Bang, crack, crash!--came a sharp sound behind him.
"The bridge is down!" he shouted. "We were only just in time. Some of the logs have been carried down, and one of them knocked it endwise."
That was precisely the truth of the matter; and away went the bays, as if they meant to race with the freshet to see which would first arrive in Mertonville.
"I"m on my way to the city, any how," thought Jack, with deep satisfaction.
CHAPTER VII.
MARY AND THE _EAGLE_.
The bay team traveled well, but it was late in the afternoon when Jack drove into the town. Having been in Mertonville before, Jack knew where to take Miss Glidden and Mrs. Potter.
Mertonville was a thriving place, calling itself a town, and ambitious of some day becoming a city.
Not long after entering the village, Miss Glidden touched Jack"s arm.
"Stop, please!" exclaimed Miss Glidden. "There are our friends. The very people we"re going to see. Mrs. Edwards and the Judge, and all!"
The party on foot had also halted, and were waiting to greet the visitors. After welcomes had been exchanged, Mrs. Edwards, a tall, dignified lady, with gray hair, turned to Mary and offered her hand.
"I"m delighted to see you, Miss Ogden," she exclaimed, "and your brother John. I"ve heard so much about you both, from Elder Holloway and the Murdochs. They are expecting you."
"We"re going to the Murdochs"," said Mary, a little embarra.s.sed by the warmth of the greeting.
"You will come to see me before you go home?" said Mrs. Edwards. "I don"t wonder Miss Glidden is so fond of you and so proud of you. Make her come, Miss Glidden."
"I should be very happy," said Miss Glidden benevolently, "but Mary has so many friends."
"Oh, she"ll come," said the Judge himself, very heartily. "If she doesn"t, I"ll come after her."
"Shall I drive to your house now, Judge Edwards?" Jack said at last.
The party separated, and Jack started the bay team again.
The house of Judge Edwards was only a short distance farther, and that of Mrs. Potter was just beyond.
"Mary Ogden," said Miss Glidden in parting, "you must surely accept Mrs. Edwards"s invitation. She is the kindest of women."
"Yes, Miss Glidden," said Mary, demurely.
Jack broke in: "Of course you will. You"ll have a real good time, too."
"And you"ll come and see me?" said Mrs. Potter, and Mary promised.
Then Jack and the Judge"s coachman lowered to the sidewalk Miss Glidden"s enormous trunk.
As Mrs. Potter alighted, a few minutes later, she declared to Mary:
"I"m confident, my dear, that you will experience enthusiastic hospitality."
"What shall I do?" asked Mary, as they drove away. "Miss Glidden didn"t mean what she said. She is not fond of me."
"The Judge meant it," said Jack. "They liked you. None of them pressed me to come visiting, I noticed. I"ll leave you at Murdoch"s and take the team to the stable, and then go to the office of the _Eagle_ and see the editor."
But when they reached the Murdochs", good Mrs. Murdoch came to the door. She kissed Mary, and then said:
"I"m so glad to see you! So glad you"ve come! Poor Mr. Murdoch--"
"Jack"s going to the office to see him," said Mary.
"He needn"t go there," said the editor"s wife; "Mr. Murdoch is ill at home. The storm and the excitement and the exposure have broken him down. Come right in, dear. Come back, Jack, as soon as you have taken care of the horses."
"It"s a pity," said Jack as he drove away. "The _Eagle_ will have a hard time of it without any editor."
He was still considering that matter when he reached the livery-stable, but he was abruptly aroused from his thoughts by the owner of the team, who cried excitedly:
"Hurrah! Here"s my team! I say, young man, how did you cross Link"s bridge? A man on horseback just came here and told us it was down. I was afraid I"d lost my team for a week."
"Well, here they are," said Jack, smiling. "They"re both good swimmers, and as for the carriage, it floated like a boat."
"Oh, it did?" laughed the stable-keeper, as he examined his property.
"Livermore sent you with them, I suppose. I was losing five dollars a day by not having those horses here. What"s your name? Do you live in Crofield?"
"Jack Ogden."
"Oh! you"re the blacksmith"s son. Old Murdoch told me about you. My name"s Prodger. I know your father, and I"ve known him twenty years.
How did you get over the creek--tell me about it?"
Jack told him, and Mr. Prodger drew a long breath at the end of the story.
"You didn"t know the risk you were running," he said; "but you did first-rate, and if I needed another driver I"d be glad to hire you.
What did Livermore say I was to pay you?"
"He didn"t say," said Jack. "I wasn"t thinking about being paid."
"So much the better. I think the more of you, my boy. But it was plucky to drive that team over Link"s bridge just before it went down.
I"ll tell you what I"ll do. I"ll pay you what they"ll earn me to-night--it will be about three dollars--and we"ll call it square.
How will that do?"
"It"s more than I"ve earned," said Jack, gratefully.
"I"m satisfied, if you are," said Mr. Prodger as Jack jumped down.
"Come and see me again if you"re to be in town. You"re fond of horses and have a knack with them."
"Three dollars!" said Jack, after the money had been paid him, and he was on his way back to the Murdochs". "Mother let me have the six dollars they gave me for the fish. And this makes nine dollars. Why, it will take me the rest of the way to the city--but I wouldn"t have a cent when I got there."