"It doesn"t matter, Uncle," said Ted. "I"m awfully glad--now that it"s over--that you _didn"t_ start any sooner, because, if you had, you know, some of the great things that happened might not have happened."
Judge Ridgway smiled and squeezed the boy, then said:
"Well, now let me have a look at your party. Suppose you bring up the "prisoners of war" first."
Turning away with a vastly important air to execute this commission, Ted and Hubert ran into the venerable Mr. George Smith.
"I"m that glad to see you boys I don"t know what to do," declared the smiling old swamp-squatter, grasping their hands. "I"d "a" footed it out to Judge Ridgway"s even if Sweet Jackson had "a" locked me up and flung away the key."
"He won"t bother you any more," said Hubert, without stopping to explain.
"Thank you _so much_, Mr. Smith," said Ted. "I just knew you would."
Then the boys ran on their way.
"They are all here except James, Thatcher and Wheeler," Judge Ridgway was saying to the sheriff, who had stepped to his side. "To-morrow you can send a party in to round them up."
Then followed the rare spectacle of a Judge "holdin" court right dere in de open pine woods"--to quote from July"s later description. For Ted and Hubert had brought up the "prisoners of war."
"Mr. Jenkins and Mr. Carter," said Ted, presenting them.
"Good names that have not been honored," Judge Ridgway sternly commented, looking the prisoners up and down with a keen, appraising eye. "I imagine that you haven"t much to say for yourselves, for there isn"t much to be said. Have you had enough of dodging the law of the land and shirking your duty, hidden like thieves in a swamp? Are you ready to register and go to the war when called?"
"Yes, sir," answered Jenkins and Carter in a breath.
"That"s the main requisite, and the situation is now practically in your own hands, for, as the higher authorities have wisely said, what the country wants is full armies, not full jails. Take them in charge, Mr.
Sheriff. I will only say further that I should like to see them given every chance, Mr. Jenkins especially, for whom my dear boys have spoken a good word."
When the "prisoners of war" had stepped apart in the company of the deputies, Jenkins exchanging a parting smile with Ted as he went, Judge Ridgway spoke again to the sheriff:
"I want the other three young men to spend the night at my house. Their case is different. I think also that I"ll have my servants put up the young negro for the night--my boys are so grateful to him. I will be responsible for the four and see that they are registered to-morrow."
"All right, Judge," said the sheriff, and, saluting, he marched off with his deputies and the "prisoners of war."
Judge Ridgway rose from his seat, smiling, as Ted and Hubert brought up their three friends and introduced them. He shook hands first with Peters and then with Jones, saying:
"Well, boys, you made a very serious mistake, but even serious mistakes can be rectified; and I understand that you have voluntarily done so already, so far as was in your power. _Voluntary_ rectification is everything. Little more can be asked, and we"ll say no more about it."
Then he turned to Buck with an extremely friendly manner, holding the young man"s hand in a warm clasp.
"Mr. Hardy, I am deeply indebted to you," he said. "I shudder to think of what my boys might have suffered but for you and your commanding influence over that lawless crowd."
"Judge--Judge Ridgway, you--you make me ashamed," stammered Buck, awkwardly, his eyes lowered. "What I did for them was nothin" to what Ted did for me. That boy made me feel like I"d never get any peace o"
mind till I"d bagged about sixteen o" them Germans."
"You"re the right stuff!" declared Judge Ridgway, with a suddenly renewed grip of Buck"s hand.
After smiling with the greatest satisfaction into Buck"s uplifted eyes, he addressed the three young men collectively: "I want you all to spend the night at my house."
"Oh, Judge, we don"t want to impose----" began Peters.
"Not a word; you"ve got to come, all of you," declared Judge Ridgway merrily, as he noted the looks exchanged by the embarra.s.sed young backwoodsmen. "I want you to help my boys tell their wonderful story.
Even Ulysses after all his travels never found a keener listener than I shall be."
He was about to add that all had now better start on the homeward tramp, when he noticed the old swamp-squatter lingering to say good-by.
"Come back and stay all night, Mr. Smith," he hospitably invited. "Then you can make an early start in the morning."
"Thank you, Judge, I believe I will," the old man eagerly accepted.
July had already been informed by Hubert that he was to be the guest of old Asa and Clarissa for the night, and he could now be seen with the black pack-carrier hurrying along the path ahead, eager, as he had confessed, to reach the Ridgway kitchen and relate to a gaping audience the marvelous adventures of "Cap"n Ted."
"Walk on with your friends, Ted," directed Judge Ridgway. "I want to speak to Hubert."
As soon as he learned that the boys were lost in the swamp Judge Ridgway telegraphed his brother in North Carolina, and that morning he had received a long answer.
"I"ve heard from your father, Hubert," he now informed the boy. "Both your father and mother want me to send you home at once. They think Ted"s influence is bad for you."
"Oh, they don"t understand," cried Hubert, his grip on his lachrymal ducts visibly loosening. "I wouldn"t take a thousand dollars for this great trip with Ted. I"m more of a man right now than I would have been without Ted. To be with Ted is the greatest thing in the world!"
"Hubert, shake hands with your uncle," said Judge Ridgway, stopping short. "There"s much better stuff in you than I supposed. Good boy! You won"t have to go till to-morrow, and I"ll see to it that you come down to visit Ted soon."
A few minutes later Hubert joined the party ahead and told Ted that his uncle wanted to speak to him. Ted ran back gladly, shouting as he drew near:
"Oh, Uncle--I forgot. What"s the news about the war?"
"A great battle[A] is raging on the west front--but we"ll talk about that later."
[A] The great German drive beginning March 21, 1918.
Judge Ridgway put his arm over Ted"s shoulder, and they walked forward.
"I"m to have you for keeps now," he said. "Your Uncle Fred has at last agreed to give you up."
"That"s just what I"ve wanted!"
"We have much to talk about. As to your future, I rather think it will have to be West Point for you, eh?"
"Splendid!" cried Ted, his eyes glowing. "Oh, Uncle, everything is coming just as I wanted it. Isn"t it wonderful how things come out all right? And I"m always expecting it, too. In the very worst times in the swamp I told Hubert we"d get out of it and even be glad of what we"d gone through. And now I"m expecting, I"m sure of, the greatest thing of all--our victory over the Germans!"
An hour later, just as the white front of the Ridgway house showed through the trees from afar, Judge Ridgway and Ted joined the others, and, looking around upon all his friends, the boy exclaimed:
"_Won"t_ we have a party to-night!"
"Yes, I think it will be a "party,"" said Judge Ridgway. "I think Clarissa will try to serve such a supper as she has sometimes seen in her dreams. And I think we may even drink a toast to my Ted."
Putting an affectionate hand on the boy"s shoulder, Buck Hardy slightly amended the announcement of their host.
"To _Captain_ Ted," he said.