"How"s that, umpire? Out, I expect."
The constable, with set teeth, still rubbed his wounded wrist, realizing the helplessness of a struggle.
"Now, Stoliker," said Yates, pointing the pistol at him, "what have you to say before I fire?"
"Nothing," answered the constable, "except that you will be hanged at Welland, instead of staying a few days in jail."
Yates laughed. "That"s not bad, Stoliker; and I really believe there"s some grit in you, if you _are_ a man-catcher. Still, you were not in very much danger, as perhaps you knew. Now, if you should want this pistol again, just watch where it alights." And Yates, taking the weapon by the muzzle, tossed it as far as he could into the field.
Stoliker watched its flight intently, then, putting his hand into his pocket, he took out some small object and flung it as nearly as he could to the spot where the revolver fell.
"Is that how you mark the place?" asked Yates; "or is it some spell that will enable you to find the pistol?"
"Neither," answered the constable quietly. "It is the key of the handcuffs. The duplicate is at Welland."
Yates whistled a prolonged note, and looked with admiration at the little man. He saw the hopelessness of the situation. If he attempted to search for the key in the long gra.s.s, the chances were ten to one that Stoliker would stumble on the pistol before Yates found the key, in which case the reporter would be once more at the mercy of the law.
"Stoliker, you"re evidently fonder of my company than I am of yours.
That wasn"t a bad strategic move on your part, but it may cause you some personal inconvenience before I get these handcuffs filed off. I"m not going to Welland this trip, as you may be disappointed to learn. I have gone with you as far as I intend to. You will now come with me."
"I shall not move," replied the constable firmly.
"Very well, stay there," said Yates, twisting his hand around so as to grasp the chain that joined the cuffs. Getting a firm grip, he walked up the road, down which they had tramped a few minutes before. Stoliker set his teeth and tried to hold his ground, but was forced to follow.
Nothing was said by either until several hundred yards were thus traversed. Then Yates stopped.
"Having now demonstrated to you the fact that you must accompany me, I hope you will show yourself a sensible man, Stoliker, and come with me quietly. It will be less exhausting for both of us, and all the same in the end. You can do nothing until you get help. I am going to see the fight, which I feel sure will be a brief one, so I don"t want to lose any more time in getting back. In order to avoid meeting people, and having me explain to them that you are my prisoner, I propose we go through the fields."
One difference between a fool and a wise man is that the wise man always accepts the inevitable. The constable was wise. The two crossed the rail fence into the fields, and walked along peaceably together--Stoliker silent, as usual, with the grim confidence of a man who is certain of ultimate success, who has the nation behind him, with all its machinery working in his favor; Yates talkative, argumentative, and instructive by turns, occasionally breaking forth into song when the unresponsiveness of the other rendered conversation difficult.
"Stoliker, how supremely lovely and quiet and restful are the silent, scented, spreading fields! How soothing to a spirit tired of the city"s din is this solitude, broken only by the singing of the birds and the drowsy droning of the bee, erroneously termed "b.u.mble"! The green fields, the shady trees, the sweet freshness of the summer air, untainted by city smoke, and over all the eternal serenity of the blue unclouded sky--how can human spite and human pa.s.sion exist in such a paradise? Does it all not make you feel as if you were an innocent child again, with motives pure and conscience white?"
If Stoliker felt like an innocent child, he did not look it. With clouded brow he eagerly scanned the empty fields, hoping for help.
But, although the constable made no reply, there was an answer that electrified Yates, and put all thought of the beauty of the country out of his mind. The dull report of a musket, far in front of them, suddenly broke the silence, followed by several scattering shots, and then the roar of a volley. This was sharply answered by the ring of rifles to the right. With an oath, Yates broke into a run.
"They"re at it!" he cried, "and all on account of your confounded obstinacy I shall miss the whole show. The Fenians have opened fire, and the Canadians have not been long in replying."
The din of the firing now became incessant. The veteran in Yates was aroused. He was like an old war horse who again feels the intoxicating smell of battle smoke. The lunacy of gunpower shone in his gleaming eye.
"Come on, you loitering idiot!" he cried to the constable, who had difficulty in keeping pace with him; "come on, or, by the G.o.ds! I"ll break your wrist across a fence rail and tear this brutal iron from it."
The savage face of the prisoner was transformed with the pa.s.sion of war, and, for the first time that day, Stoliker quailed before the insane glare of his eyes. But if he was afraid, he did not show his fear to Yates.
"Come on, _you_!" he shouted, springing ahead, and giving a twist to the handcuffs well known to those who have to deal with refractory criminals. "I am as eager to see the fight as you are."
The sharp pain brought Yates to his senses again. He laughed, and said: "That"s the ticket, I"m with you. Perhaps you would not be in such a hurry if you knew that I am going into the thick the fight, and intend to use you as a shield from the bullets."
"That"s all right," answered the little constable, panting. "Two sides are firing. I"ll shield you on one side, and you"ll have to shield me on the other."
Again Yates laughed, and they ran silently together. Avoiding the houses, they came out at the Ridge Road. The smoke rolled up above the trees, showing where the battle was going on some distance beyond. Yates made the constable cross the fence and the road, and take to the fields again, bringing him around behind Bartlett"s house and barn. No one was visible near the house except Kitty Bartlett, who stood at the back watching, with pale and anxious face, the rolling smoke, now and then covering her ears with her hands as the sound of an extra loud volley a.s.sailed them. Stoliker lifted up his voice and shouted for help.
"If you do that again," cried Yates, clutching him by the throat, "I"ll choke you!"
But he did not need to do it again. The girl heard the cry, turned with a frightened look, and was about to fly into the house when she recognized the two. Then she came toward them. Yates took his hand away from the constable"s throat.
"Where is your father or your brother?" demanded the constable.
"I don"t know."
"Where is your mother?"
"She is over with Mrs. Howard, who is ill."
"Are you all alone?"
"Yes."
"Then I command you, in the name of the Queen, to give no a.s.sistance to this prisoner, but to do as I tell you."
"And I command you, in the name of the President," cried Yates, "to keep your mouth shut, and not to address a lady like that. Kitty," he continued in a milder tone, "could you tell me where to get a file, so that I may cut these wrist ornaments? Don"t you get it. You are to do nothing. Just indicate where the file is. The law mustn"t have any hold on you, as it seems to have on me."
"Why don"t you make him unlock them?" asked Kitty.
"Because the villain threw away the key in the fields."
"He couldn"t have done that."
The constable caught his breath.
"But he did. I saw him."
"And I saw him unlock them at breakfast. The key was on the end of his watch chain. He hasn"t thrown that away."
She made a move to take out his watch chain but Yates stopped her.
"Don"t touch him. I"m playing a lone hand here." He jerked out the chain, and the real key dangled from it.
"Well, Stoliker," he said, "I don"t know which to admire most--your cleverness and pluck, my stupidity, or Miss Bartlett"s acuteness of observation. Can we get into the barn, Kitty?"
"Yes; but you mustn"t hurt him."
"No fear. I think too much of him. Don"t you come in. I"ll be out in a moment, like the medium from a spiritualistic dark cabinet."
Entering the barn, Yates forced the constable up against the square oaken post which was part of the framework of the building, and which formed one side of the perpendicular ladder that led to the top of the hay mow.
"Now, Stoliker," he, said solemnly, "you realize, of course, that I don"t want to hurt you yet you also realize that I _must_ hurt you if you attempt any tricks. I can"t take any risks, please remember that; and recollect that, by the time you are free again, I shall be in the State of New York. So don"t compel me to smash your head against this post." He, with some trouble, unlocked the clasp on his own wrist; then, drawing Stoliker"s right hand around the post, he snapped the same clasp on the constable"s. .h.i.therto free wrist. The unfortunate man, with his cheek against the oak, was in the comical position of lovingly embracing the post.
"I"ll get you a chair from the kitchen, so that you will be more comfortable--unless, like Samson, you can pull down the supports. Then I must bid you good-by."
Yates went out to the girl, who was waiting for him.