The sociable went gayly on, nevertheless, and all the while Jack sat in Mrs. Murdoch"s dining-room, his face fairly glowing red with the interest he took in something spread out upon the table before him. It was a large map of New York city that he had found in the _Eagle_ office and brought to the house.
CHAPTER IX.
NEARER THE CITY.
Mary Ogden would have withdrawn into some quiet corner, at the sociable, if it had not been for Elder Holloway and Miss Glidden, who seemed determined to prevent her from being overlooked. All those who had called upon Mrs. Murdoch knew that Mary had had something to do with that extraordinary number of the _Eagle_, and they told others, but Mrs. Murdoch escaped all discussion about the _Eagle_ by saying she had not read it, and referring every one to Miss Ogden.
Mary was glad when the evening was over. After hearing the comments of the public, there was something about their way of editing the paper that seemed almost dishonest.
Jack was still up when she came home.
"I"ve used my time better than if I"d gone to the party," he said.
"I"ve studied the map of New York. I"d know just how to go around, if I was there. I am going to study it all the time I"m here."
Mr. Murdoch was better. He had had a comfortable night, and felt able to think of business again.
"Now, my dear," he said to his wife, "I"m ready to take a look at the _Eagle_. I am glad it was a good number."
"They talked about it all last evening at the sociable," she answered, as she handed him a copy.
He was even cheerful, when he began; and he studied the paper as Jack had studied the map. It was a long time before he said a word.
"My account of the flood is really capital," he said, at last, "and all that about Crofield matters. The report of things in Mertonville is good; that about the logs, the dam, the burglary--a very extraordinary occurrence, by the way--it"s a blessing they didn"t kill Mrs. McNamara.
The story is good; funny-column good. But--oh, gracious! Oh, Mary Ogden! Oh my stars! What"s this?"
He had begun on the editorials, and he groaned and rolled about while he was reading them.
"They"ll mob the _Eagle_!" he said at last. "I must get up! Oh, but this is dreadful! She"s pitched into everything there is! I must get up at once!"
Those editorials were a strong tonic, or else Mr. Murdoch"s illness was over. He dressed himself, and walked out into the kitchen. His wife had not heard him say he would get up, but she seemed almost to have expected it.
"It"s the way you always do," she said. "I"m never much scared about you. You"ll never die till your time comes. I think Mary is over at the office."
"I"m going there, now," he said, excitedly. "If this work goes on, I shall have the whole town about my ears."
He was right. Mary had been at her table promptly that morning to make a beginning on the next number; Jack was down in the engine-room; Mr.
Black was busy, and Mr. Bones was out, when a party of very red-faced men filed in, went through the front office, and climbed the stairs.
"We"ll show him!" said one.
"It"ll be a lesson he won"t forget!" remarked another, fiercely.
"He"ll take it back, or there will be broken bones!" added another; and these spoke for the rest. They had sticks, and they tramped heavily as they marched to the "sanctum." The foremost opened the door, without knocking, and his voice was deep, threatening, and husky as he began:
"Now, Mr. Editor--"
"I"m the editor, sir. What do you wish of me?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: _"I"m the Editor, sir."_]
Mary Ogden stood before him, looking him straight in the face without a quiver.
He was a big man; but, oddly enough, it occurred to him that Mary seemed larger than he was.
"Bob!" exclaimed a harsh whisper behind him, "howld yer tongue! it"s only a gir-rl! Don"t ye say a har-rd word to the loikes o" her!"
Other whispers and growls came from the hall, but the big man stood like a stone post for several seconds.
"You"re the editor?" he gasped. "Is old Murdoch dead,--or has he run away?"
"He"s at home, and ill," said Mary. "What is your errand?"
"I keep a decent hotel, sir,--ma"am--madam--I do,--we all do,--it"s the _Eagle_, you know,--and there"s no kind of disorder,--and there was never any complaint in Mertonville--"
"Howld on, Bob!" exclaimed the prompter behind him. "You"re no good at all; coom along, b"ys. Be civil,--Mike Flaherty will never have it said he brought a shillalah to argy wid a colleen. I"m aff!"
Away he went, stick and all, and the other five followed promptly, leaving Mary Ogden standing still in amazement. She was trying to collect her thoughts when Mr. Black marched in from the other room, followed by the two typesetters; and Mr. Bones tumbled up-stairs, out of breath.
Mary had hardly any explanation to make about what Mr. Bones frantically described as "the riot," and she was inclined to laugh at it. Just then Mr. Murdoch himself came to the door.
Jack stopped the engine, exclaiming, "Mr. Murdoch! you here?"
"What is it? What is it?" he exclaimed. "I saw them go out. Did they break anything?"
"Miss Ogden scared "em off in no time," said Mr. Black.
Mary resigned the editorial chair to Mr. Murdoch. Bones brought in two office chairs; Mr. Black appeared with a very high stool that usually stood before one of his typecases; Mary preferred one of the office chairs, and there she sat a long time, replying to Mr. Murdoch"s questions and remarks. She had plenty to tell, after all she had heard at the sociable, and Mr. Murdoch groaned at times, but still he thanked her for her efforts. Meanwhile Mr. Black went to the engine-room with an errand for Jack that sent him over to the other side of the village.
Jack looked in the little cracked mirror in the front room as he went out.
"Ink enough; they"ll never know me," said Jack. "I"m safe enough.
Besides, Mrs. McNamara wasn"t robbed at all. She was yelling because she thought robbers were coming."
He loitered along on his way back, with his eyes open and his ears ready to catch any bit of stray news, and paused a moment to peer into a small shoe-shop.
It was only a momentary glance, but a hammer ceased tapping upon a lapstone, and a tall man straightened up suddenly and very straight, as he untied his leather ap.r.o.n.
"That"s the fellow!" he exclaimed under his breath, but Jack heard him.
"He knew me! He knew me! I can"t stay in Mertonville!" thought Jack.
"There"ll be trouble now."
He started at a run, but it was so early that he attracted little attention.
His return to the _Eagle_ office was so quick that Mr. Black opened his eyes in surprise.