"I"ve taken hold of your case, and things are working splendidly. All I"m going to tell you right now is that there"s great hope you"ll hear something, say by to-morrow afternoon. You ask me when we meet, about two or three, and perhaps I"ll have some; news that"ll surprise you.
Now let"s talk about the race that"s going to be pulled off pretty soon. Have you had a line about what Mechanicsburg"s doing?"
In this way, then, he closed his chum"s mouth. Bristles was puzzled to account for the actions of his friend; but at the same time he had so much confidence in Fred Fenton that he accepted his explanation, and even began to take on a more cheerful appearance.
That afternoon the boys had the benefit of a coach; for Corney"s father, the old college grad. and oarsman, gave them an hour of his time. He corrected numerous little faults that, as amateurs, they had naturally fallen into, and when finally Brad took his crew for a three-mile working-out spin, he was tremendously pleased at hearing the compliments bestowed upon them by Mr. Shays.
"You are doing finely, boys," declared the coach, in a tone as though he meant all he said. "The improvement in your style of rowing is decidedly worth seconds to you; and they count big in a race, you know.
I shall come out again the next time you want me, and show you some more little faults in the way you recover after giving the stroke. I can save several of you more or less unnecessary exertion, which in turn means a concentration of energy for the final spurt that accompanies every boat race."
The boys thoroughly enjoyed having so pleasant a coach, and went home that evening convinced that their chances for victory in the coming struggle had been increased fully twenty per cent.
"Don"t forget your promise, Fred," said Bristles, rather pathetically, as he parted from his chum where their ways separated.
"Depend on it, I just won"t, Bristles," answered the other, positively.
It seemed a very long time until eleven o"clock the next morning; and Fred kept around the house, for he did not want to run upon Bristles, and have the other look at him in that eager way.
When he reached the place appointed for the meeting with Miss Muster he found her there, a heavy veil hiding her face. Together they made their way along the path that Gabe was accustomed to take as a short cut home.
"Do you think he took another of the opals, ma"am?" Fred asked, as they drew near the big hollow oak.
"I really had not the heart to look," she replied. "I gave him all the opportunity he could ask; and when he talked with me later on, I thought the boy looked confused; but I felt so sorry to think he had a mother who would be heart-broken, that I would not go into the parlor to examine. But guilt was written large on his face, or I am a poor judge of boy nature. Perhaps I am, after the mistake I made about my own nephew."
Fred soon found a spot where both of them could hide, and yet be very close to the big tree; indeed, a few steps would carry them alongside when the time came for action.
Then they settled down to wait. After a time the sound of bells told that noon had come. A few minutes later, and Fred touched the arm of his companion.
"That"s Gabe coming now," he remarked.
And the trembling old maid could distinctly hear a very boisterous whistle that kept getting louder and louder as the butcher"s boy strode jauntily along the path, heading in their direction.
CHAPTER XXII
TELLING THE GOOD NEWS
Gabe Larkins" big whistle suddenly stopped. The boy was looking craftily around him, up and down the winding path, as though anxious to make sure that no person was in sight.
Convinced of this act, he quickly stepped over to the big oak, and thrust his arm into the hollow. Miss Muster fairly held her breath with excitement as she saw him take out the little cardboard box, and opening it, drop something in, which he had drawn from the depths of a pocket.
Fred arose; and the lady, taking this as a signal, did likewise.
Together they began to advance upon the crouching Gabe. The boy seemed to be so intent upon his business of admiring the gems that he was unaware of the presence of others, until possibly the rustle of the lady"s dress startled him.
Then Gabe looked up, and his face turned ashy pale when he saw Miss Muster. In that one terrible moment he knew that his thievery had been found out. n.o.body could ever know the thoughts that flashed through the boy"s mind with the rapidity of lightning.
"Give that to me!" said Miss Muster, holding out her hand toward Gabe.
He dared not refuse; and as she received the little cardboard box the old maid, glancing in, counted ten of her opals there, just half of the entire collection. Gabe had increased his "take" that morning, and added three to his plunder. His apparent success was making him daily bolder.
He tried to face the indignant, yet sorrowful, lady, but his eyes quickly fell before her look.
"Have you ever stopped to think where you are going to land, if you keep on this way, Gabe?" she asked slowly.
The boy made no reply. Perhaps he was inclined to be ugly and sullen; but, on the other hand, as he was a young offender, It might be conscience began to awaken. And Miss Muster believed that, since she meant to let him off this time, she at least ought to impress a lesson of some kind on him.
"It means the penitentiary for a boy who begins to steal, as you show signs of doing, Gabe; yes, and a broken heart for your poor mother. Oh!
I do hope this will be a warning that you will keep before you always.
Because of that mother I am going to let you off this time, my boy; but unless you mend your ways there is only one end before you. Fred here will keep your secret also; you can depend on him. And make up your mind, Gabe, that even though you think you have succeeded in doing some evil deed in secret, the truth will sooner or later come out, Now you can go. I shall not speak to your employer, nor tell your mother; but from time to time I am going to have something to say to _you,_ my boy.
I want to be your friend."
Gabe had never opened his mouth to utter a single word, and when he hurriedly took his departure Fred was not sure but what it was a wide grin that appeared on his face; as though he fancied that he had gotten off cheaply after all. Whether Gabe would take his lesson seriously and reform, was a question in Fred"s mind.
"That ends it, thank goodness!" remarked Miss Muster, after they had seen Gabe turn the path in the direction of his own home. "And now, Fred, you get your lunch. After Ive had my own I shall drop in to see my niece, and confess all my shortcomings. I fancy she will be too happy at learning her boy is innocent to hold any grudge against her wretched old aunt."
"Thank you," said Fred, laughing; "I do feel kind of hungry now. Just knowing what bully good news I"ve got for Bris--I mean Andy--seems to give me an appet.i.te. I"ll get there just in time to sit down with mother and Kate; because father doesn"t come home at noon from the works."
"And, Fred, believe me when I say that I"ll never forget what you"ve done for me and mine," were the parting words of the old spinster, as she squeezed the boy"s hand.
"I"m glad, because I just know you"ll make it all up with Bris--that is, Andy," he said; and she nodded her head in the affirmative.
And at the lunch table, after making them promise that it should go no further than the head of the Fenton family, Fred interested his mother and sister by a recital of the strange case of the disappearing opals.
"And remember, Kate," Fred went on, shaking his linger at his younger sister; "you must never, under any circ.u.mstances, mention a single word of all this to even one girl. Just forget you ever heard it I"m going to make poor Bristles mighty happy this afternoon; and the thought of it gives me so much delight that I guess I"ll be off now to find him."
He hurried out of the room, followed by the admiring glances of those who knew only too well what pleasure It gave Fred to be of value to a chum.
Bristles was not at home, it turned out, having gone down to the river to hang around the boat-house, and wait for Fred to join him; because something seemed to tell him the other was going to bring good news.
But Fred did see Miss Muster coming down the road as he turned away; and from what she had said, he understood that the determined old maid meant to "eat humble pie," as Fred called it, by asking Bristles"
mother to forgive her mistake.
None of the other boys happened to be around when Fred came upon Bristles. The latter was sitting on a pile of boards which were going to form part of the new house being erected for the Riverport Boat Club. As he heard the sound of approaching footsteps Bristles looked up, and smiled broadly to see Fred.
"Now tell me what"s on the bills, Fred," he entreated. "I just feel it in my bones that you"ve got news for me. Have you found out where the opals went?"
"That"s right," replied Fred, promptly.
"Say, you don"t mean to tell me you"ve got "em back for Aunt Alicia?"
gasped Bristles, turning red, and then pale, by rapid turns, and leaning weakly against the pile of boards.
"Every one," declared the other; "your aunt says there isn"t a single opal missing."
"And was it that cunning old bunch of feathers, Black Joe, after all; was my guess good, and did you find out where the old bird was hiding them?" continued Bristles, possibly pluming himself a little on having conceived a very brilliant idea.
""Not for Joseph, not for Joe,"" sang Fred, merrily. "Fact is, when I told what you had in your mind to Miss Muster she said it was a fine thought, but she was sorry to say in this case no raven need apply.
"Cause why--well, she"d chained Joe to his perch for a week because he got sa.s.sy, and wouldn"t mind; and so you see, if he had to stay there all the time he couldn"t hop or fly into the other room and get away with the opals every other day or so."