And with that he hit it a whack with his stick, and out hopped a penny. The landlord opened his eyes, as you may fancy.
"What"ll you take for that hide?"
"It"s not for sale, my good man."
"Will you take a gold piece?"
"It"s not for sale, I tell you. Hasn"t it kept me and mine for years?"
and with that Donald hit the hide another whack, and out jumped a second penny.
Well, the long and the short of it was that Donald let the hide go, and, that very evening, who but he should walk up to Hudden"s door?
"Good evening, Hudden. Will you lend me your best pair of scales?"
Hudden stared and Hudden scratched his head, but he lent the scales.
When Donald was safe at home, he pulled out his pocketful of bright gold and began to weigh each piece in the scales. But Hudden had put a lump of b.u.t.ter at the bottom, and so the last piece of gold stuck fast to the scales when he took them back to Hudden.
If Hudden had stared before, he stared ten times more now, and no sooner was Donald"s back turned, than he was off as hard as he could pelt to Dudden"s.
"Good-evening, Dudden. That vagabond, bad luck to him----"
"You mean Donald O"Neary?"
"And who else should I mean? He"s back here weighing out sackfuls of gold."
"How do you know that?"
"Here are my scales that he borrowed, and here"s a gold piece still sticking to them."
Off they went together, and they came to Donald"s door. Donald had finished making the last pile of ten gold pieces. And he couldn"t finish, because a piece had stuck to the scales.
In they walked without an "If you please" or "By your leave."
"Well, _I_ never!" that was all _they_ could say.
"Good evening, Hudden; good evening, Dudden. Ah! you thought you had played me a fine trick, but you never did me a better turn in all your lives. When I found poor Daisy dead, I thought to myself: "Well, her hide may fetch something"; and it did. Hides are worth their weight in gold in the market just now."
Hudden nudged Dudden, and Dudden winked at Hudden.
"Good evening, Donald O"Neary."
"Good evening, kind friends."
The next day there wasn"t a cow or a calf that belonged to Hudden or Dudden but her hide was going to the fair in Hudden"s biggest cart, drawn by Dudden"s strongest pair of horses.
When they came to the fair, each one took a hide over his arm, and there they were walking through the fair, bawling out at the top of their voices, "Hides to sell! hides to sell.""
Out came the tanner:
"How much for your hides, my good men?"
"Their weight in gold."
"It"s early in the day to come out of the tavern." That was all the tanner said, and back he went to his yard.
"Hides to sell! Fine fresh hides to sell!"
Out came the cobbler:
"How much for your hides, my men?"
"Their weight in gold."
"Is it making game of me you are? Take that for your pains," and the cobbler dealt Hudden a blow that made him stagger.
Up the people came running from one end of the fair to the other.
"What"s the matter? What"s the matter?" cried they.
"Here are a couple of vagabonds selling hides at their weight in gold," said the cobbler.
"Hold "em fast; hold "em fast!" bawled the innkeeper, who was the last to come up, he was so fat. "I"ll wager it"s one of the rogues who tricked me out of thirty gold pieces yesterday for a wretched hide."
It was more kicks than halfpence that Hudden and Dudden got before they were well on their way home again, and they didn"t run the slower because all the dogs of the town were at their heels.
Well, as you may fancy, if they loved Donald little before, they loved him less now.
"What"s the matter, friends?" said he, as he saw them tearing along, their hats knocked in, and their coats torn off, and their faces black and blue. "Is it fighting you"ve been? or mayhap you met the police, ill luck to them?"
"We"ll police you, you vagabond. It"s mighty smart you thought yourself, deluding us with your lying tales."
"Who deluded you? Didn"t you see the gold with your own two eyes?"
But it was no use talking. Pay for it he must and should. There was a meal-sack handy, and into it Hudden and Dudden popped Donald O"Neary, tied him up tight, ran a pole through the knot, and off they started for the Brown Lake of the Bog, each with a pole-end on his shoulder, and Donald O"Neary between.
But the Brown Lake was far, the road was dusty, Hudden and Dudden were sore and weary, and parched with thirst. There was an inn by the roadside.
"Let"s go in," said Hudden; "I"m dead beat. It"s heavy he is for the little he had to eat."
If Hudden was willing, so was Dudden. As for Donald, you may be sure his leave wasn"t asked, but he was dumped down at the inn door for all the world as if he had been a sack of potatoes.
"Sit still, you vagabond," said Dudden; "if we don"t mind waiting, you needn"t."
Donald held his peace, but after a while he heard the gla.s.ses clink, and Hudden singing away at the top of his voice.
"I won"t have her, I tell you; I won"t have her!" said Donald. But n.o.body heeded what he said.
"I won"t have her, I tell you; I won"t have her!" said Donald; and this time he said it louder; but n.o.body heeded what he said.