"I don"t feel called upon to tell you."
"Well, that"s neither here nor there. I want some of it. I"ll be content with half, whoever owns it."
"You won"t get any. Let go the horse, or I"ll run you down."
"You"re a smart kid, but you are no match for me. I don"t scare worth a cent."
"Listen to me," said Andy; "if you should succeed in robbing me, you would be caught and sent to jail. How will that suit you?"
"It wouldn"t be the first time I"ve been in jail. I"d just as soon be there as to tramp around without a cent of money."
Andy was not surprised to hear that he had to deal with an ex-convict.
He understood that this man was a desperate character. He saw that he was a strong, powerful man, in the full vigor of life.
Any contest between them would be most unequal. He was but sixteen and the tramp was near forty. What could he do?
"I"ll tell you what I"ll do," he said, willing to try an experiment.
"I"ve got two dollars of my own. I"ll give you that if you"ll let go my horse"s bridle and give me no more trouble."
The tramp laughed mockingly.
"Do you take me for a fool?" he asked.
"Why?"
"Do you think I will be satisfied with two dollars, when you have a hundred in your pocket? Two dollars wouldn"t last me a day."
"I have nothing to do with that. It is all I mean to give you."
"Then I shall have to help myself."
His cool impudence made Andy angry, and he brought down the whip forcibly on the horse"s back.
Naturally the animal started, and nearly tore himself from the grasp of the tramp.
"So that is your game," said the fellow between his closed teeth. "If you try that again I"ll pull you out of the buggy and give you such a beating as you never had before."
Andy remained cool and self-possessed. To carry out his threat the tramp would have to let go of the bridle, and in that case Andy determined to put his horse to his paces.
The tramp relaxed his hold and the horse stood stock-still, finding his attempt to get away futile.
"Well," said the tramp, "you didn"t make much by that move, did you?"
"Did you make any more?"
"By Jove! you"re a cool kid. But, after all, you"re only a kid. Now, do as I tell you."
"What is that?"
"Put your hand in your pocket and take out fifty dollars. You"ve got as much, haven"t you?"
"Yes."
"That"s right. Speak the truth. You may have more, but fifty"ll do me."
"Do you expect me to give you fifty dollars?"
"Yes, I do."
"I don"t mean to do it."
Andy had satisfied himself that the tramp had no weapon, and this encouraged him. He could not hold the horse and attack him at one and the same time, but with a revolver he would have been at his mercy.
Besides, Andy"s ears were keen, and he thought he heard the sound of wheels behind him. The tramp"s attention was too much occupied, and perhaps his hearing was too dull to catch the sounds, as yet faint.
Thus it was that the other team was almost upon them before the tramp was aware of it. The newcomer was Saul Wheelock, a blacksmith, a strong, powerful man, fully six feet in height, and with muscles of steel.
He had seen the buggy standing still on the highway, and he could not understand the cause until he got near enough to see the tramp at the horse"s head.
He sprang from the wagon he was driving, and before the vagabond was fully sensible of his danger he had him by the coat collar.
"What are you about?" he demanded, giving him a rough shake.
The tramp, turning, found he was in the hands of a man whom he was compelled to respect. He cared nothing for rank or learning, but physical force held him in awe.
He stood mute, unprepared, with an excuse.
"Why, it"s you, Andy!" said the blacksmith. "Why did this rascal stop you?"
"He wants me to give him money. I"ve just been to the bank in Benton to draw out some for Mr. Gale at the hotel."
"Why, you scoundrel!" exclaimed the indignant blacksmith, shaking the tramp till his teeth chattered. "So you"re a thief, are you?"
"Let me go!" whined the tramp. "I haven"t taken anything. I"m a poor, unfortunate man. If I could get any work to do I wouldn"t have been driven to this."
"No doubt you"re a church member," said the blacksmith, in a sarcastic tone.
"Let me go! I"ll promise to lead a good life. This young man says he"ll give me two dollars. I"ll take it and go."
"Don"t give him a cent, Andy. You can go, but I"ll give you something to remember me by."
He gave the tramp a vigorous kick that nearly prostrated him, and then, getting into his wagon, said:
"I"ll keep along with you, Andy. I don"t think you"ll have any more trouble."
The tramp slunk into the woods, baffled and disappointed. If looks could have annihilated the st.u.r.dy blacksmith, his span of life would have been brief.