Fair Harbor

Chapter 63

"Got a little extra to spend to-day," he declared, with a chuckle.

"Picked up twenty dollars this mornin" that I never expected to see again."

"So? You"re lucky."

"That"s what I thought. Say, Kendrick, have you had any--hum--business dealings with that man Phillips? No," with another chuckle, "I suppose you haven"t. He doesn"t love you over and above, I understand. My wife and the rest of the women folks seem to think he"s first mate to Saint Peter, but, between ourselves, he"s always been a little too much of a walkin" oil barrel to suit me. He borrowed twenty of me a good while ago and I"d about decided to write it down as a dead loss. But an hour or so ago he ran afoul of me and, without my saying a word, paid up like a man, every cent. Had a roll of bills as thick as a skys"l yard, he did.

Must have had a lucky voyage, I guess. Eh? Ha, ha!"

He moved off, still chuckling. Kendrick walked down the lower road pondering on what he had heard. Egbert, the professed pauper, in possession of money and voluntarily paying his debts. What might that mean?

Sarah met him at the door. She seemed distressed.

"There!" she cried, as he approached. "If this isn"t too bad! And I was afraid of it, too. You"ve walked way down here, Sears, on those poor legs of yours, and Mr. Phillips has gone again. And I don"t think he"ll be back before night, if he is then. He said not to worry if he wasn"t, because he might have to go to Trumet. Isn"t it a shame?"

It was a shame and a rather desperate shame. This was Tuesday. If the interview with Egbert was to take place at all, it should be that day, or the next. He looked at his sister"s face and something in her expression caused him to ask a question.

"What is it, Sarah?" he demanded. "What"s the rest of it?"

She hesitated. "Sears," she said, after looking over her shoulder to make sure none of the children was within hearing, "there"s somethin"

else. I--I don"t know, but--but I"m almost _sure_ Mr. Phillips won"t be back to-night. I think he"s gone to stay."

"Stay? What do you mean? Did he take his dunnage--his things--with him?"

"No. His trunk is in his room. And he didn"t have a satchel or a valise in his hand. But, Sears, I can"t understand it--they"re gone--his valises are gone."

"Gone! Gone where?"

"I don"t know. That"s the funny part of it. He"s always kept two valises in his room, a big one and a little one. I went into his room just now to make the beds and clean up and I didn"t see those valises anywhere. I thought that was funny and then I noticed that the things on his bureau, his brushes and comb and things, weren"t there. Then I looked in his bureau drawers and everything was gone, the drawers were empty....

Sears, what _do_ you suppose it means?"

Her brother did not answer at once. He tugged at his beard and frowned.

Then he asked:

"Didn"t he say a word more than you"ve told me? Or do anything?"

"No. He had his breakfast out here with us this mornin". Then he went back to his room and, about nine or so, he came out to me and paid his board bill---- Oh, I told you he"d pay it, Sears; he always does pay--and then----"

"Here! Heave to! Hold on, Sarah! He paid his bill, all of it?"

"Yes. Right up to now. That was kind of funny, bein" the middle of the week instead of the end, but he said we might as well start with a clean ledger, or somethin" nice and pleasant like that. Then he took a bundle of money from his pocketbook--a great, _big_ bundle it was, and--Why, why, Sears, what is it? Where are you goin"?"

The captain had pushed by her and was on his way to the front of the house.

"Goin"?" he repeated. "I"m goin" to have a look at those rooms of his.

You"d better come with me, Sarah."

CHAPTER XVIII

The keeper of the livery stable was surprised. "Why, yes," he said, "Mr.

Phillips was here a spell ago. He said he was cal"latin" to go to Trumet to-day on a business cruise, and he hired Josiah and the bay horse and buggy to get him over there. They left about ten o"clock, I should say "twas. I had a mind to ask him why he didn"t take the train, but then I thought "twould be poor business for a fellow that let teams, so I kept still. Hey? Ho, ho!"

The captain, somewhat out of breath after his hurried walk from the Macomber home to the stable, pondered a moment "Did he have a valise or satchel or anything with him?" he asked.

"No. Nothin" but his cane. Couldn"t navigate a yard without his cane that feller couldn"t, seemed so. Looked kind of spruced up, too. Dressed in his best bib and tucker, he was, beaver hat and all. Cal"late he must be goin" to see his best girl, eh. Ho, ho! Guess not though; from what I hear his best girl"s down to the Fair Harbor."

Kendrick pondered a moment longer.

"Did he pay for the team?" he inquired.

"Hey? Yus, paid in advance, spot cash. But what you askin" all this for, Cap"n? Wanted to see him afore he went, did you?"

Sears nodded. "Just a business matter," he explained, and walked away.

He did not walk far, only to the corner. There on the low stone wall bordering on the east the property of Captain Orrin Eldridge, he seated himself to rest and cogitate.

His cogitations were most unsatisfactory. They got him nowhere. He and his sister had pretty thoroughly inspected Egbert"s quarters at the Macomber house. The Phillips trunk was still there, and the "horse pictures" and the photographs of Lobelia"s charming lady friends! but there was precious little else. Toilet articles, collars, ties and more intimate articles of wearing apparel were missing and, except for a light coat and a summer suit of clothes, the closets were empty. And, as Sarah had said, the two valises had vanished. Egbert had told his landlady he was going to Trumet; he had told the livery man the same thing. But by far the easiest way to reach Trumet was by train. Why had he chosen to be driven there over a long and very bad road? And _what_ had become of the valises?

And then occurred the second of a series of incidents which had a marked and helpful bearing up Captain Kendrick"s actions that day. He said afterwards that, for the first time since his railway accident, he really began to believe the tide of luck was turning in his direction.

The first of those incidents had been his meeting and talk with Captain Elkanah. That had sent him hurrying to the Macombers" earlier than he intended. The second incident was that now, as he sat there on the Eldridge wall, down the road came the Minot truck wagon with the Foam Flake in the shafts and Judah Cahoon swinging and jolting on the seat.

Judah spied him and hailed.

"Ahoy, there, Cap"n Sears!" he shouted, pulling the old horse to a standstill. "Thought you was down to Sary"s long ago. What you doin" on that wall--gone to roost so early in the day?"

The captain smiled. "Not exactly, Judah," he replied. "But what are you doin" "way back here? I thought you were haulin" Seth Bangs"s wood for him."

"Huh!" in disgust; "I thought I was, too, but there was some kind of mix-up in the time. Cal"late "twas that Hannah Bangs that muddled it--she could muddle a cake of ice, that woman. Kind of born with a knack for makin" mistakes, she is; and she"s the biggest mistake herself, "cordin" to my notion. Seems "twas to-morrow, not to-day, Seth expected me to come."

"Humph! So you had your cruise up there for nothin"?"

"Yus. Creepin", jumpin"! Think of it, Cap"n. I navigated this old--er--er--spavin-rack "way up to where them folks live, three mile on the Denboro road "tis, and then had to come about and beat for home again. I ... Oh, say I sighted a chum of ours up along that way. Who do you cal"late "twas, Cap"n Sears? Old Eg, that"s who. Togged out from truck to keelson as usual, beaver and all, and----"

"Here! Hold up! What"s that, Judah? You saw Phillips up on the Denboro road, you say? What was he doin" there? When did you see him?"

""Bout an hour ago, or such matter. He was aboard one of the livery stable teams and that Josiah Ellis was pilotin" him. I sung out to Josiah, but he never answered. Says I----"

"Sshh! Where were they bound; do you know?"

"Denboro, I presume likely. That"s the only place there is to be bound to, on that road; "less you"re goin" perchin" up to Seabury"s Pond, and folks don"t do much perchin" in December. Not with beaver hats on, anyhow. Haw, haw! Eg and Josiah was all jammed up together on the buggy seat, with two big valises crammed in alongside of "em, and ... Hi!

What"s the matter, Cap"n Sears? What"s your hurry?"

The captain did not answer. He _was_ hurrying--hurrying back to the livery stable. Half an hour later he, too, was on the seat of a hired buggy, driving the best horse the stable afforded up the lonely road leading to Denboro.

He met no one on that road--which winds and twists over the hills and through the wooded hollows from one side of the Cape to the other--until he was within a mile of Denboro village. Then he saw another horse and buggy approaching his. He recognized the occupant of that buggy long before he himself was recognized.

"Hi!" he shouted, as the two vehicles came near each other. "Hi! Josiah!

Josiah Ellis!"

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