"But I ain"t got no money of yours, Mr. Rollins," expostulated the other, stubbornly. "I"m awful sorry if you"ve gone and lost your roll, and I"d do most anything to help you find it again; but that money belongs to me, and I don"t mean to turn it over to n.o.body. It"s goin" to buy a home for me and maw, understand that, sir--your little Thatcher place, if so be you"ll come to terms; but some other if you won"t.
That"s plain, sir, ain"t it?"
"What, do you have the nerve to stick to that silly story, after admitting that this wonderfully gotten fortune of yours tallies to the dollar with what has been taken from my house?" demanded Mr. Rollins, acting as though half tempted to immediately pounce upon the treasure, and take possession, depending on Paul and his scouts to back him up if Jo showed fight.
"I sure do; and I know what I know, Mr. Rollins!" declared the farmhand, with flashing eyes, as he pushed between the table and the irate farmer; while his little mother wrung her clasped hands, and moaned pitifully to see the strange thing that was happening there under her own roof.
It looked for a moment as though there might be some sort of a rumpus; and Seth even began to clench his hands as if ready to take a prominent part in the same; but as had happened more than a few times before when the storm clouds gathered over the scouts, Paul"s wise counsel intervened to prevent actual hostilities.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Rollins," he called out. "This thing ought to be easily settled, one way or another. You understand that queer things may happen sometimes, and there is a chance that two sums of money may be almost exactly alike. Now, if Jo here has inherited a nice little fortune, he ought to be able to prove that to us by showing letters, or some sort of doc.u.ments. How about that, Jo?"
To the surprise, and pleasure as well, of the scoutmaster, Jo"s face immediately expanded into a wide grin, and he nodded his head eagerly.
"Say, maw, what did you do with that letter we had from the law firm over in Indianapolis, tellin" me to come and claim my property, and to bring along something to prove that I was the said Jo Albion Davies mentioned in Aunt Selina"s last will and testament? In the drawer, you mean? All right, I"ll get it; and let these gentlemen read the same. And there"s Squire McGregor as went up with me to identify me to the lawyers, he"ll tell you he saw me get this money from the bank, just before they closed this arternoon. There she is; now read her out loud, young feller."
CHAPTER VIII
"WELL, OF ALL THINGS!"
"All right; I"ll be only too glad to do the same," said Paul, as he accepted what appeared to be a well thumbed letter from Jo.
One glance he gave at the same, and then a load seemed to have been lifted somehow from his boyish heart; because, after he had seen how Jo Davies loved that dear little white-haired mother, he would have felt it keenly did the circ.u.mstances make it appear that the young farmhand were guilty of robbing the man who trusted him so fully.
So Paul read out the letter. There is no need of giving it here, because it was rather long, and written in a very legal-like way, each sentence being enveloped in a ponderous atmosphere.
But it was upon the letter-head of a big law firm in Indianapolis, and in so many words informed the said Jo Albion Davies that his respected aunt, Selina Lee Davies, had pa.s.sed out of this life, leaving him her sole heir; and that if he were interested, it would be to his advantage to come to the city as speedily as possible, to claim the little sum that was waiting for him in bank; and to be sure and bring some one along with him who would be able to vouch for his being the party in question.
Luckily Jo had taken Squire McGregor along, who happened to know one of the members of the big law firm; for otherwise the heir might have had some trouble in proving his ident.i.ty, since he had forgotten to carry even the letter in his pocket, it seemed.
But of course after that Mr. Rollins could not say a word about claiming the tempting display of greenbacks that lay exposed upon the table. Jo was already engaged in tenderly gathering them up, as though meaning to secrete his little fortune either on his person, or somewhere else.
"Looks like I"m clean busted, don"t it?" the farmer said, with a sigh, turning toward Paul, upon whom he had somehow come to rely in the strangest way possible.
"It does seem as though your money has gone in a queer way, sir,"
replied the young scoutmaster, "but honestly now, I find it hard to believe that a common hobo would be able to find it so quick, if you had it hidden away up in a corner of the garret, and hadn"t been there for ten days."
Jo stopped gathering his fortune together; he had snapped several heavy rubber bands around it, evidently supplied at the city bank when he drew the money.
"I wonder, now, could that have anything to do with it," they heard him mutter, as he looked curiously at the farmer.
The words were heard by Mr. Rollins, who, ready to grasp at a floating straw, in his extremity, even as might a drowning man, quickly observed:
"What do you mean by saying that, Jo? I hope you can give me some sort of hint that will help me find my money again; because I meant to pay off my mortgage with it, and will be hard pushed to make good, if it stays lost."
"I"ll tell you, sir," said Jo, readily. "It was just about a week ago that I"d been to town, you remember, and getting home along about midnight I was worried about one of the hosses that had been actin" sick like. So I walked over here, not wantin" to wait till mornin". Just when I was agoin" back I seen a light movin" around over at the house, and I stopped a minute to watch the same."
"Yes, go on; a week ago, you say?" the farmer remarked, as Jo paused to catch his breath again.
"On Thursday night it was, Mr. Rollins," the other went on. "Well, just then I saw the back door open, and somebody stepped out. I seen it was you, and about the queerest part of it all was that it looked to me as if you might be walkin" around in your pajamas! Do you remember comin"
outdoors on that night for anything, sir?"
"I don"t even remember walking around that way," replied Mr. Rollins, hastily, and looking as though he did not know whether Jo were trying to play some sort of joke on him, or not, "but go on and tell the rest.
What did I do? Did you stop long enough to see?"
"Well," continued the farm hand, "I saw you go over to the old Dutch oven that hasn"t been used this twenty years, and move around there a bit; but it wasn"t none of my business, Mr. Rollins, and so I went along home. I guess any gentleman"s got the right to go wanderin" around his own premises in the middle of the night, if he wants to, and n.o.body ain"t got any right to complain because he don"t make the trouble to put on his day clothes."
The farmer looked helplessly at Paul. Plainly his wits were in a stupor, and he could not make head or tail of what Jo was telling him.
"Can you get a pointer on to what it all means?" he asked, almost piteously.
Paul had conceived a wonderful idea that seemed to give great promise of solving the dark puzzle.
"You just as much as said that you could not remember having come out of your house that night; and that you never knew yourself to walk around out of doors in your pajamas; is that so, sir?" he asked.
"That"s what I meant; and if I was put on the stand right now, I could lift my right hand, and take my solemn affidavit that I didn"t do any such thing--unless by George! I was walking in my sleep!"
"That"s just the point I"m trying to get at, Mr. Rollins," said Paul, quietly. "Jo, here, says he _saw_ you as plain as anything, and yet you don"t recollect doing it. See here, sir, can you ever remember walking in your sleep?"
"Why, not for a great many years," answered the farmer, somewhat confused, and yet with a new gleam of hope appearing in his expectant eyes.
"But you admit then that you _have_ done such a thing?" pursued the scoutmaster.
"Yes, as a boy I did a heap of queer stunts when asleep. They had to lock my door for a time, and fasten my windows. Why, one night they found me sitting on top of the chimney, and had to wait till I took the notion to come down; because, if they woke me, it might mean a nasty tumble that would like as not break my neck. But I haven"t done anything in that line for thirty years."
"Until one night a week ago, Mr. Rollins," continued Paul, convincingly, "when dreaming that your money was in danger, you got out of your bed, went up and took it from the garret where you had it hidden, walked downstairs, pa.s.sed outside, and stowed it nicely away inside the big old Dutch oven. And chances are you"ll find it right there this minute."
"Oh! do you really think so, my boy?" exclaimed the delighted farmer, "then I"m going off right away and find out. If you"ll go with me I"ll promise to hitch up, and carry the lot of you back to your camp, no matter where that may be."
"What say, shall we go, fellows?" asked the patrol leader, turning to the others.
There was not one dissenting voice. Every boy was just wild to ascertain how this strange mystery would turn out. And as it would be just about as long a walk to Alabama Camp as going to the farmer"s place, they decided the matter without any argument.
"And you just bet I"m going along, after what I"ve heard about this thing," declared Jo Davies, "maw, you ain"t afraid to stay alone a little while longer, be you? You c"n sit on this blessed windfall while I"m gone, but don"t go to fingerin" the same, because walls often have eyes as well as ears, remember."
When the six scouts started off in company with Mr. Rollins, Jo Davies tagged along with them. In his own good fortune the farm hand was only hoping that the money which his employer had missed might be found in the old Dutch oven, just like this smart Boy Scout had suggested.
They covered the distance in short order. You would never have believed that those agile lads had been walking for nearly twelve hours that day, if you could see how they got over the ground, even with two of them limping.
It can be easily understood that there was more or less speculation among the scouts as they hurried along. Would the farmer find his missing wad snugly secreted in the old Dutch oven, as Paul so confidently suggested? And if such turned out to be the case, wouldn"t it prove that the scoutmaster was a wonder at guessing things that were a blank puzzle to everybody else?
So they presently came again to the farm. The ashes were still glowing where the big barn had so recently stood. Here and there a cow or a horse could be seen, nosing around in the half light, picking at the gra.s.s in forbidden corners, and evidently about done with their recent fright.
Straight toward the back of the house the farmer led the way, and up to the old Dutch oven that had been built on to the foundation, for the baking of bread, and all family purposes, many years back; but which had fallen into disuse ever since the new coal range had been placed in the kitchen.
Everybody fairly held their breath as Mr. Rollins dropped down on his hands and knees, struck a match, and half disappeared within the huge receptacle. He came backing out almost immediately; and before his head and shoulders appeared in view Paul knew that he had made a glorious find, because they could hear him laughing almost hysterically.