They all turned suddenly toward the dam. A high ridge of water was sweeping down across the pond. It carried a crest of foam, logs, planks, and rubbish, shining white in the moonlight, and it rolled on toward the mill and the dam as if it had an errand.
Crash--roar--crash--and a plunging sound,--and it seemed as if the Crofield dam had vanished. But it had not. Only a section of its top work, in the middle, had been knocked away by the rushing stroke of those logs.
A frightened shout went up from the spectators, and it had hardly died away before there followed another splintering crash.
"The bridge!" shouted Jack.
The frail supports of the bridge, brittle with age and weather, already straining hard against the furious water, needed only the battering of the first heavy logs from the boom, and down they went.
"Gone!" exclaimed Mr. Ogden. "The hotel"s gone, and the meeting-house, and the dam, and the bridge. There won"t be anything left of Crofield, at this rate."
"I"m going to get out of it," said Jack.
"I"ll never refuse you again," replied his father, with energy. "You may get out any way you can, and take your chances anywhere you please.
I won"t stand in your way."
The roar of the surging Cocahutchie was the only sound heard for a full minute, and then the miller spoke.
"The mill"s safe," he said, with a very long breath of relief; "the breaking of that hole in the dam let the water and logs through, and the pond isn"t rising. Hurrah!"
There was a very faint and scattering cheer, and Jack Ogden did not join in it. He had turned suddenly and walked away homeward, along the narrow strip of land that remained between the wide, swollen Cocahutchie and the fence.
At the end of the fence, where he came into his own street, away above where the head of the bridge had been, there was a large gathering.
That around the mill had been nearly all of men and boys. Here were women and girls, and the smaller boys, whose mothers and aunts held them and kept them from going nearer the water. Jack found it of no use to say, "Oh, mother, I"m too muddy!" She didn"t care how muddy he was, and Aunt Melinda cared even less, apparently. Bessie and Sue had evidently been crying; but Mary had not; and it was her hand on Jack"s arm that led him away, up the street, toward their gate.
"Oh, Jack!" she exclaimed, "I"m so proud! Did you ride fast? I"m glad I can ride! I could have done it, too. It was splendid!"
"Molly," said Jack, "I don"t mind telling you. The sorrel mare galloped all the way, going and coming, up hill and down; and Molly, I kept wishing and thinking every jump she gave,--wishing I was galloping to New York, instead of to the Four Corners!
"Molly," he added quickly, "father gives it up and says I may go!"
CHAPTER VI.
OUT INTO THE WORLD.
Monday morning came, bright and sunshiny; and it hardly reached Crofield before the people began to get up and look about them.
Jack went down to the river and did not get back very soon. His mind was full of something besides the flood, and he did not linger long at the mill.
But he looked long and hard at all the pieces of land below the mill, down to Deacon Hawkins"s line. He knew where that was, although the fence was gone.
"The freshet didn"t wash away a foot of it," he said. "I"ll tell father what Mr. Hammond said about selling it."
A pair of well-dressed men drove down from Main Street in a buggy and halted near him.
"Brady," said one of these men, "the engineer is right. We can"t change the railroad line. We can say to the Crofield people that if they"ll give us the right of way through the village we"ll build them a new bridge. They"ll do it. Right here"s the spot for the station."
"Exactly," said the other man, "and the less we say about it the better. Keep mum."
"That"s just what I"ll do, too," said Jack to himself, as they drove away. "I don"t know what they mean, but it"ll come out some day."
Jack went home at once, and found the family at breakfast. After breakfast his father went to the shop, and Jack followed him to speak about the land purchase.
When Jack explained the miller"s offer, Mr. Ogden went with him to see Mr. Hammond. After a short interview, Mr. Ogden and Jack secured the land in settlement of the amount already promised Jack, and of an old debt owed by the miller to the blacksmith, and also in consideration of their consenting to a previous sale of the trees for cash to the Bannermans, who had made their offer that morning. Mr. Hammond seemed very glad to make the sale upon these terms, as he was in need of ready money.
When Jack returned to his father"s shop, he remembered the men he had seen at the river, and he told his father what they had said.
"Station?--right of way?" exclaimed Mr. Ogden. "That"s the new railroad through Mertonville. They"ll use up that land, and we won"t get a cent. Well, it didn"t cost anything. I"d about given up collecting that bill."
Later that day, Jack came in to dinner with a smile on his face. It was the old smile, too; a smile of good-humored self-confidence, which flickered over his lips from side to side, and twisted them, and shut his mouth tight. Just as he was about to speak, his father took a long, neatly folded paper out of his coat pocket and laid it on the table.
"Look at that, Jack," he said; "and show it to your mother."
"Warranty deed!" exclaimed Jack, reading the print on the outside.
"Father! you didn"t turn it over to me, did you? Mother, it"s to John Ogden, Jr.!"
"Oh, John--" she began and stopped.
"Why, my dear," laughed the blacksmith, cheerfully, "it"s his gravel, not mine. I"ll hold it for him, for a while, but it is Jack"s whenever I chose to record that deed."
"I"m afraid I couldn"t farm it there," said Jack; and then the smile on his face flickered fast. "But I knew Father wanted that land."
"It isn"t worth much, but it"s a beginning," said Mary. "I"d like to own something or other, or to go somewhere."
"Well, Molly," answered Jack, smiling, "you can go to Mertonville.
Livermore says there"s a team here, horses and open carriage. It came over on Friday. The driver has cleared out, and somebody must take them home, and he wants me to drive over. Can"t I take Molly, Mother?"
"You"d have to walk back," said his father, "but that"s nothing much.
It"s less than nine miles--"
"Father," said Jack, "you said, last night, I needn"t come back to Crofield, right away. And Mertonville"s nine miles nearer the city--"
"And a good many times nine miles yet to go," exclaimed the blacksmith; but then he added, smiling: "Go ahead, Jack. I do believe that if any boy can get there, you can."
"I"ll do it somehow," said Jack, with a determined nod.
"Of course you will," said Mary.
Jack felt as if circ.u.mstances were changing pretty fast, so far as he was concerned; and so did Mary, for she had about given up all hope of seeing her friends in Mertonville.
"We"ll get you ready, right away," said Aunt Melinda. "You can give Jack your traveling bag,--he won"t mind the key"s being lost,--and I"ll let you take my trunk, and we"ll fit you out so you can enjoy it."
"Jack," said his father, "tell Livermore you can go, and then I want to see you at the shop."
Jack was so glad he could hardly speak; for he felt it was the first step. But a part of his feeling was that he had never before loved Crofield and all the people in it, especially his own family, so much as at that minute.