"Well, pa come out with my gun an" his"n an" we walks up to where I seen the hosses. Sh.o.r.e "nough, one of "em was still hitched to the fence, an" t"other was gone. We stood around a minute or two examinin"
the hoss an" then pa says let"s go up the road aways an" see if we c"n see anything. An" by gosh, we hadn"t gone more"n fifty feet afore we come plumb on a man layin" in the middle of the road. Pa shook him an"
he didn"t let out a sound. He was warm but deader"n a tombstone. I wuz fer leavin" him there till we c"d git the coroner, but pa says no. We"d carry him down to our porch, an" lay him there, so"s he"d be out o"
danger. Ma an" the kids wuz all up when we got him there, an" pa sent Bill and Charley over to Mr. Pike"s and Uncle John"s to fetch "em quick. I jumps on Polly an" lights out fer here, Mr. Jones, to telephone up to Saint Liz fer the sheriff an" the coroner, not givin" a dang what I run into on the way. Polly shied somethin" terrible jest afore we got to the pike an" I come derned near bein" throwed. An"
right there "side the road was this feller, all in a heap. I went back an" jumped off. He was groanin" somethin" awful. Thinks I, you poor cuss, you must "a" tried to stop that feller on hossback an" he plunked you. That accounted fer the second shot. But while I wuz tryin" to lift him up an" git somethin" out"n him about the matter, I sees his boss standin" in the road a couple o" rods away. I couldn"t understand a word he said, so I thought I better go back home an" git some help, seein"s I couldn"t manage him by myself. So I dragged him up on the bank an" made him comfortable as I could, and lit out fer home. We thought we"d better bring him up here, Mr. Jones, it bein" just as near an" you could git the doctor sooner. I hitched up the buck-board and went back. Pa an" some of the other fellers took their guns an" went up in the woods lookin" fer the man that done the shootin". The thing that worries all of us is did the same man do the shootin", or was there two of "em, one waitin" down at the cross-roads?"
"Must have been two," said Jones, thoughtfully. "The same man couldn"t have got down there ahead of him, that"s sure. Did anybody go up to Green Fancy to make inquiries?"
""Twasn"t necessary. Mr. Curtis heard the shootin" an" jest before we left he sent a man out to see what it was all about. The old skeezicks that"s been drivin" his car lately come down half-dressed. He said nothin" out of the way had happened up at Green Fancy. n.o.body had been nosin" around their place, an" if they had, he said, there wasn"t anybody there who could hit the side of a barn with a rifle."
"It"s most mysterious," said Barnes, glancing around the circle of awed faces. "There must have been some one lying in wait for these men, and with a very definite purpose in mind."
"Strikes me," said Jones, "that these two men were up to some kind of dirty work themselves, else why did they say they were goin" to Spanish Falls? It"s my idee that they went up that road to lay fer somebody comin" down from the border, and they got theirs good an" plenty instead of the other way round. They were queer actin" men, I"ll have to say that."
His eyes met Barnes" and there was a queer light in them.
"You don"t happen to know anything about this, do you, Mr. Barnes?" he demanded, suddenly.
CHAPTER V
THE FARM-BOY TELLS A GHASTLY STORY AND AN IRISHMAN ENTERS
Barnes stared. "What do you mean?" he demanded sharply.
"I mean just what I said. What do you know about this business?"
"How should I know ANYTHING about it?"
"Well, we don"t know who you are, nor what you"re doing up here, nor what your real profession is. That"s why I ask the question."
"I see," said Barnes, after a moment. He grasped the situation and he admitted to himself that Jones had cause for his suspicions. "It has occurred to you that I may be a detective or a secret service man, isn"t that the case? Well, I am neither. Moreover, this man and his companion evidently had their doubts about me, if I am to judge by your remark and your actions on the porch earlier in the evening."
"I only said that they were curious about you. The man named Roon asked me a good many questions about you while you were in at supper. Who knows but what he was justified in thinkin" you didn"t mean any good to him and his friend?"
"Did you know any more about these two men, Mr. Jones, than you know about me?"
"I don"t know anything about "em. They came here like any one else, paid their bills regular, "tended to their own business, and that"s all."
"What was their business?"
"Mr. Roon was lookin" for a place to bring his daughter who has consumption. He didn"t want to take her to a reg"lar consumptive community, he said, an" so he was lookin" for a quiet place where she wouldn"t be a.s.sociatin" with lungers all the time. Some big doctor in New York told him to come up here an" look around. That was his business, Mr. Barnes, an" I guess you"d call it respectable, wouldn"t you?"
"Perfectly. But why should he be troubled by my presence here if--"
Miss Thackeray put an end to the discussion in a most effectual manner.
"Oh, for the Lord"s sake, cut it out! Wait till he"s dead, can"t you?"
she whispered fiercely. "You"ve got all the time in the world to talk, and he hasn"t more than ten minutes left to breathe unless that rube doctor gets here pretty soon. If you"ve GOT to settle the question right away, at least have the decency to go out of this room."
Barnes flushed to the roots of his hair. Jones was aghast, dumb with surprise and anger.
"You are right, Miss Thackeray," said the former, deeply mortified.
"This is not the time nor the place to----"
"He can"t understand a word we say," said Putnam Jones loudly. "You better get out of here yourself, young woman. This is a job for men, not--"
"I think he"s going now," she whispered in an awe-struck voice. "Keep still, all of you. Is he breathing, Mr. Barnes? That awful cough just now seemed to--"
"Come away, please," said Barnes, taking her gently by the arm. "I--I believe that was the end. Don"t stay here, Miss Thackeray. Dillingford, will you be good enough to escort Miss--"
"I"ve never seen any one die before," she said in a low, tense voice.
Her eyes were fixed on the still face. "Why--why, how tightly he holds my hand! I can"t get it away--he must be alive, Mr. Barnes. Where is that silly doctor?"
Barnes unclasped the rigid fingers of the man called Andrew Paul, and, shaking his head sadly, drew her away from the improvised bier. He and the shivering Mr. Dillingford conducted her to the dining-room, where a single kerosene lamp gave out a feeble, rather ghastly light. The tall Bacon followed, the upper part of his person enveloped in the blanket Putnam Jones had hastily s.n.a.t.c.hed from the mattress before it was slipped under the dying man. Several of the women of the house, including the wife of the landlord, clogged the little entrance hall, chattering in hushed undertones.
"Would you like a little brandy?" inquired Barnes, as she sat down limply in the chair he pulled out for her. "I have a flask upstairs in my--"
"I never touch it," she said. "I"m all right. My legs wabble a little but--Sit down, Mr. Barnes. I"ve got something to say to you and I"d better say it now, because it may come in pretty handy for you later on. Don"t let those women come in here, Dilly."
Barnes drew a chair close beside her. Bacon, with scant regard for elegance, seated himself on the edge of the table and bent an ear.
"It"s all rot about that man Roon being here to look for a place for his daughter." She spoke rapidly and cautiously. "I don"t know whether Jones knows, but that certainly wasn"t what he was here for. The young fellow in there was a sort of secretary. Roon had a room at the other end of the hall from yours, on the corner, facing the road and also looking toward the cross-roads. Young Paul had the next room, with a door between. I was supposed to make up their rooms after they"d gone out in the forenoon for a horseback ride. I kept out of their sight, because I knew they were the kind of men who would laugh at me. They couldn"t understand, and, of course, I couldn"t explain. Yesterday morning I found a sort of map on the floor under young Paul"s washstand. The wind had blown it off the table by the window and he hadn"t missed it. It was in lead pencil and looked like a map of the roads around here. I couldn"t read the notations, but it required only a glance to convince me that this place was the central point. All of the little mountain roads were there, and the cross-roads. There wasn"t anything queer about it, so I laid it on his table and put a book on it.
"This afternoon I walked up in the woods back of the Tavern to go over some lines in a new piece we are to do later on,--G.o.d knows when! I could see the house from where I was sitting. Roon"s windows were plainly visible. I wasn"t very far away, you see, the climb being too steep for me. I saw Roon standing at a window looking toward the cross-roads with a pair of field-gla.s.ses. Every once in awhile he would turn to Paul, who stood beside him with a notebook, and say something to him. Paul wrote it down. Then he would look again, turning the gla.s.ses this way and that. I wouldn"t have thought much about it if they hadn"t spent so much time there. I believe I watched them for an hour. Suddenly my eyes almost popped out of my head. Paul had gone away from the window. He came back and he had a couple of revolvers in his hands. They stood there for a few minutes carefully examining the weapons and reloading them with fresh cartridges. The storm was coming up, but I love it so that I waited almost until dark, watching the clouds and listening to the roar of the wind in the trees. I"m a queer girl in that way. I like turmoil. I could sit out in the most dreadful thunder storm and just revel in the crashes. Just as I was about to start down to the house--it was a little after six o"clock, and getting awfully dark and overcast,--Roon took up the gla.s.ses again. He seemed to be excited and called his companion. Paul grabbed the gla.s.ses and looked down the road. They both became very much excited, pointing and gesticulating, and taking turn about with the gla.s.ses."
"About six o"clock, you say?" said Barnes, greatly interested.
"It was a quarter after six when I got back to the house. I spoke to Mr. Bacon about what I"d seen and he said he believed they were German spies, up to some kind of mischief along the Canadian border. Everybody is a German spy nowadays, Mr. Barnes, if he looks cross-wise. Then about half an hour later you came to the Tavern. I saw Roon sneak out to the head of the stairs and listen to your conversation with Jones when you registered. That gave me an idea. It was you they were watching the road for. They saw you long before you got here, and it was--"
Barnes held up his hand for silence. "Listen," he said in a low voice, "I will tell you who they were looking for." As briefly as possible he recounted his experience with the strange young woman at the cross-roads. "From the beginning I have connected this tragedy with the place called Green Fancy. I"ll stake my last penny that they have been hanging around here waiting for the arrival of that young woman. They knew she was coming and they doubtless knew what she was bringing with her. They went to Green Fancy to-night with a very sinister purpose in mind, and things didn"t turn out as they expected. What do you know about the place called Green Fancy?"
He was vastly excited. His active imagination was creating all sorts of possibilities and complications, depredations and intrigues.
Bacon was the one who answered. He drew the blanket closer about his lean form and shivered as with a chill.
"I know this much about the place from hearsay," he said in a guttural whisper. "It"s supposed to be haunted. I"ve heard more than one of these jays,--big huskies too,--say they wouldn"t go near the place after dark for all the money in the state."
"That"s just talk to scare you, Ague," said Dillingford. "People live up there and since we"ve been here two or three men visitors have come down from the place to sample our stock of wet goods. Nothing suspicious looking or ghostly about them either. I talked with a couple of "em day before yesterday. They were out for a horseback ride and stopped here for a mug of ale."
"Were they foreigners?" inquired Barnes.
"If you want to call an Irishman a foreigner, I"ll have to say one of them was. He had a beautiful brogue. I"d never seen an Irishman in slick riding clothes, however, so I doubted my ears at first. You don"t a.s.sociate a plain Mick with anything so swell as that, you know. The other was an American, I"m sure. Yesterday they rode past here with a couple of swell looking women. I saw them turn up the road to Green Fancy, so that knocks your ghost story all to smash, Bacon."
"It isn"t MY ghost story," began Mr. Bacon indignantly. The arrival of four or five men, who stamped into the already crowded hallway from the porch outside, claimed the attention of the quartette. Among them was the doctor who, they were soon to discover, was also the coroner of the county. A very officious deputy sheriff was also in the group.
Before rejoining the crowd in the tap-room, Barnes advised his companions, especially the girl, to say as little as possible about what they had heard and seen.