The Hopper began pacing the floor with Shaver, while Humpy and Mary denounced the child for unreasonableness and lack of discipline, not overlooking the stupidity and criminal carelessness of The Hopper in projecting so lawless a youngster into their domestic circle.
"Twenty years, that"s wot ut is!" mourned Humpy.
"Ye kin get the chair fer kidnapin"," Mary added dolefully. "Ye gotta get "im out o" here, Bill."
Pleasant predictions of a long prison term with capital punishment as the happy alternative failed to disturb The Hopper. To their surprise and somewhat to their shame he won the Shaver to a tractable humor. There was nothing in The Hopper"s known past to justify any expectation that he could quiet a crying baby, and yet Shaver with a child"s unerring instinct realized that The Hopper meant to be kind. He patted The Hopper"s face with one fat little paw, chokingly declaring that he was hungry.
""Course Shaver"s hungry; an" Shaver"s goin" to eat nice porridge Aunt Mary made fer "im. Shaver"s goin" to have "is own porridge bowl to-morry--yes, sir-ee, oo is, little Shaver!"
Restored to the table, Shaver opened his mouth in obedience to The Hopper"s patient pleading and swallowed a spoonful of the mush, Humpy holding the bowl out of sight in tactful deference to the child"s delicate aesthetic sensibilities. A tumbler of milk was sipped with grateful gasps.
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The Hopper grinned, proud of his success, while Mary and Humpy viewed his efforts with somewhat grudging admiration, and waited patiently until The Hopper took the wholly surfeited Shaver in his arms and began pacing the floor, humming softly. In normal circ.u.mstances The Hopper was not musical, and Humpy and Mary exchanged looks which, when interpreted, pointed to nothing less than a belief that the owner of Happy Hill Farm was bereft of his senses. There was some question as to whether Shaver should be undressed. Mary discouraged the idea and Humpy took a like view.
"Ye gotta chuck "im quick; that"s what ye gotta do," said Mary hoa.r.s.ely.
"We don"t want "im sleepin" here."
Whereupon The Hopper demonstrated his entire independence by carrying the Shaver to Humpy"s bed and partially undressing him. While this was in progress, Shaver suddenly opened his eyes wide and raising one foot until it approximated the perpendicular, reached for it with his chubby hands.
"Sant" Claus comin"; m"y Kwismus!"
"Jes" listen to Shaver!" chuckled The Hopper. ""Course Santy is comin,"
an" we"re goin" to hang up Shaver"s stockin", ain"t we, Shaver?"
He pinned both stockings to the foot-board of Humpy"s bed. By the time this was accomplished under the hostile eyes of Mary and Humpy, Shaver slept the sleep of the innocent.
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They watched the child in silence for a few minutes and then Mary detached a gold locket from his neck and bore it to the kitchen for examination.
"Ye gotta move quick, Hop," Humpy urged. "The white card"s what we wuz all goin" to play. We wuz fixed nice here, an" things goin" easy; an" the yard full o" br"ilers. I don"t want to do no more time. I"m an ole man, Hop."
"Cut ut!" ordered The Hopper, taking the locket from Mary and weighing it critically in his hand. They bent over him as he scrutinized the face on which was inscribed:--
_Roger Livingston Talbot_ _June 13, 1913_
"Lemme see; he"s two an" a harf. Ye purty nigh guessed "im right, Mary."
The sight of the gold trinket, the probability that the Shaver belonged to a family of wealth, proved disturbing to Humpy"s late protestations of virtue.
"They"d be a heap o" kale in ut, Hop. His folks is rich, I reckon. Ef we wuzn"t playin" the white card--"
Ignoring this shocking evidence of Humpy"s moral instability, The Hopper became lost in reverie, meditatively drawing at his pipe.
"We ain"t never goin" to quit playin" ut square," he announced, to Mary"s manifest relief. "I hadn"t ought t" "a" done th" dippin". It were a mistake. My ole head wuzn"t workin" right er I wouldn"t "a" slipped. But ye needn"t jump on me no more."
"Wot ye goin" to do with that kid? Ye tell me that!" demanded Mary, unwilling too readily to accept The Hopper"s repentance at face value.
"I"m goin" to take "im to "is folks, that"s wot I"m goin" to do with "im,"
announced The Hopper.
"Yer crazy--yer plum" crazy!" cried Humpy, slapping his knees excitedly.
"Ye kin take "im to an orphant asylum an" tell um ye found "im in that machine ye lifted. And mebbe ye"ll git by with ut an" mebbe ye won"t, but ye gotta keep me out of ut!"
"I found the machine in th" road, right here by th" house; an" th" kid was in ut all by hisself. An" bein" humin an" respectible I brought "im in to keep "im from freezin" t" death," said The Hopper, as though repeating lines he was committing to memory. "They ain"t n.o.body can say as I didn"t.
Ef I git pinched, that"s my spiel to th" cops. It ain"t kidnapin"; it"s life-savin", that"s wot ut is! I"m a-goin" back an" have a look at that place where I got "im. Kind o" queer they left the kid out there in the buzz-wagon; _mighty_ queer, now"s I think of ut. Little house back from the road; lots o" trees an" bushes in front. Didn"t seem to be no lights.
He keeps talkin" about Chris"mas at his grandpa"s. Folks must "a" been goin" to take th" kid somewheres fer Chris"mas. I guess it"ll throw a skeer into "em to find him up an" gone."
"They"s rich, an" all the big bulls"ll be lookin" fer "im; ye"d better "phone the New Haven cops ye"ve picked "im up. Then they"ll come out, an"
yer spiel about findin" "im"ll sound easy an" sensible like."
The Hopper, puffing his pipe philosophically, paid no heed to Humpy"s suggestion even when supported warmly by Mary.
"I gotta find some way o" puttin" th" kid back without seein" no cops.
I"ll jes" take a sneak back an" have a look at th" place," said The Hopper. "I ain"t goin" to turn Shaver over to no cops. Ye can"t take no chances with "em. They don"t know nothin" about us bein" here, but they ain"t fools, an" I ain"t goin" to give none o" "em a squint at me!"
He defended his plan against a joint attack by Mary and Humpy, who saw in it only further proof of his tottering reason. He was obliged to tell them in harsh terms to be quiet, and he added to their rage by the deliberation with which he made his preparations to leave.
He opened the door of a clock and drew out a revolver which he examined carefully and thrust into his pocket. Mary groaned; Humpy beat the air in impotent despair. The Hopper possessed himself also of a jimmy and an electric lamp. The latter he flashed upon the face of the sleeping Shaver, who turned restlessly for a moment and then lay still again. He smoothed the coverlet over the tiny form, while Mary and Humpy huddled in the doorway. Mary wept; Humpy was awed into silence by his old friend"s perversity. For years he had admired The Hopper"s cleverness, his genius for extricating himself from difficulties; he was deeply shaken to think that one who had stood so high in one of the most exacting of professions should have fallen so low. As The Hopper imperturbably b.u.t.toned his coat and walked toward the door, Humpy set his back against it in a last attempt to save his friend from his own foolhardiness.
"Ef anybody turns up here an" asks for th" kid, ye kin tell "em wot I said. We finds "im in th" road right here by the farm when we"re doin" th"
night ch.o.r.es an" takes "im in t" keep "im from freezin". Ye"ll have th"
machine an" kid here to show "em. An" as fer me, I"m off lookin" fer his folks."
Mary buried her face in her ap.r.o.n and wept despairingly. The Hopper, noting for the first time that Humpy was guarding the door, roughly pushed him aside and stood for a moment with his hand on the k.n.o.b.
"They"s things wot is," he remarked with a last attempt to justify his course, "an" things wot ain"t. I reckon I"ll take a peek at that place an"
see wot"s th" best way t" shake th" kid. Ye can"t jes" run up to a house in a machine with his folks all settin" round cryin" an" cops askin"
questions. Ye got to do some plannin" an" thinkin". I"m goin" t" clean ut all up before daylight, an" ye needn"t worry none about ut. Hop ain"t worryin"; jes" leave ut t" Hop!"
There was no alternative but to leave it to Hop, and they stood mute as he went out and softly closed the door.
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