Hoje and Mr. Eddy read them over they signed their names.
Then Aram Harnam bade us wait. He carried the papers back inside. What he did in there took time, and I watched part of it through the open door. He mixed stuff in a pot-I thought I smelled burning sulphur, and once something sweet and spicy, like what incense must smell like. There was other stuff.
He heated it so it smoked, then worked it with those furry hands. After while he fetched out what he"d made. It was a big rough candle, as big around as your wrist and as long as your arm to the elbow. Its wick looked like gray yarn, and the candle wax was dirty black.
"Light it at midnight," he said, "and carry it forward. It"ll go out at the place where you"ll find your wish.
Understand?"
We said we understood.
"Then good day to you all", said Aram Harnam.
n.o.body felt the need of sleep that night. At eleven o"clock by Mr. Hoje"s big silver turnip watch, we started out to cross the ridge to Black Pine Hollow. Clay went first, with a lantern. Reed Barnitt followed, with the candle. Then me, with my guitar slung on my back because I had a notion to carry it along, and a grubbing hoe in my hand. Then Mr. Hoje with a spade, and Mr. Eddy last of all with a crowbar. Sarah Ann watched us from the door, until we got out of her sight.
Not much of a trail led to Black Pine Hollow, for folks don"t go there much. Last night"s hoot owls were at it again, and once or twice we heard rattlings to right and left, like things keeping pace with us among the bushes. Down into the hollow we went, while a breeze blew down on us, chill for that time of year. I thought, but didn"t sing out loud:
In the pines, in the pines, Where the sun never shines, And I shiver when the wind blows cold . . . .
"Where"s this mine?" asked Reed Barnitt, "I can find it better than Clay," called Mr. Hoje. He pushed ahead and took the lantern. The light showed duller and duller, the deeper we went into the hollow; it showed a sort of dim brown, the way you"d think that moonless night was trying to smother it. Around us crowded the black pines the hollow was named after. For my own comfort I reached back and tweaked a silver guitar-string, and it rang so loud we all jumped.
"Now," said Mr. Hoje, after a long, long while, "I think this must be it."
He turned off among a thick bunch of the blackest-looking pines, and held the lantern high. Hidden there behind the trees rose a rock face like a wall, and in the rock was a hole the size of a door, but uneven.
Vines hung down around it, but they looked dead and burnt out. As we stood still and looked, there was a little timid foot-patter inside.
"Let"s pray that"s no rat," said Clay. "Rats in mines are plumb bad luck."
"Shoo," said his daddy, "let"s hope it"s nothing worse than just a rat."
Reed Barnitt shoved forward. "I"m going in," he said through his teeth, "and I sure enough don"t want to go in alone."
We went in together. Gentlemen, it was so black in that mine, you"d think a hunk of coal would show white. Maybe the lantern was smoking; it made just a pool of dim glow for us. Reed Barnitt struck a match on the seat of his pants and set it to the yarny wick of that five hundred dollar candle. It blazed up clean and strong, like the light Reed Barnitt had made in the middle of the star when it cast the spell. We saw where we were.
Seemed as if once there"d been a long hallway cut in the brown rock, but rocks had fallen down. They lay one on top of the other before us, shutting us away from the hall, so that we stood in a little s.p.a.ce not much bigger than Mr. Hoje"s front room. To either side the walls were of brown stone, marked by cutting tools-those Ancients had made their way through solid rock-and underfoot were pebbles. Some were quartz, like Mr. Hoje had said. Everything was quiet as the inside of a coffin the night before judgment.
"The flame"s pointing," Reed Barnitt called to us. It did point, like a burning finger, straight into the place.
He stepped toward those piled rocks, that made something like steps to go up, and we moved with him.
I don"t think anybody wanted to go over the rocks and beyond. The blackness there made you feel that not only n.o.body had ever been in there, but likewise n.o.body could ever go; the blackness would shove him back like a hand.
I moved behind Reed Barnitt with the others. The light of the candle shone past his blocky body and wide hat, making him look like something cut out of black cloth. Two-three steps, and he stopped, so quick we almost b.u.mped him. "The light flutters," he said.
It did flutter, and it didn"t point to the piled rocks, but to the wall at their right. When Reed Barnitt made a pace that way, it winked out. We all stood close together in the dim lantern light.
Reed Barnitt put his hand on the rock wall. It showed ghost white on the brown. His finger crawled along a seamy crack.
"Dig there," he said to us. By what light the lantern showed, I shoved the pick end of the grubbing hoe into the crack and gouged. Seemed to me the whole wall fought me, but I heaved hard and the crack widened. It made a heavy spiteful noise somewhere. Mr. Eddy drove in the point of his bar and pulled down.
"Come help me, Clay," he called. "Put your man on this."
The two pulled down with their long bodies, then together they pushed up. My heart jumped inside me, for a piece of rock the size of a table top was moving. I shoved on the hoe handle. Reed Barnitt grabbed the free edge of the moving piece, and we laid into it-then jumped back just in time.
The big loose chunk dropped like the lid of a box. Underneath was dark dirt. Mr. Eddy drove the bar point into it.
"Light that candle thing again," he asked Reed Barnitt. Reed Barnitt struck another match and tried.
"Won"t light," he said. "We"ve got our hand right on the treasure."
I reckoned that"s the moment we all believed we had it. So far we"d worried and bothered, but now we stopped, and just worked. Clay took the spade from Mr. Hoje, and I swung my hoe. He scooped out the dirt I loosened. We breathed hard, watching or working. Suddenly: "John," said Clay, "didn"t I hear that hoe-blade hit metal?"
I slammed it into the dirt again, hard as I could. Clay scooped out a big spadeful. Bright yellow glimmered up out of the dark dirt. Clay grabbed into it, and so did his daddy. I had my mouth open to yell, but Reed Barnitt yelled first.
"G.o.d in the bushes! Look up there!" We looked. Reed Barnitt had turned away from our work, and he pointed up those step-piled rocks. On the top rock of them stood something against the choking blackness.
It stood up the height of a man, that thing, but you couldn"t make sure of its shape. Because it was strung and swaddled over with webby rags. They stirred and fluttered around it like gray smoke. And it had a hand, and the hand held a skull, with white grinning teeth and eyes that shone.
"It"s an Ancient!" Reed Barnitt yelled, and the thing growled, deep and hungry and ugly.
Clay dropped his spade. I heard the clink and jangle of metal pieces on the floor pebbles. He gave back, and Mr. Hoje and Mr. Eddy gave back with him. I stood where I was, putting down my hoe.
Reed Barnitt was the only one that moved forward.
"Stay away from us," he sort of breathed out at the ragged-gray thing.
It just pushed out the skull at him, and the skull"s eye-lights blinked and glared. Reed Barnitt backed up.
"Let"s get out of here," he choked, "before that Ancient-"
He didn"t know we"d found the treasure, his eyes had been on whatever the thing was. He was for running, but I wasn"t.
In my mind I saw the peculiar things I"d faced before this. The Ugly Bird . . . One Other . . . Mr. Loden who might have lived three hundred years but for me . . . Forney Meechum whose dead ghost had fled from me. I"d even seen the Behinder that n.o.body"s ever reckoned to see, and I"d come back to tell of it. I wouldn"t run from that gray-raggedy thing that held a skull like a lantern.
I shrugged my guitar in front of me. My left hand grabbed its neck and my right spread on the silver strings, the silver that"s sure sudden death to witch-stuff. I dragged a chord of music from them, and it echoed in there like a whole houseful of guitar-men helping me. And I thought the thing up there above shuddered, and the skull it held wabbled from side to side, trying maybe to say no to me.
"You don"t like my music?" I said to it, and swept out another chord and got my foot on the bottom step-stone.
"John!" came Reed Barnitt"s sick voice. "Take care-"
"Let that thing take care!" I told him and moved up on the rocks.
The gray thing flung the skull at me. I dodged, and felt the wind of the skull as it sailed grinning past, and I heard it smash like a bottle on the floor behind me. For a moment that flinging hand stuck out of the gray rags.
I knew whose hand it was, black-furry like a spider.
"Aram Harnam!" I yelled out, and let my guitar fall to hang by its string, and I charged up those stairs of stones.
Reed Barnitt was after me as I got to the top.
"It"s a put-up show!" I was shouting, and grabbed my hands full of rags. Reed Barnitt clamped onto my arm and flung me down the step-stones so I almost fell flat on the floor. But rags had torn away in my grip, and you could see Aram Harnam"s face, all a thicket of hair and beard, with hooked nose and shining eyes.
"What"s up?" hooted out Mr. Eddy.
"Aram Harnam"s up!" I yelled to him and the others. "Sold us that candle-thing, then came here to scare us out!" I pointed. "And Reed Bamitt"s in it with him!"
Reed Barnitt, on the top stone beside Aram Harnam, turned around, his eyes big in his white face. I got my feet under me to charge back up at those two.
But then I stopped, the way you"d think roots had sprung from my toes into the rock. There were three up there, not two.
That third one looked at first glimpse like a big, big man wearing a fur coat; until you saw the fur was on his skin, with warty muscles bunching through. His head was more like a frog"s than anything else, wide in the mouth and big in the eye and no nose. He spread his arms and put them quiet-like round the shoulders of Reed Barnitt and Aram Harnam, and took hold with his hands that had both webs and claws.
The two men he touched screamed out like animals in a snap-trap. I sort of reckon they tried to pull free, but those two big s.h.a.ggy arms just hugged them close and hiked them off their feet. And what had come to fetch them, it fetched them away, all in a blink of time, back into that darkness no sensible soul would dare.
That"s when we four others up and ran like rabbits, dropping the lantern.
We got back to Mr. Hoje"s, and lighted a lamp there, and looked at those two handfuls of metal pieces Clay and Mr. Eddy had grabbed and never turned loose.
"I reckon they"re money," said Mr. Hoje, "but I never seen the like."
None of us had. They weren"t even round. just limpy-edged and flattened out. You could figure, how they"d been made, a lump of soft gold put between two jaws of a die and stamped out. The smallest was bigger and thicker than a four-bit piece. They had figures, like men with horned heads and snaky tails, and there were what might be letters or numbers, but nothing any of us could name in any language we"d ever heard tell of.
We put all those coins into an old salt-bag, and sat up the rest of the night, not talking much but pure down glad of each other"s company. We had breakfast together, cooked by Sarah Ann, who had the good sense not to question. And after that, came up a young man who was sheriff"s deputy.
"Gentlemen," he said to us, "has ary one of you seen a fellow with a white face and a broad build?"
"What"s up with such a one?" asked Mr. Hoje.
"Why, Mr. Hoje," said the sherffs deputy, "they want him bad at the state prison. He was a show-fellow, doing play-magic tricks, but he took to swindling folks and got in jail and then got out again, and the law"s after him."
"We"ve seen such a man," allowed Mr. Eddy, "but he"s gone from here now,"
When we were left alone again, we told each other we could see how it was. Reed Barnitt did his false magic tricks, like setting the light on the star and making words show on the white paper by heating it.
And he"d planned it with Aram Harnam to furnish us that black candle, to get hold of the property of Mr.
Hoje and Mr. Eddy-scaring them afterward, so bad they"d never dare look again, and forfeit their home places.
Only: Therewas treasure there, the way those two swindlers never guessed. And there was something left to watch and see it wasn"t robbed away.
I don"t call to mind which of us said that all we could do was take back the gold pieces, because such things could never do anybody good. We went back that noon to Black Pine Hollow, where the sun sure enough didn"t shine. We shivered without ary wind blowing.
Inside the mine-mouth, we picked up the lantern and lighted it. Clay had the nerve to pick up the broken skull Aram Harnam had flung, and we saw why the eyes had shone-pieces of tin in them. We found our spade and hoe. Into the hole we flung the gold pieces, on top of what seemed a heap more lying there.
Then we put back the dirt, tamped it down hard, and we all heaved and sweated till we put the piece of rock in place again.
"There, the Ancients got their treasure back," said Mr. Hoje, breathing hard.
Then, noise up on those stepstones. I held up the lantern.
Huddled and bent they stood up there, Reed Barnitt and Aram Harnam.
They sort of leaned together, like tired horses in plow harness, not quite touching shoulders. Their hands-Reed Barnitt"s white ones, Aram Harnam"s s.h.a.ggy ones-hung with the fingers bent and limp.
They looked down at us with tired eyes and mouths drooped open, the way you"d think they had some hope about us, but not much.
"Look," said Clay, just behind my neck. "We gave back the gold. They"re giving back those two that they dragged away last night."
But they looked as if they"d been gone more than a night.
The hair on Reed Barnitt"s hatless head was as white as his face. And Aram Harnam"s beard, and the fur on his hands-black no more, but a dirty, steamy gray. Maybe it had changed from fear, the way folks say can happen. Or maybe there"d been time for it to change, where they were.
"Go fetch them, John," Mr. Hoje asked me. "And we"ll get a doctor for them when we get them to my house."
I started up over the stones with the lantern.
Their eyes picked up the lantern light and shone green, like the eyes of dogs. One of them, I don"t know which, made a little whimpering cry with no words in it. They ran from me into the dark, and I saw their backs, bent more than I"d thought possible.
I ran up to the top stone, holding out the lantern.
As I watched they sort of fell forward and ran on hands and feet. Like animals. Not quite sure of how to run that way on all fours; but something told me, mighty positive, that they"d learn better as time went by.
I backed down again, without watching any more.
"They won"t come out," I said.
Mr. Hoje spit on the pebbles. "From what I saw, maybe it"s just as well. They can live in there with the Ancients."
"Live?" repeated Clay. "The Ancients are dead. Way I figure, what"s in there isn"t Ancients-just something Ancients left behind. I don"t want any part of it."
From Black Pine Hollow we went to Aram Harnam"s empty shanty and there we found the papers he"d tricked Mr. Hoje and Mr. Eddy into signing, and we burned them up. On the way back, the two old men made it up between themselves to spare Clay and Sarah Ann a few acres from both places. As to the cabin, neighbors would be proud to help build it.
"One thing wonders me," said Clay. "John, you didn"t have any notion night before last of singing about the girl with golden slippers?"
"Not till I struck the strings and piped up," I told him.
"Then how did Reed Barnitt just happen to take them from under his coat for Sarah Ann?" Clay asked us. "Stage-show magician or not, how did he just happen to do that?"
None of us could guess.