"I reckon dat you was playing cards last night," said the barber, as he deftly tucked the towel around Tom"s chin and began brushing up his hair.
"No, I wasn"t," said Tom.
"Den you missed the purtiest sight you ever see. Dere was one man dere,--he was a cattle-raiser,--and he raked in thirty thousand dollars from the two sharpers who were trying to gouge him out of his money! I wouldn"t like to be in his boots, I tell you. Dey mean to kill him afore dey get done with this trip! I declare, I believe he bunks with you--room No. 19."
"By gracious!" exclaimed Tom, starting up. And to himself he added: "I don"t wonder that he had his revolver handy. He had his pants on and that was the reason I didn"t see them."
"Did you say something, sir?" asked the darky.
"No, I didn"t," replied Tom.
"Yes, sar, dat was the purtiest sight I ever saw. De man dealt himself fo" aces, and one of the sharpers, the one that was hottest after his money, fo" kings. De best of it was he drew fo" cards, so he knew right where de cards were stocked. The sharper thought there had been a mistake somewhere, and went down in his jeans and pulled out his money, fifteen thousand dollars" wuth. De man saw him,--he had more bills where dem came from,--and de sharper showed fo" kings; but when he went to take de money--I declare, your head is awful dirty. I think a shampoo will set you just about right."
"I don"t want it. Go on. When he went to take the money--then what?"
"Well, he put down de fo" aces with one hand and drew his revolver with the other. De sharper concluded he would let the money stay; and dat broke up de game. You ought to have seen dat sharper"s face. He"s a mighty slick rogue, and I bet you he"ll put a ball into dat sheep-herder before we gets up to Fort Gibson."
"Why don"t you tell him of it?"
"Shucks! What do I want to go and get myself into trouble for? He goes up and down dis road every year and he knows it already. It aint none of my business."
The reader will remember that we are describing things that happened a good many years ago. At that time the cotton-planters, and the cattle-and sheep-herders who lived far back in the country, made use of the steamboats, which were the only means of communication they had.
Gambling was much in vogue, and if the sharpers who met them at New Orleans couldn"t find any means of inducing them to play there, they would take pa.s.sage in these boats and try them again when every other influence except reading was at a discount. It was a dangerous thing to pick up a stranger on these trips, especially if one had money with him, or anything that could be changed into money. For instance, there was a contractor who started from New Orleans to do some government business at Little Rock. He had half a dozen teams and everything he wanted to make his enterprise successful, with the exception of the men. Those he was going to hire of the planters, and of course he had to have some money to do it with. On the way up he fell in with a very modest stranger who didn"t know anything about playing cards, and the consequence was before he reached his destination he was penniless. And the beauty of it was the modest stranger was dead broke, too! Every cent of his little hundred dollars had been won by the two strangers whom the contractor had invited to join in their game, as well as the last mule which the latter had to pull his wagons. The contractor made out a bill of sale of everything he had, and the next morning he was missing. He had jumped overboard, and everybody thought he was drowned accidentally.
The modest stranger and his two confederates took the mules ash.o.r.e and sold them at a big figure, and went back to New Orleans well satisfied with their trip. It seems that in the case of this stranger the sharpers had picked up the wrong man. He had "stocked" the cards on them, and won everything they had, and the darky knew, from certain little signs he had seen, that his life was not safe so long as he remained on board that steamer. Tom had a horror of everything that related to gambling, and he wanted to talk about something else.
"This boat is making pretty good time, isn"t she?" he said, during a pause in which the darky went back to his bench after his comb and brush.
"Yes, sar. We don"t touch anywhere till we get to Memphis, and we shall reach there about----"
"What?" exclaimed Tom.
"Eh? Did you speak, sar?"
"Why, I want to go down the river," gasped Tom, who couldn"t believe that his ears were not deceiving him. "Memphis! That"s up the river."
"Course it is, sar. And you are going dere as fast as you kin."
"Memphis!" exclaimed Tom.
He couldn"t wait for the barber to get through with him, but, jumping out from his hands, with the ap.r.o.n floating all about him, he ran to the nearest window and looked out. He saw the trees dancing swiftly by, but it was not to them that he devoted the most of his attention. The current of the river was what drew his gaze. He took one look at it, at the trees and stumps that covered the surface of the water which the river managed to pick up in the low lands when it was high, and then returned disconsolately to his chair. He didn"t want to go to Memphis.
It was two thousand miles out of his way, and, besides, there were any number of business men that knew him on the levee.
"You wanted to go to New Orleans, I take it," said the barber.
But Tom was done talking. He wanted to have his hair brushed as quickly as possible, so that he might go to the office and settle with the clerk; so the darky speedily put the finishing touches to it, received twenty cents for his trouble, and Tom hurried out and in a few seconds more was standing in front of the desk. He did not see much room when he got there, for there was a big broad-shouldered man standing in front of the desk, with his arms spread out over it, talking with the clerk; but he stepped back to make s.p.a.ce for Tom, and smiled so good-naturedly at him over his bushy whiskers that the boy was satisfied that he had one friend on the boat, if he didn"t have another.
"Morning," said he. "Did the sight of that revolver scare you?"
"No, sir. But I got up just in time to find that I am bound up the river. I didn"t say which way I wanted to go, and the overseer at the landing called me for the wrong boat."
"Well, you"ve got to go now that you are started," said the clerk, pulling a book toward him that contained a list of the pa.s.sengers, "and it will take just five dollars to pay your fare to Memphis."
Very reluctantly Tom pulled out his roll of bills and counted out the five dollars. Then he turned and went out on the guard and seated himself, almost ready to cry with vexation. Presently his room-mate appeared, and without saying so much as "By your leave" he drew a chair close to Tom"s side and sat down.
CHAPTER V.
TOM"S LUCK.
"I say, my young friend, what have you been doing that is contrary to Scribner?"
"I don"t understand you, sir," said Tom, starting involuntarily.
"I mean," said the stranger, bending over and whispering the words to Tom, "what have you been doing that is contrary to law?"
This was a question that Tom never expected to have asked him by strangers. Did he carry the marks of the cruel wrong he had done his uncle and Jerry Lamar upon his face so that anybody could read them? The next time he pa.s.sed a mirror he would look into it and see.
"What is your name?" asked the stranger suddenly.
"Tom Mason."
"Mine is Bolton--Jasper Bolton; and, Tom, I am glad to see you. Put it there. What have you been doing?"
"Not a thing, sir. My uncle has got the money back all right before this time."
"Ah! Money, was it? How much?"
"Five thousand dollars."
"_Five_ thousand dollars! W-h-e-w! You didn"t try to kill anybody in order to get away with it?"
"No, sir. I shot a couple of n.i.g.g.e.r dogs that were on my trail, but if you knew the circ.u.mstances, you would say I did right," said Tom, who had suddenly made up his mind to make a confidant of Mr. Bolton. "It was just this way."
And then Tom straightened around on his seat and faced his new friend and told him his story, being interrupted occasionally with such expressions as "Ah! yes," and "I see," which led him to believe that he was making out a better case against his uncle than he was against himself.
"I don"t want you to think that my uncle is in any way to blame for all this," said Tom, in conclusion. "I wanted money, I wanted to be revenged on Jerry Lamar, and so I took it."
"Of course. You ought to have had better sense, seeing that the money would all be your own some day. Do you know what I think you had better do?"
Tom replied that he did not.
"I think you had better go home, tell your uncle just what you have told me, and abide the consequences."
"You don"t know my uncle, or you would not advise any such step as that," said Tom, with a sigh which showed that he knew him, and that he was bound to stick to his course. "I am the only relative he has got in the world, but that won"t hinder him from saying every time he gets mad at me: "So you are the lad that tried to reduce me to poverty by stealing five thousand dollars from me!" He will get all over that when he finds that I am not coming home, and then I will go back to him."