Again the Hon. Sam beamed:

"Ah! just like him. He"s gone ahead to help me."

"Well, how did he happen to be here?" I asked.

"He"s everywhere," said the Hon. Sam.

"How did he know the mules were ours?"



"Easy. That boy knows everything."

"Well, why did he bring them back and then leave so mysteriously?"

The Hon. Sam silently pointed a finger at the laughing Blight ahead, and I looked incredulous.

"Just the same, that"s another reason I told you to warn Marston. He"s already got it in his head that Marston is his rival."

"Pshaw!" I said--for it was too ridiculous.

"All right," said the Hon. Sam placidly.

"Then why doesn"t he want to see her?" "How do you know he ain"t watchin" her now, for all we know? Mark me," he added, "you won"t see him at the speakin", but I"ll bet fruit cake agin gingerbread he"ll be somewhere around."

So we went on, the two girls leading the way and the Hon. Sam now telling his political troubles to me. Half a mile down the road, a solitary horseman stood waiting, and Mr. Budd gave a low whistle.

"One o" my rivals," he said, from the corner of his mouth.

"Mornin"," said the horseman; "lemme see you a minute."

He made a movement to draw aside, but the Hon. Samuel made a counter-gesture of dissent.

"This gentleman is a friend of mine," he said firmly, but with great courtesy, "and he can hear what you have to say to me."

The mountaineer rubbed one huge hand over his stubbly chin, threw one of his long legs over the pommel of his saddle, and dangled a heavy cowhide shoe to and fro.

"Would you mind tellin" me whut pay a member of the House of Legislatur"

gits a day?"

The Hon. Sam looked surprised.

"I think about two dollars and a half."

"An" his meals?"

"No!" laughed Mr. Budd.

"Well, look-ee here, stranger. I"m a pore man an" I"ve got a mortgage on my farm. That money don"t mean nothin" to you--but if you"ll draw out now an" I win, I"ll tell ye whut I"ll do." He paused as though to make sure that the sacrifice was possible. "I"ll just give ye half of that two dollars and a half a day, as sh.o.r.e as you"re a-settin" on that hoss, and you won"t hav" to hit a durn lick to earn it."

I had not the heart to smile--nor did the Hon. Samuel--so artless and simple was the man and so pathetic his appeal.

"You see--you"ll divide my vote, an" ef we both run, ole Josh Barton"ll git it sh.o.r.e. Ef you git out o" the way, I can lick him easy."

Mr. Budd"s answer was kind, instructive, and uplifted.

"My friend," said he, "I"m sorry, but I cannot possibly accede to your request for the following reasons: First, it would not be fair to my const.i.tuents; secondly, it would hardly be seeming to barter the n.o.ble gift of the people to which we both aspire; thirdly, you might lose with me out of the way; and fourthly, I"m going to win whether you are in the way or not."

The horseman slowly collapsed while the Hon. Samuel was talking, and now he threw the leg back, kicked for his stirrup twice, spat once, and turned his horse"s head.

"I reckon you will, stranger," he said sadly, "with that gift o" gab o" yourn." He turned without another word or nod of good-by and started back up the creek whence he had come.

"One gone," said the Hon. Samuel Budd grimly, "and I swear I"m right sorry for him." And so was I.

An hour later we struck the river, and another hour upstream brought us to where the contest of tongues was to come about. No sylvan dell in Arcady could have been lovelier than the spot. Above the road, a big spring poured a clear little stream over shining pebbles into the river; above it the bushes hung thick with autumn leaves, and above them stood yellow beeches like pillars of pale fire. On both sides of the road sat and squatted the honest voters, sour-looking, disgruntled--a distinctly hostile crowd. The Blight and my little sister drew great and curious attention as they sat on a bowlder above the spring while I went with the Hon. Samuel Budd under the guidance of Uncle Tommie Hendricks, who introduced him right and left. The Hon. Samuel was cheery, but he was plainly nervous. There were two lanky youths whose names, oddly enough, were Budd. As they gave him their huge paws in lifeless fashion, the Hon. Samuel slapped one on the shoulder, with the true democracy of the politician, and said jocosely:

"Well, we Budds may not be what you call great people, but, thank G.o.d, none of us have ever been in the penitentiary," and he laughed loudly, thinking that he had scored a great and jolly point. The two young men looked exceedingly grave and Uncle Tommie panic-stricken. He plucked the Hon. Sam by the sleeve and led him aside:

"I reckon you made a leetle mistake thar. Them two fellers" daddy died in the penitentiary last spring." The Hon. Sam whistled mournfully, but he looked game enough when his opponent rose to speak--Uncle Josh Barton, who had short, thick, upright hair, little sharp eyes, and a rasping voice. Uncle Josh wasted no time:

"Feller-citizens," he shouted, "this man is a lawyer--he"s a corporation lawyer"; the fearful name--p.r.o.nounced "lie-yer"--rang through the crowd like a trumpet, and like lightning the Hon. Sam was on his feet.

"The man who says that is a liar," he said calmly, "and I demand your authority for the statement. If you won"t give it--I shall hold you personally responsible, sir."

It was a strike home, and under the flashing eyes that stared unwaveringly, through the big goggles, Uncle Josh halted and stammered and admitted that he might have been misinformed.

"Then I advise you to be more careful," cautioned the Hon. Samuel sharply.

"Feller-citizens," said Uncle Josh, "if he ain"t a corporation lawyer--who is this man? Where did he come from? I have been born and raised among you. You all know me--do you know him? Whut"s he a-doin"

now? He"s a fine-haired furriner, an" he"s come down hyeh from the settlemints to tell ye that you hain"t got no man in yo" own deestrict that"s fittin" to represent ye in the legislatur". Look at him--look at him! He"s got FOUR eyes! Look at his hair--hit"s PARTED IN THE MIDDLE!"

There was a storm of laughter--Uncle Josh had made good--and if the Hon.

Samuel could straightway have turned bald-headed and sightless, he would have been a happy man. He looked sick with hopelessness, but Uncle Tommie Hendricks, his mentor, was vigorously whispering something in his ear, and gradually his face cleared. Indeed, the Hon. Samuel was smilingly confident when he rose.

Like his rival, he stood in the open road, and the sun beat down on his parted yellow hair, so that the eyes of all could see, and the laughter was still running round.

"Who is your Uncle Josh?" he asked with threatening mildness. "I know I was not born here, but, my friends, I couldn"t help that. And just as soon as I could get away from where I was born, I came here and,"

he paused with lips parted and long finger outstretched, "and--I--came--because--I WANTED--to come--and NOT because I HAD TO."

Now it seems that Uncle Josh, too, was not a native and that he had left home early in life for his State"s good and for his own. Uncle Tommie had whispered this, and the Hon. Samuel raised himself high on both toes while the expectant crowd, on the verge of a roar, waited--as did Uncle Joshua, with a sickly smile.

"Why did your Uncle Josh come among you? Because he was hoop-poled away from home." Then came the roar--and the Hon. Samuel had to quell it with uplifted hand.

"And did your Uncle Joshua marry a mountain wife? No I He didn"t think any of your mountain women were good enough for him, so he slips down into the settlemints and STEALS one. And now, fellow-citizens, that is just what I"m here for--I"m looking for a nice mountain girl, and I"m going to have her." Again the Hon. Samuel had to still the roar, and then he went on quietly to show how they must lose the Court-House site if they did not send him to the legislature, and how, while they might not get it if they did send him, it was their only hope to send only him. The crowd had grown somewhat hostile again, and it was after one telling period, when the Hon. Samuel stopped to mop his brow, that a gigantic mountaineer rose in the rear of the crowd:

"Talk on, stranger; you"re talking sense. I"ll trust ye. You"ve got big ears!"

Now the Hon. Samuel possessed a primordial talent that is rather rare in these physically degenerate days. He said nothing, but stood quietly in the middle of the road. The eyes of the crowd on either side of the road began to bulge, the lips of all opened with wonder, and a simultaneous burst of laughter rose around the Hon. Samuel Budd. A dozen men sprang to their feet and rushed up to him--looking at those remarkable ears, as they gravely wagged to and fro. That settled things, and as we left, the Hon. Sam was having things his own way, and on the edge of the crowd Uncle Tommie Hendricks was shaking his head:

"I tell ye, boys, he ain"t no jacka.s.s even if he can flop his ears."

At the river we started upstream, and some impulse made me turn in my saddle and look back. All the time I had had an eye open for the young mountaineer whose interest in us seemed to be so keen. And now I saw, standing at the head of a gray horse, on the edge of the crowd, a tall figure with his hands on his hips and looking after us. I couldn"t be sure, but it looked like the Wild Dog.

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