Bob did not like the looks of the strange dark man who got out of the car and came into the yard with the air of a thrashing machine bolting into whatever came in his way. He stood st.u.r.dily and waited until he was asked who lived there, and admitted with a stingy "yes" that it was Mrs.
Carson"s house. A thundering knock on the front door followed, and the other man in the car got out and came into the yard behind the first.
"Well, you needn"t take the door down," snapped Bob, and scuttled around the house to warn his mother, aware that he had been rude, and glad of it.
It was Betty who came to the door, for Ma was frying bacon and eggs for breakfast, and Bob hadn"t been quite soon enough. She started back with a scream, and eluding the hand that reached for her arm, fairly flew back to the kitchen, taking refuge behind Mrs. Carson, with her eyes wild with fear and her hand on her heart, while Hutton strode after her.
Mrs. Carson wheeled around with her knife in her hand and faced him:
"What do you mean by coming into my house this way, I"d like to know?"
she demanded angrily, putting her arm around Betty.
"I beg your pardon," said Hutton, a poor apology for courtesy slipping into his manner. "I don"t suppose you know it, but that is my wife you are harboring there, and she ran away from home several months ago! I have just discovered her whereabouts and have come to take her away!"
Ma straightened up with the air of a queen and a judge, while Betty stifled a scream and in a small voice full of terror cried: "It isn"t true, Mrs. Carson, it isn"t true! Oh, _mother_, don"t let him take me!"
Mrs. Carson pushed Betty behind her, the knife still in her other hand, and answered with dignity:
"You"ve made a big mistake, Mr. Herbert Hutton; this isn"t your wife at all. I know all about you."
Hutton put on a look of instant suavity.
"Oh, of course, madam, she has told you that, but I"m sorry to have to tell you that she is not in her right mind. She made her escape from the insane asylum."
"Oh, rats!" shouted Bob, and vanished out the kitchen door, slamming it behind him.
Emily, frightened and white, stood just outside, and he nearly knocked her over in his flight. He pulled her along with him, whispering in her ear excitedly:
"You beat it down to the fire gong and hit it for all you"re worth!
Quick!"
Emily gave him one frightened look and sprang to action. Her little feet sped down the path to the lot where hung the big fire gong, like two wild rabbits running for their life, and in a moment more the loud whang of alarm rang through the little town, arousing the "gang" and greatly disconcerting Bi, who was craning his neck at the station and watching the fast-growing speck down the railroad track. That sure was the train coming already. How had they made it so soon?
But Bob was on his stomach in the road scuttling the ship that was to have carried away the princess. The chauffeur was fully occupied in the house, for he had been ordered to follow and be ready to a.s.sist in carrying away an insane person, and he had no thought for his car at present. It was an ugly job, and one that he didn"t like, but he was getting big pay, and such things had to be done.
Bob"s knife was sharp. He always kept it in good condition. It did many of the ch.o.r.es about the house, and was cunning in its skill. It cut beautiful long punctures in the four tires, until there was no chance at all of that car"s going on its way for some time to come. Then he squirmed his way out on the opposite side from the house, slid along by the fence to the side door, around to the back like a flash and without an instant"s hesitation hauled up his elaborate system of drainage. He stuck the longest conductor pipe through the open window of the old laundry, clutched at the sill and swung inside, drawing the pipe in after him.
The altercation in the kitchen had reached white heat. Hutton"s suavity was fast disappearing behind a loud angry tone. He had about sized up Ma and decided to use force.
It was a tense moment when Bob, his hasty arrangements made, silently swung open the laundry door in full range of the uninvited guests and waited for the psychological moment. Mrs. Carson had dropped her knife and seized the smoking hot frying-pan of bacon as a weapon. She was cool and collected, but one could see in her eyes the little devil of battle that sometimes sat in Bob"s eyes as she swung the frying-pan back for a blow. Suddenly out flashed a cold steel eye, menacing, unanswerable, looking straight into her own.
At that instant, unannounced and un.o.bserved, through the laundry door lumbered a long ugly tin conductor pipe, and the deluge began. Straight into the eyes of the would-be husband it gushed, battering swashingly down on the c.o.c.ked revolver, sending it harmlessly to the floor, where it added to the confusion by going off with a loud report, and sending the chauffeur to the shelter of the parlor. Bob never knew how near he came to killing some one by his hasty service, and Ma never had the heart to suggest it. Instead she acted promptly and secured the weapon before the enemy had time to recover from his shock.
Bob, in the laundry, standing on a chair mounted on a board across the bathtub, st.u.r.dily held his wobbling conductor pipe and aimed it straight to the mark. Of course he knew that even a well-filled phalanx of hogsheads could not hold the enemy forever, but he was counting on the fire company to arrive in time to save the day.
Gasping, clawing the air, ducking, diving here and there to escape the stream, Herbert Hutton presented a spectacle most amusing and satisfying to Bob"s boy mind.
"Beat it, Lizzie, beat it! Beat it!" he shouted above the noise of the pouring waters. But Betty, white with horror, seemed to have frozen to the spot. She could not have moved if she had tried, and her brain refused to order her to try. She felt as if the end of everything had come and she were paralyzed.
Down the street with dash and flourish, licking up excitement like a good meal, dashed the gang, the fire chief ostentatiously arraying himself in rubber coat and helmet as he stood on the side of the engine, while the hysterical little engine bell banged away, blending with the sound of the bell of the incoming train at the station. Bi, with his mouth stretched wide, and one foot holding him for the train while the other urged toward the fire and excitement, vibrated on the platform, a wild figure of uncertainty. Where Duty and Inclination both called, Cupidity still had the upper hand.
For once Bi did not have to act a part as he stood watching the three travelers descend from the train. The excitement in his face was real and his gestures were quite natural, even the ones made by his one and only long waving top-lock of gray hair that escaped all bounds as his hat blew off with the suction of the train. Bi rushed up to the three men wildly:
"Say, was you goin" down to Carson"s house after that Hope girl?" he demanded loudly.
The three men surveyed him coldly, and the young one gave him a decided shove:
"That will do, my friend," he said firmly. "We don"t need any of your a.s.sistance."
"But I got a line on this thing you"ll want to know," he insisted, hurrying alongside. "There"s a guy down there in a car goin" to take her away. He ain"t been gone long, but you won"t find her "thout my help.
He"s goin" to take her to a insane inst.i.tution. I let on I was helpin"
him an" I found out all about it."
"What"s all this?" said Reyburn, wheeling about and fixing the old fellow with a muscular young shake that made his toothless jaws chatter.
"How long ago did he go? What kind of a looking man was he?"
"Lemme go!" whined Bi, playing to make time, one cunning eye down the road. "I ain"t as young as I used to be, an" I can"t stand gettin"
excited. I got a rig here a purpose, an" I"ll take you all right down, an" then ef he"s gone, an" I s"pose he must be, "cause your train was late, why, we"ll foller."
"Well, quick, then!" said Reyburn, climbing into the shackley spring wagon that Bi indicated, the only vehicle in view. The two trustees climbed stiffly and uncertainly into the back seat as if they felt they were risking their lives, and Bi lumbered rheumatically into the driver"s place and took up the lines. It appeared that the only living thing in Tinsdale that wasn"t awake and keen to go to the fire was that horse, and Bi had to do quite a little urging with the stump of an old whip. So, reluctantly, they joined the procession toward the Carson house.
As the stream from the hogshead gurgled smaller, and the victim writhed out of its reach and began to get his bearings, suddenly the outside kitchen door burst open and a crew of rubber-coated citizens sprang in, preceded by a generous stream of chemicals which an ardent young member of the company set free indiscriminately in his excitement. It struck the right man squarely in the middle and sent him sprawling on the floor.
Bob dropped the conductor pipe in exhausted relief and flew to the scene of action. It had been fearful to be held from more active service so long. Emily, outside, could be seen dancing up and down excitedly and directing the procession, with frightened shouts, "In there! In the kitchen! Quick!" as the neighbors and townsmen crowded in and filled the little kitchen demanding to know where the fire was.
Mrs. Carson with dignity stepped forward to explain:
"There ain"t any fire, friends, an" I don"t know how you all come to get here, but I reckon the Lord sent you. You couldn"t a-come at a better moment. We certainly was in some trouble, an" I"ll be obliged to you all if you"ll just fasten that man up so"t he can"t do any more harm. He came walkin" in here tryin" to take away a member of my family by force, an" he pointed this at me!"
She lifted the incriminating weapon high where they could all see.
Herbert Hutton, struggling to his feet in the crowd, began to understand that this was no place for him, and looked about for an exit, but none presented itself. The chauffeur had vanished and was trying to make out what had happened to his car.
Hutton, brought to bay, turned on the crowd like a snarling animal, although the effect was slightly spoiled by his drabbled appearance, and roared out insolently:
"The woman doesn"t know what she"s talking about, men; she"s only frightened. I came here after my wife, and I intend to take her away with me! She escaped from an insane asylum some time ago, and we"ve been looking for her ever since. This woman is doing a very foolish and useless thing in resisting me, for the law can take hold of her, of course."
The crowd wavered and looked uncertainly at Mrs. Carson and at Betty cowering horrified behind her, and Hutton saw his advantage:
"Men," he went on, "there is one of your own townsmen who knows me and can vouch for me. A Mr. Gage. Abijah Gage. If you will just look him up--he was down at the station a few minutes ago. He knows that all I am saying is true!"
A low sound like a rumble went over the little audience and they seemed to bunch together and look at one another while some kind of an understanding traveled from eye to eye. An articulate syllable, "Bi!"
breathed in astonishment, and then again "Bi!" in contempt. Public opinion, like a panther crouching, was forming itself ready to spring, when suddenly a new presence was felt in the room. Three strangers had appeared and somehow quietly gotten into the doorway. Behind them, stretching his neck and unable to be cautious any longer, appeared Bi"s slouching form. Crouching Public Opinion caught sight of him and showed its teeth, but was diverted by the strangers.
Then suddenly, from the corner behind Ma, slipped Betty with outstretched hands, like a lost thing flying to its refuge, straight to the side of the handsome young stranger.
He put out his hands and drew her to his side with a protecting motion, and she whispered:
"Tell, them, please; oh, make them understand."