"But I"ve been to walk since. I feel better now."
"Oh, ye do!"
"Oh, yes. I had a splendid walk. I went "way up in the woods on the hill there. I was singing all the time--inside, you know. I was so glad Mrs. Holly--wanted me. You know what it is, when you sing inside."
Perry Larson scratched his head.
"Well, no, sonny, I can"t really say I do," he retorted. "I ain"t much on singin"."
"Oh, but I don"t mean aloud. I mean inside. When you"re happy, you know."
"When I"m--oh!" The man stopped and stared, his mouth falling open.
Suddenly his face changed, and he grinned appreciatively. "Well, if you ain"t the beat "em, boy! "T is kinder like singin"--the way ye feel inside, when yer "specially happy, ain"t it? But I never thought of it before."
"Oh, yes. Why, that"s where I get my songs--inside of me, you know--that I play on my violin. And I made a crow sing, too. Only HE sang outside."
"SING--A CROW!" scoffed the man. "Shucks! It"ll take more "n you ter make me think a crow can sing, my lad."
"But they do, when they"re happy," maintained the boy. "Anyhow, it doesn"t sound the same as it does when they"re cross, or plagued over something. You ought to have heard this one to-day. He sang. He was so glad to get away. I let him loose, you see."
"You mean, you CAUGHT a crow up there in them woods?" The man"s voice was skeptical.
"Oh, no, I didn"t catch it. But somebody had, and tied him up. And he was so unhappy!"
"A crow tied up in the woods!"
"Oh, I didn"t find THAT in the woods. It was before I went up the hill at all."
"A crow tied up--Look a-here, boy, what are you talkin" about? Where was that crow?" Perry Larson"s whole self had become suddenly alert.
"In the field "Way over there. And somebody--"
"The cornfield! Jingo! Boy, you don"t mean you touched THAT crow?"
"Well, he wouldn"t let me TOUCH him," half-apologized David. "He was so afraid, you see. Why, I had to put my blouse over his head before he"d let me cut him loose at all."
"Cut him loose!" Perry Larson sprang to his feet. "You did n"t--you DIDn"t let that crow go!"
David shrank back.
"Why, yes; he WANTED to go. He--" But the man before him had fallen back despairingly to his old position.
"Well, sir, you"ve done it now. What the boss"ll say, I don"t know; but I know what I"d like ter say to ye. I was a whole week, off an" on, gettin" hold of that crow, an" I wouldn"t have got him at all if I hadn"t hid half the night an" all the mornin" in that clump o" bushes, watchin" a chance ter wing him, jest enough an" not too much. An" even then the job wa"n"t done. Let me tell yer, "t wa"n"t no small thing ter get him hitched. I"m wearin" the marks of the rascal"s beak yet. An"
now you"ve gone an" let him go--just like that," he finished, snapping his fingers angrily.
In David"s face there was no contrition. There was only incredulous horror.
"You mean, YOU tied him there, on purpose?"
"Sure I did!"
"But he didn"t like it. Couldn"t you see he didn"t like it?" cried David.
"Like it! What if he didn"t? I didn"t like ter have my corn pulled up, either. See here, sonny, you no need ter look at me in that tone o"
voice. I didn"t hurt the varmint none ter speak of--ye see he could fly, didn"t ye?--an" he wa"n"t starvin". I saw to it that he had enough ter eat an" a dish o" water handy. An" if he didn"t flop an" pull an"
try ter get away he needn"t "a" hurt hisself never. I ain"t ter blame for what pullin" he done."
"But wouldn"t you pull if you had two big wings that could carry you to the top of that big tree there, and away up, up in the sky, where you could talk to the stars?--wouldn"t you pull if somebody a hundred times bigger"n you came along and tied your leg to that post there?"
The man, Perry, flushed an angry red.
"See here, sonny, I wa"n"t askin" you ter do no preachin". What I did ain"t no more"n any man "round here does--if he"s smart enough ter catch one. Rigged-up broomsticks ain"t in it with a live bird when it comes ter drivin" away them pesky, thievin" crows. There ain"t a farmer "round here that hain"t been green with envy, ever since I caught the critter. An" now ter have you come along an" with one flip o"yer knife spile it all, I--Well, it jest makes me mad, clean through! That"s all."
"You mean, you tied him there to frighten away the other crows?"
"Sure! There ain"t nothin" like it."
"Oh, I"m so sorry!"
"Well, you"d better be. But that won"t bring back my crow!"
David"s face brightened.
"No, that"s so, isn"t it? I"m glad of that. I was thinking of the crows, you see. I"m so sorry for them! Only think how we"d hate to be tied like that--" But Perry Larson, with a stare and an indignant snort, had got to his feet, and was rapidly walking toward the house.
Very plainly, that evening, David was in disgrace, and it took all of Mrs. Holly"s tact and patience, and some private pleading, to keep a general explosion from wrecking all chances of his staying longer at the farmhouse. Even as it was, David was sorrowfully aware that he was proving to be a great disappointment so soon, and his violin playing that evening carried a moaning plaintiveness that would have been very significant to one who knew David well.
Very faithfully, the next day, the boy tried to carry out all the "dos," and though he did not always succeed, yet his efforts were so obvious, that even the indignant owner of the liberated crow was somewhat mollified; and again Simeon Holly released David from work at four o"clock.
Alas, for David"s peace of mind, however; for on his walk to-day, though he found no captive crow to demand his sympathy, he found something else quite as heartrending, and as incomprehensible.
It was on the edge of the woods that he came upon two boys, each carrying a rifle, a dead squirrel, and a dead rabbit. The threatened rain of the day before had not materialized, and David had his violin.
He had been playing softly when he came upon the boys where the path entered the woods.
"Oh!" At sight of the boys and their burden David gave an involuntary cry, and stopped playing.
The boys, scarcely less surprised at sight of David and his violin, paused and stared frankly.
"It"s the tramp kid with his fiddle," whispered one to the other huskily.
David, his grieved eyes on the motionless little bodies in the boys"
hands, shuddered.
"Are they--dead, too?"
The bigger boy nodded self-importantly.
"Sure. We just shot "em--the squirrels. Ben here trapped the rabbits."