The wrestlers had now stepped forth to battle for a pair of silver buckles, and the boy in turn nudged Dave, but unavailingly. The wrestling was good and Dave watched it with keen interest. One huge bull-necked fellow was easily the winner, but when the silver buckles were in his hand, he boastfully challenged anybody in the crowd. Dave shouldered through the crowd and faced the victor.
"I"ll try you once," he said, and a shout of approval rose.
The Dale party crowded close and my lord"s coach appeared on the outskirts and stopped.
"Backholts or catch-as-catch-can?" asked the victor sneeringly.
"As you please," said Dave.
The bully rushed. Dave caught him around the neck with his left arm, his right swinging low, the bully was lifted from the ground, crushed against Dave"s breast, the wind went out of him with a grunt, and Dave with a smile began swinging him to and fro as though he were putting a child to sleep. The spectators yelled their laughter and the bully roared like a bull. Then Dave reached around with his left hand, caught the bully"s left wrist, pulled loose his hold, and with a leftward twist of his own body tossed his antagonist some several feet away. The bully turned once in the air and lighted resoundingly on his back. He got up dazed and sullen, but breaking into a good-natured laugh, shook his head and held forth the buckles to Dave.
"You won "em," Dave said. "They"re yours. I wasn"t wrastling for them.
You challenged. We"ll shake hands."
Then my Lord Dunmore sent for Dave and asked him where he was from.
"And do you know the Indian country on this side of the c.u.mberland?"
asked his lordship.
"Very well."
His lordship smiled thoughtfully.
"I may have need of you."
Dave bowed:
"I am an American, my lord."
His lordship flamed, but he controlled himself.
"You are at least an open enemy," he said, and gave orders to move on.
The horse-race was now on, and meanwhile a pair of silk stockings, of one pistol"s value, was yet to be conferred. Colonel Dale had given Hugh permission to ride Firefly in the race, but when he saw the lad"s condition he peremptorily refused.
"And n.o.body else can ride him," he said, with much disappointment.
"Let me try!" cried Erskine.
"You!" Colonel Dale started to laugh, but he caught Dave"s eye.
"Surely," said Dave. The colonel hesitated.
"Very well-I will."
At once the three went to the horse, and the negro groom rolled his eyes when he learned what his purpose was.
"Dis hoss"ll kill dat boy," he muttered, but the horse had already submitted his haughty head to the lad"s hand and was standing quietly.
Even Colonel Dale showed amazement and concern when the boy insisted that the saddle be taken off, as he wanted to ride bareback, and again Dave overcame his scruples with a word of full confidence. The boy had been riding pony-races bareback, he explained, among the Indians, as long as he had been able to sit a horse. The astonishment of the crowd when they saw Colonel Dale"s favorite horse enter the course with a young Indian apparently on him bareback will have to be imagined, but when they recognized the rider as the lad who had won the race, the betting through psychological perversity was stronger than ever on Firefly. Hugh even took an additional bet with his friend Grey, who was quite openly scornful.
"You bet on the horse now," he said.
"On both," said Hugh.
It was a pretty and a close race between Firefly and a white-starred bay mare, and they came down the course neck and neck like two whirlwinds. A war-whoop so Indian-like and curdling that it startled every old frontiersman who heard it came suddenly from one of the riders. Then Firefly stretched ahead inch by inch, and another triumphant savage yell heralded victory as the black horse swept over the line a length ahead.
Dane Grey swore quite fearfully, for it was a bet that he could ill afford to lose. He was talking with Barbara when the boy came back to the Dales, and something he was saying made the girl color resentfully, and the lad heard her say sharply:
"He is my cousin," and she turned away from the young gallant and gave the youthful winner a glad smile. Just then a group of four men stopped near, looked closely at the little girl, and held a short consultation.
One of them came forward with a pair of silk stockings in his hand.
"These are for the loveliest maiden present here. The committee chooses you."
And later he reported to his fellow members:
"It was like a red rose courtesying and breathing thanks."
Again Hugh and Dane Grey were missing when the party started back to the town-they were gone to bet on "Bacon"s Thunderbolts" in a c.o.c.k-fight.
That night they still were missing when the party went to see the Virginia Comedians in a play by one Mr. Congreve-they were gaming that night-and next morning when the Kentucky lad rose, he and Dave through his window saw the two young roisterers approaching the porch of the hotel-much dishevelled and all but staggering with drink.
"I don"t like that young man," said Dave, "and he has a bad influence on Hugh."
That morning news came from New England that set the town a-quiver.
England"s answer to the Boston tea-party had been the closing of Boston harbor. In the House of Burgesses, the news was met with a burst of indignation. The 1st of June was straight-way set apart as a day of fasting, humiliation, and prayer that G.o.d would avert the calamity threatening the civil rights of America. In the middle of the afternoon my lord"s coach and six white horses swung from his great yard and made for the capitol-my lord sitting erect and haughty, his lips set with the resolution to crush the spirit of the rebellion. It must have been a notable scene, for Nicholas, Bland, Lee, Harrison, Pendleton, Henry, and Jefferson, and perhaps Washington, were there. And my lord was far from popular. He had hitherto girded himself with all the trappings of etiquette, had a court herald prescribe rules for the guidance of Virginians in approaching his excellency, had entertained little and, unlike his predecessors, made no effort to establish cordial relations with the people of the capitol. The Burgesses were to give a great ball in his honor that very night, and now he was come to dissolve them. And dissolve them he did. They bowed gravely and with no protest. Shaking with anger my lord stalked to his coach and six while they repaired to the Apollo Room to prohibit the use of tea and propose a general congress of the colonies. And that ball came to pa.s.s. Haughty hosts received their haughty guest with the finest and gravest courtesy, bent low over my lady"s hand, danced with her daughters, and wrung from my lord"s reluctant lips the one grudging word of comment:
"Gentlemen!"
And the ladies of his family bobbed their heads sadly in confirmation, for the steel-like barrier between them was so palpable that it could have been touched that night, it seemed, by the hand.
The two backwoodsmen had been dazzled by the brilliance of it all, for the boy had stood with Barbara, who had been allowed to look on for a while. Again my lord had summoned Dave to him and asked many questions about the wilderness beyond the c.u.mberland, and he even had the boy to come up and shake hands, and asked him where he had learned to ride so well. He lifted his eyebrows when Dave answered for him and murmured with surprise and interest:
"So-so!"
Before Barbara was sent home Hugh and Dane Grey, dressed with great care, came in, with an exaggeration of dignity and politeness that fooled few others than themselves. Hugh, catching Barbara"s sad and reproachful glance, did not dare go near her, but Dane made straight for her side when he entered the room-and bowed with great gallantry. To the boy he paid no attention whatever, and the latter, fired with indignation and hate, turned hastily away. But in a corner unseen he could not withhold watching the two closely, and he felt vaguely that he was watching a frightened bird and a snake. The little girl"s self-composure seemed quite to vanish, her face flushed, her eyes were downcast, and her whole att.i.tude had a mature embarra.s.sment that was far beyond her years. The lad wondered and was deeply disturbed. The half overlooking and wholly contemptuous glance that Grey had shot over his head had stung him like a knife-cut, so like an actual knife indeed that without knowing it his right hand was then fumbling at his belt. Dave too was noticing and so was Barbara"s mother and her father, who knew very well that this smooth, suave, bold, young daredevil was deliberately leading Hugh into all the mischief he could find. Nor did he leave the girl"s side until she was taken home. Erskine, too, left then and went back to the tavern and up to his room. Then with his knife in his belt he went down again and waited on the porch. Already guests were coming back from the party and it was not long before he saw Hugh and Dane Grey half-stumbling up the steps. Erskine rose. Grey confronted the lad dully for a moment and then straightened.
"Here"s anuzzer one wants to fight," he said thickly. "My young friend, I will oblige you anywhere with anything, at any time-except to-night.
You must regard zhat as great honor, for I am not accustomed to fight with savages."
And he waved the boy away with such an insolent gesture that the lad, knowing no other desire with an enemy than to kill in any way possible, s.n.a.t.c.hed his knife from his belt. He heard a cry of surprise and horror from Hugh and a huge hand caught his upraised wrist.
"Put it back!" said Dave sternly.
The dazed boy obeyed and Dave led him up-stairs.
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