?’ I asked. ‘I’ve got +plenty,’ he said. Then I called upon him to show it, and +he pulled out a five-dollar gold piece. Of course I was +surprised. ‘Where did you get it?’ I asked suspiciously. +‘Yesterday you said you had no money.’ ‘I had that,’ +he answered, ‘but I didn’t want to spend it. You see it +was a gift from my dyin’ mother, and I wanted to keep +it for her sake.’ With that he rolled up his eyes and +looked sanctimonious. Then I asked him how it happened +that he was ready to spend it now.”</p> +<p>“What did he say?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19' name='page_19'></a>19</span></p> +<p>“He said that he was so parched with thirst that he +felt obliged to do it.”</p> +<p>“Did you take his money?”</p> +<p>“No. I was short of change. You see I changed a +gold piece for the boy yesterday. Besides, I wasn’t sure +the piece was good, seeing who offered it.”</p> +<p>“Then he didn’t get his whisky?”</p> +<p>“No. He went away disappointed. I don’t doubt, +Ernest, that the gold piece was one of yours. How did +the fellow get in?”</p> +<p>“Through the window. I found it open when I woke +up.”</p> +<p>“You must have slept sound.”</p> +<p>“I did. I slept an hour later than I generally +do.”</p> +<p>“Was anything else taken?”</p> +<p>“Not that I could discover.”</p> +<p>“Do you mean to say that your uncle had but ten dollars?” +asked Joe incredulously.</p> +<p>“It was all he had in the trunk.”</p> +<p>“I always thought him a rich man.”</p> +<p>“He was not,” said Ernest quietly.</p> +<p>“Was that all the money he had? He had the reputation +of being a miser, with hoards of gold hidden in or +near the cabin.”</p> +<p>“I know of one sum of money he had concealed, but it +was not a large amount.”</p> +<p>“I’m glad you won’t be left penniless, lad; did he own +the cabin?” said Luke.</p> +<p>“Nobody owned it,” said Joe Marks. “It was built +years ago by a man who suddenly left it and went away, +nobody knew where. It wasn’t worth much, and no one +ever took the trouble to claim it. When your uncle came +here he found it empty and took possession of it, and +there he has lived ever since. So you’ll have some money, +Ernest?”</p> +<p>“Only a hundred dollars.”</p> +<p>“What will you do? What are your plans?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know. I haven’t had time to think.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20' name='page_20'></a>20</span></p> +<p>“I might find a place for you in the store. We +wouldn’t like to have you go away.”</p> +<p>“Thank you, Joe. You are very kind. But there’s +no chance for me around here. I’ll take the money and +go somewhere. But first I must see Uncle Peter buried. +Will you help me?”</p> +<p>“To be sure we will. Was he your only relation?”</p> +<p>“He was not my relation at all.”</p> +<p>“Why, you have always called him uncle.”</p> +<p>“I supposed him to be my uncle, but yesterday he told +me that he was only a servant in my father’s family, and +that on my father’s death he was placed in charge of +me.”</p> +<p>“I reckon that’s so. You didn’t favor the old man at +all. You look as if you came from better stock.”</p> +<p>“All the same I shall miss him,” said Ernest sadly. +“He was a good friend to me.”</p> +<p>“Did he tell you whether you had any kin?”</p> +<p>“Yes; I have a cousin of my father’s living in New +York State. He is a rich man. He inherited the property +that ought to have gone to my father.”</p> +<p>“How did that happen?”</p> +<p>“He prejudiced my grandfather against my father, +and so the estate was willed to him.”</p> +<p>“The mean scoundrel!” exclaimed Luke indignantly. +“I’d like to have him in my hands for a few minutes; I’d +give him a lesson.”</p> +<p>“I should pity him if ever you got hold of him, Luke,” +said Joe Marks. “But we must consider what we can do +for the boy.”</p> +<p>“I wish we could get hold of that thief of a tramp!”</p> +<p>“Probably we shall. He’ll find his way back here +sooner or later.”</p> +<p>But the burial of Peter Brant was the first consideration. +No undertaker was called, for in that small settlement +one would not have been supported. The ceremonies +of death were few and simple. A wooden box +was put together, and Peter was placed in it, dressed as +he was at the time of his death. There was an itinerant +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21' name='page_21'></a>21</span> +minister who preached in the village once in four weeks, +but he was away now, and so there could be no religious +ceremony beyond reading a chapter from the New Testament. +Joe Marks, who had received a decent education, +officiated as reader. Then the interment took place. In +the forenoon of the second day Peter’s body was laid +away, and Ernest was left practically alone in the world.</p> +<p>Meanwhile some account must be given of Tom Burns, +the tramp.</p> +<p>When he found it impossible to obtain whisky with +the gold he had stolen he felt very despondent. His craving +became intolerable. He felt that he had been decidedly +ill used. What was the use of money unless it +could be converted into what his soul desired? But there +was no way of changing the coin except at the store of +Joe Marks. To ask any of the villagers would only have +excited suspicion. Besides, the tramp felt sure that +Ernest would soon discover that he had been robbed. He +would naturally be suspected, especially as Joe Marks +had knowledge of a gold piece being in his possession.</p> +<p>There was a small settlement about five miles off called +Daneboro. It was probably the nearest place where he +could get a glass of whisky. He must walk there. It +was not a pleasant prospect, for the tramp was lazy and +not fond of walking. Still, it seemed to be a necessity, +and when he left the store of Joe Marks he set out for +Daneboro.</p> +<p>Thirst was not the only trouble with Tom Burns. He +had not eaten anything for about twenty-four hours, and +his neglected stomach rebelled. He tightened a girdle +about his waist and walked on. He had perhaps gone +two miles when he came to a cabin. A woman stood in +the doorway.</p> +<p>“My good lady,” said Tom, putting on a pitiful expression, +“I am a very unfortunate man.”</p> +<p>“Are you?” said the woman, scanning him critically. +“You look like a tramp.”</p> +<p>“I do, madam, yet I was once a thriving merchant.”</p> +<p>“You don’t look like it.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22' name='page_22'></a>22</span></p> +<p>“I don’t; I acknowledge it.”</p> +<p>“How did you lose your property, if you ever had +any?”</p> +<p>“By signin’ notes for my brother. It swept off all +my possessions.”</p> +<p>“Then I pity you. That’s the way my man lost five +hundred dollars, nearly all he had. What can I do for +you?”</p> +<p>“Madam, I am hungry—very hungry.”</p> +<p>“Set right down on the settee, and I’ll give you what’s +left of our breakfast.”</p> +<p>Tom Burns obeyed with alacrity.</p> +<p>A plate of cold bacon, a cold potato and some corn +bread were placed before him, and he ate them voraciously. +There had been times in his life when he would have +turned up his nose at such fare, but not now.</p> +<p>“My good lady,” he said, “you have saved my life.”</p> +<p>“Well, you must ’a’ been hungry,” said the woman. +“A man that’ll eat cold vittles, especially cold potato, +ain’t shammin’.”</p> +<p>“I wish I had money to offer you——”</p> +<p>“Oh, never mind that; you’re welcome. Can I do anything +more for you?”</p> +<p>“I feel sick, and sometimes, though I am a temperance +man, I take whisky for my health, if you had just a +sup——”</p> +<p>“Well, we haven’t any, and if we had I wouldn’t give +you any.”</p> +<p>“You misjudge me, madam. You must not think I +am a drinker.”</p> +<p>“It’s no matter what I think. You can’t get any +whisky here.”</p> +<p>At Daneboro Tom fared better. He changed his gold +piece, drank a pint of whisky, and the next day retraced +his steps to old Peter’s cabin. He felt satisfied that +somewhere near the cabin there was treasure concealed.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='V_BURNS_RETURNS' id='V_BURNS_RETURNS'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23' name='page_23'></a>23</span> +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> +<h3>BURNS RETURNS</h3> +</div> + +<p>When Peter Brant was laid away under a tree not far +from the cabin where he had ended his days Ernest felt +that he was at liberty to begin the new life that lay before +him. Despite the natural sadness which he felt at +parting with his old friend, he looked forward not without +pleasant anticipations to the future and what it might +have in store for him.</p> +<p>Oak Forks had few attractions for him. He had a literary +taste, but could not get books. Peter Brant had +about a dozen volumes, none of which he had read himself, +but Ernest had read them over and over again. +None of the neighbors owned any books. Occasionally a +newspaper found its way into the settlement, and this, +when it came into Ernest’s hands, was read, advertisements +and all.</p> +<p>How, then, was his time passed? Partly in hunting, +partly in fishing—for there was a small river two miles +away—but one could not fish or hunt all the time. He +had often felt a vague yearning to go to Chicago or New +York, or anywhere where there would be a broader field +and large opportunities, and he had broached the subject +to Peter.</p> +<p>“I can’t afford to go, Ernest,” the old man would reply. +“I must live on the little I have, for I am too old +to work.”</p> +<p>“But I am young. I can work,” the boy would answer.</p> +<p>“A boy like you couldn’t earn much. Wait till I am +dead, and then you can go where you like.”</p> +<p>This would always close the discussion, for Ernest did +not like to consider such a possibility. Peter represented +his world, for he had no one to cling to except the man +whom he supposed to be his uncle. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24' name='page_24'></a>24</span></p> +<p>Now, however, the time had come when he could go forth +and enter upon a career. Accordingly he declined Joe +Marks’ offer to take him into the store. He understood +very well that it was only meant in kindness, and that +he was not really needed.</p> +<p>“You don’t need me, Joe,” he said. “You are +very kind, but there must be real work for me somewhere.”</p> +<p>“Well, my lad, I won’t stand in your way, but I’ve +known you a long time, and I shall hate to lose sight of +you.”</p> +<p>“I’ll came back some day, Joe—that is if I am prosperous +and can.”</p> +<p>“If you are not prosperous, if you fall sick and need +a home and a friend, come back then. Don’t forget your +old friend Joe Marks.”</p> +<p>“I won’t, Joe,” said Ernest heartily.</p> +<p>“You’ve got another friend here, Ernest,” added Luke +Robbins. “I’m a poor man, and my friendship isn’t +worth much, but you have it, all the same.”</p> +<p>Ernest grasped the hands of both. He felt that each +was a friend worth having.</p> +<p>“You may be sure that I won’t forget either of you,” +he said.</p> +<p>“When do you expect to go, Ernest, and where?” +asked Joe Marks.</p> +<p>“I shall get away to-morrow, I think, but where I shall +go I can’t tell yet.”</p> +<p>“Do you need any money?”</p> +<p>“No; my uncle left me some.”</p> +<p>Ernest had not yet secured the gold, but he knew exactly +where it was, and now that all his business was ended he +felt that it was time to possess himself of it. Accordingly, +he took a spade from the house, and bent his steps in the +direction of the old oak tree.</p> +<p>He went alone, for he thought it best not to take anyone +into his confidence.</p> +<p>Arrived at the tree, Ernest measured off five feet in the +direction mentioned by Peter and began to dig. It did +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25' name='page_25'></a>25</span> +not take him long to reach the box, for it was only a foot +beneath the surface of the ground.</p> +<p>It proved to be a cigar box, for Peter was fond of +smoking, though he usually smoked a pipe. Ernest lifted +the lid, and saw a small roll inclosed in brown wrapping +paper, which on being removed revealed twenty five-dollar +gold pieces. He regarded them with satisfaction, for they +afforded him the means of leaving Oak Forks and going +into the great world which he had such a curiosity to +enter.</p> +<p>Hidden behind a tree only a few feet away was Tom +Burns, the tramp and vagabond.</p> +<p>He had come from Daneboro, and was prowling round +the neighborhood searching for old Peter’s hidden treasure. +He had deliberated as to whether the cabin or the fields +was the more likely place to have been selected. He had +nothing in particular to guide him. He did not, however, +venture to approach the house just yet, as it would +probably be occupied by Ernest.</p> +<p>“I wish I knowed where the old man hid his boodle,” +muttered Tom. “I can’t dig all over.”</p> +<p>In fact, digging was not in Tom’s line. It was too +much like work, and if there was anything to which Tom +was bitterly opposed it was work of any kind.</p> +<p>“The boy must know. Likely the old man told him,” +he finally concluded. “I’ll watch the boy.”</p> +<p>He therefore lost no time in prowling around the cabin, +with the especial object of watching Ernest’s movements. +He was especially favored, as he thought, when from a +distance he saw Ernest leaving the cabin with the spade +in his hand.</p> +<p>The tramp’s heart was filled with joy.</p> +<p>“He is going to dig for the treasure,” he said. “I’ll +keep him in sight.”</p> +<p>Tom Burns had no difficulty in doing this, for Ernest +bent his steps in his direction.</p> +<p>“I hope he won’t discover me,” thought Burns; “at +any rate not till I find out where he’s going to dig.”</p> +<p>All things seemed to favor the tramp. Ernest stopped +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26' name='page_26'></a>26</span> +when he came to the oak tree, and it was evident that +this was the spot of which he was in search.</p> +<p>“Why, that’s where I was lyin’ the other night!” +thought Burns. “If I had only knowed! Why, the gold +was right under me all the time.”</p> +<p>He watched with eagerness while Ernest was digging. +He no longer doubted that this was the place where the +gold was hidden. Ernest could have no other object in +digging in this place.</p> +<p>“I wonder how much there is,” thought Burns. +“There ought to be as much as a thousand dollars. Perhaps +there’s two or three. But even if there is only a +thousand it will set me on my feet. I’ll soon get out of +this neighborhood. I’ll go to Chicago or New York, and +I’ll live in clover. I’ll make up for lost time.”</p> +<p>When Ernest found the roll of coins, and taking them +out put them in his pocket, he was not disappointed, for +he knew what to expect, but Tom Burns was in dismay.</p> +<p>“Only a hundred dollars!” he thought. “What’s a +hundred dollars? The old man ought to be ashamed of +himself!”</p> +<p>However, one thing was certain. A hundred dollars +was better than nothing. It would take him to Chicago +and enable him to live in comfort for a while. Besides, +he might multiply it many times at the gaming table, for +Tom Burns had been a gambler in his day. He certainly +did not propose to disdain the sum which fortune had +placed in his way because it was so small.</p> +<p>Ernest put the gold pieces in his pocket and turned +to go back to the cabin, when a voice reached him.</p> +<p>“Look here, boy, I’ll trouble you to hand over that +money!”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VI_A_FRIEND_IN_NEED' id='VI_A_FRIEND_IN_NEED'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27' name='page_27'></a>27</span> +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> +<h3>A FRIEND IN NEED</h3> +</div> + +<p>Ernest turned and regarded the tramp in amazement.</p> +<p>“What do you mean?” he demanded.</p> +<p>“I want that money you just dug up,” replied Tom +Burns boldly.</p> +<p>Instantly Ernest comprehended his danger. He was a +stout boy, but the tramp was a large man, weighing probably +fifty pounds more than himself. The boy felt that +in strength he was no match for the thief who confronted +him.</p> +<p>Yet he could not bear the thought of allowing himself +to be robbed. Left penniless, how could he carry out the +plans which he had in view? He tried to gain time.</p> +<p>“Do you want to rob me?” he asked.</p> +<p>“I have just as much right to that money as you,” +said the tramp.</p> +<p>“How do you make that out?”</p> +<p>“The man who put it there owed me money.”</p> +<p>“Do you think I am a fool, to believe that ridiculous +story?”</p> +<p>“You’d better be careful how you talk!” said Burns, +menacingly.</p> +<p>“Then all I can say is that you have told a falsehood. +You are the man, I suppose, who entered our cabin at +night and stole money out of a trunk.”</p> +<p>“I don’t know anything about your trunk!” said +Burns. “But I have no time to talk; I want that +money!”</p> +<p>Ernest looked about him, hoping to see some one to +whom he could appeal for help, but no one appeared in +sight. Next he looked at the tramp, to note if he were +armed. To his relief, Burns did not appear to have any +weapon with him.</p> +<p>“I won’t give up the money to a thief!” he said boldly. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28' name='page_28'></a>28</span></p> +<p>As he spoke he turned and ran as fast as he was able.</p> +<p>Winged with fear of losing his gold, Ernest flew rather +than ran, not heeding the direction he was taking. The +tramp accepted the challenge and put forth his utmost +speed in the hope of overtaking him.</p> +<p>“You’ll pay for this, boy!” he growled.</p> +<p>But Ernest did not mean to be caught. Being a fast +runner for a boy of his size, he bade fair to outdistance +his pursuer. But directly in his path was an excavation +of considerable size and depth. Ernest paused on the +brink to consider whether to descend the sloping sides or +to go round it. The delay was fatal. The tramp saw +his advantage, and pushing forward seized him by the +collar.</p> +<p>“I’ve caught you!” he cried triumphantly. “Now +give me the money!”</p> +<p>There was a brief struggle, but a boy, even a strong +boy, was no match for a man taller and heavier than himself. +The gold pieces were snatched from him, and the +tramp, releasing his hold, was about to make off in triumph +when he found himself seized in turn.</p> +<p>“Why, you contemptible thief!” exclaimed Luke Robbins—for +it was he whose opportune coming had saved +Ernest from being plundered. “Are you trying to rob +the boy?”</p> +<p>He seized the tramp by the collar, forced him to give +up the gold he had just snatched from Ernest and flung +him on his back.</p> +<p>The tramp’s surprise deepened to dismay when, looking +up, he saw the stalwart hunter with stern face looking +down upon him.</p> +<p>“It was my money,” he whined.</p> +<p>“Your money, you owdacious liar! Don’t tell me that +or I’ll treat you worse!”</p> +<p>“But it was. I had hidden it under a tree. I came +along just as the boy dug it up. I told him to give it +to me, for it was mine, but he wouldn’t, and then I chased +him.”</p> +<p>“What’s the truth of the matter, Ernest?” asked Luke. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29' name='page_29'></a>29</span></p> +<p>“It was money that Peter Brant had hidden away. +He told me on his death-bed where to look for it.”</p> +<p>“I thought it was Peter’s.”</p> +<p>“I had just dug it up and put it in my pocket when +this man came along. He ordered me to give it to +him.”</p> +<p>“Did he say he hid it there?”</p> +<p>“No. He said that Peter owed him money, and he +wanted it.”</p> +<p>“You appear to be a very ingenious liar,” remarked +Luke, turning to the tramp. “Which of these stories +do you want me to believe?”</p> +<p>“I hid it there!” said the tramp doggedly.</p> +<p>“Then why did you tell the boy that Peter owed you +money?”</p> +<p>“Because I didn’t think he would believe that I hid it.”</p> +<p>“You are right there. He don’t believe it, nor do I. +One thing more—were you the man that broke into his +cabin and stole two gold pieces from his trunk?”</p> +<p>“No. I don’t know anything about it.”</p> +<p>“Of course you would deny it. All the same I have no +doubt that you were the man.”</p> +<p>“If I had done it he would have seen me.”</p> +<p>“That won’t go down. He was asleep. Ernest, what +shall I do with this fellow? Shall I shoot him?” and +Luke Robbins pulled out a revolver, which he handled in +a significant way.</p> +<p>“Don’t shoot! Spare my life, Mr. Robbins!” cried +the tramp in great alarm.</p> +<p>“Humph! I don’t see the good. Your life is of no +value to the world.”</p> +<p>“Let him go, Luke,” said Ernest, “but tell him to +clear out of this neighborhood.”</p> +<p>“It is treating him too well. Still, I will do as you +say. Hark, you fellow, what is your name?”</p> +<p>“Tom Burns.”</p> +<p>“You are a disgrace to the name of Burns. If I spare +your life will you leave this neighborhood and never come +back?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30' name='page_30'></a>30</span></p> +<p>“Yes—yes!” answered the tramp earnestly.</p> +<p>“You’d better keep that promise. If I ever catch sight +of you again I’ll shoot without asking you any questions! +Now get!”</p> +<p>Tom Burns got up and started away with celerity. He +thought it wise to put as great a distance as possible between +himself and the tall and stalwart hunter.</p> +<p>“I’ll scare him a little,” said Luke.</p> +<p>He fired after the fugitive, taking care not to hit him, +however. Tom Burns heard the bullet whistling by his +head, and with a cry of terror increased his speed till he +reached a place where he felt secure.</p> +<p>“That is a terrible man!” he panted. “He’d as soon +take my life as not. I won’t get in his way again if I +can help it.”</p> +<p>“Well, Ernest, where do you want to go? What are +your plans?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know,” answered Ernest gravely. “I am not +sure that I have any plans. I feel upset completely.”</p> +<p>“Sit down here and I’ll talk to you.”</p> +<p>The two sat down together.</p> +<p>“Now, how much money have you got?”</p> +<p>“A hundred dollars.”</p> +<p>“It isn’t much. Is that all that your uncle left?”</p> +<p>“I think so. He said nothing about having more.”</p> +<p>“It isn’t much to begin the world with. I wish for +your sake, boy, that I had some to give you, but I never +knew how to get together money.”</p> +<p>“I guess it will do, Luke. I have health and strength. +I think I can make my way.”</p> +<p>“But you have no trade.”</p> +<p>“Have you?”</p> +<p>“No, Ernest. You’ve got me there. I am only a +hunter, but I don’t make much of a living. I don’t recommend +you to follow in my steps.”</p> +<p>“One thing is certain, Luke. I must get away from +here. There is nothing I can do in Oak Forks.”</p> +<p>“Where do you want to go, lad?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know. I might go eastward to Chicago or +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31' name='page_31'></a>31</span> +New York, or I might go West to California. Have you +ever been to either place, Luke?”</p> +<p>“No, lad, but if I had my choice I’d go westward. +I’ve heard fine stories of California. I think I should like +to see that land.”</p> +<p>“Why don’t you go?”</p> +<p>“Stop a minute! Let me think!”</p> +<p>The hunter assumed a thoughtful look. He remained +silent for five minutes. Then he said, as if to himself: +“Why not?”</p> +<p>Ernest still kept silence, but his eyes were fixed upon +the face of the hunter.</p> +<p>Finally Luke looked up.</p> +<p>“How do you want to go, lad?” he asked. “Do you +want to go over the railroad, or are you in for a tramp +over the mountains and plains?”</p> +<p>“That depends on whether I am to go alone or not. +If I go alone I shall prefer to go by rail.”</p> +<p>“Are you in for a long tramp with me?” asked Luke, +his face glowing with new-born enthusiasm.</p> +<p>“I will go anywhere with you, Luke.”</p> +<p>“Then it is agreed. We will start to-morrow.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VII_ON_THE_ROAD' id='VII_ON_THE_ROAD'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> +<h3>ON THE ROAD</h3> +</div> + +<p>Nothing could have pleased Ernest better than to +travel with Luke Robbins. He felt that he should be safe +with the sturdy hunter, who was strong, resolute and reliable.</p> +<p>True he was not a man who had succeeded as man +reckons success. He had lived comfortably, but it had +never occurred to him to lay up money, nor indeed had he +had any opportunity to do so. He mentioned this as an +objection to the trip which he had himself proposed.</p> +<p>“My lad,” he said, “I am afraid I can’t go with you +after all.”</p> +<p>“Why not, Luke?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32' name='page_32'></a>32</span></p> +<p>“Because you’re rich compared with me.”</p> +<p>“I have but a hundred dollars.”</p> +<p>“And I—well, lad, I’m ashamed to say so, but I have +only fifteen.”</p> +<p>“We’ll share and share alike, Luke.”</p> +<p>“No, lad. Luke Robbins is too proud to live upon a +boy. I reckon I’d better stay at home.”</p> +<p>“But I want you to go and take care of me, Luke. +How can I travel alone?”</p> +<p>Luke brightened up.</p> +<p>“That puts a different face on it, Ernest. If you +think you need me, I’ll go.”</p> +<p>“I do need you.”</p> +<p>“Then go I will, but one thing is understood: I won’t +take any of your money.”</p> +<p>“There won’t be any trouble on that score.”</p> +<p>So the two prepared for their trip. Ernest, with +Luke’s help, purchased an outfit, and on the morning of +the third day the two started out together, neither having +a very definite idea where they were going except that +their course was westward.</p> +<p>Luke knew very little of the States and Territories that +lay between Oak Forks and the Pacific Coast. Ernest, +whose education was decidedly superior to his companion’s, +was able to give him some information. So they plodded +on, enjoying the unconventional life and the scenery on +the way.</p> +<p>They were in no hurry. They stopped to hunt and +fish, and when the weather was unfavorable they stayed +at some wayside cabin. When the nights were fine they +camped out under the open canopy of heaven.</p> +<p>Part of their way led through woods and over prairies, +but here and there they came to a village. There was +little occasion to spend money, but they were compelled +to use some.</p> +<p>One day, some weeks from the time when they started, +Luke turned to Ernest with a sober face.</p> +<p>“Ernest,” he said, “I think you’ll have to leave me at +the next poorhouse.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33' name='page_33'></a>33</span></p> +<p>“Why, Luke?”</p> +<p>“Because my money is nearly all gone. I started with +fifteen dollars. Now I have but one.”</p> +<p>“But I have plenty left.”</p> +<p>“That doesn’t help me.”</p> +<p>“I want to share it with you, Luke.”</p> +<p>“Don’t you remember what I said when we set out, +lad?”</p> +<p>“What was it?”</p> +<p>“That I would not touch a dollar of your money.”</p> +<p>“Then do you mean to leave me alone, Luke?” pleaded +Ernest reproachfully.</p> +<p>“You are a boy and I am a man. I’m forty years old, +Ernest. Is it right that I should live on a boy less than +half my age?”</p> +<p>Ernest looked at him in perplexity.</p> +<p>“Is there no way of getting more money?” he asked.</p> +<p>“If we were in California now and at the mines, I +might make shift to fill my purse; but there are no mines +hereabouts.”</p> +<p>“Let us keep on and something may turn up.”</p> +<p>When this conversation took place they were approaching +Emmonsville, a thriving town in Nebraska. As they +walked through the principal street, it was clear that +something had happened which had created general excitement. +Groups of people were talking earnestly, and +their faces wore a perturbed and anxious look.</p> +<p>“What’s the matter?” asked Luke, addressing a well-to-do +appearing man.</p> +<p>“Haven’t you heard of the bank robbery over at Lee’s +Falls?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“Two men fully armed rode up to the door, and, dismounting, +entered the bank. One stepped up to the window of +the paying teller, and covering him with his revolver, demanded +five thousand dollars. At the same time the other +stood in the doorway, also with a loaded revolver.”</p> +<p>“Why didn’t the teller shoot him down?” asked Luke.</p> +<p>“My friend, bank officers are not provided with loaded +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34' name='page_34'></a>34</span> +revolvers when on duty. Besides, the ruffian had the drop +on him.”</p> +<p>“Well?” asked Luke.</p> +<p>“What could the teller do? Life is more than money, +and he had no alternative. The fellow got the money.”</p> +<p>“Did he get away with it?”</p> +<p>“Yes; they both mounted their horses and rode off, +no one daring to interfere. Each held his revolver in +readiness to shoot the first man that barred his way.”</p> +<p>“Where did you say this happened?”</p> +<p>“At Lee’s Falls.”</p> +<p>“Is it near at hand?”</p> +<p>“It is fifteen miles away.”</p> +<p>“But why should that robbery create excitement here?”</p> +<p>“Because we have a bank here, and we are expecting a +visit from the same parties.”</p> +<p>“Who are they?”</p> +<p>“They are supposed to be the Fox brothers, two of +the most notorious criminals in the West. Numberless +stories are told of their bold robberies, both from individuals +and from banks.”</p> +<p>“How long have these fellows been preying upon the +community?”</p> +<p>“We have heard of them hereabouts for three years. +It is said they came from Missouri.”</p> +<p>“Is there no one brave enough or bold enough to interfere +with them?”</p> +<p>“More than one has tried it, but no one has succeeded. +Twice they were captured, but in each case they broke +jail before it was time for the trial.”</p> +<p>“It seems to me you haven’t many men of spirit in +Nebraska.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps you think you would be a match for them,” +said the citizen in a sarcastic tone.</p> +<p>Luke Robbins smiled, and handled his revolver in a significant +way.</p> +<p>“If you think you can kill or capture them, stranger, +there’s a chance to make a good sum of money.”</p> +<p>“How is that?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35' name='page_35'></a>35</span></p> +<p>“A thousand dollars is offered for either of them, dead +or alive.”</p> +<p>“A thousand dollars!” repeated Luke, his face glowing +with excitement. “Is that straight?”</p> +<p>“It will be paid cheerfully. You can bet on that.”</p> +<p>“Who offers it?”</p> +<p>“The governor of the State.”</p> +<p>Luke Robbins became thoughtful and remained silent.</p> +<p>“Did you hear that, lad?” he asked, when he and +Ernest were alone.</p> +<p>“Yes, Luke.”</p> +<p>“A thousand dollars would do us a great deal of good.”</p> +<p>“That is true, Luke, but it would be as much as your +life is worth to hunt the rascals.”</p> +<p>“Don’t try to make a coward of me, Ernest.”</p> +<p>“I couldn’t do that, Luke. I only want you to be +prudent.”</p> +<p>“Listen, lad. I want that thousand dollars and I’m +going to make a try for it. Come along with me.”</p> +<p>“Where are you going?”</p> +<p>“To the bank. I’m going to have a talk with the +officers and then I’ll decide what to do.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VIII_LUKE_JOINS_THE_FRIENDS' id='VIII_LUKE_JOINS_THE_FRIENDS'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> +<h3>LUKE JOINS THE FRIENDS</h3> +</div> + +<p>At the Emmonsville bank they were on their guard. +The expectation of a visit from the Fox brothers caused +anxiety and apprehension. The evil reputation of these +men and their desperate character made them formidable.</p> +<p>When Luke Robbins entered the place he was regarded +with suspicion. His hunting costume was not unlike that +of a bandit. But the fact that he had a young companion +tended to disarm suspicion. No one could suspect +Ernest of complicity with outlaws, and the Fox brothers +had never been known to carry a boy with them. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36' name='page_36'></a>36</span></p> +<p>Luke was unused to banks. So far as he knew he had +never entered one before. He looked around him in uncertainty, +and finally approached the window of the receiving +teller.</p> +<p>“Are you the boss of this institution?” he asked.</p> +<p>The teller smiled.</p> +<p>“No,” he said. “Perhaps you want to see the president?”</p> +<p>“I guess he’s the man.”</p> +<p>“If you will give me a hint of the nature of your +business I will speak to him.”</p> +<p>“I hear you’re expectin’ a visit from the Fox brothers.”</p> +<p>“Have you anything to do with them?” asked the +teller with some suspicion.</p> +<p>“I want to have something to do with them,” returned +Luke.</p> +<p>“I don’t understand you.”</p> +<p>“Then I’ll tell you what I mean. I hear there’s a big +reward out for their capture.”</p> +<p>“A thousand dollars.”</p> +<p>“I want that thousand dollars, and I want it bad.”</p> +<p>“I shall be very glad if you become entitled to it. +Anyone who will rid the State of either of these notorious +outlaws will richly deserve it.”</p> +<p>“That’s the business I came about. Now can I see +the president, if that’s what you call him?”</p> +<p>“Wait a minute and I will find out.”</p> +<p>The teller went to an inner room and returned with a +stout, gray-headed man of about fifty.</p> +<p>He looked curiously at Luke through the window. +Then, as if reassured, he smiled.</p> +<p>“I understand you want to see me,” he said.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“About the Fox brothers?”</p> +<p>“You’re right there, squire.”</p> +<p>“Go to the last door and I will admit you.”</p> +<p>Luke Robbins did as directed, and soon found himself +in the office of the president of the bank. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37' name='page_37'></a>37</span></p> +<p>“You are anxious to secure the reward offered for the +capture of these outlaws, I believe.”</p> +<p>“That’s straight.”</p> +<p>“Why do you come to me, then?”</p> +<p>“Because a man told me you expected a visit from +them.”</p> +<p>“That is not quite exact. I don’t expect a visit, but +I am afraid they may take it into their heads to call here.”</p> +<p>“Suppose they do.”</p> +<p>A shade of anxiety appeared upon the face of the president.</p> +<p>“We should try to foil their plans,” he answered.</p> +<p>“Wouldn’t you like to have me on hand when they +come?”</p> +<p>The president looked over Luke Robbins carefully. He +was impressed by his bold, resolute air and muscular figure. +Evidently he would be a dangerous man to meet.</p> +<p>“You are a strong, resolute fellow, I judge,” he said +thoughtfully.</p> +<p>“Try me and see.”</p> +<p>“You would not be afraid to meet these villains single-handed?”</p> +<p>“I never saw the man yet I was afraid to meet.”</p> +<p>“So far, so good, but it is not so much strength that +is needed as quickness. A weak man is more than a match +for a strong one if he gets the drop on him.”</p> +<p>“That’s so, but I reckon it’ll take a right smart man +to get the drop on me.”</p> +<p>“What have you to propose? I suppose you have +formed some plan.”</p> +<p>“I would like to stay round the bank and be on the +watch for these fellows.”</p> +<p>“Remain here and I will consult with the cashier.”</p> +<p>Five minutes later the president rejoined his visitor.</p> +<p>“I have no objection to securing your services,” he +said, “if it can be done without exciting suspicion. In +your present dress your mission would at once be guessed, +and the outlaws would be on their guard. Have you any +objection to changing your appearance?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38' name='page_38'></a>38</span></p> +<p>“Not a particle. All I want is to get a lick at them +outlaws.”</p> +<p>“Then I think we shall have to make you a little less +formidable. Have you any objections to becoming a +Quaker?”</p> +<p>Luke Robbins laughed.</p> +<p>“What, one of those broad-brimmed fellows?” he +said.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Will I look the part?”</p> +<p>“Dress will accomplish a good deal. I will tell you +what put the idea into my head. We used to employ as +janitor an old Quaker—a good, honest, reliable man. He +was about your build. A year since he died, but we have +hanging up in my office the suit he was accustomed to +wear. Put it on, and it will make a complete change in +your appearance. Your face will hardly correspond to +your dress, but those who see the garb won’t look any +further.”</p> +<p>“That’s all right, boss. I don’t care how you dress +me up, but what will I do?”</p> +<p>“I think it will be well for you to keep near the bank, +watching carefully all who approach. You never saw the +Fox brothers, I presume?”</p> +<p>“I never had that pleasure.”</p> +<p>“Most people don’t regard it as a pleasure. I will +give you some description of them which may help you to +identify them. One is a tall man, very nearly as tall as +yourself; the other is at least three inches shorter. Both +have dark hair which they wear long. They have a +swaggering walk and look their real characters.”</p> +<p>“I don’t think it’ll be hard to spot them. They generally +ride on horseback, don’t they?”</p> +<p>“Generally, but not always. They rode into Lee’s +Falls and up to the bank entrance on horseback. Perhaps +for that reason they may appear in different guise +here.”</p> +<p>“You haven’t any pictures of them, have you?”</p> +<p>The president laughed. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39' name='page_39'></a>39</span></p> +<p>“No one was ever bold enough to invite them into a +photographer’s to have their pictures taken,” he said.</p> +<p>“I see. Well, I think I shall know them.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps not. They often adopt disguises.”</p> +<p>“They won’t come as Quakers?”</p> +<p>“That is hardly likely. I can give you one help. +However they may be dressed their eyes will betray them. +They have flashing black ones, and sharp, aquiline noses.”</p> +<p>“I’ll know them,” said Luke confidently.</p> +<p>“I observe that you have a boy with you?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Is he your son?”</p> +<p>“No; I wish he were. I’d be proud to have such a +son as that.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps we can use him. The bank messenger—a +young man—is sick, and he can take his place temporarily.”</p> +<p>“Is there any pay for such work?”</p> +<p>“Yes, but it is small. We will give him ten dollars +a week. Of course he must be honest and trustworthy.”</p> +<p>“I’ll stake my life on that boy, boss,” said Luke +warmly.</p> +<p>“His appearance is in his favor. Will you call him?”</p> +<p>Ernest was waiting in the doorway. He was anxious +to learn the result of Luke’s interview with the president +of the bank.</p> +<p>“The boss wants to see you,” announced Luke.</p> +<p>“All right. What luck are you meeting with, Luke?”</p> +<p>“Good. I’ve hired out to the bank as a Quaker detective.”</p> +<p>Ernest stared at his companion in astonishment. He +thought it was a joke.</p> +<p>When he came into the presence of the president the +latter said: “I understand from your friend here that you +would like employment?”</p> +<p>“I should,” answered Ernest promptly.</p> +<p>“The post of bank messenger is temporarily vacant. +Would you like it?”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir, if you think I can fill it.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40' name='page_40'></a>40</span></p> +<p>“You are rather young for the place, but I think you +will fill it satisfactorily. We will instruct you in the +duties.”</p> +<p>“Very well, sir; I accept it with thanks.”</p> +<p>“Of course it is necessary that you should be honest +and reliable. But upon those points I have no doubts. +Your face speaks for you.”</p> +<p>“Thank you, sir. When do you wish me to begin my +duties?”</p> +<p>“To-morrow. I suppose you are not provided with a +boarding place. You can get settled to-day and report +at the bank to-morrow morning at nine.”</p> +<p>“Wait here a minute, Ernest,” said Luke. “I will +join you at once.”</p> +<p>When Luke emerged from the president’s room he was +attired in the Quaker costume of his predecessor. Ernest +stared at him for a moment, then burst into a loud laugh.</p> +<p>“Why does thee laugh?” asked Luke mildly.</p> +<p>This sent Ernest into a second convulsion.</p> +<p>“Do I look like a man of peace?” asked Luke.</p> +<p>“Yes; will you live up to the character?”</p> +<p>“Until I see the Fox brothers.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='IX_AN_ARMED_ESCORT' id='IX_AN_ARMED_ESCORT'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> +<h3>AN ARMED ESCORT</h3> +</div> + +<p>Luke Robbins entered at once upon his duties as janitor +of the Emmonsville bank.</p> +<p>He was provided with a broom, and in the morning +swept the bank. Sometimes he washed the windows; at +other times he sat on a bench in the rear of the bank, +ready for any call upon his services.</p> +<p>Several days passed, and though Luke kept a sharp +lookout for the Fox brothers he did not catch a glimpse +of anyone who resembled them. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41' name='page_41'></a>41</span></p> +<p>Then one morning Luke went to the bank as usual and +put on his Quaker garb.</p> +<p>About eleven o’clock an elderly man appeared, and +presented a check for five hundred dollars. The money +was paid him, and then he lingered a moment, ill at +ease.</p> +<p>“I don’t like to have so much money about me,” he +said in a tone that betrayed anxiety.</p> +<p>“No doubt you will find plenty who would be willing +to relieve you of it,” rejoined the paying teller, with a +smile.</p> +<p>“That’s what I am afraid of. They do say that the +Fox brothers have been seen not far away.”</p> +<p>“Is it absolutely necessary that you should have the +money in your possession? You could leave it in the +bank, or most of it.”</p> +<p>“I shall want to use some of it to-morrow, and I live +ten miles away—in Claremont.”</p> +<p>“How are you going back?”</p> +<p>“I have a buggy outside.”</p> +<p>“The road to Claremont is rather lonely, I believe.”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Why don’t you get some one to go with you?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know anyone I could get.”</p> +<p>“I can find you a companion, but he would want to be +paid.”</p> +<p>“I’ll pay him if he’ll see me through all right.”</p> +<p>“I have the very man for you. Here, Luke!”</p> +<p>Luke Robbins heard the call and approached.</p> +<p>The farmer looked at him doubtfully.</p> +<p>“A Quaker?” he said in a disappointed tone.</p> +<p>“He is no more a Quaker than you are. He is a detective, +and very anxious to meet either of the Fox +brothers.”</p> +<p>The farmer brightened up.</p> +<p>“He’s the man I’m after, then.”</p> +<p>A bargain was struck between Luke and Ezekiel Mason +whereby the farmer promised to pay him five dollars to +accompany him home and remain overnight at the farmhouse +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42' name='page_42'></a>42</span> +until he had disposed of the money in the way he +intended.</p> +<p>Luke was glad to accept the proposal. It promised +variety and possibly adventure. The farmer climbed into +the buggy and the Quaker detective, following, took a +seat by his side.</p> +<p>After they had driven some time they reached a part +of the road where for a clear mile in advance there was +not a house or building of any kind to be seen.</p> +<p>“This is the place I was most afraid of,” said the farmer.</p> +<p>“Yes, it seems to be lonely. I wish one of the Fox +brothers would happen along.”</p> +<p>“Why?” asked the farmer in a tone of alarm.</p> +<p>“Because I’d like to tackle him.”</p> +<p>“Why are you so anxious to tackle him? I cannot +understand.”</p> +<p>“Then I’ll tell you, my honest friend. There is a reward +of a thousand dollars offered for the capture of +one of these famous outlaws, dead or alive.”</p> +<p>Ezekiel Mason shrugged his shoulders.</p> +<p>“I’d rather earn the money some other way!” he +said.</p> +<p>“You are only a peaceful farmer, while I am a fighting +Quaker,” responded Luke.</p> +<p>As he spoke he looked up the road, and his glance fell +upon a short, compactly built man in a gray suit, who +was walking toward them. He seemed a quiet, commonplace +person, but there was something about him that attracted +Luke’s attention.</p> +<p>“Do you know that man?” he asked abruptly.</p> +<p>“No,” answered Mason after a rapid glance.</p> +<p>“Are the Fox brothers tall men?” asked Luke.</p> +<p>“One only.”</p> +<p>“The other?”</p> +<p>“Is about the size of the man who is approaching.”</p> +<p>Luke did not reply, but examined still more critically +the advancing pedestrian.</p> +<p>“If this should be one of the Foxes——” he began. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43' name='page_43'></a>43</span></p> +<p>“Do you think it is?” asked the farmer in a terrified +tone.</p> +<p>“I can’t tell. If it proves to be, do exactly as I tell +you.”</p> +<p>“Yes,” replied the farmer, now thoroughly alarmed.</p> +<p>By this time the newcomer was but twenty feet distant. +Though his appearance and dress were commonplace, his +eyes, as they could see, were dark and glittering.</p> +<p>He made a halt.</p> +<p>“Friends,” he said, “can you oblige me with the +time?”</p> +<p>The farmer was about to produce his big old-fashioned +silver watch when Luke nudged him sharply.</p> +<p>“Leave him to me,” he whispered in a tone audible only +to the farmer.</p> +<p>“Thee has asked the wrong party,” he said. “We +don’t carry watches.”</p> +<p>The pedestrian regarded him with contempt. Whoever +he might be he looked upon a Quaker as a mild, inoffensive +person, hardly deserving the name of man.</p> +<p>“I didn’t speak to you,” he said scornfully.</p> +<p>The pedestrian’s next move was a bold one.</p> +<p>“I am tired,” he said. “Give me a ride.”</p> +<p>“Will thee excuse us?” said the Quaker meekly.</p> +<p>“Oh, shut up!” cried the assumed pedestrian. “Quakers +should be seen and not heard.”</p> +<p>Then to the farmer: “I am tired. Let me into your +carriage.”</p> +<p>“There is no room,” said the farmer nervously.</p> +<p>“Then tell the Quaker to get out and I will take his +place.”</p> +<p>Ezekiel Mason was by no means a brave man and he did +not know what to say to this impudent proposal.</p> +<p>He looked appealingly at Luke.</p> +<p>“I will accommodate the gentleman,” said the latter +meekly. With the words he rose from his seat and +jumped to the ground.</p> +<p>“Shall I assist thee?” he asked the stranger in a mild +voice. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44' name='page_44'></a>44</span></p> +<p>“No; I am quite capable of getting into the carriage +without help.”</p> +<p>The stranger did not immediately get into the buggy.</p> +<p>“I don’t care to ride, after all,” he said coolly. “Just +hand me your money, you old clodhopper.”</p> +<p>The worst had come. The new arrival was evidently +one of the Fox brothers, after all.</p> +<p>“Indeed I have no money,” said the terrified farmer.</p> +<p>This was true, for he had put the wallet containing the +five hundred dollars into the hands of Luke.</p> +<p>“You lie! You have just come from the Emmonsville +bank, where you drew a large amount.”</p> +<p>At this proof of knowledge on the part of the outlaw +the farmer was almost paralyzed. It appeared to him +that the robber must be supernaturally gifted.</p> +<p>“I haven’t got it now,” he said.</p> +<p>“You lie!” cried the outlaw sternly. “Come down +here and give up the money or I’ll shoot you.”</p> +<p>“You can search me,” said Mason desperately.</p> +<p>“Come down then.”</p> +<p>“Thee is very unkind,” observed Luke.</p> +<p>“Shut up. It is none of your business.”</p> +<p>“Thee had better come down and let the man search +thee,” said Luke to the farmer.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='X_FOX_ASTONISHED' id='X_FOX_ASTONISHED'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER X</h2> +<h3>FOX ASTONISHED</h3> +</div> + +<p>Ezekiel Mason had been waiting for a hint from Luke, +in whom he recognized a master spirit. His only hope +was in his companion.</p> +<p>“Art thee Mr. Fox?” asked Luke in a tone of mild +inquiry.</p> +<p>“I’ll let you know who I am,” was the swaggering +reply.</p> +<p>Though he was but one man opposed to two he had no +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45' name='page_45'></a>45</span> +fears. The farmer was evidently cowed and terrified, while +the Quaker seemed, though large, to be peaceable and +harmless.</p> +<p>But in his judgment of Luke the outlaw was very much +at fault. When threatening the farmer he had covered +him with his revolver, but as he was preparing to leave the +buggy he carelessly lowered it. Luke, who was aching +to attack him, noticed this.</p> +<p>While Fox, for it was one of the notorious brothers, +was standing in careless security, the Quaker sprang upon +him like a panther upon his prey. He knocked the revolver +from his hand, with one powerful blow felled him to +the ground, and placed his foot upon his prostrate form.</p> +<p>Never, perhaps, in a career crowded with exciting adventures +had the outlaw been so thoroughly surprised.</p> +<p>“What the mischief does this mean?” he ejaculated, +struggling to rise.</p> +<p>“It means that thee has mistaken thy man,” answered +Luke coolly.</p> +<p>“Let me go or I’ll kill you!” shrieked the outlaw +fiercely.</p> +<p>“If you try to get up I’ll put a bullet through your +head,” replied Luke, pointing at him with his own revolver.</p> +<p>In his excitement he had dropped his Quaker speech, +and this the outlaw noted.</p> +<p>“Are you a Quaker?” he asked abruptly.</p> +<p>“No more than you are,” answered Luke. “Farmer, +bring out the rope.”</p> +<p>Ezekiel Mason from the bottom of the buggy produced +a long and stout piece of clothes-line.</p> +<p>“What do you mean to do?” inquired the outlaw uneasily.</p> +<p>“You will see soon enough. No, don’t try to get up, +as you value your life. Now tie him, Mason, while I +keep him covered with the revolver.”</p> +<p>“We’ve had enough of this,” said the outlaw sullenly. +“Let me go and I’ll do you no harm.”</p> +<p>“I don’t mean that you shall, my honest friend.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46' name='page_46'></a>46</span></p> +<p>“But if you persist in this outrage I swear that you +will be a dead man within thirty days.”</p> +<p>“Be careful how you talk or you may be a dead man +within thirty minutes,” answered Luke.</p> +<p>While the outlaw was covered by Luke’s revolver Farmer +Mason, though his tremulous hands showed that he +was nervous, managed to tie him securely. Fox began +to understand the sort of man with whom he was dealing +and remained silent, but his brain was busy trying to devise +some method of escape.</p> +<p>At length the dangerous prisoner was securely tied.</p> +<p>“What shall we do with him?” asked Ezekiel.</p> +<p>“Where’s the nearest prison?”</p> +<p>“At Crampton.”</p> +<p>“How far away?”</p> +<p>“Twelve miles.”</p> +<p>“In what direction?”</p> +<p>“It is four miles beyond Claremont,” answered the farmer.</p> +<p>“Where you live?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then we will go there first.”</p> +<p>“But how shall we carry—this gentleman?” asked the +farmer, who could not get over a feeling of deference for +the celebrated outlaw.</p> +<p>“We’ll put him into the back part of the buggy.”</p> +<p>By the united efforts of both the outlaw, like a trussed +fowl, was deposited bodily in the rear of the carriage, +where he lay in a most uncomfortable position, jolted and +shaken whenever the road was rough or uneven.</p> +<p>“You’ll repent this outrage,” he said fiercely.</p> +<p>“Doesn’t thee like it?” asked Luke, relapsing into his +Quaker dialect.</p> +<p>“Curse you and your Quaker lingo!” retorted Fox, +his black eyes sparkling vindictively.</p> +<p>“It wouldn’t do thee any harm to turn Quaker thyself,” +suggested Luke.</p> +<p>“I’ll be bruised to death before the ride is over,” +growled the outlaw. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47' name='page_47'></a>47</span></p> +<p>“There is one way of saving you the discomfort of the +ride.”</p> +<p>“What is that?”</p> +<p>“I might shoot you through the head. As the reward +is the same whether I deliver you alive or dead I have a +great mind to do it.”</p> +<p>The outlaw was made still more uncomfortable by these +words. He had wholly misunderstood Luke at first, and +the revelation of his real character had impressed him not +only with respect but fear. He did not know of what this +pseudo Quaker might be capable. He longed in some +way to get out of his power. Force was impracticable, +and he resolved to resort to finesse.</p> +<p>“Look here, my friend,” he began.</p> +<p>“So you regard me as a friend? Thank you, Brother +Fox; I won’t forget it.”</p> +<p>“Oh, bother your nonsense! I suppose you are after +the thousand dollars offered for my apprehension.”</p> +<p>“You have guessed right the first time. I am not a +rich man, and I don’t mind telling you that a thousand +dollars will be particularly acceptable just about now.”</p> +<p>“So I suppose. You don’t feel particularly unfriendly +to me?”</p> +<p>“Oh, no. I might under different circumstances come +to love you like a brother.”</p> +<p>“Or join my band?”</p> +<p>“Well, no; I draw the line there. As a Quaker I could +not consistently join a band of robbers.”</p> +<p>“Who are you?” asked Fox abruptly. “You weren’t +raised around here.”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“Where, then?”</p> +<p>“I came from Iowa.”</p> +<p>“What is your name?”</p> +<p>“My friend, I haven’t any visiting cards with me. You +can think of me as the Quaker detective.”</p> +<p>“Then I will come to business. You want a thousand +dollars?”</p> +<p>“You are correct there.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48' name='page_48'></a>48</span></p> +<p>“Then I will show you a way to get it.”</p> +<p>“I know one way already.”</p> +<p>“You mean by delivering me up?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“That would not suit me. Let me go and I will give +you a thousand dollars.”</p> +<p>“Have you got it with you?”</p> +<p>“No, but I can arrange to give it to you within a +week. You see,” added the outlaw dryly, “I have been +prosperous in my business and can spare that sum in +return for giving me my liberty.”</p> +<p>“I am afraid, friend Fox, that my chance of securing +the money in that way would be slender.”</p> +<p>“I am a man of my word. What I promise, I will do.”</p> +<p>“If you have so much money, why did you want to +take the five hundred dollars of my friend here?”</p> +<p>“It was all in the way of business. Well, what do +you say?”</p> +<p>“That I won’t trust you. If I should take your thousand +dollars for releasing you I should be as bad as you +are.”</p> +<p>“Very well; drive on then,” said the outlaw sullenly.</p> +<p>In less than an hour Ezekiel Mason’s home was reached. +When they drove into the yard it made quite a sensation. +Mrs. Mason and the hired man stood with mouths agape.</p> +<p>“Who have you got there, Ezekiel?” asked his wife.</p> +<p>“One of the Fox brothers!” answered the farmer in an +important tone. “Me and my friend here took him.”</p> +<p>Luke smiled and so did the prisoner, uncomfortable +though he was.</p> +<p>“It would have taken a dozen like that fool to have +captured me,” he said in a low voice, but only Luke heard +him.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XI_UNDER_WATCH_AND_WARD' id='XI_UNDER_WATCH_AND_WARD'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49' name='page_49'></a>49</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XI</h2> +<h3>UNDER WATCH AND WARD</h3> +</div> + +<p>THE farmhouse was built after the model of many similar +houses in New England. It was of two stories, with +the front door in the center and a room on each side. +Over the two stories was an unfurnished attic.</p> +<p>“Have you a secure place to keep our friend here?” +asked Luke.</p> +<p>The farmer paused before he answered.</p> +<p>“I might put him in the attic,” he said.</p> +<p>But here his wife interfered.</p> +<p>“I couldn’t sleep if he were in the house,” she said.</p> +<p>“Why not?” asked Luke. “You see he is securely +bound and will be as helpless as a child. Will you show +me the attic?”</p> +<p>“Follow me,” said the farmer.</p> +<p>They went up two flights of stairs and found themselves +in a long room, the whole width of the house. +Through the center rose the chimney. The sloping roof +was not plastered. The only furniture consisted of a cot +bedstead and a chair.</p> +<p>“Is the attic occupied by any of the family?” asked +Luke.</p> +<p>“Not generally. When I hire an extra hand at harvest +time he sleeps there.”</p> +<p>“But at present there is no one occupying it?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“Then I suggest that the bed will prove a good resting +place for our friend below. I have no doubt he has +often found himself in lodgings less comfortable.”</p> +<p>“But,” said Mrs. Mason nervously, “if he should get +free during the night he might murder us all in our beds.”</p> +<p>“There is little chance of that. When your husband +bound him he did a good job. I wouldn’t undertake to +get free myself if I were bound as securely.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50' name='page_50'></a>50</span></p> +<p>“That’s so!” said the farmer, pleased with the compliment. +“He can’t get away nohow.”</p> +<p>Over in the corner there were a couple of horse blankets +which seemed to offer a comfortable resting-place. Luke +Robbins eyed them thoughtfully.</p> +<p>“I have an idea,” he said. “Let the outlaw lie there +and one of us can occupy the bed. Then he won’t be +able to try any of his tricks.”</p> +<p>“I would rather not sleep there,” observed the farmer +nervously. “I couldn’t sleep in the same room with one +of the Fox brothers.”</p> +<p>“Then if you couldn’t sleep there you are just the +man we want. You will always be on the watch and can +frustrate any attempt to escape.”</p> +<p>“No, no,” said Ezekiel Mason hurriedly. “Kate could +not close her eyes if she thought I were alone with John +Fox.”</p> +<p>“No,” answered Mrs. Mason with a shudder, “I won’t +let Ezekiel sleep in the same room with that bold, bad +man.”</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t be afraid myself,” said the farmer, trying +to keep up his reputation for courage, “but I don’t want +my wife to be anxious.”</p> +<p>Luke Robbins smiled, for he understood very well the +timidity of his host. “Then,” he said, “as I have no +wife to be anxious about me, perhaps I had better sleep +here.”</p> +<p>“Yes, that will be much better,” rejoined the relieved +farmer. “You are a brave man. Mr. Fox won’t get +the better of you.”</p> +<p>“Not if I can help it,” said Luke. “Will that suit +you, Mrs. Mason?”</p> +<p>“Why don’t you take him on to the jail at once?” +asked the woman. “I shall feel worried if he spends the +night in this house.”</p> +<p>“I hear that he has escaped from jail no less than three +times. If he should do so to-night he would at once come +here and perhaps bring some of his band with him. He +knows there is a good sum of money in the house.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51' name='page_51'></a>51</span></p> +<p>“I shall be glad when it is paid out,” said the farmer’s +wife.</p> +<p>“Don’t worry, Mrs. Mason. I have promised your +husband that no harm should come to him, and that the +money should be secure and I will keep my word.”</p> +<p>“So you did,” said Ezekiel, brightening up, “and I +will pay you what I agreed if you keep your promise.”</p> +<p>“Friend Mason,” responded Luke, “I am playing for +higher stakes than five dollars. All depends on my keeping +this outlaw secure. I mean to do it.”</p> +<p>Having settled matters they went downstairs again, +where they found their prisoner waiting impatiently for +their reappearance.</p> +<p>“Well,” he said, “have you decided to let me go?”</p> +<p>“I am sorry to disappoint you, my friend,” answered +Luke, “but I don’t see my way clear to do so.”</p> +<p>“I promised you a thousand dollars if you would release +me.”</p> +<p>“Yes, but I haven’t any confidence in that promise.”</p> +<p>“You need not fear. In three days I would bring or +send the money to you here.”</p> +<p>“Couldn’t you oblige me with a check on the bank +where you keep your money?” asked Luke smiling.</p> +<p>“I keep my money in several banks,” returned the outlaw.</p> +<p>“Where, for instance?”</p> +<p>“I had some in the bank at Lee’s Falls, but I drew it +out the other day.”</p> +<p>“So I heard. Have you any money in the Emmonsville +bank?”</p> +<p>“Yes, but I am not quite ready to take it yet. I can +give you an order on the bank if that will suit.”</p> +<p>“Thank you; I doubt if the order would be honored.”</p> +<p>“All this talk amounts to nothing,” said Fox impatiently. +“I tell you that if you release me I will bring or +send you the money.”</p> +<p>“And how soon would you want it back again?”</p> +<p>“Whenever I saw my way clear to taking it,” said the +outlaw boldly. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52' name='page_52'></a>52</span></p> +<p>“I like that talk. It looks square. I’ll think over +your offer, friend Fox, and let you know in the morning +what I decide to do.”</p> +<p>The outlaw frowned. He evidently did not like the +prospect of remaining in captivity overnight.</p> +<p>“What are you going to do with me to-night?” he +asked.</p> +<p>“We have a comfortable place provided,” answered +Luke. “Mr. Mason, if you will give your assistance, we +will show our guest where we propose to put him.”</p> +<p>“Unbind me and I will save you the trouble.”</p> +<p>“No doubt; but there are some objections to that.”</p> +<p>The outlaw was lifted from the wagon and carried upstairs +to the attic. His ankles as well as his wrists were +securely tied, so that he was unable to walk.</p> +<p>“Friend Fox,” said Luke politely, “there is a bed and +there is a shakedown,” pointing to the blankets on the +floor. “You can take your choice. I hope you will like +your hotel.”</p> +<p>“I shall like it better if it provides refreshments,” replied +Fox. “I am famished.”</p> +<p>“I am sure Mrs. Mason will furnish you with a meal. +I will speak to her.”</p> +<p>The outlaw seated himself on the bed and the cord +about his wrists was loosened so that he might be able to +eat. This might have been regarded as dangerous, as affording +him an opportunity to escape, but for two reasons. +In a chair opposite sat Luke Robbins with a revolver in +his hand, watching his prisoner sharply.</p> +<p>“If you make any attempt to escape,” he said quietly, +“I shall shoot. Now you understand and will be guided +accordingly.”</p> +<p>In spite of his unpleasant situation the outlaw could +not help admiring the coolness and resolution of his +guard.</p> +<p>“You would make a capital accession to my band,” he +remarked.</p> +<p>“If that is meant for a compliment,” said Luke dryly, +“I thank you.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53' name='page_53'></a>53</span></p> +<p>“You had better think it over. Join my band and I +will make it worth your while.”</p> +<p>He fixed his eyes earnestly upon his captor to see +whether he had made any impression upon him.</p> +<p>“When I start on any road,” he said, “I like to know +where it is coming out.”</p> +<p>“Well, this road will lead to wealth.”</p> +<p>“I don’t read it that way.”</p> +<p>“How then?”</p> +<p>“It will more likely lead to a violent death—or the gallows.”</p> +<p>“I have been on that path for ten years and I am +alive and——”</p> +<p>“A prisoner.”</p> +<p>“Yes, at present; but I can tell you this, my Quaker +friend, that the tree has not yet grown that will furnish +a gallows for John Fox.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps so, but I don’t feel sure of it.”</p> +<p>The outlaw’s predicament did not appear to interfere +with his appetite. When he had completed his meal Luke +called the farmer and requested him to tie his wrists again.</p> +<p>“You can do it better than I,” he said. “Besides, I +shall need to stand guard.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XII_JOHN_FOX_FINDS_A_KNIFE' id='XII_JOHN_FOX_FINDS_A_KNIFE'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> +<h3>JOHN FOX FINDS A KNIFE</h3> +</div> + +<p>The outlaw was left for several hours alone in the attic +of the farmer’s house. He felt far from comfortable, and +he experienced great mortification at the thought that he +had been captured by a Quaker.</p> +<p>“I shall never hold up my head again—that is,” he +added after a pause, “unless I circumvent him and get +away.”</p> +<p>Fox dragged himself to the window and looked out. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54' name='page_54'></a>54</span></p> +<p>“If only my brother knew where I was,” he reflected, +“he would soon turn the tables on those clodhoppers.”</p> +<p>But, as he knew, his brother was twenty miles away on +a different expedition.</p> +<p>John Fox was a man of expedients. In his long career +as an outlaw he had more than once been “in a hole,” +but he had never failed by some means to extricate himself.</p> +<p>It was not for some time that he bethought himself of +a knife that he had in his pocket. If he could get it out +he would be able to cut the ropes that bound him and escape, +if he were not interfered with.</p> +<p>He looked out of the window again and saw Luke Robbins +and the farmer walking up the road.</p> +<p>“They think I am safe,” soliloquized Fox, “but perhaps +they may find themselves mistaken.”</p> +<p>He reflected with satisfaction that there was no one in +the house but Mrs. Mason and himself. Yet as matters +stood he was helpless even against her.</p> +<p>As it was uncertain how long his two jailers would be +absent, it behooved him to escape as soon as possible. +There was a difficulty in the way, as his hands were securely +tied together at the wrist, and he could not thrust +them into his pocket and obtain the knife. But possibly +by rolling over he might manage to make it slip out. It +seemed the only possible way to accomplish his object, +so he at once set to work. Rolling over and over, he at +length found himself in such a position that the knife—a +large jackknife—slipped from the gaping mouth of the +pocket.</p> +<p>“Ha, that is the first step toward success!” he cried +triumphantly.</p> +<p>Next he must pick up the knife and open it. This was +easier than the first step. His hands were tied at the +wrist, but his fingers were free. It seemed a simple thing +to open the knife, but it took him some time. At last, +however, he succeeded.</p> +<p>“That is the second step toward liberty,” he said in a +jubilant tone. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55' name='page_55'></a>55</span></p> +<p>The next thing was to cut the cord that bound his +wrists. That was difficult. In fact it took him longer +than both the first steps together. It chanced that the +knife had not been sharpened for a long time. Then the +cord was stout and thick, and even had his hands been +free it would have taken him some time to cut it.</p> +<p>“If they should come back it would be maddening,” +he reflected, and as the thought came to him he looked +out of the window. But nowhere were the two men +visible.</p> +<p>“They are fools! They don’t know me!” said the +outlaw.</p> +<p>He resumed his efforts to cut the cord. After twenty +minutes the last strand parted, and with a feeling of relief +John Fox stretched out his hands, free once more.</p> +<p>His feet were tied, but with his hands at liberty there +was little difficulty in cutting the rope that tied them.</p> +<p>In less than five minutes the outlaw rose to his feet a +free man.</p> +<p>He smiled—a smile of exultation and triumph.</p> +<p>“My Quaker friend will be surprised to find me gone. +He will understand John Fox a little better. He will have +to wait a little longer for his thousand dollars.”</p> +<p>John Fox was himself again, but for the first time in +ten years, except when he was the temporary tenant of a +jail, he was unarmed.</p> +<p>“What has that fellow done with my revolver?” he +asked himself. “If it is anywhere in the house I won’t +go off without it.”</p> +<p>Half an hour earlier he would have been content with +his liberty. Now he wanted his revolver, and his thoughts +recurred to the money which the farmer had drawn that +morning from the bank. It was five hundred dollars, as +Luke had rather incautiously let out.</p> +<p>John Fox was not without hopes of securing both. +The coast was clear, and only Mrs. Mason was left in the +house. He might terrify her, and so secure what he had +set his heart upon. But there was no time to be lost, +as Luke and the farmer might return any minute. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56' name='page_56'></a>56</span></p> +<p>The outlaw went downstairs, stepping as lightly as +he could.</p> +<p>On the lower floor Mrs. Mason was in the kitchen preparing +the evening meal. She had at first been reluctant +to remain alone in the house with the outlaw, but Luke +had reassured her by the statement that he was securely +bound and could not get away.</p> +<p>She turned from the stove at the sound of a foot-fall. +There was the notorious outlaw standing in the doorway +with an ironical smile upon his face.</p> +<p>The terrified woman sank back into a chair and regarded +John Fox with a scared look.</p> +<p>“You here!” she exclaimed.</p> +<p>“Yes, Mrs. Mason, it is I.”</p> +<p>“How did you get free? My husband told me that +you were bound.”</p> +<p>“So I was, and I will do your husband the justice to +say that he understands his business. I had trouble to +break loose.”</p> +<p>“However could you have done it?” asked the amazed +woman.</p> +<p>“I won’t go into details, for there isn’t time. Now +listen to me and obey my commands. Your Quaker friend +took my revolver away. I want you to get it and give it +to me.”</p> +<p>“Indeed I can’t do it, sir, for I don’t know where it +is.” Mrs. Mason’s tone was a terrified one.</p> +<p>“That won’t do,” said John Fox sternly. “It is somewhere +in the house. Look for it.”</p> +<p>“Indeed, sir, you are mistaken. I am sure that Mr.—the +Quaker gentleman has taken it with him.”</p> +<p>“I don’t believe anything of the kind. He had no +doubt a revolver of his own, and would not care to carry +two.”</p> +<p>“You may be right, sir, but I don’t know where it is.”</p> +<p>“Is there any revolver in the house?” he demanded impatiently. +“I should prefer my own, but I will take any.”</p> +<p>“I will look, sir, if you wish me to.”</p> +<p>“Wait a minute. There is something else I must have. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57' name='page_57'></a>57</span> +Where is that five hundred dollars your husband drew +from the bank?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know.”</p> +<p>“Tell the truth, or it will be the worse for you!”</p> +<p>“I am ready to tell the truth, but I don’t know.”</p> +<p>“Where does your husband usually keep any money +he may have in the house?”</p> +<p>“In the desk in the next room.”</p> +<p>“Probably he has put the money there. Is the desk +locked?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Have you the key?”</p> +<p>“Here it is, sir,” and Mrs. Mason meekly passed him +a small-sized key.</p> +<p>“Good! I see you are growing sensible. Now come +with me.”</p> +<p>Together they entered the room and Mrs. Mason +pointed to the desk.</p> +<p>It was an ordinary upright desk. John Fox opened it +with the key. The desk opened, the outlaw began at +once to search eagerly for the money.</p> +<p>There was a multiplicity of small drawers, which he +opened eagerly, but he found no cash except four silver +half dollars and some smaller silver.</p> +<p>“It isn’t here!” he said in a tone of sullen disappointment, +turning a baffled look upon the farmer’s wife.</p> +<p>“No, sir, I didn’t think it was there.”</p> +<p>“Where do you think it is? Do you think your husband +has it with him?”</p> +<p>“No, sir.”</p> +<p>“Where then can it be? Surely you must have some +suspicion. Don’t dare to trifle with me.”</p> +<p>“Indeed I wouldn’t, sir. I think the Quaker gentleman +has it.”</p> +<p>“Curse him!” exclaimed the outlaw angrily. “Have +you any other money in the house?”</p> +<p>“No, sir.”</p> +<p>“I have a great mind to kill you!” said Fox, with a +look of ferocity. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58' name='page_58'></a>58</span></p> +<p>The terrified woman uttered a scream of dismay that +excited the fierce outlaw still more. He sprang toward +her and seized her by the throat.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIII_JUST_IN_TIME' id='XIII_JUST_IN_TIME'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> +<h3>JUST IN TIME</h3> +</div> + +<p>John Fox had been so occupied with his terrified victim +that he quite forgot the possibility of his two captors returning.</p> +<p>It so happened that both were approaching the house +when they heard Mrs. Mason’s cry of terror.</p> +<p>“What’s that?” exclaimed the farmer in alarm.</p> +<p>“I believe that scoundrel has got loose,” answered Luke.</p> +<p>He quickened his pace and entered the house just in +time to become a witness of the outlaw’s brutality.</p> +<p>It was no time to hesitate or parley. He sprang upon +the robber, dashed him to the ground and put his foot +upon his breast.</p> +<p>“What deviltry are you up to, you wretch?” he demanded. +Then turning to Mrs. Mason he asked, “Why +did he attack you?”</p> +<p>“He wanted my husband’s money—and a revolver,” +answered the trembling woman.</p> +<p>“I have a great mind to give him the contents of the +revolver!” said Luke sternly.</p> +<p>John Fox was not a coward, but as he looked up at +the stern face of the Quaker detective he quailed, almost +for the first time in his life. He tried to rise, but the +heavy foot of Luke Robbins was on his breast.</p> +<p>“Let me up!” he growled.</p> +<p>“You don’t deserve to get up! You shall lie there +forever for your cowardice in attacking a woman!”</p> +<p>“I would rather it had been you!” said John Fox bitterly. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59' name='page_59'></a>59</span></p> +<p>“You are safe in attacking a woman,” said the detective +in scornful sarcasm.</p> +<p>The outlaw was stung by his assailant’s scorn.</p> +<p>“I have attacked many better men than you,” he replied, +“and some have not lived to tell the tale!”</p> +<p>“So you own up to being a murderer? I am ready to +believe you. I have a great mind to shoot you where you +lie!” and Luke pointed his revolver at the prostrate outlaw.</p> +<p>“That would be the act of a coward,” said John Fox, +hastily, his cheek turning pale.</p> +<p>“Not exactly that, for I have mastered you in a fair +fight, but there is one thing that holds back my hand. Do +you know what it is?”</p> +<p>“Well?”</p> +<p>“I should cheat the gallows of its due. Here, farmer!”</p> +<p>Ezekiel Mason, pale and trembling, was standing on the +threshold.</p> +<p>“What is it?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Go and get another rope.”</p> +<p>The farmer left the house, and going to an outhouse returned +with a stout clothes-line.</p> +<p>“Tie him again while I hold him,” was Luke’s command. +“Tie him as securely as before—more so, if possible. +How did you get loose?”</p> +<p>“Find out for yourself!” said the outlaw sullenly.</p> +<p>“I mean to, and I don’t intend that you shall escape a +second time.”</p> +<p>Meanwhile John Fox was execrating his folly in not +escaping when he had the chance. If he had not waited +for the revolver and money he might by this time have +been out of danger.</p> +<p>Yet he was not without hope. He still had the knife +in his pocket. It was ready for use and he meant to use it.</p> +<p>No doubt he would be taken back to the attic. If Luke +Robbins should be his companion, all the better. After +cutting his bonds the knife might end the life of the man +who had inflicted such humiliation upon him. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60' name='page_60'></a>60</span></p> +<p>He did not speak, but his eyes betrayed him. There +was such a revengeful gleam in them that Luke read their +meaning without trouble.</p> +<p>“If I am ever at the mercy of that ruffian,” he +thought, “I wouldn’t give much for my chance of keeping +a whole skin.”</p> +<p>When the outlaw lay securely bound Luke summoned +the farmer.</p> +<p>“Watch him for five minutes, Mr. Mason,” he said. “I +am going to the attic to learn if I can how he got loose.”</p> +<p>Ezekiel Mason looked uncomfortable, but did not object. +He was half afraid of John Fox even in his helpless +condition.</p> +<p>“Have you a revolver?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then take it out, and if he makes an effort to escape +shoot him without a moment’s hesitation.”</p> +<p>It gratified the outlaw to see how much afraid of him +the farmer was, even in his helpless condition. But he +could not flatter himself that he had inspired any terror +in Luke Robbins. Against his will he was compelled to +pay tribute to the resolute courage of the Quaker detective. +As he met the gaze of the farmer he smiled to +himself sardonically.</p> +<p>“You’ve got the advantage of me,” he said. “I am +bound and helpless, while you are free and are armed. +Still you are afraid of me.”</p> +<p>“Why should I be?” asked Mason, but his tone was +not firm.</p> +<p>“Yes, why should you be? I’ll tell you. If ever I +have you where I am now I’ll give you fifteen minutes to +say your prayers.”</p> +<p>“Oh, what a terrible man!” said Mrs. Mason with a +shudder. “You wouldn’t kill him?”</p> +<p>“Yes, I would. But there is one way of escape.”</p> +<p>“What is that?”</p> +<p>“Loose these bonds and let me go before your Quaker +friend comes down and your life will be safe, and your +wife’s.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61' name='page_61'></a>61</span></p> +<p>Ezekiel Mason shook his head feebly.</p> +<p>“I don’t dare to do it,” he said.</p> +<p>“Do as you please, but the time will come when you +will be sorry that you refused. What are you afraid of? +You are armed, while I have no weapon.”</p> +<p>“I am afraid of Luke.”</p> +<p>“You needn’t be. He would find fault with you, but +that would be all.”</p> +<p>Ezekiel Mason was weak, but not weak enough to yield +to the persuasions of his prisoner. Besides, he knew that +Luke would come down from the attic directly.</p> +<p>In fact, he was already close at hand. He brought in +his hand the cut fragments of the cord with which the +outlaw had originally been bound.</p> +<p>“This tells the story,” he said, holding up the rope +so that the farmer and his wife could see it. “This rope +has been cut. The man has a knife.”</p> +<p>John Fox darted a malignant look at him, but said +nothing.</p> +<p>“You are smart, John Fox,” Luke went on, “smarter +than I thought. Where is your knife?”</p> +<p>John Fox did not reply.</p> +<p>Luke Robbins knelt down and thrust his hand unceremoniously +into the outlaw’s pocket.</p> +<p>He drew out the knife which had done him so much +service.</p> +<p>“This will be safer with me than with you,” he said.</p> +<p>“Would you rob me?” demanded the outlaw.</p> +<p>“Yes, of anything it is not proper for you to have.”</p> +<p>To John Fox the disappointment was bitter. He was, +if anything, more securely tied than before, and it would +be quite impossible to loosen the rope or free himself without +the help of the knife. His hope of getting loose during +the night and killing Luke was at an end.</p> +<p>“Did he say anything while I was upstairs?” asked +Luke.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“What was it?”</p> +<p>“He wanted me to set him free.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62' name='page_62'></a>62</span></p> +<p>“Did he offer you money?”</p> +<p>“No, but he threatened that he would some time take +my life.”</p> +<p>“He is a terrible man!” said Mrs. Mason, shuddering. +“I shall not feel safe to-night with him in the house.”</p> +<p>“I don’t propose to let him stay in the house all night.”</p> +<p>The prisoner, the farmer and his wife looked at Luke +inquiringly.</p> +<p>“I think, farmer,” said Luke, “you’d better harness +up and we will take our friend to the jail in Crampton.”</p> +<p>“What, to-night?”</p> +<p>“Yes; the sooner he is safely disposed of the better; +at any rate we will have shifted the responsibility to the +authorities.”</p> +<p>“Yes, it will be better,” said Mrs. Mason in a tone of +relief.</p> +<p>The buggy was made ready, and the outlaw was packed +in the back part of it. Toward nightfall the warden of +the prison at Crampton was startled by the arrival of +the farmer and Luke bringing with them the notorious +outlaw whose name was in every mouth. He hardly knew +whether to be sorry or glad, for no prison yet had been +secure enough to hold him.</p> +<p>“I will leave my name,” said Luke, “and I shall hereafter +claim the reward for his capture.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIV_ERNEST_HAS_AN_ADVENTURE' id='XIV_ERNEST_HAS_AN_ADVENTURE'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> +<h3>ERNEST HAS AN ADVENTURE</h3> +</div> + +<p>Luke Robbins remained at the farmhouse till the middle +of the next day. At that hour the sum of money +which Mason had withdrawn from the bank was transferred +to the party for whom it was intended, and Luke’s +mission was at an end.</p> +<p>He received from the farmer the stipulated five dollars, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63' name='page_63'></a>63</span> +and started on his return to Emmonsville, Ezekiel Mason +driving him the greater part of the way.</p> +<p>Luke arrived at the bank half-an-hour before it closed +and reported his success, including the capture of John +Fox. He was congratulated on his success, but noticed +that the officers of the bank looked grave.</p> +<p>“Is anything the matter?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Yes,” answered the cashier. “At one o’clock yesterday +we sent your young friend Ernest with a thousand +dollars in United States bonds to the bank at Lee’s Falls, +and we have received no tidings from him.”</p> +<p>“What do you fear?” asked Luke hurriedly.</p> +<p>“We fear that he may have been captured by some +of the Fox gang, and be in confinement, or else——”</p> +<p>“What?”</p> +<p>“Killed or wounded,” added the cashier.</p> +<p>“He could not have met John Fox, for I held him +in custody.”</p> +<p>“There was the other brother, James, who was at +large.”</p> +<p>“James is the tall brother?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then,” said Luke, “I shall have to hunt him, too. +Will you grant me leave of absence?”</p> +<p>“Gladly. We want to recover the bonds, but we care +still more for the safety of the boy.”</p> +<p>Indeed Ernest had become popular with the bank officials +as well as with the residents of Emmonsville. The +cashier spoke truly when he said that he cared more for +the boy’s safety than for the recovery of the bonds.</p> +<p>“Can you tell me anything that will help me in my +expedition?” asked Luke. “Have you any idea where +the Fox gang would be likely to carry Ernest?”</p> +<p>“It is generally supposed that the band have a secret +rendezvous somewhere within a dozen miles, but no one +has been able to discover where it is.”</p> +<p>“And you think that Ernest would be carried there?”</p> +<p>“Yes, they would hardly bring themselves to kill a +young boy. He would be easily overpowered by a grown +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64' name='page_64'></a>64</span> +man, so that there would be no excuse for murderous violence.”</p> +<p>“How did the boy go?”</p> +<p>“He walked.”</p> +<p>“But it was a long distance.”</p> +<p>“Yes, about ten miles. We at first thought of providing +him with a saddle-horse, but there was one objection.”</p> +<p>“What was that?”</p> +<p>“He would have been more likely to be suspected of +being out on some mission.”</p> +<p>Leaving Luke Robbins to start on his search for Ernest, +we will go back to the time when the boy messenger left +the bank on the day previous.</p> +<p>The United States bonds were inclosed in an envelope +and carried in an inner pocket, which had been expressly +made by an Emmonsville tailor on his first connecting +himself with the bank. The pocket was unusually deep, +so as to accommodate a long parcel.</p> +<p>This was the most important commission on which Ernest +had been employed, and he was pleased with the +confidence reposed in him. He did not dread the long +walk, for he was a strong and active boy. Besides, he +was authorized to accept a ride if one should be offered +him.</p> +<p>He would arrive at Lee’s Falls after the bank was +closed, but he was instructed to call at the residence of +the cashier and leave the bonds.</p> +<p>Ernest had walked three miles when he met with an +adventure.</p> +<p>On the borders of a small pond he caught sight of +a small Indian boy playing. He was probably not more +than three years of age. A stick he was playing with fell +into the pond, and the little fellow reached over to recover +it. In doing so he lost his balance and fell into +the water; there was a scream and a splash, and Ernest +no sooner saw the accident than he ran up, threw off his +coat and vest, lest he should wet the bonds, and plunged +into the pond. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65' name='page_65'></a>65</span></p> +<p>The young bank messenger was an expert swimmer, and +in an instant had seized the child and placed him out of +danger. The little Indian boy clung to him instinctively, +feeling safe with his young protector.</p> +<p>“Where do you live, little boy?” asked Ernest.</p> +<p>“Out yonder,” answered the child.</p> +<p>Ernest had not been quite sure whether he would be able +to understand or speak English, but having been brought +up among white people he was as familiar with English +as most white boys of his age.</p> +<p>Ernest looked in the direction pointed out by the boy. +At the distance of a hundred rods he saw a rude log-house. +Smoke was curling from a chimney. Outside sat an Indian +about forty years of age smoking a pipe.</p> +<p>He seemed busily thinking, having the grave face characteristic +of the average Indian. He did not immediately +notice the approach of his little son. But when they were +near the Indian boy uttered a cry, pronouncing some Indian +word which possibly meant “father.”</p> +<p>Then the red man looked up, and his grave face changed +as he recognized his boy in the company of a young white +stranger.</p> +<p>He rose hastily from his seat and advanced to meet the +two who were approaching.</p> +<p>“What has happened?” he asked in clear and distinct +English.</p> +<p>“Your little boy fell into the water,” explained Ernest.</p> +<p>“And you saved him?”</p> +<p>“Yes,” answered Ernest modestly. “I saw him fall +and jumped in after him.”</p> +<p>“Was the water deep?”</p> +<p>“About so deep,” said Ernest, placing his hand about +five feet from the ground.</p> +<p>“Then he would have been drowned if you had not +been near?”</p> +<p>“Yes, if he could not swim.”</p> +<p>“He is too young to swim. But you are wet,” added +the Indian, noticing for the first time the condition of +Ernest’s clothes. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66' name='page_66'></a>66</span></p> +<p>“Yes, a little.”</p> +<p>“Come in,” said the Indian abruptly.</p> +<p>He led the way into the log-cabin.</p> +<p>There was a stove in the center of the room, and the +air was so heated as to be uncomfortable. As he led the +child in a stout Indian woman came forward with a cry and +took him in her arms. Her husband rapidly explained +what had happened. She instantly stripped the clothes +from the child and put on a dry change.</p> +<p>“Now,” said the Indian, turning to Ernest, “take off +your wet clothes.”</p> +<p>Though Ernest knew that it was wise to do so, he felt +bashful about removing them in presence of the woman. +But his Indian host brought from a nail on which they +hung a pair of buckskin breeches of his own and offered +them to Ernest for temporary use.</p> +<p>Ernest no longer hesitated, but made the substitution.</p> +<p>As the Indian was four or five inches taller than himself, +the legs covered his feet. He laughed as he saw +how they looked, and the Indian’s serious face relaxed a +little from the same cause.</p> +<p>“Now I will dry your clothes,” he said.</p> +<p>He took a chair and, hanging the wet garments over the +back, placed it very near the stove. Ernest hardly liked +to lose so much time, but he knew that it would not be +safe to wear the trousers in their soaked condition.</p> +<p>“You speak English very well,” he said, turning to the +Indian.</p> +<p>“Yes; I have spent much time with white people,” was +the answer.</p> +<p>“Do you support yourself by hunting?” went on Ernest.</p> +<p>“Yes, I am a hunter, but I go with rich white people +from the cities and with Englishmen who want a guide.”</p> +<p>“And do they pay you well?” asked Ernest, not quite +sure whether he was not showing too much curiosity.</p> +<p>“Yes, they pay me well. I have some money in the +bank.”</p> +<p>Then Ernest remembered having seen the Indian one +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67' name='page_67'></a>67</span> +day at the bank. He was told at the time that his name +was John Castro, and that he had several hundred dollars +on deposit.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XV_JOHN_CASTRO' id='XV_JOHN_CASTRO'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> +<h3>JOHN CASTRO</h3> +</div> + +<p>While Ernest’s clothes were drying the Indian woman +was bustling about the stove. The boy did not suspect +her object till she placed on the table a plate of Indian +cakes hot from the oven and he was invited to partake.</p> +<p>It was the first time he had ever been a guest in an +Indian family, and he hesitated, but saw that his refusal +to partake might hurt the feelings of his new friends. He +seated himself at the table, and found the cakes really very +good.</p> +<p>When his clothes were dry he rose to go.</p> +<p>“Won’t you stay all night?” asked Castro.</p> +<p>“Thank you. I cannot spare the time. I must push +on.”</p> +<p>“Where are you going?” asked the Indian.</p> +<p>“To Lee’s Falls.”</p> +<p>“I will go with you a short distance.”</p> +<p>So they set out together.</p> +<p>At length John Castro stopped.</p> +<p>“That is your way,” he said. “I wish you a pleasant +journey. I will not forget what you have done for my +little son. If ever you are in trouble send for John +Castro.”</p> +<p>“I thank you.”</p> +<p>The Indian shook hands with him gravely and turned +back toward his cabin.</p> +<p>All this had taken time. Ernest had no watch with +him, but he estimated that the adventure had cost him +two hours. However, he had saved a boy’s life.</p> +<p>Again he had made a friend. The friend was an Indian, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68' name='page_68'></a>68</span> +but Ernest was wise enough to consider that no +friend, however humble, is to be despised.</p> +<p>It was clear that he would reach his destination late, +and he began to wish that some carriage would overtake +him in which he might ask for a ride.</p> +<p>But he walked two miles farther without encountering +any team. At last, however, he heard the rumble of +wheels, and turning round to see whether there was room +in the vehicle, he saw that it was a buggy driven by a +tall, thin man with dark hair, swarthy face and a long, +aquiline nose.</p> +<p>The driver eyed Ernest sharply and brought the buggy +to a standstill.</p> +<p>“Where are you going, boy?” he asked.</p> +<p>“To Lee’s Falls.”</p> +<p>“Where have you come from?”</p> +<p>“From Emmonsville.”</p> +<p>“It is a long walk.”</p> +<p>“Yes. Do you think you could give me a lift?”</p> +<p>“Perhaps so. Jump in.”</p> +<p>Ernest lost no time in availing himself of the invitation.</p> +<p>“Where were you going in Lee’s Falls?” he asked.</p> +<p>Ernest felt that it would be imprudent to mention that +his destination was the bank, so he answered guardedly, +“I am going to see the town. I may stop overnight.”</p> +<p>“At the hotel?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“It is not much of a place to see,” said the driver, +watching his companion curiously.</p> +<p>“It is larger than Emmonsville, isn’t it?”</p> +<p>“Yes. How long have you been in Emmonsville?”</p> +<p>“Not long.”</p> +<p>“Where do you live there?”</p> +<p>“At Mrs. Larkins’.”</p> +<p>“Do you go to school?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>Meanwhile the horse was traveling very slowly, and it +seemed to Ernest that he would go over the road quite as +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69' name='page_69'></a>69</span> +fast if he had continued to walk. He began to think it +was his turn to ask questions.</p> +<p>“Are you going all the way to Lee’s Falls?” he asked.</p> +<p>“I may go nearly there.”</p> +<p>“I am very much obliged to you for giving me a lift. +I was quite tired.”</p> +<p>The driver smiled.</p> +<p>“Perhaps I have an object,” he said.</p> +<p>Ernest looked an inquiry.</p> +<p>“The pleasure of your company,” explained his companion +with a smile.</p> +<p>“Thank you,” answered Ernest.</p> +<p>“Now I come to look at you, I think I have seen you +before,” continued the driver.</p> +<p>“Where?”</p> +<p>“In Emmonsville—at the bank.”</p> +<p>Ernest became alarmed. There was a significance in +his companion’s tone which excited his alarm. But he did +not dare show his feelings. He remained outwardly calm, +though inwardly disturbed.</p> +<p>“Very probably,” he said; “I have been there.”</p> +<p>His companion laughed. He was playing with the boy +as a cat plays with a captive mouse. Ernest began to +consider whether he could not think of some pretext for +getting out of the buggy.</p> +<p>Suddenly the buggy stopped.</p> +<p>“I will get out here,” said Ernest quickly.</p> +<p>“Not quite yet. I have not got through questioning +you.”</p> +<p>“I am in a hurry,” said Ernest.</p> +<p>“You must wait till your hurry is over. Now tell me +truly, are you not bound for the Lee’s Falls bank?”</p> +<p>Ernest was startled.</p> +<p>“You see, I know more about you than you suppose. +You are the bank messenger.”</p> +<p>It seemed useless to deny it. The question now was, +was his secret packet in danger?</p> +<p>“I have sometimes acted as bank messenger,” he said +warily. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70' name='page_70'></a>70</span></p> +<p>“And you are acting in that capacity now. What are +you taking to the Lee’s Falls bank?”</p> +<p>Ernest turned pale. His worst fears were confirmed.</p> +<p>“Why do you ask?” he said.</p> +<p>“Because I want to know.”</p> +<p>“What business can it be of yours?” demanded Ernest +boldly.</p> +<p>“Don’t be impudent, boy! Hand me the package of +money.”</p> +<p>“I have no package of money.”</p> +<p>“Then you have bonds.”</p> +<p>Ernest remained silent.</p> +<p>“I see that I have hit it. Now hand over the bonds, if +you value your life.”</p> +<p>He spoke sternly and looked so fierce that the boy messenger +became more and more alarmed. He saw that he +must give up the package, but determined to hold out in +his resistance as long as possible.</p> +<p>“The package is not mine, and I have no right to surrender +it,” he said.</p> +<p>“I’ll take the responsibility, boy. You can’t be blamed, +for you can’t help yourself.”</p> +<p>As he spoke he passed his hand over Ernest’s vest, which +he saw projected more than was usual, and discovered the +hiding place of the important package.</p> +<p>Instantly he had torn open the vest and drawn out the +envelope.</p> +<p>“I thought I should find it,” he said in a tone of +triumph.</p> +<p>Ernest felt very much dejected. It was a mortification +to lose the first large sum with which he had been +intrusted.</p> +<p>“Will you tell me who you are?” he asked abruptly.</p> +<p>“First let me know who you think I am.”</p> +<p>As the driver spoke he eyed Ernest sharply.</p> +<p>“Is your name Fox?” asked the young messenger.</p> +<p>His companion laughed.</p> +<p>“I know Mr. Fox,” he answered.</p> +<p>“You are either Fox or a member of his band.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71' name='page_71'></a>71</span></p> +<p>“You seem to be a sharp boy; I won’t tell you whether +you are right or not.”</p> +<p>“I suppose I may go now?”</p> +<p>“Where do you want to go?”</p> +<p>Ernest hesitated. This was a question which he could +not at once answer. To go on to Lee’s Falls without the +packet would do little good. Yet the bank officers there +ought to know that the bonds intended for them had been +stolen.</p> +<p>“I will go to Lee’s Falls,” he said.</p> +<p>“Not at present; I have other views for you.” As he +spoke the robber turned his horse to the right. Wholly +ignorant as to where he was to be carried, Ernest sank +back in his seat and resigned himself as well as he could +to the situation.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVI_IN_THE_OUTLAW_S_HOME' id='XVI_IN_THE_OUTLAW_S_HOME'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> +<h3>IN THE OUTLAW’S HOME</h3> +</div> + +<p>Where he was to be carried or what was to be his +fate, Ernest could not conjecture, nor did he speculate +much. It was enough for him to know that he was in +the power of one of the notorious outlaws.</p> +<p>There was considerable difference between his appearance +and that of the man at his side. He was silent and +depressed, while James Fox, for it was he, seemed in excellent +spirits. He turned to the boy with the remark: +“You don’t say much.”</p> +<p>“No, for it would be no good.”</p> +<p>“Brace up, boy! There is no occasion to look as if +you were going to a funeral.”</p> +<p>“Give me back the bonds and I will look lively enough.”</p> +<p>“Come now, don’t be foolish. These bonds don’t belong +to you.”</p> +<p>“They were given into my care.”</p> +<p>“Very well! You took as good care of them as you +could.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72' name='page_72'></a>72</span></p> +<p>“I shall be held responsible for them.”</p> +<p>“No, you won’t. I shall send your employers a letter +letting them know that you did the best you could to +keep them out of my hands. But perhaps they never +heard of me,” and he laughed.</p> +<p>“If your name is Fox they have heard of you.”</p> +<p>“There is no need to beat about the bush. My name +is Fox—James Fox.”</p> +<p>“What made you take up such a business, Mr. Fox?” +asked Ernest gravely.</p> +<p>“Well, I like that! You, a kid, undertake to lecture +me.”</p> +<p>“You were once a kid yourself.”</p> +<p>The outlaw’s face grew grave suddenly and his tone +became thoughtful.</p> +<p>“Yes, I was a kid once. At sixteen—is that your +age?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Well, at sixteen I was as innocent as you. I had a +good mother then. If she had lived perhaps I would +have turned out different. Why, it seems a great joke, +doesn’t it. I attended Sunday-school till I was fifteen. +Are you afraid that you will come to harm?”</p> +<p>Ernest looked intently in the brigand’s face.</p> +<p>“No,” he said, after a pause. “I think you won’t do +me any more harm. But you can do me a great favor.”</p> +<p>“What is that—return you the bonds?”</p> +<p>“I would ask that if I thought you would do it, but I +don’t expect it. I should like to have you release me and +let me go home.”</p> +<p>“I can’t do that, for I want you to visit me. You +may not think it, but I always liked young people. It +will be quite a pleasure to me to have you for a visitor.”</p> +<p>“Thank you, but I am afraid that I shall become an +unwilling guest.”</p> +<p>“Besides, it will be a pleasure to my little boy to meet +you. He does not often meet other boys.”</p> +<p>“Have you a son?” asked Ernest in surprise.</p> +<p>The outlaw’s face softened. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73' name='page_73'></a>73</span></p> +<p>“Yes,” he answered. “He is a sweet little boy, as I +can say even if he is my son. His name is Frank. +Would you like to see his picture?”</p> +<p>“Yes,” answered Ernest, with interest.</p> +<p>James Fox drew from an inner pocket a small card +photograph of a young boy with a very winning face. +Ernest was attracted, for unlike many boys of his age he +liked younger children. He looked at the picture long +and earnestly.</p> +<p>“It is a sweet face,” he said at last.</p> +<p>“Isn’t it?” asked the proud father.</p> +<p>“Is his mother living?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“Was there no difficulty in getting it taken?”</p> +<p>“I suppose you mean on account of my profession. +Well, there might be around here, but this was taken in +Minneapolis—about a year ago. It was one of the few +visits that Frank has made with me.”</p> +<p>“Are you going to bring him up to your business?”</p> +<p>“Take care, boy!” said the outlaw, frowning. “Don’t +be impertinent.”</p> +<p>“I don’t mean to be. Do you think the question an +improper one?”</p> +<p>“Well, perhaps I have no right to think so. Somehow +the business, though it seems all right to me, I couldn’t +think of for my boy. No, I shall soon place him at +school, where no one will know that he is related to the +celebrated outlaw. I want him brought up to lead an +honest life.”</p> +<p>“I am glad you do. I respect you for that.”</p> +<p>“My lad, you seem to be one of the right sort. As +you will see my son I want you to promise me that +you won’t say a word about the business I am engaged +in.”</p> +<p>“I will make that promise. Then the boy doesn’t +know?”</p> +<p>“No, he has no suspicion. He is too young to think +much about that. Perhaps if he had associated with other +boys much he would have found out.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74' name='page_74'></a>74</span></p> +<p>While this conversation was going on they had entered +a wood, and the road became wilder and rougher. Indeed, +it was hardly a road, but rather a lane, narrow and +grass-grown.</p> +<p>Ernest began to wonder in what sort of a home his +companion lived. His evident affection for his son gave +Ernest a different feeling toward him. It was plain that +he had a softer side to his nature, bandit though he +was.</p> +<p>Ernest had never read the story of Jekyll and Hyde, +but he felt instinctively that the man beside him had a +double nature. On the road he was an outlaw, with corresponding +traits, a rough and unscrupulous man, but at +home and in the presence of his son, as Ernest judged, +he was a warm-hearted and affectionate father.</p> +<p>In truth, the young bank messenger looked forward +with interest to a meeting with the boy who was so dear +to the heart of a man whom the world generally supposed +to be a stranger to the softer emotions.</p> +<p>At length they reached a rocky hillside. Here the outlaw +pulled up his horse and jumped from the buggy. Ernest +looked at him in a questioning way.</p> +<p>“You can get out,” he said. “We have arrived.”</p> +<p>Ernest alighted and looked about him. He naturally +expected to see a dwelling of some kind, but there was +none in sight. If it was at a distance, why should +they not have driven to it?</p> +<p>James Fox looked at him with a smile, enjoying his +perplexity.</p> +<p>From his pocket he drew a large silk handkerchief.</p> +<p>“Come here, my boy,” he said.</p> +<p>Ernest did not quite understand what he proposed to +do, but he felt better acquainted with the outlaw now, and +he knew that there was no cause for apprehension. He +accordingly approached without question.</p> +<p>James Fox bandaged his eyes so that he could see +nothing. Then he took him by the hand and led him +forward.</p> +<p>Ernest could not tell what was being done, but he found +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75' name='page_75'></a>75</span> +himself walking on a rocky path, hand in hand with his +guide. How far he walked he could not tell. It might +have been two hundred feet. Then his guide stopped, +and of course he stopped too.</p> +<p>Next the handkerchief was removed and he found himself +in what seemed a rocky cavern. At any rate it was +a large room of irregular shape, but the stone floor had +been made smooth and was covered by a soft carpet. It +was furnished like a sitting-room in a private house. +There were comfortable chairs, including a rocking-chair +and a capacious armchair. On one side of the room was +an inviting-looking couch.</p> +<p>Of course there would have been perfect darkness but +for artificial light. On a table was a large student’s lamp +and in a niche in the wall was another. Besides this there +was a lantern hanging from the roof of the chamber, but +this was not lighted.</p> +<p>Ernest looked about him with curiosity and surprise. +It was something new to him and recalled a story he had +once read in which a cave dwelling was described.</p> +<p>“Well, what do you think of it?” asked the outlaw, +smiling.</p> +<p>“It is wonderful,” said Ernest.</p> +<p>“You did not know where I was bringing you?”</p> +<p>“No. It is a cave, is it not?”</p> +<p>“Well, it looks like it.”</p> +<p>“There are other rooms, are there not?”</p> +<p>“Yes, but this is my private apartment; my parlor, +you may call it. This is my sleeping room.”</p> +<p>He drew aside the hangings on the farther side and +revealed an inner chamber of less size.</p> +<p>On a bed Ernest’s attention was drawn to the figure of +a sleeping boy—evidently the original of the picture which +the outlaw had shown him.</p> +<p>“That is your son?” asked Ernest.</p> +<p>“Yes, that is Frank.”</p> +<p>The outlaw’s stern countenance softened as he regarded +the sleeping boy.</p> +<p>Suddenly the boy stirred; he opened his eyes and when +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76' name='page_76'></a>76</span> +he recognized his father a glad smile lighted up his innocent +face.</p> +<p>“Papa!” he said, and James Fox bent over and kissed +him.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVII_FRANK' id='XVII_FRANK'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> +<h3>FRANK</h3> +</div> + +<p>After kissing his father the young boy looked inquisitively +at Ernest.</p> +<p>“Who is that boy, papa?” he asked.</p> +<p>“I have brought him here to stay with you. Shall you +like to have his company?”</p> +<p>“Yes, papa. You know it is very lonely while you are +away. What is his name?”</p> +<p>The outlaw looked at Ernest significantly. He took +the hint and answered: “My name is Ernest Ray.”</p> +<p>“How old are you, Ernest?” went on the boy.</p> +<p>“Sixteen.”</p> +<p>“I am only ten.”</p> +<p>“Are you going to get up, Frank?” asked his father.</p> +<p>“Yes,” answered the young boy briskly. “I got +sleepy because I was alone. Where did papa find you, +Ernest?”</p> +<p>“Oh, I met him outside and he took me to ride.”</p> +<p>James Fox looked approval of this answer.</p> +<p>“I am glad you came with him.”</p> +<p>By this time Frank had slid from the bed and put his +hand in Ernest’s.</p> +<p>“Come here,” he said, “and I will show you my books.”</p> +<p>Led by his small companion Ernest went up to a bookcase +which he had not before observed in the main room. +About thirty books stood on the shelves.</p> +<p>“Where did you get your books?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Papa bought them for me in Minneapolis. Were you +ever in Minneapolis?”</p> +<p>“No.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77' name='page_77'></a>77</span></p> +<p>“It is a nice place. Sometimes I think I would like +to live there instead of here.”</p> +<p>“You are not getting tired of home, are you, Frank?” +asked his father half reproachfully.</p> +<p>“No, papa, but it is lonely here sometimes. Am I to +live here always?”</p> +<p>“No, Frank. Some time I will send you to school. +But you won’t see me every day then.”</p> +<p>“Then I don’t want to go.”</p> +<p>The outlaw stooped over and kissed the boy.</p> +<p>“Now, Frank, I have something to do, so you may +amuse yourself with Ernest.”</p> +<p>“Can you play dominoes?” asked Frank.</p> +<p>“Yes; have you a set?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>The boy opened a drawer in a bureau and drew out a +box of dominoes. He poured them out on the table and +they began to play the ordinary game. When they tired +of that Ernest taught him a new one.</p> +<p>After they grew tired of playing Ernest read aloud +to the boy from one of his favorite books.</p> +<p>They were sitting together in the armchair when James +Fox, who had left the room, returned. He smiled approvingly +at the picture. He was pleased to think that +he had found a companion whom his boy liked.</p> +<p>“What have you been doing, Frank?” he asked.</p> +<p>“He has been reading to me, papa. He reads nicely +and I liked it very much.”</p> +<p>“I am sorry to interrupt you, but are not you young +people hungry?”</p> +<p>“I think I could eat something,” answered Ernest.</p> +<p>“Frank, you may bring him into the dining-room.”</p> +<p>The drapery was lifted and they passed into a room +as large as the one they were in. On a table in the center +a substantial meal, consisting principally of roast beef, +was set forth. An old colored woman hovered near, evidently +the cook.</p> +<p>“Juba,” said the outlaw, “this is a new boarder. His +name is Ernest.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78' name='page_78'></a>78</span></p> +<p>“Glad to see you, Massa Ernest,” rejoined the old +woman, nodding her turban. “Sit down here next to +Massa Frank.”</p> +<p>It seemed very strange to Ernest to reflect that he was +the guest of one of the famous outlaws of whom he had +heard so much. He was half inclined to doubt whether +it was real. If he had been alone he would have pinched +himself to see whether he was awake or dreaming. Here +he was in the bowels of the earth on intimate terms with +an outlaw and his family. How long was he to stay in +the cavern? That was a question impossible to answer. +Meanwhile he was hungry and the dinner was well +cooked.</p> +<p>“Where is Uncle John, papa?” asked Frank suddenly.</p> +<p>Ernest remembered that one of the Fox brothers was +named John, and he awaited the answer with interest.</p> +<p>James Fox seemed busily thinking and Frank had to +repeat the question.</p> +<p>“Your Uncle John?” repeated the outlaw. “He went +away on business.”</p> +<p>“What kind of business, papa?”</p> +<p>It was a natural question, but it startled James Fox. +He saw that as his son became older it might not be easy +to evade embarrassing questions.</p> +<p>“You seem curious, Frank,” he answered after a pause. +“You wouldn’t understand if I were to tell you.”</p> +<p>“Will you teach me your business some day, papa?”</p> +<p>It was on the tip of the outlaw’s tongue to say, +“Heaven forbid!” but he only answered: “Wait till you +are older, Frank. Then we will talk about it.”</p> +<p>At length they rose from the table.</p> +<p>They went back to the main room and Ernest read a +little more to the young boy. But Frank’s eyes grew +heavy and he finally dropped off to sleep.</p> +<p>“Shall I lay him on the bed, Mr. Fox?” asked Ernest.</p> +<p>“No, I will do so.”</p> +<p>He took the boy tenderly in his arms.</p> +<p>“If I had known he would fall asleep I would have undressed +him,” he said. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79' name='page_79'></a>79</span></p> +<p>After placing the boy on the bed he resumed his seat +in the armchair and began to smoke. Finally he looked +over at Ernest.</p> +<p>“Do you like my little boy?” he asked abruptly.</p> +<p>“He is a dear little fellow,” answered Ernest.</p> +<p>“So he is,” said the father in a soft voice. “You have +no prejudice against him because he is my son?”</p> +<p>“No,” answered Ernest. “Whatever you are he is +not responsible.”</p> +<p>“True, but all might not take that view of it. I don’t +know why I should speak so confidentially to you, lad, +but if I ever regret my line of life it is when I look at +him. I wouldn’t like to have his future marred by his +association with me. I wouldn’t like people to turn from +him because he was an outlaw’s son.”</p> +<p>“I hope you will forgive my boldness,” said Ernest, +“but don’t you think you will ever change your mode of +life?”</p> +<p>“It is too late; I am too well known. Yet who +knows?” he said after a pause.</p> +<p>At nine o’clock Juba entered the room.</p> +<p>“Has John returned?” asked the outlaw.</p> +<p>“No, massa.”</p> +<p>A shade of anxiety overspread the outlaw’s face.</p> +<p>“He should have been here before this,” he said. Then +looking at Ernest he said: “I am going out a while. +Lie down on the bed with Frank and if he wakes up undress +him.”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>An hour later Frank and Ernest were sleeping peacefully +side by side.</p> +<p>When Ernest awoke the next morning Frank was still +asleep on the bed beside him. In the large room adjoining, +James Fox lay on the lounge. He had given +up his bed to Ernest. He had not himself undressed, +but had thrown himself on the couch in his ordinary +clothes.</p> +<p>Breakfast was ready by the time they were, and the +three sat down together. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80' name='page_80'></a>80</span></p> +<p>“Where is Uncle John, papa?” asked Frank.</p> +<p>“He has not returned, Frank,” said James Fox, soberly.</p> +<p>“What made him stay away all night?”</p> +<p>“Probably it was business,” answered the outlaw, but +Ernest noticed that he looked disturbed.</p> +<p>In truth he had been out till two o’clock seeking for +his brother, who he feared had got into trouble. We +know that he was in the prison at Crampton, whither he +had been conveyed by Luke Robbins and Ezekiel Mason. +Of course it was in the mind of James Fox that his brother +might have been arrested, since this was a risk which he +daily incurred.</p> +<p>Just as breakfast was over there was a new arrival. It +was a tall, stalwart fellow whom James Fox addressed as +Hugh.</p> +<p>“Do you bring any news, Hugh?” asked the outlaw +eagerly.</p> +<p>“Yes,” answered Hugh Humphries.</p> +<p>“Is it about John?”</p> +<p>Hugh glanced significantly at the two boys. Ernest +he saw for the first time.</p> +<p>James Fox understood and followed Hugh out of the +room.</p> +<p>“Well,” he said inquiringly when they were out of +hearing.</p> +<p>“Mr. John is in trouble,” answered Hugh briefly.</p> +<p>“Go on,” said James Fox. “Do you know where he +is?”</p> +<p>“In Crampton jail.”</p> +<p>“Go on. Give me the particulars.”</p> +<p>“He was carried there by two persons.”</p> +<p>“Who were they?”</p> +<p>“One I think was a farmer who lives in Claremont. +The other seemed to be a Quaker.”</p> +<p>“I don’t remember any Quaker in this neighborhood. +He must be a stranger hereabouts.”</p> +<p>“I think I have seen him before.”</p> +<p>“Where?”</p> +<p>“At the Emmonsville bank. I was passing there one +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81' name='page_81'></a>81</span> +day in disguise and, chancing to look in, I saw this man +sitting on a bench near the paying teller’s desk.”</p> +<p>“Ah!” said James Fox, thoughtfully. “He may be +a detective.”</p> +<p>“That is what I thought.”</p> +<p>“That is bad news, but the jail at Crampton is not +very strong. I have been confined there myself and made +my escape. However, John will need assistance from the +outside.”</p> +<p>“I see you have a new boy,” said Hugh curiously. +“When did you pick him up?”</p> +<p>“Yesterday, a few miles from here. He is a bank messenger.”</p> +<p>“From what bank?”</p> +<p>“The Emmonsville bank.”</p> +<p>“Then he may know something of this Quaker detective?”</p> +<p>“Well suggested. I will question him.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVIII_FOX_S_BAND' id='XVIII_FOX_S_BAND'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> +<h3>FOX’S BAND</h3> +</div> + +<p>When James Fox returned to the apartment where the +boys were still seated at the table he said: “Ernest, I +should like to speak to you a minute.”</p> +<p>Ernest followed him out of the room.</p> +<p>“Is there any person connected with the bank at Emmonsville +who wears the dress of a Quaker?” began the +outlaw.</p> +<p>Ernest hesitated a moment.</p> +<p>“Speak out, boy!” said Fox. “I must and will +know.”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>“Is he a detective?”</p> +<p>“He may act as such.”</p> +<p>“Is he under pay at the bank?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82' name='page_82'></a>82</span></p> +<p>“I think he is.”</p> +<p>“Do you know where he is now?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“Was he at the bank when you left it yesterday afternoon?”</p> +<p>“No, sir.”</p> +<p>“Do you know where he was?”</p> +<p>“I saw him ride away with a farmer.”</p> +<p>James Fox and Hugh exchanged glances. Their suspicions +were confirmed.</p> +<p>“Is he in any trouble?” asked Ernest, becoming a +questioner in his turn.</p> +<p>“No. For aught I know he may be at the bank.”</p> +<p>Ernest looked relieved and for two reasons. He was +glad that Luke was not in trouble. Then he knew that +when his disappearance was discovered Luke would leave +no stone unturned to rescue him. It was a comfort to +think that he had a powerful friend outside.</p> +<p>“That will do,” said the outlaw. “You may return to +Frank.”</p> +<p>“How long are you going to keep me here?” asked +Ernest anxiously.</p> +<p>“Are you tired of remaining with us?”</p> +<p>There was something in the outlaw’s tone that savored +of kindness. Ernest felt that in some way he had ingratiated +himself with him.</p> +<p>“I would like my freedom. I am not used to confinement,” +he said.</p> +<p>“Very natural. I cannot let you go just yet, but I +will not allow you to be harmed. Listen! I shall be away +all day probably. Do what you can to amuse Frank.”</p> +<p>“I will. I should be very lonely without him.”</p> +<p>“That is a good boy, Hugh,” said James Fox, as +Ernest left them. “I should like to keep him with us.”</p> +<p>“Why don’t you then?”</p> +<p>“I am afraid he would be unhappy.”</p> +<p>“I never knew you to take such a liking to a boy before.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83' name='page_83'></a>83</span></p> +<p>“I never have. Indeed I have seldom met any. All +my dealings have been with men. But, Hugh, we must +lose no time. We must try to rescue John. It is no more +than he would do for me if our cases were reversed.”</p> +<p>“Very well, captain. I am ready to follow wherever +you lead.”</p> +<p>“I know that, Hugh. You have always been faithful +to my brother and myself.”</p> +<p>“I always will be, captain,” said Hugh, with a look of +loyal devotion.</p> +<p>“I know it. I am sure that we have no better friend +than Hugh Humphries.”</p> +<p>“You only do me justice, captain. Will you forgive +me if I say something?”</p> +<p>“Say what you please, Hugh.”</p> +<p>“What you have said of me is just, but I don’t think +you can say it of all in the band.”</p> +<p>“Is there anyone whom you suspect?”</p> +<p>“I don’t take much stock in Peter Longman.”</p> +<p>“I am afraid you are suspicious, Hugh.”</p> +<p>“Not without cause. I have noticed some things about +him that I don’t like. I think he is quite capable of turning +against you.”</p> +<p>“I have never remarked anything of the sort, but I +know you would not speak without cause. Tell me what +you want me to do.”</p> +<p>“Only to be on your guard. Don’t trust Peter as you +trust me.”</p> +<p>“I never have. And now have you any suggestions to +make?”</p> +<p>“You might visit this farmer who helped the Quaker +arrest your brother.”</p> +<p>“It may be a good plan. Who is the farmer?”</p> +<p>“His name is Ezekiel Mason.”</p> +<p>“I know where he lives. He is the last man I should +suppose would be capable of such mischief.”</p> +<p>“He could have done nothing without the Quaker’s +help.”</p> +<p>“Very well, we will take the farm on the way. Still +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84' name='page_84'></a>84</span> +I don’t know that we shall learn anything beyond what +we already know.”</p> +<p>Before leaving the cave they disguised themselves as +farm workmen. In this dress they approached the farmhouse, +but there was something that diverted them from +their original purpose and led them to keep their distance.</p> +<p>Sitting on the portico was a tall man dressed as a +Quaker.</p> +<p>“That’s the man!” said Hugh quickly. “That’s the +man who drove up to the jail last evening with your +brother.”</p> +<p>James Fox looked at him closely.</p> +<p>“It is best to let sleeping dogs lie,” he said. “We +will push on to the jail.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIX_LIVING_WITH_THIEVES' id='XIX_LIVING_WITH_THIEVES'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2> +<h3>LIVING WITH THIEVES</h3> +</div> + +<p>Meanwhile Ernest was left in the cave with Frank. +He had been brought in blindfolded and was therefore +ignorant as to the entrance or exit. He thought he might, +without arousing the boy’s suspicion, seek information +from him on these points.</p> +<p>“Are there many rooms here, Frank?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Oh, a good many,” answered the boy.</p> +<p>“Have you been in many?”</p> +<p>“I have been around with papa.”</p> +<p>“I should like to go around,” said Ernest. “Suppose +we take a little walk.”</p> +<p>The boy was quite ready to accept any suggestion from +Ernest. So he took his hand and they went from the +main room farther into the cavern.</p> +<p>Ernest found that only the portion near the entrance +had been furnished. Beyond there was a large amount of +empty space. Here and there a small light revealed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85' name='page_85'></a>85</span> +trunks and boxes arranged without regard to regularity. +These, Ernest conjectured, contained stolen articles +which had accumulated during the years in which the +dreaded outlaws had been a power and a menace in the +neighborhood.</p> +<p>It occurred to him that he would like to open some of +these boxes, but the companionship of the boy prevented.</p> +<p>He ventured to ask, however: “What is in those boxes, +Frank?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know. Something of papa’s and Uncle +John’s.”</p> +<p>As they kept on they reached parts of the cavern which +were quite empty. The Fox brothers were in the position +of householders who occupied a house too large for their +needs.</p> +<p>By and by the lamps ceased and the portion farther +on looked dark and gloomy.</p> +<p>“I am afraid to go any farther, Ernest.”</p> +<p>“Why, Frank? What are you afraid of?”</p> +<p>“There may be wild animals there.”</p> +<p>“But how could they live there?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know, but papa told me there were some.”</p> +<p>Ernest understood why the boy had been told this. +It was to prevent his going too far. But it made Ernest +all the more eager to continue his explorations.</p> +<p>“Even if there were any wild animals I would protect +you, Frank.”</p> +<p>“But we may not find our way back. It is so dark,” +said the child with a shudder.</p> +<p>“I won’t go farther. But, see, it seems to be lighter.”</p> +<p>At a point fifty feet farther on, through a rift in the +roof, a gleam of light entered the cavern.</p> +<p>Ernest was anxious to trace this, for, as he judged, it +came from some outlet, through which he might possibly +obtain deliverance.</p> +<p>“Stay where you are,” he said. “I will just go forward +and see what I can.”</p> +<p>“Don’t stay long,” entreated Frank nervously.</p> +<p>“No, I won’t.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86' name='page_86'></a>86</span></p> +<p>Ernest was just as well pleased to go forward alone, +for if there were really, as he supposed, an outlet, it was +as well that Frank should not have his attention drawn +to it, lest he should speak of it to his father and so reveal +the fact of their explorations. This might excite the suspicion +of James Fox and put a stop to their further +walks.</p> +<p>Continuing on alone, Ernest then saw, perhaps fifteen +feet above him, an opening some three feet in diameter, +through which he could obtain a glimpse of the clear +sky above.</p> +<p>It made his heart beat with exultation and longing. +There was freedom if he could only manage somehow to +lift himself up to the outlet and make his way through it.</p> +<p>“What is it, Ernest?” asked Frank.</p> +<p>“Oh, it is nothing,” answered Ernest with studied indifference. +“It isn’t anything you would care to see.”</p> +<p>The little boy accepted this assurance, for he did not +feel the interest that excited Ernest.</p> +<p>“Let us go back,” he said, as he resumed his clasp of +Ernest’s hand.</p> +<p>“Yes, we will go back. Have you ever been as far as +this before?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“Then we had better not say anything about it. Your +papa might not like it.”</p> +<p>“All right, Ernest. Will you read to me when you go +back?”</p> +<p>“Yes, Frank.”</p> +<p>Ernest was glad to comply with the little boy’s request, +as he thought he might in this way put the thoughts +of their exploration out of his mind.</p> +<p>They were fortunate enough to get back without exciting +the attention of Juba, who was busy in the kitchen.</p> +<p>Her work, however, was soon over and she brought her +sewing into the room where the two boys were seated.</p> +<p>“Well, Massa Frank, what am you doing?”</p> +<p>“Ernest is reading to me. Why don’t you ever read +to me, Juba?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87' name='page_87'></a>87</span></p> +<p>“O lor’, chile, you know I can’t read.”</p> +<p>“But why can’t you read? You’re old enough.”</p> +<p>“Yes, honey, I’m old enough, but I never had no +chance to learn.”</p> +<p>“Why didn’t you?” persisted Frank. “Didn’t you +go to school when you was little?”</p> +<p>“No, chile, never went to school. They didn’t have no +schools where I was raised.”</p> +<p>“Where was that?”</p> +<p>“In ole Virginny.”</p> +<p>“Were you a slave, Juba?” asked Ernest.</p> +<p>“Yes, massa, I was a slave.”</p> +<p>“And how did you get here?”</p> +<p>“It was all along of the war. Ole massa he went to +the war and got killed. Then young massa went, and he +got killed, too. Then one day there came an officer—one +of Abe Linkum’s officers—and he told us we were free and +might go where we pleased.”</p> +<p>“Weren’t you glad to be free?” asked Ernest.</p> +<p>“No, honey, we didn’t know where to go nor what to +do. We’d allus had some one to look after us, but now +there wasn’t anybody.”</p> +<p>“Were you married, Juba?”</p> +<p>“Yes, but I don’t know whether my ole man is livin’ or +not. He was sold down in Georgie to a cousin of ole +massa.”</p> +<p>“Then he may be living yet?”</p> +<p>“Yes, honey.”</p> +<p>“How old are you, Juba?” asked Frank.</p> +<p>“I don’t know, chile. I’s powerful old. S’pecs I’s a +hundred.”</p> +<p>Ernest smiled.</p> +<p>“No, Juba,” he said, “you are not nearly a hundred. +You may be sixty.”</p> +<p>“Juba, did you ever hear about Uncle Tom?”</p> +<p>“Yes, chile, I knew Uncle Tom,” was the unexpected +reply. “He was raised on Mr. Jackson’s place next to +ours.”</p> +<p>Ernest asked some question about this Uncle Tom, but +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88' name='page_88'></a>88</span> +learned, as he expected, that it was quite a different person +from the negro immortalized by Mrs. Stowe.</p> +<p>In looking over Frank’s books Ernest found an old +copy of “Uncle Tom’s Cabin,” and taking it down he +read some portions, particularly those relating to Topsy. +Both Frank and Juba were very much entertained.</p> +<p>“Did you know Topsy, Juba?” asked Frank.</p> +<p>“No, chile, never knowed Topsy. She must have been +a no-account young nigga. If she’d lived on our plantation +she’d have got flogged for her impudence.”</p> +<p>“How did you come here, Juba?” asked Frank.</p> +<p>“One of them officers took me to Chicago. I lived out +with a lady, but when she died, I went to a ’telligence office +and there I met your papa. He brought me out here. +I didn’t at first like livin’ down under the ground, but I +don’t mind it now. Massa Fox treats me well, and I ain’t +no wish to change.”</p> +<p>This was the substance of what Juba had to communicate. +The rest of the day passed quietly. At nightfall +James Fox came home, looking very sober. But he +came alone.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XX_ERNEST_EXPLORES_THE_CAVE' id='XX_ERNEST_EXPLORES_THE_CAVE'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2> +<h3>ERNEST EXPLORES THE CAVE</h3> +</div> + +<p>James Fox had very little to say during the evening. +He was evidently preoccupied and anxious and paid scant +attention to the boys.</p> +<p>Frank knew so little of his father’s business or occupation +that he could conceive of no cause for worriment. +When his advances met with little response he asked: +“Have you got a headache, papa?”</p> +<p>“No—yes, child. My head troubles me some. Be as +quiet as you can.”</p> +<p>“Will it disturb you if I play checkers with Ernest, +papa?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89' name='page_89'></a>89</span></p> +<p>“No, I should like to have you amuse yourself,” answered +the outlaw.</p> +<p>He directed the boys to go to bed early. They slept +together and he threw himself on the lounge without taking +off his clothes.</p> +<p>Ernest slept well. When he woke up at eight o’clock +he saw that Frank was still sleeping, but his host was +already up.</p> +<p>Juba came into the room.</p> +<p>“Get up, children,” she said. “Breakfast is ready.”</p> +<p>“Where is papa?” asked Frank.</p> +<p>“He took breakfast an hour ago, honey.”</p> +<p>“What made him get up so early?”</p> +<p>“’Portant business called him away.”</p> +<p>“Where’s Uncle John?”</p> +<p>“He hasn’t been home.”</p> +<p>“Has he got ’portant business too?”</p> +<p>“’Specs he has, honey.”</p> +<p>“It doesn’t seem nice to take breakfast without papa,” +said the little boy.</p> +<p>“You may consider me your papa, Frank,” observed +Ernest.</p> +<p>“But you’re not big enough to be a papa.”</p> +<p>When breakfast was over there was the long day before +them to be filled up in some way.</p> +<p>“Don’t you ever wish to go out of the cave, Frank?” +asked Ernest.</p> +<p>“Where?” asked the little boy.</p> +<p>“Into the bright sunshine, out on the green grass and +under the trees.”</p> +<p>“Yes, I think I should like it,” answered Frank +thoughtfully. “But papa does not want me to go. I don’t +know why. Do many little boys live in caves like me?”</p> +<p>“No, I don’t think so.”</p> +<p>“Can they walk about in the sunshine and play?”</p> +<p>“I always did.”</p> +<p>“Do you like it better than living here?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then what made you come here?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90' name='page_90'></a>90</span></p> +<p>This was an embarrassing question and Ernest felt that +he must answer carefully.</p> +<p>“Your papa wanted me to make you a visit,” he replied +after a pause.</p> +<p>“And I am glad you came. It isn’t so lonely for me. +Before I had only Juba.”</p> +<p>“Wouldn’t she play with you?” asked Ernest with a +smile.</p> +<p>“Juba is too old to play. I hope you will stay with +me a good while.”</p> +<p>Ernest could not echo this wish, so he answered evasively:</p> +<p>“I can’t tell yet how long I shall stay. But the time +will come when you will leave the cave and live like other +little boys in a house.”</p> +<p>“Did papa tell you that?”</p> +<p>“He told me that he should send you to school before +long.”</p> +<p>“What is a school like?” asked the little boy anxiously.</p> +<p>“There will be a good many boys, some older, some +younger than yourself. You will study lessons together +and play together.”</p> +<p>“I think that will be nice.”</p> +<p>“Yes, I am sure you will enjoy it.”</p> +<p>“Did you ever go to school?”</p> +<p>“Oh, yes; I went to school for some years.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps you will go to school with me?”</p> +<p>“I can’t tell,” answered Ernest vaguely. “Perhaps +Juba will go to school with you.”</p> +<p>Frank laughed.</p> +<p>“She would look funny going to school,” he said.</p> +<p>“What’s dat you sayin’ ’bout Juba, Massa Ernest?” +asked the old woman.</p> +<p>“I told Frank you might go to school with him.”</p> +<p>“Maybe I’d go and take care of him, honey.”</p> +<p>“But you wouldn’t want to study?”</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t study nohow. I’s a poor, ignorant nigger.”</p> +<p>“Don’t you think you could learn to read?”</p> +<p>“No, I couldn’t. It takes white folks to read.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91' name='page_91'></a>91</span></p> +<p>“No; Juba, when I went to school there was a colored +boy in my class, and he was one of the smartest scholars +we had.”</p> +<p>“And was he a nigger?” asked Juba.</p> +<p>“We didn’t call him that, but he was a colored boy. +If he could learn to read I am sure you could.”</p> +<p>“It’s no use, chile. I’m too old now.”</p> +<p>Much as he liked Frank, it was irksome to Ernest to +remain all day in the cave.</p> +<p>They got through the forenoon somehow, taking dinner +at twelve o’clock.</p> +<p>About two o’clock Frank complained of being sleepy.</p> +<p>“You won’t mind if I go to sleep for an hour, +Ernest?” he said.</p> +<p>“Oh, no,” answered Ernest. “I can read.”</p> +<p>Since his exploration of the day before Ernest had +been longing to visit once more the same portion of the +cave. But he wanted to go alone. He had a hope that +through the aperture in the roof he might effect his escape. +It would not do to have Frank with him, as this +would interfere with his plan. Now the longed-for opportunity +was almost at hand.</p> +<p>He took a volume from the bookshelf and sitting down +beside the bed began to read. But his mind was not on +the book, though at another time he would have enjoyed +it. He watched Frank and in less than fifteen minutes +saw that he was fast asleep.</p> +<p>Then he left the room, Juba being occupied in the +kitchen. He secured his hat, as he would need it in case +he effected his escape.</p> +<p>As he passed through that apartment in the cave where +there were trunks and boxes it occurred to him to open one +of them. He was rather surprised that it should be unlocked.</p> +<p>It was filled with a miscellaneous assortment of articles, +but on top to his surprise and joy he recognized the envelope +containing the bonds that had been taken from +him.</p> +<p>If he left the cave he would want these, and therefore +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92' name='page_92'></a>92</span> +he had no hesitation in taking them. He put them in the +inside pocket of his vest and kept on his way.</p> +<p>In a short time he reached the spot lighted by the aperture +in the roof.</p> +<p>The opening was large enough for him to get through, +but the difficulty was that it was fifteen feet above the +floor of the cave. Ernest was something of a gymnast, +but it was out of his power to reach the opening through +which he could obtain deliverance.</p> +<p>He looked about to see if there were any articles he +could pile upon one another to attain the aperture. But +the cave was quite empty of articles of any description, +nor could he find any that he could move in the portions +which he had already traversed.</p> +<p>It was aggravating to be so near freedom and yet unable +to obtain it. Just above him, he could see the blue +sky and the cheerful sunshine, while he was a prisoner in +a dark cavern.</p> +<p>Was there no way of reaching the opening? he asked +himself.</p> +<p>If he had to give up hope he would feel obliged to return +the envelope to the box from which he had taken it. +Were its loss discovered he would of course be searched +and kept in stricter seclusion than before.</p> +<p>In the room used by the outlaw as a sitting-room he +might be able to find what he needed. But he could not +remove anything without being detected, and should he +return there he would possibly find Frank awake, which +would spoil all.</p> +<p>It looked as if he would have to give up the chance +that had come to him. In thoughtful mood he walked +slowly back. All at once an idea struck him. In the +room where the trunks and boxes were stored he had seen +a long rope. Could he do anything with it?</p> +<p>Looking up at the aperture he noticed a jagged projection +on one side.</p> +<p>“If I could attach the rope to that,” he reflected, “I +could draw myself up hand over hand till I reached the +top, and then it would go hard if I didn’t get out.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93' name='page_93'></a>93</span></p> +<p>With new hope in his heart he retraced his steps rapidly +till he reached the storeroom.</p> +<p>He knew just where to look for the rope. He examined +it carefully and found it very stout and strong.</p> +<p>He took it back with him. Then making a loop at one +end he stood under the opening and threw it up as he +would a lasso. He had to try a dozen times before he +contrived to circle the projection with the loop.</p> +<p>Then pulling it taut he began to climb hand over hand +as he had many a time done in sport. Now his deliverance +depended upon it.</p> +<p>Slowly, foot by foot, he approached the opening, not +knowing whether if he reached it he would be able to draw +himself through the hole.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXI_OUT_OF_THE_FRYINGPAN' id='XXI_OUT_OF_THE_FRYINGPAN'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2> +<h3>OUT OF THE FRYING-PAN</h3> +</div> + +<p>Arrived at the opening, Ernest found that there was +a trap-door, which through carelessness had been left +open. It was, however, a serious problem to draw himself +up so as to profit by what he had already done.</p> +<p>Twice he failed and nearly lost his grip on the rope. +Then he caught hold of the projection from which the +rope depended, and by a supreme effort he succeeded, helping +himself by means of the trap-door in emerging from +his subterranean prison.</p> +<p>Stretching himself he took a deep breath and realized +joyfully not only that he was free, but that he had recovered +the valuable bonds of which he had been placed +in charge.</p> +<p>He began to look around him and tried to conjecture in +what direction he must go to reach Lee’s Falls. He was +quite at a loss, as he had been carried into the cave blindfolded. +But help seemed to be at hand. He saw at a +little distance, rapidly approaching him, a man of middle +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94' name='page_94'></a>94</span> +height whom he concluded to be a resident of some +place in the vicinity.</p> +<p>“Can you tell me in what direction I must go to reach +Lee’s Falls?” he asked.</p> +<p>The stranger paused and examined him.</p> +<p>“So you want to go to Lee’s Falls?” he said.</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>“Where do you come from?”</p> +<p>“From Emmonsville.”</p> +<p>“Direct?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“I saw you just now coming out of some opening in +the earth.”</p> +<p>This alarmed Ernest. He felt that he might be called +upon to explain where he had been.</p> +<p>“Who is this man?” he asked himself. “Is he one +who is likely to be in the confidence of the outlaws? If so +I have only got out of one scrape to fall into another.”</p> +<p>He studied the face of the man with whom he was +speaking and to his dismay noted a resemblance to James +Fox. He began to suspect that this was his brother.</p> +<p>Whether it was or not Ernest deemed it politic to say +as little as possible of his experiences and of what he knew +about the cave and its occupants.</p> +<p>“Yes,” he answered quietly; “there seems to be a cave +underneath. I found the trap-door open and went down, +but I regretted it, for I found it difficult to get out +again.”</p> +<p>His new acquaintance eyed him scrutinizingly, as if to +see whether he knew more than he was willing to reveal.</p> +<p>“So there is a cave underneath?” he said.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Have you any idea what it is used for?”</p> +<p>“I don’t think it is used at all. The room below seems +empty.”</p> +<p>The man regarded him fixedly.</p> +<p>“When did you leave Emmonsville?” he asked +abruptly.</p> +<p>“Yesterday,” answered Ernest in some confusion. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95' name='page_95'></a>95</span></p> +<p>“How does it happen that you have got no farther on +your way to Lee’s Falls?”</p> +<p>“I stopped at the cabin of an Indian,” answered +Ernest, making the only explanation he could think of.</p> +<p>The man smiled.</p> +<p>“Young man,” he said, “didn’t you pass last night in +this cave?”</p> +<p>Ernest saw that there was no further chance for subterfuge.</p> +<p>“Yes,” he answered.</p> +<p>“I thought so.”</p> +<p>“You were captured?” the other went on.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Have you any suspicion by whom this cave is occupied?”</p> +<p>“I presume by the Fox brothers.”</p> +<p>“Correct. I am one of them.”</p> +<p>“I began to think so.”</p> +<p>“How were you able to escape?”</p> +<p>“I was left with the little boy. He fell asleep and then +I began to explore.”</p> +<p>“Where is my brother?”</p> +<p>“He went out quite early, I presume in search of you.”</p> +<p>“Exactly. I suppose my brother heard that I was in +trouble?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“By the way, the Quaker detective through whom I +got into difficulty you doubtless know?”</p> +<p>“I do.”</p> +<p>“I was put into jail at Crampton, but I managed to +effect my escape. Are you connected in any way with the +Emmonsville bank?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“In what way?”</p> +<p>“As bank messenger.”</p> +<p>“Did my brother take anything from you?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Money?”</p> +<p>“No, bonds.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96' name='page_96'></a>96</span></p> +<p>“You are a sensible boy. You answer my questions +freely. You are a smart boy, too. It isn’t every lad of +your age who would have managed to effect an escape +from the cave. Do you remember the entrance?”</p> +<p>“No; I was carried into it blindfolded.”</p> +<p>“I thought my brother would be prudent. So you +couldn’t find it again.”</p> +<p>“No, I don’t think so.”</p> +<p>“Still I cannot run any risk. You will have to come +with me.”</p> +<p>“Where do you want to carry me?” asked Ernest, +much disturbed.</p> +<p>“I will carry you back to the cave.”</p> +<p>“Let me go free. I will promise not to reveal anything +that I have discovered.”</p> +<p>“I am sorry, boy, but you were made prisoner by my +brother, and I owe it to him to prevent your escape.”</p> +<p>It was intolerable to Ernest to think of having his +captivity renewed. He determined that he would at least +make an effort for freedom.</p> +<p>Accordingly he did not hesitate, but started to run, +hoping that in this way he might save himself. He had +always the reputation among his boy companions as a +sprinter, and resolved to see whether this was a lost art.</p> +<p>“So that’s your game, is it?” exclaimed the outlaw. +“It will go hard with me if I don’t catch you. Stop, or +it will be the worse for you!”</p> +<p>But Ernest had no intention of giving up so soon. He +only exerted himself the more.</p> +<p>The contest was not so unequal as might have been +supposed. Ernest was tall for his age, and the outlaw +was rather below the average height. So there was in +reality only about an inch difference in their height.</p> +<p>On the other hand, John Fox had, as might be supposed, +more strength and endurance. He was not over +weight and therefore not scant of breath. Ernest got +the start and this was an advantage. One ran about as +fast as the other, so it settled down into a contest of +endurance. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97' name='page_97'></a>97</span></p> +<p>The outlaw, however, was irritated at the unexpected +difficulty of his undertaking. He had thought that Ernest +would surrender.</p> +<p>“I wish I had my revolver,” he muttered.</p> +<p>Had the outlaw been aware that Ernest had in his possession +the packet of bonds which had impelled his brother +to make him a captive his zeal would have been increased. +He knew, of course, that the bonds would be taken from +him and he could conceive of no chance of the boy’s recovering +them.</p> +<p>They flew over the ground, maintaining the same relative +distance. But there was an unexpected contingency +that worked to the disadvantage of Ernest.</p> +<p>Directly in his path was a projecting root which in his +haste escaped his notice. He tripped over it, and as a +natural consequence he measured his length on the ground.</p> +<p>The outlaw’s face lighted up with exultation. Now the +issue was no longer doubtful.</p> +<p>Before Ernest could recover himself and rise to his feet +John Fox was upon him.</p> +<p>He flung himself on the prostrate boy and clutched him +in a firm grasp.</p> +<p>“Now I have you,” he said. “You were a fool to run. +You might have known that you could not escape.”</p> +<p>“I came near it, though,” gasped Ernest, quite out of +breath. “Let me up.”</p> +<p>“Will you promise to go with me without giving me +any more trouble?”</p> +<p>“I will make no promises,” said Ernest.</p> +<p>“Then it will be the worse for you,” said the outlaw +vindictively.</p> +<p>What he proposed to do must remain unknown, for as +he spoke a hand was thrust into his neckcloth and he was +jerked violently to his feet.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXII_CASTRO_TO_THE_RESCUE' id='XXII_CASTRO_TO_THE_RESCUE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98' name='page_98'></a>98</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII</h2> +<h3>CASTRO TO THE RESCUE</h3> +</div> + +<p>Bewildered and angry, John Fox looked to see who +was his assailant. He found himself confronted by a tall, +muscular Indian, whom Ernest also recognized as the man +whose child he had saved from a watery grave.</p> +<p>“What do you mean by this outrage?” demanded the +outlaw angrily.</p> +<p>“Why are you hurting him?” said the Indian, pointing +to Ernest.</p> +<p>“Because I choose to.”</p> +<p>“Me stop you,” said the Indian calmly.</p> +<p>“I have a great mind to shoot you.”</p> +<p>This was an empty threat, for his weapon had been +taken by the Quaker detective.</p> +<p>The only answer made by the Indian was to produce +a revolver, which he pointed at the breast of the outlaw.</p> +<p>“Two play at that game,” he answered.</p> +<p>John Fox shrank back, for it takes a man of nerve to +face a revolver. He began to remonstrate.</p> +<p>“What interest have you in that boy?” he asked.</p> +<p>“He save my little boy from drowning,” answered the +Indian. “Will you go or shall me shoot?”</p> +<p>There was but one answer to make to this question. +John Fox turned about and walked quietly away without +a word.</p> +<p>Ernest grasped the Indian’s hand gratefully.</p> +<p>“I can’t thank you enough,” he said. “You have perhaps +saved my life.”</p> +<p>“You save my little boy.”</p> +<p>“Do you know that man?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“It was John Fox, one of the Fox brothers, the famous +outlaws.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99' name='page_99'></a>99</span></p> +<p>“Humph! I have heard of him. How did he catch +you?”</p> +<p>Ernest told the story. He also told of the commission +he had from the Emmonsville bank.</p> +<p>“I am going to ask you a favor,” he asked.</p> +<p>“What is it?”</p> +<p>“I want you to go with me to the bank at Lee’s Falls. +I have a package of bonds to carry there and I don’t think +it safe to go alone. I will see that you are paid for your +time and trouble.”</p> +<p>“I will go.”</p> +<p>Under the guidance of his Indian friend Ernest +reached Lee’s Falls. The bank was closed, but the cashier +was still in the bank building, having been detained after +hours. Seeing him through the window, Ernest knocked +and obtained admission.</p> +<p>“The bank is closed, young man,” said the bank +officer.</p> +<p>“I know it, but I have a package of bonds from the +bank in Emmonsville. I hope you will take them from +me, for I don’t want the responsibility of them any +longer.”</p> +<p>“Oh, you are the young messenger. We had advice +that you would be here yesterday.”</p> +<p>“So I should have been, but for my capture by one +of the Fox brothers.”</p> +<p>“And how did you escape?” asked the wondering +cashier.</p> +<p>“Please take the bonds and I will tell you. I spent two +nights in the outlaws’ cave. This afternoon I managed +to get away.”</p> +<p>“But were not the bonds taken from you?”</p> +<p>“Yes, but I recovered them.”</p> +<p>Ernest, without waiting for further questions, told the +story as briefly as possible.</p> +<p>“So, after all,” he concluded, “I should have been +taken again but for my friend here,” laying his hand upon +the Indian’s shoulder. “I told him you would pay him +for his trouble in accompanying me.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100' name='page_100'></a>100</span></p> +<p>“So I will,” said the cashier, and he took a five-dollar +bill and tendered it to the Indian.</p> +<p>The latter objected to taking it, alleging that Ernest +had saved his boy’s life, but the cashier overruled his objections +and he accepted it.</p> +<p>They were going out of the bank when the familiar +figure of Luke Robbins came up the street. His face was +clouded by an expression of anxiety and he seemed troubled. +He had searched everywhere for Ernest, and thus +far had failed to find him.</p> +<p>When he saw the boy emerging from the bank his face +changed at once.</p> +<p>“So you are safe, Ernest? I thought I had lost you,” +he exclaimed. “Did you see anything of the outlaws?”</p> +<p>“I should say that I did. I was captured by James +Fox and confined two nights in the underground haunts +of the robbers. When I escaped this afternoon I fell into +the clutches of the other brother.”</p> +<p>“What! John Fox?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“This cannot be, Ernest. I lodged him myself in +Crampton jail.”</p> +<p>“All I can tell you is that he is at liberty now. He +must have escaped.”</p> +<p>“Then I am afraid I shan’t receive the reward offered +for his capture.”</p> +<p>“You ought to get it. You delivered him over to the +authorities. If they could not keep him that was their +own lookout.”</p> +<p>“You ought to be right, lad. I hope you are. Who +is this man?”</p> +<p>“My Indian friend, who proved to be a friend in need. +It was he who saved me from John Fox.”</p> +<p>“I am proud to know you,” said Luke, grasping the +hand of the red warrior. “If you have helped Ernest +you are my friend.”</p> +<p>“He save my little boy; I will always be his friend.”</p> +<p>“You have saved my boy, my Indian friend, and you +will always be my friend,” returned Luke. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101' name='page_101'></a>101</span></p> +<p>“Well, Luke, what shall we do? I have done my errand +and delivered the bonds.”</p> +<p>“We will go back. I have found you and have no +more to do here.”</p> +<p>“Shall we walk?”</p> +<p>“No, it is too far. There is a stable a little way from +here; I will hire a conveyance and our Indian friend will +perhaps be willing to drive us over.”</p> +<p>The Indian expressed his willingness, and the three +were soon on their way through the woods. They met +with no adventure, nor did they fear any, for it would +have required a brave man to attack two such stalwart +men as the Indian and the Quaker detective.</p> +<p>Leaving them for the present, we will go back to the +cave from which Ernest had made so unceremonious a +departure.</p> +<p>Frank slept for two hours, but at length opened his +eyes, expecting to see Ernest sitting at his bedside.</p> +<p>He looked in vain. There was no one in the room. +This did not surprise him much, however. He thought +Ernest might have gone into the next apartment.</p> +<p>“Ernest!” he cried, but his call received no response.</p> +<p>The little boy got out of bed and looked about, but +his search was vain.</p> +<p>So he went into the kitchen, where he found Juba engaged +in some domestic work.</p> +<p>“Juba,” he said, “where is Ernest?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know, chile. Isn’t he in the big room?”</p> +<p>“No, Juba. I went to sleep and when I woke up he +was gone.”</p> +<p>“You look round and maybe you find him.”</p> +<p>But Frank was doomed to disappointment. He sat +down ready to cry. He felt very lonely. He had not +realized how much he enjoyed Ernest’s company.</p> +<p>“I don’t know where he can have gone, Juba. Do you +think he’s gone and left me?”</p> +<p>“I can’t tell, chile. Wait till your papa comes home. +He will find him.”</p> +<p>Frank had to wait an hour and a half before his father’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102' name='page_102'></a>102</span> +return. All this time he was buoyed up by the hope that +Ernest would come back. He was continually watching +the portal to see if the runaway would not come.</p> +<p>James Fox entered the room with grave face and heavy +step. He had not heard of his brother’s escape and +thought him still an inmate of Crampton jail.</p> +<p>He looked about for his young captive.</p> +<p>“Where is Ernest, Frank?” he asked.</p> +<p>“I don’t know, papa. I miss him ever so much,” said +the little boy tearfully.</p> +<p>“But he must be somewhere about. When did you +miss him?”</p> +<p>“He went away when I was asleep.”</p> +<p>The outlaw’s suspicions were aroused.</p> +<p>“I will look for him,” he said.</p> +<p>But Ernest was in none of the rooms.</p> +<p>“Did you walk with him into the interior of the cave, +Frank?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Yes, papa.”</p> +<p>“Ha, that explains it. Go with me and tell me just +where you went.”</p> +<p>The little boy led the way through the vacant apartments +till he reached the one through which the light came +from above.</p> +<p>The rope was still hanging from the projection, and +this explained Ernest’s escape.</p> +<p>“He must have got out this way,” said the outlaw.</p> +<p>“Won’t he come back, papa?” said Frank.</p> +<p>“Yes,” said his father resolutely. “I will bring him +back.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXIII_GIVEN_IN_TRUST' id='XXIII_GIVEN_IN_TRUST'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> +<h3>GIVEN IN TRUST</h3> +</div> + +<p>“Well, lad, have you had enough of Emmonsville?”</p> +<p>The speaker was Luke Robbins and the time was two +days after the series of exciting incidents recorded in the +last few chapters. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103' name='page_103'></a>103</span></p> +<p>“Why do you ask, Luke?” replied Ernest. “Are +you tired of it?”</p> +<p>“Yes, lad, I want to move on.”</p> +<p>“But what about the reward you are entitled to for +the capture of John Fox?”</p> +<p>“The cashier thinks I will only receive a part of it, +as Fox has escaped.”</p> +<p>“That is unlucky. You will have to wait until the +matter is decided, won’t you?”</p> +<p>“No. He has offered me an advance of a hundred +dollars, and is authorized to collect whatever prize +money may be awarded to me. You have some money +left?”</p> +<p>“Yes, about seventy-five dollars.”</p> +<p>“Then we both have enough to start on. I propose to +go to California by train, getting there as soon as possible. +When we reach there we will see what we can do to +increase our pile.”</p> +<p>“I like that plan. When shall we go?”</p> +<p>“We will start on Monday.”</p> +<p>Before they departed there was some sensational news. +Peter Longman, one of the Fox band, taking offense at +some slight put upon him by James Fox, went to the +authorities and revealed the existence and location of the +cave, with other information of a like nature. The result +was that a strong force was sent to surprise and capture +the notorious outlaws.</p> +<p>The visit was made at night and under guidance of +Peter himself. Wholly unsuspicious of treachery, the outlaws +were captured in their beds and the valuable articles +in the storeroom were confiscated.</p> +<p>James Fox was reclining on the sofa when the officers +entered.</p> +<p>“Is your name Fox?” asked the leader of the invading +party.</p> +<p>“Yes,” answered the outlaw proudly.</p> +<p>“Then you are my prisoner.”</p> +<p>“Who has betrayed me?” demanded Fox quickly.</p> +<p>There was no answer, but just behind the invading +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104' name='page_104'></a>104</span> +party the outlaw caught sight of Peter Longman, apparently +trying to screen himself from observation.</p> +<p>“I need not ask,” he said. “There is the treacherous +hound. He shall not live to profit by his baseness.”</p> +<p>Before anyone could interfere James Fox leveled his revolver +at Longman, and a sharp scream showed that his +aim was true. His treacherous follower fell to the ground, +mortally wounded.</p> +<p>James Fox looked at him disdainfully, then threw the +revolver upon the floor of the cave and held out his hands. +“Now bind me if you will,” he said; “I am your captive.”</p> +<p>Little Frank was a terrified witness of this scene.</p> +<p>“What are they doing to you, papa?” he asked. +“They are bad men.”</p> +<p>In spite of his fortitude the outlaw showed traces of +emotion. “That is my little son,” he said to the lieutenant +commanding.</p> +<p>“He shall be taken care of. Do not be anxious about +him.”</p> +<p>“There is an old colored woman here—Juba,” went on +the outlaw. “The boy is used to her. If possible let +them be together.”</p> +<p>Under a strong guard the famous robbers were carried +to jail, and the cave which had been for years their meeting +place was dismantled and was never again used for a +criminal resort.</p> +<p>When Ernest read the story his feelings were mixed. +He rejoiced that the outlaws were taken, but he felt a +sympathy for little Frank, and understood what a shock it +must be to the father and son to be separated.</p> +<p>He learned where Frank was and called upon him. He +had been taken to his own home by the leader of the raiding +force.</p> +<p>When he entered the room where Frank sat disconsolately +at the window the little fellow uttered a cry of joy.</p> +<p>“Is it you, Ernest?” he said, running forward. “I +thought I should never see you again.”</p> +<p>Ernest stooped over and kissed him.</p> +<p>“You see I am here,” he said. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105' name='page_105'></a>105</span></p> +<p>“What made you go away? Why didn’t you tell me +you were going?”</p> +<p>“I will tell you some time, Frank.”</p> +<p>“Why did those bad men take papa away?”</p> +<p>“I do not think you would understand. Where is +Juba?”</p> +<p>“She is in the kitchen. I will call her.”</p> +<p>Juba came in and seemed pleased to see Ernest.</p> +<p>“I have got a letter for you, honey,” she said, fumbling +in her pocket.</p> +<p>She brought out a yellow envelope. It was directed to +Ernest.</p> +<p>The contents ran thus:</p> +<div class='blockquot'> +<p>Now that misfortune has come upon me my chief thought is for +my boy. Whatever befalls me I want him cared for. You are +scarcely more than a stranger to me, but when you were in the cave +you seemed to love Frank. Poor boy, he will stand in need of some +friend who loves him. So far as you can, will you be his friend and +guardian? He has some property—a few thousand dollars—which +you will hold in trust for him. It is not stolen property. It was left +him by his mother.</p> +<p>Call upon Mr. Samuel Hardy, a lawyer in Lee’s Falls, and he will +make over to you the custody of the money, and look upon you as +the authorized guardian of Frank. You know my wish that he +should be sent to a good school and properly educated. Will you +carry out my wishes in that respect? I do not wish to tie you down, +but wherever you may go keep up an active interest in my boy, and +from time to time write to him.</p> +<p>I do not know what my fate may be. I am not a coward, and +shall not complain or beg for mercy. When you speak of me to +Frank in after years, always paint me at my best, and let him understand +that at least I loved him.</p> +<div class='ra'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>James Fox.</span></p> +</div> + +<p>P.S.—Should Frank die before maturity I desire that his property +should go to you.</p> +</div> +<p>Ernest read the foregoing with mingled feelings. He +knew that the writer was an outlaw, deeply stained with +crime; but this letter showed him at his best. Paternal +love softened the harsh outlines of his character, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106' name='page_106'></a>106</span> +spoke of a nature that might have made him a blessing +instead of a curse to his kind.</p> +<p>Ernest lost no time in communicating with Mr. Hardy.</p> +<p>The lawyer read the letter in some surprise.</p> +<p>“Mr. Fox seems to have appointed a young guardian +for his son,” he remarked.</p> +<p>“Yes, sir; but he appeared to have no choice.”</p> +<p>“I am ready to assist you, however.”</p> +<p>“I will depend upon you, then, for I shall start for +California as soon as possible. Can you recommend a +satisfactory boarding school?”</p> +<p>“I have a son at school in Lincoln. The school is under +the charge of a clergyman, who is an efficient teacher.”</p> +<p>“Can you arrange to enter Frank at his school?”</p> +<p>“I will do so, if you authorize me.”</p> +<p>“I don’t think we can do any better. Were you aware +that Mr. Fox was the notorious outlaw?” asked Ernest, +after a pause.</p> +<p>“I did not know, but latterly I have suspected it. You +may be surprised that under the circumstances I should +have consented to serve him. But I felt that I might be +of assistance to the boy, and that my refusal would occasion +him embarrassment. Your letter is satisfactory, as +showing that the fortune of your ward is not made up of +ill-gotten gains. Were it otherwise, he would hardly be +allowed to keep it. Does Frank know his father’s character +and reputation?”</p> +<p>“I don’t think so.”</p> +<p>“It had best be kept from him. I will see that it does +not become known at school. It would wound the boy to +be twitted with it by his schoolmates.”</p> +<p>Thanks to Mr. Hardy, Ernest found that the new +charge imposed upon him would not materially interfere +with his plans. A week later than he had originally intended +he and Luke Robbins left Emmonsville.</p> +<p>As they rushed rapidly over the prairies, Luke Robbins +turned to his young companion and said: “Our journey +thus far has been adventurous. I wonder what lies before +us.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107' name='page_107'></a>107</span></p> +<p>“We won’t trouble ourselves on that score, Luke. I +feel hopeful.”</p> +<p>“So do I, and yet we have less than two hundred dollars +between us.”</p> +<p>“That’s true.”</p> +<p>“Still, I have captured an outlaw, and you at the age +of sixteen are the guardian of an outlaw’s son.”</p> +<p>“I don’t think we shall meet with anything stranger +than that.”</p> +<p>Two days later, in a newspaper bought at an important +station, there was an article that deeply interested both +travelers. It related to the Fox brothers, recounting +their daring attempt to escape from the jail where they +were confined. John Fox got away, but James was shot +dead by one of the prison guards.</p> +<p>So Frank was an orphan, and Ernest now felt that +his responsibility was increased.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXIV_STEPHEN_RAY_AND_HIS_SON' id='XXIV_STEPHEN_RAY_AND_HIS_SON'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> +<h3>STEPHEN RAY AND HIS SON</h3> +</div> + +<p>Leaving Ernest and Luke Robbins on their way to +California, our attention is called to other characters who +must play a part in the drama of the boy from Oak Forks.</p> +<p>A few miles from Elmira, upon an eminence from which +there was a fine view of the surrounding country, stood +the handsome country mansion of Stephen Ray, already +referred to as the cousin of Ernest’s father. It passed +into his possession by inheritance from poor Ernest’s +grandfather, the will under which the bequest was made +cutting off his son for no worse a crime than marrying a +girl thoroughly respectable, but of humble birth.</p> +<p>Stephen Ray, since he came into possession of his uncle’s +estate, had improved it considerably. He had torn down +the old stable and built an imposing new one. The plain +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108' name='page_108'></a>108</span> +carriage which had satisfied his uncle had been succeeded +by an elegant coach, and the slow horse by a pair of +spirited steeds.</p> +<p>Mr. Ray had become pompous, and by his manner made +it clear that he considered himself a man of great consequence. +He was a local magistrate, and had for years endeavored +to obtain a nomination for Congress.</p> +<p>Had he been of popular manners, he would probably +have succeeded, but he was not a favorite among the +poorer classes, and their vote must be considered.</p> +<p>There is an old saying, “Like father, like son,” and +Clarence, now turned sixteen, the only child of the country +magnate, was like his father in all objectionable qualities. +He was quite as much impressed with ideas of his own +consequence.</p> +<p>It was about three o’clock in the afternoon. Mr. Ray +sat on the piazza, the day being unusually warm, reading +a newspaper. In the street near by, his son Clarence was +moving swiftly on a new velocipede which his father had +just purchased for him.</p> +<p>“Out of the way, there!” he called out, as a shabbily +dressed stranger with a weary step plodded along the +pathway.</p> +<p>Whether because he was hard of hearing or because his +mind was preoccupied, the stranger did not heed the warning, +and Clarence, who might easily have avoided the +collision, ran into him recklessly. Had the wheel been +moving at a greater rate of speed, he might have been +seriously hurt. As it was, he was nearly thrown down.</p> +<p>But he rallied, and seizing the offending rider with no +gentle grasp, dragged him from the wheel, and shook +him vigorously.</p> +<p>“Let me alone, you tramp!” exclaimed Clarence furiously.</p> +<p>But the stranger did not release his hold.</p> +<p>“Not till you apologize for running into me,” he answered +sternly.</p> +<p>“Apologize to a man like you!” ejaculated Clarence, +struggling furiously for his freedom. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109' name='page_109'></a>109</span></p> +<p>“Will you apologize?”</p> +<p>“There is no need of an apology. You got in my +way.”</p> +<p>“You have no business on the sidewalk with your wheel. +It is meant for foot passengers.”</p> +<p>“Do you know who I am?” demanded Clarence haughtily.</p> +<p>“No, I don’t, nor do I care.”</p> +<p>“I am Clarence Ray, son of Squire Stephen Ray. He +is a magistrate, and he can send you to jail.”</p> +<p>These words of Clarence had the effect he desired. The +stranger released him, and eyed him with close scrutiny.</p> +<p>“So you are the son of Stephen Ray?” he said.</p> +<p>“Yes. What have you to say now?”</p> +<p>“That you had no right to run into me, whoever your +father may be.”</p> +<p>“I shall report your insolence to my father. I shall +charge you with violently assaulting me.”</p> +<p>“I might have known you were Stephen Ray’s son,” +said the stranger thoughtfully.</p> +<p>“Do you know my father?” asked Clarence.</p> +<p>“I am on my way to call upon him.”</p> +<p>“I don’t think it will do any good. He never gives +money to tramps.”</p> +<p>“I have a great mind to give you another shaking up,” +said the man, and in some fear Clarence edged away from +him.</p> +<p>It was evident that this shabby-looking stranger had +not a proper respect for those who were in a higher station.</p> +<p>“I will tell him not to give you anything,” continued +Clarence.</p> +<p>“Like father, like son,” said the stranger thoughtfully, +apparently not disturbed by the boy’s threats.</p> +<p>Evidently he was no common tramp, or he would have +been more respectful to the son of the man from whom +he was probably about to ask a favor.</p> +<p>“You just wait till you see my father. He’ll give you +a lecture that you won’t soon forget.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110' name='page_110'></a>110</span></p> +<p>“You’d better get on your wheel, boy, and go right +along,” said the stranger calmly.</p> +<p>“Do you know where my father lives?”</p> +<p>“Yes, at yonder fine house. I see him sitting out on +the piazza. Shall we go along together?”</p> +<p>“No, I don’t keep such company as you.”</p> +<p>“And yet some day you may be as poor and friendless +as myself.”</p> +<p>“That isn’t very likely. My father is a very rich man.”</p> +<p>“I knew him when he was poor.”</p> +<p>More and more puzzled by the independent manner of +this shabby stranger, Clarence made a spurt, and soon +found himself in the grounds of his father’s house.</p> +<p>“With whom were you talking, Clarence?” asked Stephen +Ray as his son joined him on the piazza.</p> +<p>“One of the most impudent tramps I ever came across,” +answered Clarence. “He made an attack upon me, and +pulled me from my bicycle.”</p> +<p>Stephen Ray’s cheek flamed with anger. An insult to +his son was an insult to him.</p> +<p>“Why did he do this? How dared he?”</p> +<p>“Because I happened to touch him as I passed,” answered +Clarence.</p> +<p>“He actually pulled you from your bicycle?” asked +Stephen Ray, almost incredulous.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“I should like to meet him. I should feel justified in +ordering his arrest.”</p> +<p>“You will have a chance to meet him. He told me he +was going to call upon you—there he is now, entering +the gate.”</p> +<p>Stephen was glad to hear it. He wanted to empty the +vails of his wrath on the audacious offender.</p> +<p>He was accustomed to seeing men of the stamp of this +stranger quail before him and show nervous alarm at his +rebukes. He had no doubt that his majestic wrath would +overwhelm the shabby outcast who had audaciously assaulted +his son and heir.</p> +<p>He rose to his feet, and stood the personification of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111' name='page_111'></a>111</span> +haughty displeasure, as the poor man who dared his anger +walked composedly up the path. He now stood by the +piazza steps.</p> +<p>“It is well you have come here,” began the squire in a +dignified tone. “My son tells me that you have committed +an unprovoked outrage upon him in dragging him +from his wheel. I can only conclude that you are under +the influence of liquor.”</p> +<p>Stephen Ray waited curiously to hear what the man +would say. He was prepared for humble apologies.</p> +<p>“I am no more drunk than yourself, if that is what +you mean, Stephen Ray.”</p> +<p>Squire Ray was outraged and scandalized.</p> +<p>“You must be drunk or you would not dare to talk in +this way. Who authorized you to address me in this +familiar way?”</p> +<p>“You are only a man, I believe, Stephen Ray. I have +addressed you as respectfully as you have spoken to me.”</p> +<p>“Respect—to you?” repeated Mr. Ray disdainfully. +“Has the time come when we must be respectful to +tramps?”</p> +<p>“A poor tramp is quite as deserving of respect as a +rich rascal.”</p> +<p>“What do you mean by that?” demanded the squire +suspiciously.</p> +<p>“It was a general remark.”</p> +<p>“It is well that it was. But it has no application in the +present instance. If you are poor I will give you a quarter, +but only on condition that you apologize to my son.”</p> +<p>The stranger laughed.</p> +<p>“Why should I apologize to your son?” he asked.</p> +<p>“You pulled him off his wheel. Do you deny it?”</p> +<p>“No, I do not. Do you know what he did?”</p> +<p>“He brushed against you with his wheel, he tells me, +accidentally.”</p> +<p>“So that is his version of it? He deliberately ran into +me.”</p> +<p>“I gave you warning. I said ‘Out of the way, +there!’” interrupted Clarence. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112' name='page_112'></a>112</span></p> +<p>“Yes, but you had no right on the sidewalk.”</p> +<p>“It seems to me, sir, that you are remarkably independent +for a man of your rank. Even if it had been as +you say, you had no right to assault my son. I might +have you arrested on your own confession, but I will forbear +doing so on condition that you leave town at once.”</p> +<p>“I have a little business with you first.”</p> +<p>“If you expect alms, you have come to the wrong man.”</p> +<p>“I know very well that you are not charitable. I used +to be acquainted with you.”</p> +<p>“Who are you?”</p> +<p>“My name is Benjamin Bolton.”</p> +<p>Stephen Ray looked startled.</p> +<p>“Benjamin Bolton!” he repeated, half incredulous. +“I can’t believe it.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXV_A_STARTLING_DISCLOSURE' id='XXV_A_STARTLING_DISCLOSURE'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXV</h2> +<h3>A STARTLING DISCLOSURE</h3> +</div> + +<p>“Look at me closely, Stephen Ray,” said the strange +visitor. “I think you will see some traces of the Bolton +you used to know.”</p> +<p>Stephen Ray did examine his visitor closely. Against +his will he was obliged to acknowledge the resemblance of +the man before him to one who in past times had had an +intimate acquaintance with his affairs.</p> +<p>“You may be Benjamin Bolton,” he said after a pause, +“but if so, you have fallen off greatly in your appearance. +When I first knew you, you were well dressed and——”</p> +<p>“Respectable, I suppose you mean to say?”</p> +<p>“Well, respectable, if you will have it so. Now you +look more like a tramp than a lawyer.”</p> +<p>“True as gospel, every word of it. But it isn’t too +late to mend. That’s an old proverb and a true one. It +is quite in the line of possibility that I should get back to +the position from which I fell.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113' name='page_113'></a>113</span></p> +<p>“Perhaps so, but I’m not very sanguine of it.”</p> +<p>“With your help nothing is impossible.”</p> +<p>“You must not count upon that,” said Stephen Ray +stiffly. “It is a good while since we parted company. +I don’t myself care to renew the acquaintance.”</p> +<p>“But I do,” rejoined Bolton with emphasis.</p> +<p>“I have very little time at my disposal,” said Ray, +pulling out an elegant gold watch and consulting it.</p> +<p>“I think it may be well for you to spare me a little +time,” went on Bolton quietly.</p> +<p>There was something in his tone that sounded like a +threat, and Stephen Ray could not wholly conceal his uneasiness.</p> +<p>“Well,” he said, “I will give you ten minutes. Get +through your business, whatever it is, as soon as possible.”</p> +<p>“Hadn’t you better send your son away?” suggested +Bolton significantly.</p> +<p>“Why should I?”</p> +<p>But on second thoughts Mr. Ray concluded to act on +the hint, and turning to Clarence he said: “Clarence, you +might take another spin on your wheel.”</p> +<p>This did not suit Clarence at all. His curiosity had +been excited by his father’s change of front toward the objectionable +stranger, and he counted on finding out the +reason for it.</p> +<p>“Why can’t I stay?” he grumbled.</p> +<p>“This man and I have a little private business together.”</p> +<p>He spoke firmly, and Clarence knew by his tone that +further remonstrance would be unavailing, so with a dissatisfied +look he left the room.</p> +<p>“Now, sir,” said Stephen Ray sharply, when his son +had taken his departure. “I gave you ten minutes. You +will need to be expeditious.”</p> +<p>“It will take more than ten minutes—what I have to +say,” returned Bolton coolly. “I am rather tired of +standing, so you will excuse me if I sit down.”</p> +<p>As he spoke he dropped into a comfortable chair three +feet from his host. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114' name='page_114'></a>114</span></p> +<p>“Confound his impudence!” thought Ray, much annoyed.</p> +<p>“I think we had better go indoors,” he said.</p> +<p>He did not care to be seen in an apparently friendly +conversation with a man like Bolton.</p> +<p>“I think myself it may be better.”</p> +<p>He followed Ray into a room which the latter used as +a library and office, and took care to select a comfortable +seat.</p> +<p>“Really, Stephen Ray,” he remarked, glancing around +him at the well-filled bookcases, the handsome pictures, and +the luxurious furniture, “you are very nicely fixed here.”</p> +<p>“I suppose you didn’t come to tell me that,” responded +Stephen Ray with a sneer.</p> +<p>“Well, not altogether, but it is as well to refer to it. +I have known you a good many years. I remember when +you first came here to visit your uncle in the character of +a poor relation. I don’t believe you had a hundred dollars +to your name.”</p> +<p>Such references grated upon the purse-proud aristocrat, +who tried to persuade himself that he had always been as +prosperous as at present.</p> +<p>“There is no occasion for your reminiscences,” he said +stiffly.</p> +<p>“No, I suppose you don’t care to think of those days +now. Your cousin, Dudley, a fine young man, was a year +or two older. Who would have thought that the time +would come when you—the poor cousin—would be reigning +in his place?”</p> +<p>“If that is all you have to say, our interview may as +well close.”</p> +<p>“It isn’t all I have to say. I must indulge in a few +more reminiscences, though you dislike them. A few +years passed. Dudley married against his father’s wishes; +that is, his father did not approve of his selection, and +he fell out of favor. As he lost favor you gained it.”</p> +<p>“That is true enough, but it is an old story.”</p> +<p>“Does it seem just that an own son should be disinherited +and a stranger——” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115' name='page_115'></a>115</span></p> +<p>“A near relative,” corrected Stephen Ray.</p> +<p>“Well, a near relative, but less near than an only son. +Does it seem right that Dudley should have been disinherited +and you put in his place?”</p> +<p>“Certainly. My cousin disobeyed his father.”</p> +<p>“So he was left in poverty.”</p> +<p>“I don’t see how that concerns you, Benjamin Bolton. +My uncle had the right to dispose of his property as he +pleased.”</p> +<p>“Probably Dudley Ray is living in poverty now.”</p> +<p>“You are mistaken. He is dead.”</p> +<p>“Indeed! Poor fellow! He was a generous and high-minded +man.”</p> +<p>“Whatever he may have been, he offended his father, +and suffered the consequences.”</p> +<p>“Too true!”</p> +<p>“But I fail to understand why you should have come +to discuss this matter with me.”</p> +<p>“When did Dudley die?”</p> +<p>“I can’t be sure as to the year. I think it was about a +year after his father’s death.”</p> +<p>“I presume that his father’s injustice helped to hasten +his end.”</p> +<p>“I won’t permit any reflections upon my dear uncle +and benefactor. He did what he liked with his own. He +felt that the estate would be better in my hands than in +Dudley’s.”</p> +<p>“Admitting for a moment that this was so, did your +heart prompt you to bestow a part of the estate on your +unfortunate cousin?”</p> +<p>“No; for I am sure my uncle would have disapproved +of such action on my part.”</p> +<p>“Do you know if he suffered much from poverty?”</p> +<p>“No; I did not concern myself with that, nor need +you.”</p> +<p>“I would like to comment on one of your statements. +You say that your uncle had a right to dispose of his +estate as he pleased.”</p> +<p>“Do you dispute it?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116' name='page_116'></a>116</span></p> +<p>“No; I agree with you. Stephen Ray, was his estate +disposed of according to his wishes?”</p> +<p>Mr. Ray started, and his face became flushed.</p> +<p>“What do you mean?” he asked.</p> +<p>“I mean that he bequeathed the estate to his son, and +you took possession of it.”</p> +<p>Bolton spoke slowly, and eyed Stephen Ray keenly.</p> +<p>“Are you mad?” gasped Stephen. “How could I do +that? His will, devising the estate to me, was duly probated, +and I entered upon my inheritance by due process +of law.”</p> +<p>“I know such a will was probated.”</p> +<p>“Then what have you to say?” demanded Stephen Ray +defiantly. “Do you mean to deny that the will was genuine?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“Because if you do, you can go to the probate office, +and submit the will to any judge of my uncle’s handwriting.”</p> +<p>“There will be no occasion. I admit that the will was +written by him.”</p> +<p>“What do you mean, then?” asked Stephen Ray, showing +relief.</p> +<p>“I mean this—that it was not his last will and testament.”</p> +<p>“Where is a later one? Produce it if you can?” said +Stephen Ray triumphantly.</p> +<p>“You say this fearlessly because you found a later will—and +destroyed it.”</p> +<p>“It is a vile slander!”</p> +<p>“No; I will swear that such a will was made.”</p> +<p>“If it was destroyed, he destroyed it himself.”</p> +<p>“No, he did not. I am willing to swear that when he +died that will was in existence.”</p> +<p>“I don’t think your swearing will do much good,” +sneered Stephen Ray.</p> +<p>“Perhaps so, but one thing has not occurred to +you.”</p> +<p>“What is that?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117' name='page_117'></a>117</span></p> +<p>“A duplicate of the last will was placed in my hands. +That will exists to-day!”</p> +<p>Stephen Ray started violently.</p> +<p>“I don’t believe it,” he said.</p> +<p>“Seeing is believing.”</p> +<p>“Then bring it here, and let me see it. However, +there is one material circumstance that would make it of +no value.”</p> +<p>“What is it?”</p> +<p>“My cousin Dudley is dead, and so is his son Ernest. +There would be no one to profit by the production of the +alleged will.”</p> +<p>Bolton was quite taken aback by this statement, as Stephen +Ray perceived, and he plumed himself on the success +of his falsehood.</p> +<p>“When did the boy die?” asked Bolton.</p> +<p>“About five years ago.”</p> +<p>“And where?”</p> +<p>“At Savannah,” answered Ray glibly.</p> +<p>“What should have taken him down there?”</p> +<p>“I am not positive, but I believe after his father’s +death a Southern gentleman became interested in him and +took him to Georgia, where the poor boy died.”</p> +<p>Bolton looked keenly at the face of his companion, and +detected an expression of triumph about the eyes which +led him to doubt the truth of his story. But he decided +not to intimate his disbelief.</p> +<p>“That was sad,” he said.</p> +<p>“Yes, and as you will see, even had your story about +the will been true, it would have made no difference in the +disposal of the property.”</p> +<p>“Still the revelation of your complicity in the suppression +of the last will would injure your reputation, Mr. +Ray.”</p> +<p>“I can stand it,” answered Ray with assumed indifference. +“You see, my dear fellow, you have brought your +wares to the wrong market. Of course you are disappointed.”</p> +<p>“Yes, especially as I am dead broke.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118' name='page_118'></a>118</span></p> +<p>“No doubt.”</p> +<p>“And it prompts me to take my chances with the will +in spite of the death of the rightful heirs.”</p> +<p>“What do you propose to do?”</p> +<p>“Lay the matter before a shrewd lawyer of my acquaintance.”</p> +<p>Stephen Ray looked uneasy. The lawyer might suggest +doubts as to the truth of his story concerning +Ernest’s decease.</p> +<p>“That would be very foolish,” he said.</p> +<p>“Would it? Then perhaps you can suggest a better +course.”</p> +<p>“You are a man of education and have been a lawyer +yourself. Get a place in the office of some attorney and +earn an honest living.”</p> +<p>“You see how I am dressed. Who would employ me +in this garb?”</p> +<p>“There is something in what you say. I feel for you, +Bolton. Changed as you are, you were once a friend. I +certainly haven’t any reason to feel friendly to you, especially +as you came here with the intention of extorting +money from me. But I can make allowance for you in +your unfortunate plight, and am willing to do something +for you. Bring me the document you say you possess, +and I will give you fifty—no, a hundred dollars.”</p> +<p>Bolton eyed his prosperous companion with a cunning +smile.</p> +<p>“No, Stephen Ray, I prefer to keep the will,” he replied, +“though I can do nothing with it. Give me the +money unconditionally, and if I get on my feet you will +have nothing to fear from me.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXVI_BOUGHT_OFF' id='XXVI_BOUGHT_OFF'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119' name='page_119'></a>119</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVI</h2> +<h3>BOUGHT OFF</h3> +</div> + +<p>Bolton’s reply did not quite suit Mr. Ray, but he +felt that if he said too much about the will it would give +it an exaggerated importance in the eyes of the man before +him. So he answered carelessly: “I will give you +the hundred dollars, but I wish it understood that it is all +I can give you at any time. Don’t apply to me again, +for it will be of no use.”</p> +<p>“I understand,” said Bolton non-committally.</p> +<p>“Shall I give you a check?”</p> +<p>“I could do better with the money. My name is not +known now at any bank.”</p> +<p>“Well, I think I can accommodate you. I believe I +have that sum in my desk.”</p> +<p>He opened a drawer in his secretary, and produced +a hundred dollars in crisp new bills. They had been +taken from the bank the day before for a different +purpose.</p> +<p>Bolton took them joyfully. It was long since he had +so much money in his possession. He had been his own +worst enemy. Once a prosperous lawyer he had succumbed +to the love of drink and gradually lost his clients and his +position. But he had decided to turn over a new leaf, +and he saw in this money the chance to reinstate himself, +and in time recover his lost position.</p> +<p>“Thank you,” he said, but while there was relief there +was no gratitude in his tone.</p> +<p>“And now,” said Stephen Ray, “I must ask you to +leave me. I have important business to attend to. You +will excuse me if I suggest it would be better to go away—to +a distance—and try to build yourself up somewhat +where you are not known.”</p> +<p>“I might go to Savannah.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_120' name='page_120'></a>120</span></p> +<p>“Yes, to Savannah, if you think it will be to your advantage,” +said Ray with equanimity.</p> +<p>The other noticed his manner, and he said to himself: +“He is willing to have me visit Savannah. It is clear that +Ernest did not die there.”</p> +<p>Benjamin Bolton left the house in a pleasant frame of +mind. It was not the sum which he had received that exhilarated +him. He looked upon it only as the first installment. +It was clear that Stephen Ray feared him, for he +was not an open-handed man, and would not have parted +with his money unnecessarily.</p> +<p>Bolton had not arranged his campaign, but he was determined +to raise himself in the world by playing on the +fears of the man he had just visited.</p> +<p>“I wonder,” he said to himself, “whether Dudley Ray’s +son is dead. If so the document is of no value, and though +I should prefer to have it, I won’t insist. He was a strong +and healthy boy, and he may still be living.”</p> +<p>This was a point not easy to ascertain.</p> +<p>He went to a restaurant and obtained a substantial +meal, of which he stood very much in need. Then he +went out for a stroll. He did not propose to leave the +place yet.</p> +<p>As he was walking along he met Clarence Ray +again, but not now on his wheel. The boy recognized +him.</p> +<p>“Are you going to stay in town?” asked Clarence +curiously.</p> +<p>“Not long.”</p> +<p>“Did you get through your business with pa?”</p> +<p>“Yes, for the present. I suppose you know that you +have a cousin about your own age. I used to know him +and his father.”</p> +<p>“Did you? His father is dead.”</p> +<p>“So I have understood. Do you happen to know +where the son is?”</p> +<p>“Somewhere out West, I think.”</p> +<p>Bolton pricked up his ears. So it seemed that Stephen +Ray had deceived him. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121' name='page_121'></a>121</span></p> +<p>“I would give five dollars to know where he is,” he said +slowly.</p> +<p>“Have you got five dollars?” Clarence asked doubtfully.</p> +<p>By way of answer Bolton took a roll of bills from his +pocket. They were those which Stephen Ray had given +him.</p> +<p>“Do you mean it?” asked Clarence in a more respectful +tone.</p> +<p>“Yes, I mean it.”</p> +<p>“Why didn’t you ask pa?”</p> +<p>“He never liked the boy nor his father, and I don’t +think he would tell me.”</p> +<p>“That is true. He didn’t like either of them.”</p> +<p>“I suppose you couldn’t find out for me?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know but I could,” answered Clarence +brusquely.</p> +<p>He had a special use for five dollars, and it struck him +that he might just as well earn the money offered by the +stranger.</p> +<p>“If you could I would cheerfully pay you the five dollars. +You see I used to know Ernest Ray and his father, +and I would be pleased to meet them again.”</p> +<p>“Just so,” said Clarence complacently. “How long +are you going to remain in town?”</p> +<p>“I did think of going to Elmira to-night, but I think +on the whole I will stay at the hotel here till to-morrow +morning.”</p> +<p>“That will give me time to find out,” said Clarence.</p> +<p>“All right! You had better not ask your father, for +I don’t think he would tell you.”</p> +<p>“That’s so. He will be going out this evening, and +then I will search in his desk. I saw a letter there once +in which the boy’s name was mentioned. But I say, if +you’ve got money why don’t you buy some new clothes?”</p> +<p>“Your suggestion is a good one,” said Bolton, smiling. +“Come to look at myself I do appear shabby. But then +I’m no dude. I dare say when you rode into me this +morning you took me for a tramp.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_122' name='page_122'></a>122</span></p> +<p>“Well, you did look like one.”</p> +<p>“That’s so. I can’t blame you.”</p> +<p>“Shall I find you at the hotel this evening?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then I’ll see what I can do.”</p> +<p>About seven o’clock Squire Ray went out to attend to +a business meeting, and Clarence was left in possession of +the study. He locked the door, and began to ransack his +father’s desk. At length he succeeded in his quest.</p> +<p>Benjamin Bolton was sitting in the public-room of the +hotel an hour later, smoking a cigar, and from time to +time looking toward the door. Presently Clarence entered.</p> +<p>“Have you got it?” asked Bolton eagerly.</p> +<p>“Yes,” nodded Clarence.</p> +<p>He took a piece of paper from his vest pocket and +handed it to Bolton.</p> +<p>It read thus: “Ernest Ray, Oak Forks, Iowa.”</p> +<p>“How did you get it?” asked Bolton.</p> +<p>“I found a letter in pa’s desk from an old man named +Peter Brant, asking pa for some money for the boy, who +was living with him.”</p> +<p>“When was that letter written?”</p> +<p>“About two years ago.”</p> +<p>“Thank you. This gives me a clue. Come out of +doors and I will give you what I promised. It isn’t best +that anyone should think we had dealings together.”</p> +<p>Five minutes later Clarence started for home, happy in +the possession of a five-dollar bill.</p> +<p>“I never paid any money more cheerfully in my life,” +mused Bolton. “Now I must find the boy!”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXVII_OREVILLE' id='XXVII_OREVILLE'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123' name='page_123'></a>123</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVII</h2> +<h3>OREVILLE</h3> +</div> + +<p>When Ernest and Luke Robbins started for California, +they had no very definite plans as to the future. But +they found among their fellow passengers a man who was +just returning from the East, where he had been to visit +his family. He was a practical and successful miner, and +was by no means reluctant to speak of his success.</p> +<p>“When I landed in ’Frisco,” he said, “two years ago, +I had just forty dollars left after paying the expenses of +my trip. I couldn’t find anything to do in the city, so I +set out for the mines.”</p> +<p>“Where did you go?” asked Luke, becoming interested.</p> +<p>“To Oreville. At least, that’s what they call it now. +Then it didn’t have a name.”</p> +<p>“I hope you prospered,” said Ernest.</p> +<p>“Well, not just at first, but luck came after a while. +When I reached the mines I was dead broke, and went to +work for somebody else. After a while I staked out a +claim for myself. Well, I won’t go into particulars, but +I’ve got six thousand dollars salted down with a trust +company in ’Frisco, and I’ve got a few hundred dollars +about my clothes besides.”</p> +<p>“That’s the place for us, Ernest,” said Luke.</p> +<p>“So I think,” answered Ernest.</p> +<p>“Do you want to go to the mines?” asked the miner.</p> +<p>“Yes; we have our fortunes to make, and are willing to +work.”</p> +<p>“Then go out to Oreville with me. Have you got +any money?”</p> +<p>“We have enough to get there, and perhaps a little +over.”</p> +<p>“That will do. I’ll set you to work on one of my +claims. We will share and share alike. How will that +suit you?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124' name='page_124'></a>124</span></p> +<p>“It seems fair. Do you think we can make enough to +live upon?”</p> +<p>“That depends partly on yourselves and partly upon +luck.”</p> +<p>“At any rate, we are willing to work,” said Ernest.</p> +<p>“Then I’m your friend, and will help you,” said the miner +heartily. “Tom Ashton never goes back on his friends.”</p> +<p>This was very encouraging. Luke and Ernest were +not dead broke, but were near it. They had less than +forty dollars between them, and they had already found +out that living was high in California. They remained +but a day in San Francisco, and then started for Oreville +with Mr. Ashton.</p> +<p>The two friends knew nothing of mining, but as practiced +in those days it took very little time to learn. They +found that their new friend was a man of consideration +at Oreville. He owned several claims, and had no difficulty +in finding them employment. They set to work at +once, for they were almost penniless.</p> +<p>It may easily be supposed that the miners were not fastidious +about living. The cabins or huts which they occupied +were primitive to the last degree. Generally they +did their own cooking, such as it was. Three of these +cabins Tom Ashton owned, and one was assigned to the +use of Ernest and his friend.</p> +<p>For years Ernest, with his old friend and supposed +uncle, Peter Brant, had lived in a cabin at Oak Forks, but +it was superior to their new residence. Yet his former +experience enabled him the better to accommodate himself +to the way of living at Oreville.</p> +<p>For a month the two friends worked steadily at their +claim, which Ashton had finally given them. They made +little. In fact, it was with difficulty that they made expenses.</p> +<p>“It will be a long time before we make our pile, Ernest,” +said Luke one evening, as he sat in front of his +cabin smoking.</p> +<p>“Yes, Luke, things don’t look very promising,” replied +Ernest gravely. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125' name='page_125'></a>125</span></p> +<p>“If it weren’t for my pipe I should feel blue.”</p> +<p>“That is where you have the advantage of me, Luke.”</p> +<p>“You have the same chance that I have. I have an +extra pipe. Won’t you take a smoke?”</p> +<p>Ernest shook his head.</p> +<p>“I think I’m better off without it.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps you’re right, lad. I remember my poor +father warned me against smoking. The question is, how +long we’d better keep at it.”</p> +<p>“Is there anything else, Luke?”</p> +<p>“Well, no; not here.”</p> +<p>“And we haven’t money enough to get away.”</p> +<p>Just then a tall man with reddish hair strode across the +field to their cabin.</p> +<p>“Good-evening, neighbors,” he said. “How are you +making out?”</p> +<p>“Not over well,” answered Luke.</p> +<p>“There’s a difference in claims. You’ve got a poor +one.”</p> +<p>“Probably you are right.”</p> +<p>“There’s been considerable gold-dust gathered in Oreville +within six months. I have been one of the lucky +ones.”</p> +<p>“Indeed! I am glad of it.”</p> +<p>“Yes; I found a nugget two months since that I sold +for two thousand dollars. I have made five thousand +within a year.”</p> +<p>“You’ve been in luck. I wish the boy and I could be +as successful.”</p> +<p>“The claim is not good enough to support two. Why +not let the boy find something else?”</p> +<p>“You wouldn’t have me freeze him out?” said Luke +in a tone of displeasure.</p> +<p>“No, but suppose I find something for him to do? +What then?”</p> +<p>“That’s a different matter. Have you an extra +claim?”</p> +<p>“Yes; but that isn’t what I offer him. I have a plan +in which he can help me.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126' name='page_126'></a>126</span></p> +<p>“What is it?”</p> +<p>“All our supplies come from Sacramento. What we +need is a retail store in Oreville—a general store for the +sale of almost everything that miners need.”</p> +<p>“It would be a good plan to open one,” said Luke approvingly.</p> +<p>“Now, you must know that I am an old storekeeper. +I had for years a store about twenty miles from Boston. +I succeeded fairly with it, but my health gave out. The +doctor told me I must not be so confined—that I needed +out-of-door exercise. So I came out here and got it. +Well, the advice proved good. I am strong and robust, +and I feel enterprising. Now, what I propose is this: ‘I +will open a store, and put the boy in charge under me.’”</p> +<p>“I should like it,” said Ernest eagerly.</p> +<p>“You know what we pay for supplies. There’s at +least a hundred per cent. made, and no one objects to the +prices. Why shouldn’t we make it as well as the Sacramento +storekeepers?”</p> +<p>“True!” said Luke.</p> +<p>“I don’t ask you to work for me, my friend, for I don’t +think it would suit you.”</p> +<p>“It wouldn’t. At home—that’s in Oak Forks, Iowa—I +was a hunter. I was always in the open air. The sort +of life we live here suits me, though I haven’t made much +money as yet.”</p> +<p>“The boy, I think, would do. He looks like a hustler. +I need only look at his face to know that he’d be honest +and faithful. What is your name, boy?”</p> +<p>“Ernest Ray.”</p> +<p>“That’s a good name. You’ll only have to live up to +it—to the first part of it, I mean. Then you accept my +offer?”</p> +<p>“You haven’t made any,” said Ernest, smiling.</p> +<p>“Oh, you mean about wages. Well, I don’t offer any +stated wages. I will give you one-third profits, and then +your pay will depend on your success. The fact is, you +are to keep the store.”</p> +<p>Ernest looked an inquiry. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127' name='page_127'></a>127</span></p> +<p>“One person can attend to it by day. I will come in the +evening, and take a general look after things. Just at +first I’ll stay with you till you’ve got the hang of things. +But during the day I shall be looking after my claims. +Do you know how to keep books?”</p> +<p>“I understand single-entry bookkeeping.”</p> +<p>“That will be all you will require.”</p> +<p>“How soon shall you start?” asked Ernest, who began +to feel very much interested.</p> +<p>“I will go to Sacramento to-morrow, now that we have +come to terms. You know that frame building near Ashton’s +cabin?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“I don’t know what it was originally used for, but +it is empty and I can secure it for our store. It isn’t +large, but it will hold all we need.”</p> +<p>“Yes, that will do.”</p> +<p>“You haven’t said how you like my offer.”</p> +<p>“Of one-third profits? I like it better than if you paid +me wages. I will make it amount to a good deal.”</p> +<p>“That will suit me. I don’t care how much you make +out of it, for I shall make twice as much.”</p> +<p>“How did you happen to think of me?”</p> +<p>“I’ve watched you ever since you came. I can judge +of anyone, man or boy, if I have time enough to take +stock of him. I saw that you were just the man for me.”</p> +<p>“Boy,” suggested Ernest, smiling.</p> +<p>“Oh, well, I’ll make a man of you. By the way, an +idea has just occurred to me. You’d better go to Sacramento +with me to-morrow.”</p> +<p>“I should like to do it,” said Ernest.</p> +<p>“Then you can notice where I buy my supplies. You +may need to go alone sometimes.”</p> +<p>“At what time will we start?”</p> +<p>“The stage leaves at seven o’clock.”</p> +<p>“I will be ready.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXVIII_STOREKEEPING' id='XXVIII_STOREKEEPING'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128' name='page_128'></a>128</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2> +<h3>STOREKEEPING</h3> +</div> + +<p>The journey to Sacramento was made, the goods selected, +and in less than a week the new store was stocked. +In the arrangement of goods Ernest took a zealous part. +He had never served in a store, yet it seemed to come +natural to him, and he felt more interest in it than in the +work of mining.</p> +<p>After the store was in full working order, Horace Ames +left Ernest as sole manager, coming in only in the evening +to look at the books, for Ernest as far as possible +kept a record of every sale.</p> +<p>Storekeeping in those days and in that country was +unusually profitable. Ernest made a little comparison between +the cost of goods and the selling price, and arrived +at the conclusion that the average profits were a hundred +per cent. And still the miners were able to buy goods +cheaper than when they sent to Sacramento for them.</p> +<p>At the end of the first week Ernest figured up the sales +and found they aggregated two hundred dollars. His +share of the profit amounted to a little over thirty dollars.</p> +<p>This was encouraging, being three times as much as +he had ever realized in the same length of time from mining. +There was one embarrassment. There was no bank in +the place where money could be deposited, and of course +the chance of loss by robbery was much increased. However, +his partner purchased a small safe, and this afforded +some security.</p> +<p>One day a man entered the store and purchased a pipe +and tobacco. He was a stranger to Ernest, but there was +something familiar in his look, yet he could not place +him. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_129' name='page_129'></a>129</span></p> +<p>The newcomer looked about with considerable curiosity.</p> +<p>“You have quite a snug store here,” he remarked.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Does it belong to you?”</p> +<p>“I have an interest in it, but it belongs to Mr. Ames.”</p> +<p>“Is he here much?”</p> +<p>“He usually comes in evenings, but he is interested in +mining.”</p> +<p>“You seem to have a good trade.”</p> +<p>“What makes you think so?”</p> +<p>“You have a good stock. You would not keep so +many goods unless you had a call for them.”</p> +<p>“Have I ever seen you before?” asked Ernest abruptly, +for the idea grew upon him that he and his new customer +had met somewhere under peculiar circumstances.</p> +<p>“I don’t know. I don’t remember you,” answered the +customer, shrugging his shoulders. “I haven’t been in +California long. I suppose you were born here.”</p> +<p>“No; very few of those now living in California were +born here. I once lived in Iowa. Were you ever there?”</p> +<p>“Never,” answered the customer. “I’ve been in Missouri, +but never in Iowa.”</p> +<p>“I have never been in that State. Are you going to +stay here?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know. It depends on whether I can make +any money. I suppose you don’t want to hire a clerk?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>Ernest said to himself that this man with his shifty +looks and suspicious appearance would be about the last +man he would think of engaging.</p> +<p>“Perhaps Mr. Ames would give you a chance to work +some of his claims,” he suggested.</p> +<p>“I will look about me a little before I apply to him,” +replied the customer.</p> +<p>“Did you come here alone?” he asked after a pause.</p> +<p>“No. A friend came with me—Luke Robbins.”</p> +<p>The stranger started a little when Ernest pronounced +this name, so that young Ray was led to inquire, “Do +you know Luke?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130' name='page_130'></a>130</span></p> +<p>“How should I know him? Is he a young man?”</p> +<p>“No; he is probably about your age.”</p> +<p>“I suppose he came with you from Nebraska?”</p> +<p>“Iowa.”</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, Iowa. He isn’t in the store, is he?”</p> +<p>“He is working for Mr. Ashton on one of his claims.”</p> +<p>At this point a new customer came in and the visitor, +after a brief delay, left the store.</p> +<p>When Ernest had waited upon the new customer he +looked for the first visitor, but missed him.</p> +<p>“I wonder who he was,” he reflected, puzzled. “I am +sure that I have seen him before.”</p> +<p>But think as he might he could not trace him.</p> +<p>Yet with this man he had had a very exciting experience +in Oak Forks, for it was no other than Tom Burns, the +tramp who had entered his cabin during the night and +robbed him, and later had attacked him when digging for +Peter’s hidden treasure. It had been only a few months +since they had met, but Tom Burns, during that time, had +grown a thick beard, which had helped to disguise him.</p> +<p>It is hardly necessary to explain how Burns had found +his way out to Oreville. It was his business to tramp +about the country, and it had struck him that in the land +of gold he would have a chance to line his pockets with +treasure which did not belong to him. So fortune had +directed his steps to Oreville.</p> +<p>When he entered the store in which Ernest was employed, +he immediately, and in some surprise, recognized +the boy of Oak Forks. He was glad to find that Ernest +did not recognize him, and he immediately began to consider +in what way he could turn the circumstance to his +own advantage.</p> +<p>“I wonder if the boy sleeps there,” he said to himself. +“If so, I will make him a visit to-night. Probably the +money he has taken during the day will be in some drawer +where I can get hold of it.”</p> +<p>As he was leaving the store in the stealthy way habitual +to him, he met a man walking toward the place with a +long and careless stride. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131' name='page_131'></a>131</span></p> +<p>He started nervously, for this man was one whom he +dreaded, and had reason to fear.</p> +<p>It was Luke Robbins, who, tired with working the claim, +was going to the store to replenish his stock of tobacco.</p> +<p>Tom Burns pulled his soft hat down over his eyes and +pushed swiftly on.</p> +<p>Luke Robbins halted a moment and looked at him. As +in Ernest’s case, he seemed to see something familiar in +the appearance of the tramp. He realized, at all events, +that he was a stranger in Oreville, for he knew everyone in +the mining settlement.</p> +<p>“Who are you, stranger? Have I seen you before?” +asked Luke, hailing him.</p> +<p>Tom Burns did not dare to reply, for he feared that +Luke might prove to have a better memory than Ernest. +So he was passing on without a response, when Luke, who +considered his conduct suspicious, demanded, in a peremptory +tone, “Who are you? Do you live here?”</p> +<p>Tom Burns shrugged his shoulders, and said, disguising +his voice, “Me no understand English, boss.”</p> +<p>“What countryman are you?” asked Luke suspiciously.</p> +<p>“Italian,” answered Tom.</p> +<p>“Humph! you are the first Italian I have seen in Oreville.”</p> +<p>“Si, signor,” answered Tom, and this comprised all +the Italian he knew.</p> +<p>“Well, I don’t think you will find any inducement to +stay.”</p> +<p>“Si, signor,” replied Burns meekly.</p> +<p>Without another word Luke entered the store.</p> +<p>“Ernest,” he said, “I am out of tobacco, and must +have a smoke. Give me half a pound.”</p> +<p>“All right, Luke.”</p> +<p>“I ran across an Italian just outside. He seemed to +be leaving the store.”</p> +<p>“An Italian?” queried Ernest, his tone betraying surprise.</p> +<p>“Yes. Wasn’t he in here?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132' name='page_132'></a>132</span></p> +<p>“There was a man in here—a stranger, but I don’t +think he was an Italian.”</p> +<p>“This man answered me in some Italian gibberish. +He said he couldn’t understand English.”</p> +<p>“What was his appearance?”</p> +<p>Luke described him.</p> +<p>“It’s the same man that was in here just now, but he +could speak English as well as you or I.”</p> +<p>“Did you have some conversation with him?”</p> +<p>“Yes. He looked familiar to me, and I asked him +who he was. He said he had come from Missouri. He +was in search of work.”</p> +<p>“You say he understood and spoke English?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then I wonder what could be his game.”</p> +<p>“Don’t he look familiar to you?”</p> +<p>“Yes; there was something familiar about his appearance, +but I couldn’t place him.”</p> +<p>“He asked me if I couldn’t employ him in the store. +I told him Mr. Ames might give him a chance at mining.”</p> +<p>“Well?”</p> +<p>“He said he would look round a little before deciding.”</p> +<p>“Did he buy anything?”</p> +<p>“Yes, tobacco.”</p> +<p>“Did you mention my name?”</p> +<p>“Yes, and he looked uneasy.”</p> +<p>“Ernest,” said Luke Robbins, with a sudden inspiration, +“I know the man.”</p> +<p>“Who is it?”</p> +<p>“Don’t you recall any man at Oak Forks with whom +you had trouble?”</p> +<p>“Tom Burns?”</p> +<p>“Yes. That’s the man.”</p> +<p>“Why didn’t we recognize him then?”</p> +<p>“Because he has grown a full beard.”</p> +<p>“That’s so, Luke. I understand now why he looked +so familiar. I am sorry to see him here.”</p> +<p>“He’d better not undertake any of his rascalities or he +will find himself in hot water.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXIX_TOM_BURNS_MAKES_A_CALL' id='XXIX_TOM_BURNS_MAKES_A_CALL'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133' name='page_133'></a>133</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIX</h2> +<h3>TOM BURNS MAKES A CALL</h3> +</div> + +<p>When Burns left the store he walked to the outskirts +of the mining settlement, not wishing to attract attention. +He wished especially to avoid encountering Luke +Robbins, with the strength of whose arm he was disagreeably +familiar.</p> +<p>He proposed to keep out of sight until night, and then +make a visit to the store. It would go hard with him +if he did not make a raise there, either in the shape of +money or articles of value.</p> +<p>He came to a cabin standing by itself, at a considerable +distance from the homes of the other miners. Sitting in +front of it was a man with grizzled beard whose appearance +indicated advanced age. There were lines upon his +face that betrayed ill health.</p> +<p>“I wonder if anything can be got out of him,” thought +Tom Burns. “I’ll see.”</p> +<p>“Good-day, sir,” he said, affably.</p> +<p>The old man looked up.</p> +<p>“Good-day,” he replied. “Who may you be?”</p> +<p>“I’m an unfortunate man, in search of employment.”</p> +<p>“When people are unfortunate there is generally a +reason for it. Are you intemperate?”</p> +<p>“No, sir,” answered Burns, as if horror-stricken. “I +hate the taste of liquor.”</p> +<p>“I am glad to hear it.”</p> +<p>“I belong to three temperance societies,” continued +Tom, by way of deepening the favorable impression he +thought he had made.</p> +<p>“And still you are poor?”</p> +<p>“Yes,” answered Burns. “Once I was prosperous, +but I was ruined by signing notes for an unprincipled man +who took advantage of my friendship. Do you think I +can find work here?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_134' name='page_134'></a>134</span></p> +<p>“I don’t know. Probably you can get a chance to +work on one of Mr. Ames’s claims.”</p> +<p>“Is it Mr. Ames who owns the store?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“I called there to buy some tobacco. Is the boy there +his son?”</p> +<p>“No; he is a recent arrival in Oreville. He is a very +smart boy.”</p> +<p>“Is he? Mr. Ames trusts him, I suppose?”</p> +<p>“Yes. Why shouldn’t he?”</p> +<p>“I—I would rather not answer that question.”</p> +<p>“Have you ever met the boy before?”</p> +<p>“Yes; I met him in the East,” answered Burns.</p> +<p>“Since you have said so much you must say more. I +am a cousin of Mr. Ames, and if you know anything unfavorable +of the boy, it is your duty to tell me.”</p> +<p>“I have nothing against the boy, and would prefer not +to speak.”</p> +<p>“I insist upon your doing it.”</p> +<p>“It is only this. When I knew him he was employed +in a store. He was trusted as he appears to be here. +One night the store was robbed—that is, some money +disappeared, and the boy claimed that it was broken +into by thieves, who took the money, whereas he took it +himself.”</p> +<p>“That seems bad. Was it proved that he took the +money?”</p> +<p>“Yes. That’s why he was compelled to leave the +place.”</p> +<p>“Did you come here to expose him?”</p> +<p>“No; I didn’t know he was here. I was very much +taken by surprise when I saw him in the store.”</p> +<p>“This is important, if true. Mr. Ames ought to be +informed.”</p> +<p>“Don’t tell him while I am here. The boy is very revengeful, +and he might try to do me an injury.”</p> +<p>“Are you afraid of a boy?”</p> +<p>“I am a man of peace. I don’t want to get into any +difficulty.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_135' name='page_135'></a>135</span></p> +<p>“I suppose you wonder that I am sitting here while +others are at work.”</p> +<p>“Well, it did cross my mind.”</p> +<p>“My spine is affected. I look well, but I cannot walk. +I hope to be better after a while, but at present I am +comparatively helpless.”</p> +<p>“Can’t I help you?”</p> +<p>“You may go into the cabin, and bring me a bottle of +medicine which you will find in the cupboard.”</p> +<p>Burns entered the cabin gladly. It occurred to him +that he might find something worth taking.</p> +<p>On the wall, hanging from a nail, was a gold watch. +It was too good a chance to be lost. It might or it +might not be valuable, but at any rate it was worth something.</p> +<p>So, while securing the bottle, Burns slyly possessed +himself of the watch, which he slipped into his inside +breast pocket.</p> +<p>“Here is the bottle, sir,” he said, meekly.</p> +<p>“Thank you. Now bring a spoon which you will find +on the table.”</p> +<p>Burns did so.</p> +<p>“Now pour out a teaspoonful, which I will take.”</p> +<p>“I am glad to be of service to you. Don’t you want +an attendant while you are sick?”</p> +<p>“There would not be enough for you to do. I have +a son at work in the mines who is here morning and night, +and he gives me all the care I require.”</p> +<p>“I am sorry to hear that,” thought Burns. “The +son may be dangerous.”</p> +<p>“Then, sir, I will bid you good-by. I will pray for +your recovery.”</p> +<p>“Thank you. The prayers of the righteous avail +much. Are you righteous?”</p> +<p>“It isn’t for me to say, sir. I don’t want to boast.”</p> +<p>“That is creditable to you. By the way, are you +hungry?”</p> +<p>“I haven’t broken my fast since morning.”</p> +<p>“You will find some cold meat and a loaf of bread in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136' name='page_136'></a>136</span> +the cupboard. It is plain, but if you are hungry you +will enjoy it.”</p> +<p>“Thank you, sir. I will accept your kind invitation.”</p> +<p>Tom Burns was really hungry, and he did justice to +the food offered him.</p> +<p>When his lunch was over he came outside.</p> +<p>“Thank you,” he said, “for your kindness.”</p> +<p>“Out here we are always glad to give a meal of victuals +to a stranger who needs it. Are you going to stay long +in Oreville?”</p> +<p>“If I can get anything to do I may. You see I am a +poor man, and stand in pressing need of employment.”</p> +<p>“Keep up your courage! Something will turn up for +you. I will ask my son if he cannot find something for +you to do.”</p> +<p>“Thank you, sir. I will bid you good-by, with thanks +for your kindness.”</p> +<p>“If you are not pressed for time, I will send you on +an errand.”</p> +<p>“All right, sir. I shall be glad to be of service to +you.”</p> +<p>“Here is a Mexican dollar. You may go to the store +and bring me a dozen eggs. If there is any change you +may keep it.”</p> +<p>“Thank you, sir.”</p> +<p>“A dollar in!” thought Burns, as he turned away from +the cabin. “I think I can turn it to a better use than +spending it in eggs. That was a profitable call. I made +a gold watch and a dollar by it. The old man can’t pursue +me, thanks to his spinal complaint.”</p> +<p>“That is a very clever fellow,” reflected the old man, +when Burns had started on his errand. “A bit too religious +to suit my taste. Still he seemed grateful for the +little I did for him. If he had a little more push and +get up and get about him he would succeed better. Why, +he isn’t more than forty and he confesses himself a failure. +Why, at forty I considered myself a young man, and was +full of dash and enterprise. Now I am sixty and tied +to my seat by this spinal trouble. However, I’ve got +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137' name='page_137'></a>137</span> +something laid by, and, old as I am, I feel independent +as far as money goes.”</p> +<p>Half an hour—an hour—passed, and still the old +man found himself alone. His messenger had not come +back.</p> +<p>But there came up the path a tall, muscular figure, who +greeted the old man in a bluff, off-hand way.</p> +<p>“How are you, Luke?” said the old man. “I was +feeling lonely. I am glad to see you.”</p> +<p>“Have you been alone since morning?”</p> +<p>“Not quite all the time. I had quite a long call from +a stranger.”</p> +<p>“A stranger!” repeated Luke suspiciously. “What +was his appearance?”</p> +<p>The old man described Burns, and Luke knew him at +once.</p> +<p>“What did he say to you?”</p> +<p>“That reminds me—he said he knew the boy whom +Horace has put in the store—young Ray.”</p> +<p>“Did he?”</p> +<p>“Yes, and he doesn’t speak well of him.”</p> +<p>“What does he say about him?”</p> +<p>“I don’t like to tell you, Luke, for I believe he is a +protégé of yours.”</p> +<p>“Don’t mind that. If there is anything to be said +unfavorable of Ernest I ought to know it.”</p> +<p>“He says the boy robbed a store in which he was employed, +and then pretended it was entered by thieves. It +was on that account, he says, that the boy was compelled +to leave the town where he lived and come to California.”</p> +<p>“Really, that is very interesting. To my own personal +knowledge the boy was never before employed in a +store, and he came out to California with me.”</p> +<p>“Then what could the man mean?”</p> +<p>“I can’t say. I can only tell you that he is a professional +thief.”</p> +<p>“Look quick, Luke, and see if my gold watch is hanging +on a nail near the cupboard.”</p> +<p>“No, it is not there.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138' name='page_138'></a>138</span></p> +<p>“Then the rascal must have stolen it. I gave him a +Mexican dollar to buy some eggs at the store.”</p> +<p>“I don’t think you will ever see it again, unless I catch +the thief, as I may to-night.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXX_A_BURGLAR_S_FAILURE' id='XXX_A_BURGLAR_S_FAILURE'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXX</h2> +<h3>A BURGLAR’S FAILURE</h3> +</div> + +<p>If Tom Burns had been more prudent, he would have +made good his escape with the money and gold watch he +had already secured. But he was too greedy for gain.</p> +<p>He pictured to himself the store with its goodly stock +of money taken in during the day, and he felt an irresistible +craving for it. There might be one or two hundred +dollars, and no one in charge but a boy whom he could +easily overpower.</p> +<p>Apart from the pecuniary gain he felt that he should +enjoy getting the best of Ernest, who had already foiled +him at Oak Forks.</p> +<p>“This time he will come out second best,” chuckled +Burns to himself.</p> +<p>Then he laughed when he remembered how his appearance +had puzzled Ernest.</p> +<p>“It was a good idea growin’ a beard,” he said to himself. +“Seems to have disguised me pretty well. The +boy thought he had seen me before, but he couldn’t make +out where. The next time he’ll know me, I reckon.</p> +<p>“I must keep out of the way till night,” he said to +himself. “It won’t do for me to be seen prowlin’ round +the settlement.”</p> +<p>He retired a mile or two among the hills, and waited +impatiently for night to come.</p> +<p>“It is lucky that the old man gave me a meal,” he reflected, +“otherwise I should be about starved. I wonder +if that watch is worth much.”</p> +<p>He examined the watch, and decided that its value was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_139' name='page_139'></a>139</span> +probably not far from a hundred dollars. In fact, the +old man had bought it in St. Louis, and had selected a +high-priced article.</p> +<p>It did occur to Burns that perhaps he had better remain +satisfied with what he had got, for the watch would probably +bring him fifty dollars at a sacrifice sale; but the +temptation to stay was too strong.</p> +<p>“It would be a sin to give up such a fine chance,” he +reflected. “There’s next to no risk, and I may get two +hundred dollars.”</p> +<p>Then he began to consider what he would do in that +case. He decided that he would go to San Francisco, +and see what pickings he could find there.</p> +<p>He had already found out that mining men and others +in the far West were more careless about their money +than those in the East, probably because money came +easier.</p> +<p>“I did well when I came out here,” he said to himself +in a tone of congratulation. “I’ll make hay while the +sun shines.”</p> +<p>Meanwhile, though he did not know it, his visit was expected, +and preparations were being made to receive him.</p> +<p>After supper Luke Robbins came to the store and held +a conference with Ernest.</p> +<p>“I am going to pass the night with you, lad,” he said.</p> +<p>“I wish you would, Luke.”</p> +<p>“I want to help you do the honors to my old friend +Burns.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps he won’t call.”</p> +<p>“If he knows what’s best for him he won’t, but he +will be like the foolish moth, and won’t be contented till +he has singed his wings. I will look about me and see +where to bestow myself for the night.”</p> +<p>Ernest occupied a bed in the rear of the store, just +behind one of the counters. It was near a window in +the rear of the building.</p> +<p>“I’ll take that bed, Ernest, and you can find another +place.”</p> +<p>“Shall I fasten the window?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140' name='page_140'></a>140</span></p> +<p>“No. I am going to make it easy for my friend, +Burns, to get in. Whether he will find it as easy to get +out will be another matter.”</p> +<p>Nothing was said to the miners about the presence of +a thief in the settlement. At that time there was no toleration +for thieves. The punishment visited upon them +was short, sharp and decisive. The judge most in favor +was Judge Lynch, and woe be to the offender who ventured +to interfere with the rights of property.</p> +<p>Had Luke breathed a word about Burns, half a dozen +miners would have volunteered to stand guard, and would +thus have interfered with Tom Burns’s visit.</p> +<p>“I want to keep all the fun to myself, Ernest,” said +Luke. “We’ll give him a lesson he won’t soon forget. If +I told the boys they’d hang him up in short order. I don’t +want to take the fellow’s life, but I’ll give him a first-class +scare.”</p> +<p>It was about ten minutes of twelve when Tom Burns, +leaving his place of concealment, walked with eager steps +toward the mining settlement. The one street was not +illuminated, for Oreville had not got along as far as that. +The moon gave an indistinct light, relieving the night of +a part of its gloom.</p> +<p>Burns looked from one cabin to another with a wistful +glance.</p> +<p>“I suppose some of these miners have got a lot of gold-dust +hidden away in their shanties,” he said to himself. +“I wish I knew where I could light on some of their +treasure.”</p> +<p>But then it occurred to him that every miner was probably +armed, and would make it dangerous to any intruder.</p> +<p>So Tom Burns kept on his way. He was troubled by +no conscientious scruples. He had got beyond that long +ago. Sometimes it did occur to him to wonder how it +would seem to settle down as a man of respectability and +influence, taking a prominent part in the affairs of town +and church.</p> +<p>“It might have been,” he muttered. “My father was +a man of that sort. Why not I? If I hadn’t gone wrong +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141' name='page_141'></a>141</span> +in my early days, if I had not been tempted by the devil +to rob the storekeeper for whom I worked, and so made +myself an outcast and a pariah, who knows but I might +have been at this moment Thomas Burns, Esq., of some +municipality, instead of Tom Burns, the tramp? However, +it is foolish to speculate about this. I am what I +am, and there is little chance of my being anything else.”</p> +<p>So he dismissed the past, and recalled the work he had +set for himself.</p> +<p>Everything was still. In the mining village probably +there was not a person awake. It was like a dead town. +Everything seemed favorable to his designs.</p> +<p>There was the store. He could see it already. And +now there was nothing to do but to get in and take the +money, which he had no doubt was waiting ready to his +hand.</p> +<p>Perhaps he might be fortunate enough to secure it +without waking the boy. He hoped so, at any rate, for +he was not a desperate or cruel man. He did not wish +to injure Ernest unless it should be absolutely necessary.</p> +<p>Arriving at his destination, he paused to reconsider.</p> +<p>He did not expect to enter by the front door. He did +not as yet know whether there was any other. But at any +rate there must be a window somewhere, and he preferred +to get in that way.</p> +<p>He walked around to the rear of the store, and there +he discovered the window. He had been afraid it might +be blockaded with shelves, that would make entrance difficult, +but fortunately this did not appear to be the case. +He stood at the window and looked in.</p> +<p>The faint moonlight did not enable him to penetrate +the interior very far, but he could make out something. +There were goods of various kinds scattered about, and +he could just see a recumbent figure on a bed near the +counter.</p> +<p>“That’s the boy,” he said to himself. “I wonder if +he is asleep.”</p> +<p>There seemed to be no doubt on this point.</p> +<p>But for the indistinct light Tom Burns might have +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_142' name='page_142'></a>142</span> +thought the outstretched figure rather large for a boy. +But he only glanced at it furtively.</p> +<p>The next thing to consider was whether the window was +fastened. In that case he would have some difficulty, +though for this he was prepared, having an instrument by +which he could cut a pane of glass, and, thrusting in his +hand, unfasten the catch.</p> +<p>But through some strange inadvertence, apparently, +the window was not fastened, and much to his relief he +had no difficulty in lifting it.</p> +<p>He was as careful as possible, fearing lest he might +stumble over some article, and by the noise betray his +presence.</p> +<p>What if there was a dog inside? This thought brought +alarm to the burglar. In that case his visit would probably +be a failure. He remembered, however, with a feeling +of relief, that he had seen no dog about during his +visit to the store during the day.</p> +<p>Now that he had passed through the window, and was +fairly in the store, he looked round for the money drawer. +He had not seen the safe, or probably he might not have +entered the store at all, for he was not expert in breaking +open safes, and at any rate it would be a matter of time +and difficulty. So he was looking about when, as he +passed by the bed, he felt himself seized by the leg. Evidently +the sleeper had awakened and discovered his presence.</p> +<p>Burns got down on his knees and grasped the recumbent +figure by the throat.</p> +<p>“Lie still, or I’ll choke you!” he said fiercely.</p> +<p>But as he spoke he felt the rough beard of a man, and +with dismay he realized that he had tackled a more formidable +foe than the boy for whom he was prepared.</p> +<p>He felt himself seized with an iron grasp.</p> +<p>“I’ve got you, you rascally burglar!” were the words +he heard, and gave himself up for lost.</p> +<p>“Who are you?” he asked faintly.</p> +<p>“I am Luke Robbins, and I know you of old. You +are Tom Burns!”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXI_THE_ADVERTISEMENT' id='XXXI_THE_ADVERTISEMENT'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143' name='page_143'></a>143</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXI</h2> +<h3>THE ADVERTISEMENT</h3> +</div> + +<p>If there was anyone of whom Tom Burns stood in fear +it was Luke Robbins. When he found himself in the +grasp of his dreaded enemy, he grew weak with terror.</p> +<p>It was no longer a question of successful robbery. It +was a matter of personal safety.</p> +<p>“Well, what have you to say for yourself?” demanded +Luke, tightening his grasp.</p> +<p>“Have mercy on me, Mr. Robbins! Don’t kill me!” +ejaculated Burns, half choked.</p> +<p>“What did you come here for?”</p> +<p>“I—I had no money, and——”</p> +<p>“You thought you could get some here?”</p> +<p>“Ye-es,” faltered Burns.</p> +<p>“You thought you would be more than a match for +the boy. Well, you have no boy to deal with.”</p> +<p>“I know that very well,” confessed Burns.</p> +<p>“How long have you been in Oreville?”</p> +<p>“I only came this morning.”</p> +<p>“You have improved your time,” said Luke dryly. +“You have stolen a gold watch, besides making this attempt +at robbery.”</p> +<p>Tom Burns could not deny it, though he was surprised +at Luke’s knowledge.</p> +<p>“Hand over that watch!” said Luke in a tone of authority.</p> +<p>“Will you let me go if I do?”</p> +<p>“I will make no conditions with you. Hand over the +watch!”</p> +<p>Burns drew it from his inside pocket and handed it over.</p> +<p>“Humph! So far so good. Now how about that dollar +you took to buy eggs?”</p> +<p>“It is the only money I have, except a few pennies. +Please let me keep it.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144' name='page_144'></a>144</span></p> +<p>“If I tell what you have done to the miners you won’t +need any more money,” said Luke grimly.</p> +<p>“Why not?” asked Burns, trembling.</p> +<p>“Why not?” repeated Luke. “Because they will hang +you to the nearest tree. You won’t need to trouble about +money matters after that.”</p> +<p>“You won’t give me up, Mr. Robbins,” pleaded Burns, +in an agony of terror. “I—I am not fit to die. Besides, +I am a young man. I am not yet forty. I will +turn over a new leaf.”</p> +<p>“It’s high time you did. It is a long time since you +earned an honest living.”</p> +<p>“I know it, Mr. Robbins. I have been a bad man, +but it is not too late to reform. If you’ll let me go I +will leave Oreville to-night, and I will never trouble you +again.”</p> +<p>“It isn’t me you have troubled. It is the boy. You +robbed him, or tried to do it, at Oak Forks, and now you +have turned up here.”</p> +<p>“I didn’t know he was here.”</p> +<p>“You didn’t know I was here, or I think you would +have given the place a wide berth.”</p> +<p>“I am very sorry for what I did, and if you’ll only +spare my life, I’ll promise to reform.”</p> +<p>“I haven’t much faith in your promises, but I’ll leave +it to the boy. Ernest, what shall I do with this man?”</p> +<p>Ernest had come forward, and was standing but a few +feet from Luke and his captive.</p> +<p>“If he promises to reform,” said Ernest, “you’d better +give him another chance, Luke.”</p> +<p>“I am not sure that I ought to, but it is you to whom +he has done the most harm. If you give him over to +the miners we shall never be troubled by him again.”</p> +<p>Tom Burns turned pale, for he knew that life and +death were in the balance, and that those two—Luke and +the boy—were to decide his fate.</p> +<p>Ernest could not help pitying the trembling wretch. +He was naturally kind-hearted, and at that moment he +felt that he could forgive Burns all that he had done. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_145' name='page_145'></a>145</span></p> +<p>“Since you have left it to me, Luke,” he said, “let +him go.”</p> +<p>“It shall be as you say, Ernest.”</p> +<p>As he spoke he released his hold, and Tom Burns stood +erect. He breathed a deep sigh of relief.</p> +<p>“May I go?” he asked submissively.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>Before leaving he turned to Ernest.</p> +<p>“You are a good-hearted boy,” he said, “and I shall +not forget that you have saved my life. If I am ever +able to do anything for you, I will do it. You will find +that Tom Burns, bad as he has been, knows how to be +grateful.”</p> +<p>“I think you mean what you say,” returned Ernest. +“I hope you will keep your promise and will turn over +a new leaf. Is it true that you are penniless?”</p> +<p>“Not quite. This is all I have.”</p> +<p>Burns drew from his pocket a handful of small change—less +than a dollar in all—and held it out for inspection.</p> +<p>“Then I will help you along.”</p> +<p>Ernest took from his pocket a five-dollar gold piece, +and offered it to the tramp.</p> +<p>“That is more than I would do for him,” said Luke.</p> +<p>“It is more than I deserve,” replied Burns, “but you +won’t be sorry for your kindness. If ever you see me +again, I shall be a different man.”</p> +<p>He passed out of the window, and they saw him no +more.</p> +<p>Luke and Ernest said very little of their night’s adventure, +but the gold watch and the Mexican dollar were +returned to the man from whom they had been taken.</p> +<p>Six months passed. Oreville had doubled its population, +the mines had yielded a large sum in gold-dust, and +the store presided over by Ernest was considerably enlarged.</p> +<p>His services had been so satisfactory that Horace Ames, +whose time was taken up elsewhere, had raised his share +of the profits to one-half.</p> +<p>At the end of six months, besides defraying his expenses, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146' name='page_146'></a>146</span> +Ernest found himself possessed of a thousand dollars.</p> +<p>“Luke, I feel rich,” said he, when his faithful friend +came round for a chat.</p> +<p>“You’ve done better than I have,” rejoined Luke. +“The most I have been able to scrape together is four +hundred dollars.”</p> +<p>“I will give you a part of my money, so that we may +be even.”</p> +<p>“No, you won’t, Ernest. What do you take me for?”</p> +<p>“Mr. Ames has been very liberal, and that is why I have +got so much. I don’t feel that I ought to have so much +more than you.”</p> +<p>“Don’t bother about me, lad; I feel rich with four hundred +dollars. I never was worth so much before, though +I’m almost three times your age. And I wouldn’t have +that but for you.”</p> +<p>“How do you make that out, Luke?”</p> +<p>“Because I never had any ambition till I met you. I +never thought of saving money; as long as I got enough +to eat I cared for nothing else. I should have died without +enough to bury me if you had not set me the example +of putting something by for a rainy day.”</p> +<p>“I am glad if I have done you any good, Luke, for +you have been a kind friend to me.”</p> +<p>A week later Luke came into the store, holding a letter +in his hand.</p> +<p>“Here is a letter for you, Ernest,” he said. “I was +passing the post-office just now when I was hailed by the +postmaster, who asked me if I would take the letter to +you. I didn’t know that you had any correspondents.”</p> +<p>“Nor I, Luke. I think it is the first letter I ever +received. Whom can it be from?”</p> +<p>“From some one who knows you are here. It is post-marked +St. Louis.”</p> +<p>“Well, I can easily discover who wrote it,” said Ernest, +as he cut open the envelope with his penknife.</p> +<p>He turned at once to the signature, and exclaimed, in +great surprise, “Why, it’s from Tom Burns.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147' name='page_147'></a>147</span></p> +<p>“The man who tried to rob the store?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“He has probably written to ask you for some money.”</p> +<p>“No, Luke, you are mistaken. I will read it to you.”</p> +<p>The letter started thus:</p> +<div class='blockquot'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Ernest Ray</span>: You will probably be surprised to hear from me. +Let me begin by saying that I have kept the promise I made to you +and Mr. Robbins when you let me off six months ago. I have turned +over a new leaf, and have been strictly honest ever since, as I promised +you I would be.</p> +<p>I won’t trouble you with an account of my struggles to get along. +I will only say that I am employed at present as a waiter at the +Planters’ Hotel, and though I can’t save up much money, I am able +to live comfortably. But you will wonder why I am writing to you. +It is because I have seen your name mentioned in an advertisement +in one of the St. Louis daily papers. I inclose the advertisement, +and hope it is something to your advantage. I have taken the +liberty to write to Mr. Bolton, telling him where you were six +months since, and I now write to you so that you may communicate +with him also. Yours respectfully,</p> +<div class='ra'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Tom Burns</span>.</p> +</div> + +</div> +<p>The advertisement appended ran thus:</p> +<div class='blockquot'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Information Wanted.</span>—Should this meet the eye of Ernest Ray, +some time residing at Oak Forks, Iowa, he is requested to communicate +with Benjamin Bolton, Attorney at Law, 182 Nassau +Street, New York City.</p> +</div> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXII_MR_BOLTON_AS_A_HUSTLER' id='XXXII_MR_BOLTON_AS_A_HUSTLER'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXII</h2> +<h3>MR. BOLTON AS A HUSTLER</h3> +</div> + +<p>When Benjamin Bolton left the house of Stephen Ray +with a hundred dollars in his pocket, it was his clearly defined +purpose to find the boy who had been so grossly +wronged, and force the present holder of the Ray estate +to make restitution. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148' name='page_148'></a>148</span></p> +<p>Only a few hours previous he had been nearly penniless. +Even now, though he was provided with a sum of money +that made him feel comparatively rich, he knew it would +not last long.</p> +<p>He provided himself with a respectable suit of clothing, +and took the next train for New York. He had been in +the metropolis two or three times in the course of his life, +but knew no one there.</p> +<p>While other paths might be open to him, for he was a +man of education and worldly experience, he felt that he +should like to get back into his own profession. He flattered +himself that if properly started he could make himself +valuable to an established attorney in the way of +hunting up cases, and taking part in any legal work that +might be intrusted to him.</p> +<p>But how could he, an unknown man, recommend himself +to any lawyer whose standing and business would +make a connection with him desirable? Perhaps in any +other business there would be less difficulty in making a +start.</p> +<p>But Mr. Bolton was resolute and determined, and fortune +favored him.</p> +<p>Within thirty miles of the city a stout gentleman of +perhaps fifty entered the car and sat beside him. He +looked like a well-to-do business man, free from care, but +for the anxious expression on his face. He appeared like +a man in trouble who stood in need of advice.</p> +<p>The train had gone several miles before he decided to +confide in the quiet man who sat beside him. He had already +taken stock of Bolton in furtive glances.</p> +<p>“There is something on his mind,” thought Bolton. +“He looks as if he wished to speak to some one.”</p> +<p>He addressed a casual remark to his companion, who +instantly responded.</p> +<p>“I don’t like to trouble you,” he said, “but I am somewhat +perplexed.”</p> +<p>“My dear sir, if in any way I can help you I shall be +glad to do so,” answered Bolton. “I am a lawyer——”</p> +<p>“Are you?” said the other eagerly. “I want to meet +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149' name='page_149'></a>149</span> +a good, honest and smart lawyer, who will undertake a +case for me.”</p> +<p>Bolton pricked up his ears. This seemed to be a providential +opportunity, of which he resolved to avail himself.</p> +<p>“I should not like to praise myself,” he said modestly, +“but I think you will find me faithful to your interests.”</p> +<p>“No doubt of it, sir. Are you a New York lawyer?”</p> +<p>“I am about to connect myself with a law firm in the +city,” answered Bolton, hoping that this statement might +prove accurate.</p> +<p>“Then you will be able to help me.”</p> +<p>“State your case, if you don’t mind.”</p> +<p>Bolton took out a small memorandum-book, and, pencil +in hand, sat ready to take down the important points.</p> +<p>“Twenty years ago my father died, leaving an estate +of fifty thousand dollars. It was divided equally between +my sister Martha and myself. I married, and Martha for +the last twenty years has been a member of my family. +Being a spinster, with only herself to provide for, her +property has doubled, while I, having several children, +have barely held my own. Of course I expected that my +children and myself would inherit Martha’s money when +she died.”</p> +<p>“Very natural, sir, and very just.”</p> +<p>“Well, Martha died last August. Imagine my dismay +when her will was opened and proved to bequeath her entire +estate to various charities in which she never took any +particular interest when living.”</p> +<p>“Do you suspect anyone of influencing her to this disposition +of her property?”</p> +<p>“Yes, she had various conversations with a collector for +these societies, who resided in the town during the summer, +who sought an introduction when he learned that she +was a lady of independent fortune. He called frequently, +and flattered my sister, who had lately shown signs of +mental weakness.”</p> +<p>“Did she cut off your family entirely in her will?”</p> +<p>“Yes, she didn’t leave even a dollar to any one of my +children, though one of my daughters was named for her.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_150' name='page_150'></a>150</span></p> +<p>“Was the collector entitled to a commission on sums +secured for the societies which he represented?”</p> +<p>“Yes, that is the cause of his zeal. He would make a +very handsome percentage on an estate as large as my +sister’s.”</p> +<p>“But for him would she have been likely to cut off her +relatives?”</p> +<p>“No. We should probably have received every dollar.”</p> +<p>“Do you think the collector cherished any matrimonial +designs with reference to your sister?”</p> +<p>“I did think so at one time, but Martha’s condition as +an invalid led her to discourage his attentions, though she +was evidently flattered by them.”</p> +<p>“Of course you wish to break the will?”</p> +<p>“Yes. Do you think it can be done?”</p> +<p>“Upon the basis of what you have told me I should +think the chances were greatly in your favor.”</p> +<p>His companion brightened up very perceptibly at this +assurance.</p> +<p>“Have you ever been employed in any similar cases?” +he asked.</p> +<p>“My dear sir, I have a very important case of the kind +on my hands at this moment. The amount involved is +quarter of a million dollars.”</p> +<p>Mr. Bolton rose greatly in the estimation of his new +client after this statement.</p> +<p>“Is the case at all similar?”</p> +<p>“Hardly. It is the case of a will concealed, or rather +suppressed, and acting upon a will previously made. I +cannot go into details, as I wish to keep our enemy in +the dark.”</p> +<p>“I understand. Have you your card with you, so that +I can call at your office?”</p> +<p>This was a puzzling question for Bolton, but he was +equal to the occasion.</p> +<p>“Tell me what hotel you propose to stop at, and I +will call upon you at eleven o’clock to-morrow morning.”</p> +<p>“I don’t know much about the New York hotels.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151' name='page_151'></a>151</span></p> +<p>“Then let me recommend a house,” naming a comfortable +but not expensive hostelry on upper Broadway.</p> +<p>“I will go there.”</p> +<p>“I think you have not yet mentioned your name.”</p> +<p>“My name is Ephraim Paulding.”</p> +<p>Bolton noted it down in his memorandum-book, and +soon after the train ran into the station at Forty-second +Street.</p> +<p>There was no time to lose. Bolton made inquiries and +obtained the name of a successful lawyer, with an office +at 182 Nassau Street. He did not wait till the next day, +but made a call that same evening at his house on Lexington +Avenue.</p> +<p>Mr. Norcross, the lawyer, entered the parlor with Bolton’s +card in his hand, and a puzzled expression on his +face.</p> +<p>“Have I ever met you before, Mr. Bolton?” he asked.</p> +<p>“No, sir.”</p> +<p>“Please state your business.”</p> +<p>“I should like to enter your office. I am a lawyer with +fifteen years’ experience.”</p> +<p>“I should hardly think so, considering the strange proposal +you are making.”</p> +<p>“I am quite aware that it seems so, but I can make it +worth your while.”</p> +<p>“How?”</p> +<p>“By bringing you business. I can put in your hands +now a will case involving an estate of fifty thousand dollars, +and further on probably a much more important +case.”</p> +<p>“You seem to be a hustler.”</p> +<p>“I am.”</p> +<p>“Where has your professional life been spent?” asked +Norcross.</p> +<p>“At Elmira. Now I wish to remove to this city. It +will give me a larger and more profitable field.”</p> +<p>“Give me some idea of the case you say you can put +in my hands.”</p> +<p>Bolton did so. His terse and crisp statement—for he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152' name='page_152'></a>152</span> +was a man of ability—interested the lawyer, and disposed +him favorably toward the matter.</p> +<p>The result of the interview was that he engaged Bolton +at a small salary and a commission on business brought +to the office for a period of three months.</p> +<p>“Thank you,” said Bolton as he rose to go. “You +will not regret this step.”</p> +<p>The next morning Bolton brought his railroad acquaintance +to the office, and Mr. Norcross formally undertook +his case.</p> +<p>“I think we shall win,” he said. “It is an aggravated +case of undue influence. Mr. Bolton will from time to +time communicate to you the steps we have taken.”</p> +<p>It is unnecessary to go into details. It is enough to +say that the will was broken, and a goodly sum found +its way to the coffers of Lawyer Norcross.</p> +<p>By this time Benjamin Bolton had established himself +in the favor of his employer, who at the end of three +months made a new and much more advantageous arrangement. +Bolton had not yet taken any steps in Ernest’s +case, but he now felt that the time had come to do so. +He wrote to the postmaster at Oak Forks, inquiring if +he knew a boy named Ernest Ray, but learned in reply +that Ernest had left the place some months before, and +had not since been heard from.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXIII_ANSWERING_THE_ADVERTISEMENT' id='XXXIII_ANSWERING_THE_ADVERTISEMENT'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIII</h2> +<h3>ANSWERING THE ADVERTISEMENT</h3> +</div> + +<p>The advertisement for Ernest in a St. Louis daily paper +came about in this way.</p> +<p>Bolton was in the habit of inquiring from time to time +of Western clients if they were acquainted with any persons +bearing the name Ray. One gentleman, who frequently +visited St. Louis, answered, “Yes, I know a boy +named Ray.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153' name='page_153'></a>153</span></p> +<p>“Tell me all you know about him,” said Bolton eagerly.</p> +<p>“I was staying at the Southern Hotel last winter,” answered +Mr. Windham, “when my attention was called to +a bright-looking newsboy who sold the evening papers +outside. I was so attracted by him that I inquired his +name. He said it was Ray, and that he was alone in the +world.”</p> +<p>“What was his first name?”</p> +<p>“I can’t recall. I am not sure that I heard it.”</p> +<p>“Was it Ernest?”</p> +<p>“I cannot speak with any certainty.”</p> +<p>“How old did the boy appear to be?”</p> +<p>“About sixteen.”</p> +<p>“That would have been the age of Dudley Ray’s son,” +said Bolton to himself.</p> +<p>“I suppose you didn’t learn where the boy lived?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>This was all the information Mr. Windham was able +to impart, but Bolton felt that it was possibly of importance. +It was the first clue he had been able to +obtain.</p> +<p>That Dudley Ray’s son should be forced by dire necessity +to sell newspapers was not improbable. Bolton therefore +inserted the advertisement already mentioned.</p> +<p>A few days later he received two letters post-marked St. +Louis.</p> +<p>He opened them with a thrill of excitement. He felt +that he was on the verge of making an important discovery.</p> +<p>One letter was addressed in a schoolboy hand, and ran +thus:</p> +<div class='blockquot'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Dear Sir</span>: I saw your advertisement in one of the morning +papers. I hope it means me. My name is not Ernest, but it may +have been changed by some people with whom I lived in Nebraska. +I am sixteen years old, and I am obliged to earn my living selling +papers. My father died when I was a baby, and my mother three +years later. I am alone in the world, and am having a hard time. +I suppose you wouldn’t advertise for me unless you had some good +news for me. You may send your answer to this letter to the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154' name='page_154'></a>154</span> +Southern Hotel. The clerk is a friend of mine, and he says he will +save it for me.</p> +<div class='ra'> +<p style='margin-right:4em;'>Yours respectfully,</p> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Arthur Ray.</span></p> +</div> + +</div> +<p>“That isn’t the boy,” said Bolton, laying down the letter +in disappointment. “The name is different, and, besides, +the writer says that his father died when he was a +baby. Of course that settles the question. He is a different +boy.”</p> +<p>He opened the second letter, hoping that it might be +more satisfactory.</p> +<p>It was the letter of Tom Burns, setting forth his meeting +Ernest at Oak Forks, and afterward at Oreville in +California.</p> +<p>“Eureka!” exclaimed Bolton, his face beaming with exultation. +“This is the boy and no mistake. I will at +once answer this letter, and also write to Ernest Ray in +California.”</p> +<p>This was the letter received by Burns:</p> +<div class='blockquot'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Dear Sir</span>: I am very much indebted to you for the information +contained in your letter of two days since. I have reason to think +that the boy you mention is the one of whom I am in search. If it +proves to be so, I am free to tell you that he will be much benefited +by your communication. There is a considerable estate, now wrongfully +held by another, to which he is entitled. Should things turn +out as I hope, I will see that you lose nothing by the service you have +rendered him and myself. I will write to him by this mail. Should +you change your address, please notify me.</p> +<div class='ra'> +<p style='margin-right:4em;'>Yours truly,</p> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Benjamin Bolton.</span></p> +</div> + +<p>182 Nassau Street, New York.</p> +</div> +<p>The letter written to Ernest ran thus:</p> +<div class='blockquot'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Ernest Ray</span>, Oreville, California:</p> +<p>I have for some time been seeking to find you. In response to an +advertisement inserted in a St. Louis daily paper, I learn that you +are at present living in Oreville, California. This information was +given me by one Thomas Burns, who is employed at the Planters’ +Hotel. The name is, I hope, familiar to you. It is very desirable +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_155' name='page_155'></a>155</span> +that I should have an interview with you. If you are the son of +Dudley Ray, formerly residing at or near Elmira, what I have to +say will be greatly to your advantage.</p> +<p>Will you write me at once, letting me know whether this be the +case? Also state your present circumstances, and whether you need +pecuniary help. It is unfortunate that we are so far apart. I am +connected with a New York legal firm, and cannot very well go to +California; but I might assist you to come to New York, if as I suppose, +your means are limited. Will you write to me at once whether +this is the case? I shall anxiously await your reply.</p> +<div class='ra'> +<p style='margin-right:4em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Benjamin Bolton</span>,</p> +<p>Attorney at Law.</p> +</div> + +<p>182 Nassau Street, New York City.</p> +</div> +<p>Ernest read this letter with eager interest, and showed +it to Luke Robbins.</p> +<p>“What do you think of it, Luke?” he asked.</p> +<p>“What do I think of it? It looks very much as if you +were entitled to some money.”</p> +<p>“What shall I do?”</p> +<p>“Write this Mr. Bolton that you will go at once to +New York, and call upon him.”</p> +<p>“But how about the store? I should not like to leave +Mr. Ames in the lurch.”</p> +<p>“I will take your place here, and to qualify myself for +it I will come in to-morrow, and begin to serve an apprenticeship.”</p> +<p>Ernest wrote to Bolton that he would start for New +York in a week. He added that he had the money necessary +for the journey. He said also that he was the son +of Dudley Ray, and that he remembered visiting Elmira +with his father.</p> +<p>When Bolton received this letter, he exclaimed triumphantly: +“Now, Stephen Ray, I have you on the hip. +You looked down upon me when I called upon you. In +your pride, and your unjust possession of wealth, you +thought me beneath your notice. Unless I am mistaken, +I shall be the instrument under Providence of taking from +you your ill-gotten gains, and carrying out the wishes expressed +in the last will of your deceased uncle.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_156' name='page_156'></a>156</span></p> +<p>Ernest left Oreville with four hundred dollars in his +pocket. The balance of his money he left, in the hands +of his friend Horace Ames, upon whom he was authorized +to draw if he should have need.</p> +<p>“I don’t intend to carry all my money with me,” he +said to Luke Robbins. “I might lose it all.”</p> +<p>“Even if you did, Ernest, you could draw on me. If +you need it, do so without any hesitation.”</p> +<p>“You are a good friend, Luke,” said Ernest warmly. +“What should I do without you?”</p> +<p>“I am beginning to wonder what I should do without +you, Ernest. Suppose, now, this lawyer puts a fortune +in your hands?”</p> +<p>“If he does, Luke, I am sure to need your help in some +way.”</p> +<p>“Thank you, Ernest. I know you mean what you +say. You may find a better friend, but you won’t find +one that is more ready to serve you than Luke Robbins.”</p> +<p>“I am sure of that, Luke,” said Ernest with a bright +smile as he pressed the rough hand of his faithful friend.</p> +<p>Ernest did not loiter on his way, though he was tempted +to stop in Chicago, but he reflected that he would have +plenty of chances to visit that bustling city after his business +had been attended to.</p> +<p>As he approached Buffalo on the train his attention +was attracted to two persons sitting a little distance in +front of him. They were a father and son, as he gathered +from the conversation.</p> +<p>The son was about his own age and size apparently, +but rather more slender in figure. He had a peevish +expression, and Ernest doubted whether he would like +him.</p> +<p>“Father,” Ernest heard him say, “won’t you give me +a little money? I am dead broke.”</p> +<p>“I gave you five dollars when we set out on this journey,” +he said.</p> +<p>“Well, five dollars won’t last forever,” was the pert +rejoinder.</p> +<p>“It ought to last more than four days, Clarence.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157' name='page_157'></a>157</span></p> +<p>Ernest started. He knew that his cousin’s name was +Clarence. Could this be Stephen Ray and his son?</p> +<p>Even if it were so, he felt that it would not be advisable +to make himself known. This business which was +carrying him to New York might bring him into conflict +with Stephen Ray. If so, he would not care to let his +presence be known.</p> +<p>On arriving at Buffalo Ernest left the train. He had +never visited Niagara, and being now so near he felt that +he could not forego the opportunity.</p> +<p>He registered at the Tefft House, and decided to remain +for a day. This would give him time to see the +Falls.</p> +<p>Ernest had a room assigned to him, and went up to it +at once to have the luxury of a good wash.</p> +<p>Five minutes afterward Stephen Ray and his son Clarence +entered the hotel.</p> +<p>Mr. Ray, in a pompous manner, went up to the desk +and said to the clerk: “Can you give me a good room?”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> +<p>“I want a front room if you have it.”</p> +<p>“I can’t give you a front room, but I can give you a +good side room.”</p> +<p>Stephen Ray grumbled a little, but finally decided to +take the room offered him. He saw that his haughty +manner did not impress the clerk, who was accustomed +to men of his class.</p> +<p>Clarence looked over his father’s shoulder as he registered.</p> +<p>“Why, pa,” he exclaimed in surprise, “there’s another +guest of our name.”</p> +<p>“Where?” asked his father.</p> +<p>“There, three names above your signature.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXIV_A_STRANGE_MEETING' id='XXXIV_A_STRANGE_MEETING'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_158' name='page_158'></a>158</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIV</h2> +<h3>A STRANGE MEETING</h3> +</div> + +<p>Stephen Ray looked at the register, and started violently +as he read the entry:</p> +<p>“Ernest Ray, Oreville, California.”</p> +<p>“What’s the matter, pa?” asked Clarence, noticing his +father’s agitation.</p> +<p>“Oh, nothing, nothing,” answered his father with an +effort.</p> +<p>“Haven’t we a cousin named Ernest Ray?”</p> +<p>“We had, but he is dead.”</p> +<p>“It is strange that there should be another person of +the name.”</p> +<p>“Not at all. The world is large, and there are a good +many persons of one name.”</p> +<p>“This one is from California.”</p> +<p>“So I see. By the way,” here Mr. Ray addressed the +clerk, “did you observe the person who registered under +the name of Ray?”</p> +<p>“Yes. It is a boy about the size of this young gentleman.”</p> +<p>“It is strange,” said Clarence. “It may be our +cousin.”</p> +<p>“Didn’t I tell you that the person you refer to is +dead?” said his father testily.</p> +<p>“I don’t believe it,” thought Clarence, but he did not +express his unbelief. He determined, however, to have an +interview with the boy, and find out all about him.</p> +<p>He saw Ernest at the table soon after, and so did Stephen +Ray. The latter noted with alarm the resemblance +of the boy to his cousin Dudley Ray, whose estate he had +usurped.</p> +<p>“I hope Bolton won’t get hold of him,” he said to +himself. “It would be dangerous to me.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_159' name='page_159'></a>159</span></p> +<p>After supper Mr. Ray went out, leaving Clarence to +himself.</p> +<p>He improved the opportunity. Seeing Ernest sitting +alone, he went up to him.</p> +<p>“Is your name Ray?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Yes, Ernest Ray.”</p> +<p>“My name is Clarence Ray.”</p> +<p>“So I thought. We are cousins.”</p> +<p>“That’s what I told pa, but he said it was not so—that +Ernest Ray was dead.”</p> +<p>“Your father’s name is Stephen Ray?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“I have known of him and you since I was old enough +to remember anything.”</p> +<p>“Then you are really my Cousin Ernest?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“I wonder why pa said you were dead. I will tell pa +he is mistaken.”</p> +<p>“No, Clarence, I would rather you wouldn’t. There +are reasons why it is better not to say anything about +it.”</p> +<p>“All right. Are you well off?”</p> +<p>Ernest smiled.</p> +<p>“I am not rich,” he said, “but I am comfortably +fixed.”</p> +<p>“Do you live in California?”</p> +<p>“I have lived there for the last few months.”</p> +<p>“Why did you come East?”</p> +<p>“On a little business.”</p> +<p>“I am glad you are well off. I think pa was afraid +you were a poor relation.”</p> +<p>“Your father is rich?”</p> +<p>“Yes, ever so rich. We’ve got a fine place near Elmira. +If pa wasn’t so cranky I would invite you there to +visit me.”</p> +<p>“Thank you all the same,” said Ernest, smiling.</p> +<p>Later in the evening, when Stephen Ray came in, Ernest +noticed that he looked at him critically. He, too, examined +the man who, he had reason to believe, was enjoying +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160' name='page_160'></a>160</span> +the estates that should be his, and was not attracted toward +him.</p> +<p>“What will he say,” thought Ernest, “when I make a +formal demand for the property?”</p> +<p>“What in the name of all that’s unlucky can have +brought that boy here at this time?” Stephen Ray was +saying to himself.</p> +<p>He never for an instant doubted Ernest’s identity—in +fact, he could not well have done so, for he bore a strong +resemblance to Dudley Ray.</p> +<p>Stephen Ray’s curiosity was excited. Ernest did not +appear like the average poor relation. He was quite as +well dressed as Clarence. Besides, he had registered at a +high-priced hotel, which showed that he was not cramped +for means.</p> +<p>This gave him satisfaction, as it made it less likely +that he would appeal to him for assistance.</p> +<p>Stephen Ray was rather surprised that Clarence made +no further reference to Ernest. Had he known that the +two had had a conversation he would have been seriously +disturbed. He hoped that Bolton would not get hold of +the boy.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXV_MR_BOLTON_AND_HIS_CLIENT' id='XXXV_MR_BOLTON_AND_HIS_CLIENT'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXV</h2> +<h3>MR. BOLTON AND HIS CLIENT</h3> +</div> + +<p>Benjamin Bolton sat at his desk in the law office of +Albert Norcross, on Nassau Street. He was well, even +handsomely dressed, and looked very unlike the shabby +tramp who had called months before at the house of Stephen +Ray.</p> +<p>He was really a man of ability which his employer had +found out. He had raised Bolton’s salary to a liberal +figure, and felt that in securing his services he had made +a real acquisition.</p> +<p>Bolton was absorbed in preparation for a case which +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161' name='page_161'></a>161</span> +had been assigned to him, when a boy came to his desk +with a card.</p> +<p>Bolton no sooner read the name, “Ernest Ray,” than +he became eager and excited.</p> +<p>“Tell him to come in,” he said.</p> +<p>Ernest, quiet and self-possessed, entered the office and +approached the lawyer’s desk.</p> +<p>“Are you Mr. Bolton?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Yes, and you——”</p> +<p>“I am Ernest Ray.”</p> +<p>Benjamin Bolton looked keenly at the boy, admiring his +handsome face and manly bearing.</p> +<p>“I see your father’s looks in you,” he said.</p> +<p>“Then you knew my father?” said Ernest.</p> +<p>“Yes. We were young men together.”</p> +<p>“I am glad to meet you, then.”</p> +<p>“You come from California?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“I judge from your appearance that you have not suffered +from poverty.”</p> +<p>“I have been fortunate at Oreville. At Oak Forks I +lived very humbly with Peter Brant, an old servant of my +father.”</p> +<p>“Yes, I remember Peter. Is he alive still?”</p> +<p>“No, he died a little less than a year since. Till his +death I thought him my uncle and knew no other relatives. +Before he died he told me who I was.”</p> +<p>“How did he live?”</p> +<p>“On a small sum left by my father. When he died it +was all exhausted except a hundred dollars. I took that +and went to California with a man named Luke Robbins, +who has proved my faithful friend.”</p> +<p>“What were you doing in California? Were you +working at the mines?”</p> +<p>“No. I was keeping a store where I sold miners’ supplies.”</p> +<p>“Did it pay you well?”</p> +<p>“I was very well paid for a boy. When I left Oreville +I was worth a thousand dollars.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_162' name='page_162'></a>162</span></p> +<p>“That is well, but it is only a drop in the bucket compared +with the fortune you are entitled to.”</p> +<p>“Now held by Mr. Stephen Ray?”</p> +<p>“Yes; he will be surprised to see you in the East.”</p> +<p>“He has seen me,” said Ernest quickly.</p> +<p>“What!” exclaimed the lawyer. “You have not called +upon him?”</p> +<p>“No. I met him on the train and afterwards at a Buffalo +hotel. My Cousin Clarence was with him.”</p> +<p>“Did you have any conference with them?”</p> +<p>“I talked with Clarence, not with his father.”</p> +<p>“Did you think the father knew you?”</p> +<p>“Yes, but he did not speak to me.”</p> +<p>“He told me when I called upon him some time ago +that you were dead—that you died in Georgia.”</p> +<p>“What could have been his object?”</p> +<p>“He did not wish me to find you, for I had the proof +that the estate was rightfully yours.”</p> +<p>“What led you to think I was alive?”</p> +<p>“I cross-examined Clarence, who did not know his +father’s desire to keep us apart.”</p> +<p>“Is the estate a large one?”</p> +<p>“Quarter of a million, at least.”</p> +<p>Ernest’s eyes opened wide with amazement.</p> +<p>“But I will introduce you to Mr. Norcross, my principal, +and we will talk over our plan of operations. You +must assert your rights, and demand that your grandfather’s +will be carried out. Are you content to place +yourself in our hands?”</p> +<p>“Entirely so. But I am sorry for Cousin Stephen. +It will be a great blow for him.”</p> +<p>“Don’t waste any pity upon him. He defrauded your +father, and meant to defraud you.”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXVI_STEPHEN_RAY_ALARMED' id='XXXVI_STEPHEN_RAY_ALARMED'></a> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_163' name='page_163'></a>163</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXVI</h2> +<h3>STEPHEN RAY ALARMED</h3> +</div> + +<p>“A gentleman to see you, sir.”</p> +<p>This was the message brought to Stephen Ray by the +servant one morning.</p> +<p>“Did he give his name?”</p> +<p>“No, sir.”</p> +<p>“Very well; bring him up.”</p> +<p>Mr. Ray was sitting at the desk in his library. He was +looking over some plans for the improvement of his handsome +residence.</p> +<p>He proposed to enlarge a lower room by a bay window +and to carry the piazza round on each side. It would +cost something, but his income was ample—at least four +times his expenditure.</p> +<p>He looked up as a handsomely dressed gentleman entered +the room.</p> +<p>“What is your business, sir?” asked Stephen Ray formally.</p> +<p>The visitor smiled.</p> +<p>“You don’t recognize me, Stephen Ray?” he said.</p> +<p>“Benjamin Bolton!” exclaimed the other, his countenance +changing.</p> +<p>“The same.”</p> +<p>“I judge from your appearance that your circumstances +have improved,” said Mr. Ray coldly.</p> +<p>“Fortunately, yes.”</p> +<p>“I congratulate you.”</p> +<p>“Thank you. The money you kindly loaned me when +I was last here did me a great deal of good.”</p> +<p>“I presume you have come to repay it,” said Ray, with +a sneer.</p> +<p>“You are right,” and Bolton drew from his pocket two +fifty-dollar bills, which he tendered to his host. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164' name='page_164'></a>164</span></p> +<p>Stephen Ray was fond of money, and he received the +notes with satisfaction.</p> +<p>“You have acted honorably,” he said more graciously. +“Are you located in the neighborhood?”</p> +<p>“No, in New York City. I am in a law office there.”</p> +<p>“I am pleased with your success. I would ask you to +remain, but I am quite busy this morning.”</p> +<p>“Excuse me, Mr. Ray, but the repayment of the loan +was not my only errand. I am here on more important +business.”</p> +<p>Stephen Ray’s countenance changed. He began to fear +that Bolton had found Ernest.</p> +<p>“When I was here last year you told me that Dudley +Ray’s son, Ernest, was dead.”</p> +<p>“Yes, he died in Alabama.”</p> +<p>“When I was here before you told me he died in +Georgia.”</p> +<p>“I believe it was Georgia,” said Stephen Ray, disconcerted.</p> +<p>“You will be glad to hear that it is a mistake—about +the death, I mean. He is as much alive as you are.”</p> +<p>“Mr. Bolton,” said Ray angrily, “you are trying to +impose upon me. The boy is dead, I tell you.”</p> +<p>“And I tell you he is not dead. I saw him only yesterday.”</p> +<p>“You may have seen some one who pretended to be +Ernest Ray.”</p> +<p>“I should not be easily deceived. He is the image of +his father.”</p> +<p>“I don’t believe the boy is alive.”</p> +<p>“Shall I bring him here?”</p> +<p>“You need not trouble yourself. I can have nothing +to say to him, whether he is really Ernest Ray, or an impostor.”</p> +<p>“I beg your pardon. If he is Ernest Ray, under the +will which I have in my possession, he is the owner of this +property.”</p> +<p>Bolton spoke firmly, and looked Ray resolutely in the +eye. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165' name='page_165'></a>165</span></p> +<p>Stephen Ray flushed and paled. There was a great +fear in his heart, but he resolved to brave it out.</p> +<p>“This is a base conspiracy. Your share in it ought +to land you in State’s prison.”</p> +<p>“I am willing to take my chance of it,” said the +lawyer. “Didn’t you recognize the boy when you saw +him?”</p> +<p>“What do you mean?”</p> +<p>“You saw him in the hotel at Buffalo. He recognized +you, and had a conversation with your son.”</p> +<p>“Had a conversation with Clarence? That is a lie. +Clarence never spoke to me about it.”</p> +<p>“You had better question him. But there is no need +of sparring. I tell you confidently that Ernest Ray is +alive, and demands the estate under his grandfather’s will, +which you hold.”</p> +<p>“This is ridiculous. There is but one answer to such +a proposal.”</p> +<p>“What is that?”</p> +<p>“I refuse absolutely to make any concession to an impostor.”</p> +<p>“That is your final answer?”</p> +<p>“It is.”</p> +<p>“Then I give you notice that the boy will at once bring +suit for the restoration of the estate and the vindication +of his rights.”</p> +<p>“I suppose you are his lawyer?” sneered Ray.</p> +<p>“The firm with which I am connected has undertaken +the case.”</p> +<p>“What is the firm?” asked Stephen Ray with an anxiety +which he could not conceal.</p> +<p>“Norcross & Co.,” answered Bolton.</p> +<p>Great drops of perspiration appeared on the brows of +Stephen Ray. He knew well the high reputation and +uniform success of the firm in question.</p> +<p>He did not immediately answer, but began to pace the +room in agitation. Finally he spoke.</p> +<p>“This has come upon me as a surprise. I thought the +boy dead. I may be willing to make some arrangement. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_166' name='page_166'></a>166</span> +Bring him here next week—say Tuesday—and we will talk +the matter over.”</p> +<p>“You must do more than talk the matter over, Stephen +Ray. A great injustice has been done, the wrong must +be righted.”</p> +<p>“Come here next Tuesday,” was the only answer.</p> +<p>The lawyer bowed and withdrew.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXXVII_ERNEST_COMES_INTO_HIS_OWN' id='XXXVII_ERNEST_COMES_INTO_HIS_OWN'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXXVII</h2> +<h3>ERNEST COMES INTO HIS OWN</h3> +</div> + +<p>On Tuesday Bolton returned with Ernest. Two hours +were spent in conference with Stephen Ray. The latter +fought hard, but yielded at last. He understood the +strength of his opponent’s case.</p> +<p>Ernest consented to receive the estate as it was bequeathed +to his father, without any demand for back +revenues. Whatever Stephen Ray had accumulated besides, +he was allowed to retain.</p> +<p>As this amounted to a hundred thousand dollars, Ray +felt that it might have been worse. Had he not been dissuaded +by Bolton, Ernest would have consented to share +the estate with the usurper, but the lawyer represented +that this would be condoning the wrong done to his father.</p> +<p>In a month the whole matter was settled, and Stephen +Ray removed to Chicago, where he had business interests.</p> +<p>“But what shall I do with this large house?” asked Ernest. +“I don’t want to live here.”</p> +<p>“I know a gentleman who would like to hire it for a +term of years,” responded Bolton. “He will pay a rental +of five thousand dollars a year. The bonds which you inherit +will yield an income equally large.”</p> +<p>“So that my income will be ten thousand dollars a +year?” said Ernest, dazzled.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“What shall I do with it all?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167' name='page_167'></a>167</span></p> +<p>Bolton smiled.</p> +<p>“You are but seventeen,” he said. “A few years +hence you will probably marry. Then you can occupy +the house yourself. Meanwhile——”</p> +<p>“I will go back to California. Luke will expect me. +While I am away I appoint you my man of business. I +wish you to have charge of my property at a proper commission.”</p> +<p>“I will undertake the charge with pleasure.”</p> +<p>Bolton knew how much this would increase his importance +in the eyes of the firm by which he was employed. +Ernest could not have made a better choice. Bolton was +no longer intemperate. He was shrewd and keen, and +loyal to his young employer.</p> +<p>Ernest returned to California, but he had lost his old +zest for business, now that his fortune was secure. He +soon came East again, and entered upon a plan of study, +ending with a college course. He brought with him Frank +Fox, the son of the dead outlaw, who regarded him with +devoted affection. They lived together, and he placed +Frank at a well-known school, justly noted for the success +of its pupils.</p> +<p>Of the many boys with whom Frank associated not one +suspected that the attractive lad, who was a favorite with +all, was a son of the desperado whose deeds were a matter +of common knowledge in the West. Ernest had cautioned +the boy to say as little as possible of his past history.</p> +<p>Years have gone, what Bolton predicted has come to +pass. Ernest is a college graduate, and will soon marry +a young lady of high position in the city of New York. +He will go abroad for a year, and on his return will make +his home on his ancestral estate.</p> +<p>Last week he received a letter from a patient in a New +York City hospital. It was signed John Franklin, a name +with which he was not familiar.</p> +<p>In some wonder he answered the call, and was led to a +bed on which lay a gaunt, spectral man, evidently in the +last stage of existence.</p> +<p>“Is this John Franklin?” asked Ernest doubtfully. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168' name='page_168'></a>168</span></p> +<p>“That is the name I go by now,” answered the dying +man.</p> +<p>“Do I know you? Have I ever met you?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“I don’t remember you.”</p> +<p>“If I tell you my real name, will you keep it secret?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then I am John Fox. You will not betray me?”</p> +<p>“No; certainly not. Can I do anything for you?”</p> +<p>“Yes; you are the guardian of my brother’s child.”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Is he alive? Is he well?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Will you bring him here before I die?”</p> +<p>“I will. I cannot refuse the request of a dying man.” +Ernest brought Frank to the bedside of his dying uncle. +It was a sad interview. Frank was moved, but John +Fox, seeing him strong, handsome, robust, felt comforted.</p> +<p>“He at least has profited by the fate that overtook his +father and myself. I shall die content, for I leave him in +good hands. Don’t let him think too hardly of us!”</p> +<p>“I will not. So far as I can compass it, his future life +shall be happy.”</p> +<p>The dying outlaw reached out his hand and pressed Ernest’s +gratefully. A day later he was dead.</p> +<div class='ce'> +<p>THE END</p> +</div> + +<hr class='full' /> + +<div class='la'> +<p style='color:green;'><span style='text-decoration:underline'>Transcriber’s Note</span>: Bound with the preceeding book is an excerpt from “Lincoln’s Stories and Speeches,” specifically from the chapter “Early Life.” As originally published, that material is included here.</p> +</div> + +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45a' name='page_45a'></a>45</span></div> +<div class='ce' style='font-size:1.2em; margin-top:2em;'> +<p>How Lincoln Became a Captain.</p> +</div> + +<p>In the threatening aspect of affairs at the time of the +Black Hawk War, Governor Reynolds issued a call for +volunteers, and among the companies that immediately +responded was one from Menard County, Illinois. Many +of the volunteers were from New Salem and Clarey’s +Grove, and Lincoln, being out of business, was first to +enlist. The company being full, they held a meeting at +Richland for the election of officers. Lincoln had won +many hearts and they told him that he must be their +captain. It was an office that he did not aspire to, and +one for which he felt that he had no special fitness; but +he consented to be a candidate. There was but one +other candidate for the office (a Mr. Kirkpatrick), and he +was one of the most influential men in the county. Previously, +Kirkpatrick had been an employer of Lincoln, +and was so overbearing in his treatment of the young +man that the latter left him.</p> +<p>The simple mode of electing their captain, adopted by +the company, was by placing the candidates apart, and +telling the men to go and stand with the one they preferred. +Lincoln and his competitor took their positions, and then +the word was given. At least three out of every four +went to Lincoln at once. When it was seen by those +who had ranged themselves with the other candidate +that Lincoln was the choice of the majority of the company, +they left their places, one by one, and came over +to the successful side, until Lincoln’s opponent in the +friendly strife was left standing almost alone.</p> +<p>“I felt badly to see him cut so,” says a witness of the +scene. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46a' name='page_46a'></a>46</span></p> +<p>Here was an opportunity for revenge. The humble +laborer was his employer’s captain, but the opportunity +was never improved. Mr. Lincoln frequently confessed +that no subsequent success of his life had given him half +the satisfaction that this election did. He had achieved +public recognition; and to one so humbly bred, the distinction +was inexpressibly delightful.</p> +<p style='text-align:center'>————:o:————</p> + +<div class='ce' style='font-size:1.2em; margin-top:1em;'> +<p>A Humorous Speech—Lincoln in the Black Hawk War.</p> +</div> + +<p>The friends of General Cass, when that gentleman was +a candidate for the Presidency, endeavored to endow +him with a military reputation. Mr. Lincoln, at that +time a representative in Congress, delivered a speech before +the House, which in its allusions to Mr. Cass, was +exquisitely sarcastic and irresistibly humorous:</p> +<p>“By the way, Mr. Speaker,” said Mr. Lincoln, “do +you know I am a military hero? Yes, sir, in the days +of the Black Hawk War, I fought, bled and came away. +Speaking of General Cass’ career reminds me of my own. +I was not at Stillman’s Defeat, but I was about as near +it as Cass to Hull’s surrender; and like him I saw the +place very soon afterward. It is quite certain I did not +break my sword, for I had none to break, but I bent my +musket pretty badly on one occasion. * * * If +General Cass went in advance of me in picking whortleberries, +I guess I surpassed him in charges upon the +wild onion. If he saw any live, fighting Indians, it is +more than I did, but I had a good many bloody struggles +with the mosquitoes, and although I never fainted from +loss of blood, I can truly say I was often very hungry.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47a' name='page_47a'></a>47</span></p> +<p>Mr. Lincoln concluded by saying that if he ever turned +Democrat and should run for the Presidency, he hoped +they would not make fun of him by attempting to make +him a military hero!</p> +<p style='text-align:center'>————:o:————</p> + +<div class='ce' style='font-size:1.2em; margin-top:1em;'> +<p>Elected to the Legislature.</p> +</div> + +<p>In 1834, Lincoln was a candidate for the legislature, +and was elected by the highest vote cast for any candidate. +Major John T. Stuart, an officer in the Black +Hawk War, and whose acquaintance Lincoln made at +Beardstown, was also elected. Major Stuart had already +conceived the highest opinion of the young man, +and seeing much of him during the canvass for the election, +privately advised him to study law. Stuart was himself +engaged in a large and lucrative practice at Springfield.</p> +<p>Lincoln said he was poor—that he had no money to +buy books, or to live where books might be borrowed or +used. Major Stuart offered to lend him all he needed, +and he decided to take the kind lawyer’s advice, and accept +his offer. At the close of the canvass which resulted +in his election, he walked to Springfield, borrowed +“a load” of books of Stuart, and took them home with +him to New Salem.</p> +<p>Here he began the study of law in good earnest, though +with no preceptor. He studied while he had bread, and +then started out on a surveying tour to win the money +that would buy more.</p> +<p>One who remembers his habits during this period says +that he went, day after day, for weeks, and sat under an +oak tree near New Salem and read, moving around +to keep in the shade as the sun moved. He was so much +absorbed that some people thought and said that he was +crazy.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48a' name='page_48a'></a>48</span> +<img src='images/illus172.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 567px; height: 346px;' /><br /> +</div> + +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49a' name='page_49a'></a>49</span></div> +<p>Not unfrequently he met and passed his best friends +without noticing them. The truth was that he had found +the pursuit of his life, and had become very much in +earnest.</p> +<p>During Lincoln’s campaign he possessed and rode a +horse, to procure which he had quite likely sold his compass +and chain, for, as soon as the canvass had closed, +he sold the horse and bought these instruments indispensable +to him in the only pursuit by which he could make +his living.</p> +<p>When the time for the assembling of the legislature +had arrived Lincoln dropped his law books, shouldered +his pack, and, on foot, trudged to Vandalia, then the +capital of the State, about a hundred miles, to make his +entrance into public life.</p> +<p style='text-align:center'>————:o:————</p> + +<div class='ce' style='font-size:1.2em; margin-top:1em;'> +<p>“The Long Nine.”</p> +</div> + +<p>The Sangamon County delegation to the Illinois Legislature, +in 1834, of which Lincoln was a member, consisting +of nine representatives, was so remarkable for the +physical altitude of its members that they were known +as “The Long Nine.” Not a member of the number was +less than six feet high, and Lincoln was the tallest of +the nine, as he was the leading man intellectually in and +out of the House.</p> +<p>Among those who composed the House were General +John A. McClernand, afterwards a member of Congress; +Jesse K. DuBois, afterwards Auditor of the State; Jas. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50a' name='page_50a'></a>50</span> +Semple, afterwards twice the Speaker of the House of +Representatives, and subsequently United States Senator; +Robert Smith, afterwards member of Congress; John +Hogan, afterwards a member of Congress from St. Louis; +General James Shields, afterwards United States Senator +(who died recently); John Dement, who has since +been Treasurer of the State; Stephen A. Douglas, whose +subsequent career is familiar to all; Newton Cloud, President +of the convention which framed the present State +Constitution of Illinois; John J. Hardin, who fell at Buena +Vista; John Moore, afterwards Lieutenant Governor +of the State; William A. Richardson, subsequently United +States Senator, and William McMurtry, who has +since been Lieutenant Governor of the State.</p> +<p>This list does not embrace all who had then, or who +have since been distinguished, but it is large enough to +show that Lincoln was, during the term of this legislature, +thrown into association, and often into antagonism, +with the brightest men of the new State.</p> +<p style='text-align:center'>————:o:————</p> + +<div class='ce' style='font-size:1.2em; margin-top:1em;'> +<p>A Joke on Lincoln’s Big Feet.</p> +</div> + +<p>He had walked his hundred miles to Vandalia; in +1836, as he did in 1834, and when the session closed he +walked home again. A gentleman in Menard County +remembers meeting him and a detachment of “The Long +Nine” on their way home. They were all mounted except +Lincoln, who had thus far kept up with them on +foot.</p> +<p>If he had money he was hoarding it for more important +purposes than that of saving leg-weariness and leather. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51a' name='page_51a'></a>51</span> +The weather was raw, and Lincoln’s clothing was +none of the warmest.</p> +<p>Complaining of being cold to one of his companions, +this irreverent member of “The Long Nine” told his future +President that it was no wonder he was cold—“there +was so much of him on the ground.” None of +the party appreciated this homely joke at the expense of +his feet (they were doubtless able to bear it) more thoroughly +than Lincoln himself.</p> +<p>We can imagine the cross-fires of wit and humor by +which the way was enlivened during this cold and tedious +journey. The scene was certainly a rude one, and +seems more like a dream than a reality, when we remember +that it occurred not very many years ago, in a State +which contains hardly less than three millions of people +and seven thousand and six hundred miles of railway.</p> +<p style='text-align:center'>————:o:————</p> + +<div class='ce' style='font-size:1.2em; margin-top:1em;'> +<p>Lincoln’s Marriage—Interesting Letters.</p> +</div> + +<p>In 1842, in his thirty-third year, Mr. Lincoln married +Miss Mary Todd, a daughter of Hon. Robert S. Todd, +of Lexington, Kentucky. The marriage took place in +Springfield, where the lady had for several years resided, +on the fourth of November of the year mentioned. +It is probable that he married as early as the circumstances +of his life permitted, for he had always loved the +society of women, and possessed a nature that took profound +delight in intimate female companionship.</p> +<p>A letter written on the eighteenth of May following +his marriage, to J. F. Speed, Esq., of Louisville, Kentucky, +an early and a life-long personal friend, gives a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52a' name='page_52a'></a>52</span> +pleasant glimpse of his domestic arrangements at this +time. “We are not keeping house,” Mr. Lincoln says +in this letter, “but boarding at the Globe Tavern, which +is very well kept by a widow lady of the name of Beck. +Our rooms are the same Dr. Wallace occupied there, and +boarding only costs four dollars a week. * * * I +most heartily wish you and your Fanny will not fail to +come. Just let us know the time, a week in advance, +and we will have a room prepared for you, and we’ll all +be merry together for awhile.”</p> +<p>He seems to have been in excellent spirits, and to have +been very hearty in the enjoyment of his new relation. +The private letters of Mr. Lincoln were charmingly natural +and sincere. His personal friendships were the sweetest +sources of his happiness.</p> +<p>To a particular friend, he wrote February 25, 1842: +“Yours of the 16th, announcing that Miss —— and you +‘are no longer twain, but one flesh,’ reached me this +morning. I have no way of telling you how much happiness +I wish you both, though I believe you both can +conceive it. I feel somewhat jealous of both of you now, +for you will be so exclusively concerned for one another +that I shall be forgotten entirely. My acquaintance with +Miss —— (I call her thus lest you should think I am +speaking of your mother), was too short for me to +reasonably hope to long be remembered by her; and still +I am sure I shall not forget her soon. Try if you cannot +remind her of that debt she owes me, and be sure you do +not interfere to prevent her paying it.</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53a' name='page_53a'></a>53</span> +<img src='images/illus177.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 578px; height: 348px;' /><br /> +<p class='caption' style='margin: 0 auto; text-align:center;width: 578px;'> +ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S RESIDENCE AT SPRINGFIELD, ILL.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54a' name='page_54a'></a>54</span></div> +<p>“I regret to learn that you have resolved not to return +to Illinois. I shall be very lonesome without you. How +miserably things seem to be arranged in this world! If +we have no friends we have no pleasure; and if we have +them, we are sure to lose them, and be doubly pained by +the loss.</p> +<p>“I did hope she and you would make your home here, +yet I own I have no right to insist. You owe obligations +to her ten thousand times more sacred than any you can +owe to others, and in that light let them be respected +and observed. It is natural that she should desire +to remain with her relations and friends. As to friends, +<i>she</i> should not need them anywhere—she would have +them in abundance here. Give my kind regards to Mr. —— and +his family, particularly to Miss E. Also to your +mother, brothers and sisters. Ask little E. D—— if she +will ride to town with me if I come there again. And, +finally, give —— a double reciprocation of all the love +she sent me. Write me often, and believe me, yours +forever, <span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Lincoln</span>.”</p> +<p style='text-align:center'>————:o:————</p> + +<div class='ce' style='font-size:1.2em; margin-top:1em;'> +<p>Lincoln’s Mother—How He Loved Her.</p> +</div> + +<p>“A great man,” says J. G. Holland, “never drew his +infant life from a purer or more womanly bosom than her +own; and Mr. Lincoln always looked back to her with +unspeakable affection. Long after her sensitive heart and +weary hands had crumbled into dust, and had climbed to +life again in forest flowers, he said to a friend, with tears +in his eyes: ‘All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my +angel mother—blessings on her memory!’” She was five +feet, five inches high, a slender, pale, sad and sensitive +woman, with much in her nature that was truly heroic, +and much that shrank from the rude life around +her. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55a' name='page_55a'></a>55</span></p> +<p>Her death occurred in 1818, scarcely two years after +her removal from Kentucky to Indiana, and when Abraham +was in his tenth year. They laid her to rest under +the trees near their cabin home, and, sitting on her +grave, the little boy wept his irreparable loss.</p> +<p style='text-align:center'>————:o:————</p> + +<div class='ce' style='font-size:1.2em; margin-top:1em;'> +<p>Gen. Linder’s Early Recollections—Amusing Stories.</p> +</div> + +<p>I did not travel, says Gen. Linder, on the circuit in +1835, on account of my health and the health of my wife, +but attended court at Charleston that fall, held by Judge +Grant, who had exchanged circuits with our judge, Justin +Harlan.</p> +<p>It was here I first met Abraham Lincoln, of Springfield, +at that time a very retiring and modest young man, +dressed in a plain suit of mixed jeans. He did not make +any marked impression upon me, or any other member of +the bar. He was on a visit to his relations in Coles, +where his father and stepmother lived, and some of her +children.</p> +<p>Lincoln put up at the hotel, and here was where I saw +him. Whether he was reading law at this time I cannot +say. Certain it is, he had been admitted to the bar, although +he had some celebrity, having been a captain in +the Blackhawk campaign, and served a term in the Illinois +Legislature; but if he won any fame at that season +I have never heard of it. He had been one of the representatives +from Sangamon.</p> +<p>If Lincoln at this time felt the divine afflatus of greatness +stir within him I have never heard of it. It was +rather common with us then in the West to suppose that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56a' name='page_56a'></a>56</span> +there was no Presidential timber growing in the Northwest, +yet, he doubtless had at that time the stuff out of +which to make half a dozen Presidents.</p> +<p>I had known his relatives in Kentucky, and he asked +me about them. His uncle, Mordecai Lincoln, I had +known from my boyhood, and he was naturally a man of +considerable genius; he was a man of great drollery, and +it would almost make you laugh to look at him. I never +saw but one other man whose quiet, droll look excited in +me the same disposition to laugh, and that was Artemus +Ward.</p> +<p>He was quite a story-teller, and in this Abe resembled +his Uncle Mord, as we called him. He was an honest +man, as tender-hearted as a woman, and to the last degree +charitable and benevolent.</p> +<p>No one ever took offense at Uncle Mord’s stories—not +even the ladies. I heard him once tell a bevy of fashionable +girls that he knew a very large woman who had a +husband so small that in the night she often mistook him +for the baby, and that upon one occasion she took him +up and was singing to him a soothing lullaby, when he +awoke and told her that she was mistaken, that the baby +was on the other side of the bed.</p> +<p>Lincoln had a very high opinion of his uncle, and on +one occasion he said to me: “Linder, I have often said +that Uncle Mord run off with the talents of the family.”</p> +<p>Old Mord, as we sometimes called him, had been in +his younger days a very stout man, and was quite fond of +playing a game of fisticuffs with any one who was noted +as a champion.</p> +<p>He told a parcel of us once of a pitched battle that he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57a' name='page_57a'></a>57</span> +had fought on the side of a hill or ridge; that at the bottom +there was a rut or canal, which had been cut out by +the freshets. He said they soon clinched, and he threw +his man and fell on top of him.</p> +<p>He said he always thought he had the best eyes in the +world for measuring distances, and having measured the +distance to the bottom of the hill, he concluded that by +rolling over and over till they came to the bottom his antagonist’s +body would fill it, and he would be wedged in +so tight that he could whip him at his leisure. So he let +the fellow turn him, and over and over they went, when +about the twentieth revolution brought Uncle Mord’s +back in contact with the rut, “and,” said he, “before +fire could scorch a feather, I cried out in stentorian voice: +‘Take him off!’”</p> +<p style='text-align:center'>————:o:————</p> + +<div class='ce' style='font-size:1.2em; margin-top:1em;'> +<p>“Clary’s Grove Boys”—A Wrestling Match.</p> +</div> + +<p>There lived at the time young Lincoln resided at New +Salem, Illinois, in and around the village, a band of rollicking +fellows, or more properly, roystering rowdies, +known as the “Clary’s Grove Boys.” The special tie that +united them was physical courage and prowess. These +fellows, although they embraced in their number many +men who have since become respectable and influential, +were wild and rough beyond toleration in any community +not made up like that which produced them. They +pretended to be “regulators,” and were the terror of all +who did not acknowledge their role; and their mode of +securing allegiance was by flogging every man who failed +to acknowledge it.</p> +<p>They took it upon themselves to try the mettle of every +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58a' name='page_58a'></a>58</span> +newcomer, and to learn the sort of stuff he was +made of.</p> +<p>Some of their number was appointed to fight, wrestle, +or run a foot-race with each incoming stranger. Of +course Abraham Lincoln was obliged to pass the ordeal.</p> +<p>Perceiving that he was a man who would not easily be +floored; they selected their champion, Jack Armstrong, +and imposed upon him the task of laying Lincoln upon +his back.</p> +<p>There is no evidence that Lincoln was an unwilling +party to the sport, for it was what he had always been +accustomed to. The bout was entered upon, but Armstrong +soon discovered that he had met more than his +match.</p> +<p>The boys were looking on, and seeing that their champion +was likely to get the worst of it, did after the manner +of such irresponsible bands. They gathered around +Lincoln, struck and disabled him, and then Armstrong, +by “legging” him, got him down.</p> +<p>Most men would have been indignant, not to say furiously +angry, under such foul treatment as this; but if +Lincoln was either, he did not show it. Getting up in +perfect good humor, he fell to laughing over his discomfiture, +and joking about it. They had all calculated upon +making him angry, and they intended, with the amiable +spirit which characterized the “Clary’s Grove Boys,” to +give him a terrible drubbing. 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