No one volunteered to accompany the constable.
"Take this revolver with you," continued the officer, "and if he attempts to escape, shoot him. Besides, you know the way to Welland, so I can"t send anybody in your place, even if I wanted to."
"Howard knows the way," persisted Stoliker. That young man spoke up with great indignation: "Yes, but Howard isn"t constable, and Stoliker is.
I"m not going."
Renmark went up to his friend.
"Who"s acting foolishly now, Yates?" he said. "Why don"t you insist on seeing the colonel? The chances are ten to one that you would be allowed off."
"Don"t make any mistake. The colonel will very likely be some fussy individual who magnifies his own importance, and who will send a squad of volunteers to escort me, and I want to avoid that. These officers always stick by each other; they"re bound to. I want to go alone with Stoliker. I have a score to settle with him."
"Now, don"t do anything rash. You"ve done nothing so far; but if you a.s.sault an officer of the law, that will be a different matter."
"Satan reproving sin. Who prevented you from hitting Stoliker a short time since?"
"Well, I was wrong then. You are wrong now."
"See here, Renny," whispered Yates; "you get back to the tent, and see that everything"s all right. I"ll be with you in an hour or so. Don"t look so frightened. I won"t hurt Stoliker. But I want to see this fight, and I won"t get there if the colonel sends an escort. I"m going to use Stoliker as a shield when the bullets begin flying."
The bugles sounded for the troops to fall in, and Stoliker very reluctantly attached one clasp of the handcuff around his own left wrist, while he snapped the other on the right wrist of Yates, who embarra.s.sed him with kindly a.s.sistance. The two manacled men disappeared down the road, while the volunteers rapidly fell in to continue their morning"s march.
Young Howard beckoned to the professor from his place in the ranks. "I say, professor, how did you happen to be down this way?"
"I have been camping out here for a week or more with Yates, who is an old schoolfellow of mine."
"What a shame to have him led off in that way! But he seemed to rather like the idea. Jolly fellow, I should say. How I wish I had known you were in this neighborhood. My folks live near here. They would only have been too glad to be of a.s.sistance to you."
"They have been of a.s.sistance to me, and exceedingly kind as well."
"What? You know them? All of them? Have you met Margaret?"
"Yes," said the professor slowly, but his glance fell as it encountered the eager eyes of the youth. It was evident that Margaret was the brother"s favorite.
"Fall back, there!" cried the officer to Renmark.
"May I march along with them? or can you give me a gun, and let me take part?"
"No," said the officer with some hauteur; "this is no place for civilians." Again the professor smiled as he reflected that the whole company, as far as martial experience went, were merely civilians dressed in uniform; but he became grave again when he remembered Yates"
ominous prediction regarding them.
"I say, Mr. Renmark," cried young Howard, as the company moved off, "if you see any of them, don"t tell them I"m here--especially Margaret. It might make them uneasy. I"ll get leave when this is over, and drop in on them."
The boy spoke with the hopeful confidence of youth, and had evidently no premonition of how his appointment would be kept. Renmark left the road, and struck across country in the direction of the tent.
Meanwhile, two men were tramping steadily along the dusty road toward Welland: the captor moody and silent, the prisoner talkative and entertaining--indeed, Yates" conversation often went beyond entertainment, and became, at times, instructive. He discussed the affairs of both countries, showed a way out of all political difficulties, gave reasons for the practical use of common sense in every emergency, pa.s.sed opinions on the methods of agriculture adopted in various parts of the country, told stories of the war, gave instances of men in captivity murdering those who were in charge of them, deduced from these anecdotes the foolishness of resisting lawful authority lawfully exercised, and, in general, showed that he was a man who respected power and the exercise thereof. Suddenly branching to more practical matters, he exclaimed:
"Say, Stoliker, how many taverns are there between here and Welland?"
Stoliker had never counted them.
"Well, that"s encouraging, anyhow. If there are so many that it requires an effort of the memory to enumerate them, we will likely have something to drink before long."
"I never drink while on duty," said Stoliker curtly.
"Oh, well, don"t apologize for it. Every man has his failings. I"ll be only too happy to give you some instructions. I have acquired the useful practice of being able to drink both on and off duty. Anything can be done, Stoliker, if you give your mind to it. I don"t believe in the word "can"t," either with or without the mark of elision."
Stoliker did not answer, and Yates yawned wearily.
"I wish you would hire a rig, constable. I"m tired of walking. I"ve been on my feet ever since three this morning."
"I have no authority to hire a buggy."
"But what do you do when a prisoner refuses to move?"
"I make him move," said Stoliker shortly.
"Ah, I see. That"s a good plan, and saves bills at the livery stable."
They came to a tempting bank by the roadside, when Yates cried:
"Let"s sit down and have a rest. I"m done out. The sun is hot, and the road dusty. You can let me have half an hour: the day"s young, yet."
"I"ll let you have fifteen minutes."
They sat down together. "I wish a team would come along," said Yates with a sigh.
"No chance of a team, with most of the horses in the neighborhood stolen, and the troops on the roads."
"That"s so," a.s.sented Yates sleepily.
He was evidently tired out, for his chin dropped on his breast, and his eyes closed. His breathing came soft and regular, and his body leaned toward the constable, who sat bolt upright. Yates" left arm fell across the knees of Stoliker, and he leaned more and more heavily against him.
The constable did not know whether he was shamming or not, but he took no risks. He kept his grasp firm on the b.u.t.t of the revolver. Yet, he reflected, Yates could surely not meditate an attempt on his weapon, for he had, a few minutes before, told him a story about a prisoner who escaped in exactly that way. Stoliker was suspicious of the good intentions of the man he had in charge; he was altogether too polite and good-natured; and, besides, the constable dumbly felt that the prisoner was a much cleverer man than he.
"Here, sit up," he said gruffly. "I"m not paid to carry you, you know."
"What"s that? What"s that? What"s that?" cried Yates rapidly, blinking his eyes and straightening up. "Oh, it"s only you, Stoliker. I thought it was my friend Renmark. Have I been asleep?"
"Either that or pretending--I don"t know which, and I don"t care."
"Oh! I must have been pretending," answered Yates drowsily; "I can"t have dropped asleep. How long have we been here?"
"About five minutes."
"All right." And Yates" head began to droop again.
This time the constable felt no doubt about it. No man could imitate sleep so well. Several times Yates nearly fell forward, and each time saved himself, with the usual luck of a sleeper or a drunkard.
Nevertheless, Stoliker never took his hand from his revolver. Suddenly, with a greater lurch than usual, Yates pitched head first down the bank, carrying the constable with him. The steel band of the handcuff nipped the wrist of Stoliker, who, with an oath and a cry of pain, instinctively grasped the links between with his right hand, to save his wrist. Like a cat, Yates was upon him, showing marvelous agility for a man who had just tumbled in a heap. The next instant he held aloft the revolver, crying triumphantly: