"We linger here, son. May I suggest that you take your cue from me? Bill Walker is an honest dairyman to all intents and purposes, but really an old crook who got tired of dodging sheriffs and bloodhounds and bought this farm. A sober, industrious family man, you will find him, with a wife and one daughter. This is one of the best stations of the underground railroad; safe as a mother"s arms, and you will never believe you"re not the favored guest of a week-end party. Walker"s an old chum of Leary"s. They used to cut up in the most reprehensible fashion out West in old times. You"ve probably wondered what becomes of old crooks. Walker is of course an unusual specimen, for he knew when the quitting was good, and having salted away a nice little fortune acc.u.mulated in express hold-ups, he dwells here in peace and pa.s.ses the hat at the meeting house every Sunday. You may be dead sure that only the aristocracy of our profession have the entree at Walker"s. His herd on the hillside yonder makes a pretty picture of tranquillity. The house is an old timer, but he"s made a comfortable place of it, and the wife and daughter set a wonderful table. Here"s the old boy now."
A gray-bearded man with a p.r.o.nounced stoop, clad in faded blue overalls, was waiting for them at the barn.
"Just run the machine right in," he called.
The car disposed of, the Governor introduced Archie as one of his dearest friends, and the hand Archie clasped was undeniably roughened by toil. Walker mumbled a "glad-to-see-ye," and lazily looked him over.
"Always glad to meet any friend of Mr. Saulsbury"s," he drawled with a mournful tw.a.n.g. "We"ve got plenty o" bread and milk for strangers.
Somebody"s spread the idea we run a hotel here and we"re pestered a good deal with folks that want to stop for a meal. We take care o" "em mostly. The wife and little gal sort o" like havin" folks stop; takes away the lonesomeness."
There was nothing in his speech or manner to suggest that he had ever been a road agent. He a.s.sisted them in carrying their traps to the house, talking farmer fashion of the weather, crops and the state of the roads. The house was connected with the barn in the usual New England style. In the kitchen a girl sang cheerily and hearing her the Governor paused and struck an att.i.tude.
"O divinity! O Deity of the Green Hills! O Lovely Daughter of the Stars!
O Iphigenia!"
The girl appeared at a window, rested her bare arms on the sill and smilingly saluted them with a cheery "h.e.l.lo there!"
"Look upon that picture!" exclaimed the Governor, seizing Archie"s arm.
"In old times upon Olympus she was cup-bearer to the G.o.ds, but here she is Sally Walker, and never so charming as when she sits enthroned upon the milking stool. Miss Walker, my old friend, Mr. Comly, or Achilles, as you will!"
A very pretty picture Miss Walker made in the kitchen window, a vivid portrait that immediately enhanced Archie"s pleasurable sensations in finding a haven that promised rest and security. Her black hair was swept back smoothly from her forehead and there was the glow of perfect health in her rounded cheeks. Archie noted her dimples and the white even teeth that made something noteworthy and memorable of her smile.
"Well, Mr. Saulsbury, I"ve read all those books you sent me, and the candy was the finest I ever tasted."
"She remembers! Amid all her domestic cares, she remembers! My dear lad, the girl is one in a million!"
"You"d think Mr. Saulsbury was crazy about me!" she laughed. "But he makes the same speeches to every girl he sees, doesn"t he, Mr. Comly?"
"Indeed not," protested Archie, rallying bravely to the Governor"s support. "He"s been raving about you for days and my only surprise is that he so completely failed to give me the faintest idea--idea--"
"Of your charm, your ineffable beauty!" the Governor supplied. "You see, Sally, my friend is shy with the shyness of youth and inexperience and he is unable to utter the thoughts that do in him rise! I can see that he is your captive, your meekest slave. By the way, will there be cottage cheese prepared by your own adorable hand for supper? Are golden waffles likely to confront us on the breakfast table tomorrow at the hideous hour of five-thirty? Will there be maple syrup from yonder hillside grove?"
"You have said it!" Sally answered. "But you"d better chase yourselves into the house now or pop"ll be peeved at having to wait for you."
On the veranda a tall elderly man rose from a hammock in which he had been reading a newspaper and stretched himself. His tanned face was deeply lined but he gave the impression of health and vigor.
"Leary," whispered the Governor in an aside and immediately introduced him.
"The road has been smooth and the sky is high," said the Governor in response to a quick anxious questioning of Leary"s small restless eyes.
"Did you find peace in the churches by the way?" asked Leary.
"In one of the temples we found peace and plenty," answered the Governor as though reciting from a ritual.
Leary nodded and gave a hitch to his trousers.
"You found the waters of Champlain tranquil, and no hawks followed the landward pa.s.sage?"
"The robin and the bluebird sang over all the road," he answered; then with a glance at Archie: "You gave no warning of the second pilgrim."
"The brother is young and innocent, but I find him an apt pupil," the Governor explained.
"The brother will learn first the wisdom of silence," remarked Leary, and then as though by an afterthought he shook Archie warmly by the hand.
They went into the house where Mrs. Walker, a stout middle-aged woman, greeted them effusively.
"We"ve got to put you both in one room, if you don"t mind," she explained, "but there"s two beds in it. I guess you can make out."
"Make out!" cried the Governor with a deprecatory wave of his hand. "We should be proud to be permitted to sleep on the porch! You do us much honor, my dear Mrs. Walker."
"Oh, you always cheer us up, Mr. Saulsbury. And Mr. Comly is just as welcome."
The second floor room to which Walker led them was plainly but neatly furnished and the windows looked out upon rolling pastures. The Governor abandoned his high-flown talk and asked blunt questions as to recent visitors, apparently referring to criminals who had lodged at the farm.
They talked quite openly while Archie unpacked his bag. The restless activity of the folk of the underworld, their methods of communication and points of rendezvous seemed part of a vast system and he was ashamed of his enormous interest in all he saw and heard. The Governor"s cool fashion of talking of the world of crime and its denizens almost legitimatized it, made it appear a recognized part of the accepted scheme of things. Walker aroused the Governor"s deepest interest by telling of the visit of Pete Barney, a diamond thief, who had lately made a big haul in Chicago, and had been pa.s.sed along from one point of refuge to another. The Governor asked particularly as to the man"s experiences and treatment on the road, and whether he had complained of the hospitality extended by any of the agents of the underground.
"You needn"t worry about him," said Walker, with a shrug. "He asks for what he wants."
"Sorry if he made himself a nuisance. I"ll give warning to chain the gates toward the North. Is he carrying the sparks with him?"
"Lets "em shine like a fool. I told "im to clear out with "em."
"You did right. The brothers in the West must be more careful about handing out tickets. Now trot Red up here and we"ll transact a little business."
Leary appeared a moment later and Archie was about to leave the room, but the Governor insisted stoutly that he remain.
"I"m anxious for you and Red to know that I trust both of you fully."
"What"s the young brother,--a con?" asked Leary with a glance at Archie.
To be referred to as a confidence man by a gentleman of Leary"s professional eminence gave Archie a thrill. The Governor answered by drawing up his sleeves and going through the motions of washing his hands.
"Does the hawk follow fast?" Leary asked, as he proceeded to fill his pipe.
"The shadow hasn"t fallen, but we watch the sky," returned the Governor.
The brushing of the hands together Archie interpreted as a code sign signifying murder and the subsequent interchange of words he took to be inquiry and answer as to the danger of apprehension. He felt that Leary"s att.i.tude toward him became friendlier from that moment. There was something ghastly in the thought that as the slayer of a human being he attained a certain dignity in the eyes of men like Leary. But he became interested in the transaction that was now taking place between the thief and the Governor. The Governor extracted the sixty one-thousand-dollar bills from his bag, and laid them out on the bed. He rapidly explained just how Leary"s hidden booty had been recovered, and the manner in which the smaller denominations had been converted into bills that could be pa.s.sed without arousing suspicion.
"Too big for one bite, but old Dan Sheedy will change "em all for you in Bean Center. You know his place? You see him alone and ask him to chop some feed for your cattle. He makes a good front and stands well at his bank."
Leary picked up ten of the bills and held them out to the Governor.
"If that ain"t right we"ll make it right," he said.
"Not a cent, Red! I haven"t got to a point yet where I charge a fee for my services. But our young brother here is ent.i.tled to anything he wants."
Archie grasped with difficulty the idea that he was invited to share in the loot. His insistence that he couldn"t think for a moment of accepting any of the money puzzled Leary.
"It"s all right about you, Governor, but the kid had better shake the tree. If his hands are wet he"s likely to need a towel."