"By howlin" like a wolf. Do you want "em?"
"Yes. Will twenty dollars pay the way?"
"We"ll whip the governor of the state for that much."
Sawyer unfolded his plan. The boys were to be in front of old Jasper"s house at midnight.
"Don"t let n.o.body take a gun with him," said Steve. "If you do there mout be serious trouble. And there won"t be no need of it, as you say everything will be fixed. I know what I"m talkin" about. Give one of them boys a pop and he"ll use it whether occasion warrants or not. I know "em."
"Well, they needn"t put themselves to the trouble of firing off a gun to scare that chap. He ain"t one of the sort that scares," Sawyer was gracious enough to admit. "He don"t tote a pistol and I"ll manage to slip into his room and see if he has one there, and if he has, I"ll hook it. I have also hatched out a plan to get the women folks away.
I"ve got my mother, and of course she knows nothing about the affair, to send a message by me asking them to come over to our house. If I can get the old man to go, too, so much the better. But he don"t care to go out much at night, and I reckon my only course will be to get him drunk."
"Say," said Bob, "you "lowed your man wa"n"t easy to skeer, and if that"s the case, what"s the use of takin" him a mile or two to the woods? Men that don"t skeer don"t holler. Why not put it to him right then and there, out in the yard, over a barrel?"
Before Sawyer could reply, the philosophic mind of Steve saw the practical sense of his brother"s suggestion. "I reckon he"s got the right idee, Mr. Sawyer. He"s done so much of this sort of work lately that now it comes to him somewhat in the natur" of a trade. You can tell him a good deal about mules that I reckon he don"t know, but he knows the fine p"ints in men like a hungry feller knows the fine p"ints of a fried chicken. Better let him have his way."
"I am more than willing," said Sawyer. "The sooner it"s over with the better it will suit me. It"s results I"m after. There"s a rain-water barrel at the corner of the house," he went on, reflectively. "We can pour the water out and roll the barrel around where we"ll have plenty of room. Do you think he"ll be willing to go away, Bob?"
Bob stood leaning back, with his elbows on the vise bench. "Well," he drawled, "an examination of the books of my firm will show that none ain"t never failed yet. I have know"d them to argy and object, but I"ll jest tell you that a hickory sprout laid on right, can soon make a man lose sight of the p"int in his own discussion. Why, when we get through with a man, and tell him what we want him to do, he thanks us, as if we had given him the opportunity of his life."
"All right," Sawyer laughed, getting up. "Be there on time is all I ask."
CHAPTER XIX.
A RESTLESS NIGHT.
The air was damp. At evening a heavy mist came with the soft June wind, and the night was dark. McElwin had gone over to the town after supper, something he rarely did alone, having the rich man"s dread of a dark street; but he soon returned and paced nervously up and down the room. And more than once he muttered, shaking his head: "I can"t help it; I tried to prevent it, but couldn"t." He told his wife that he was worried over a piece of business, and as business was the awe-inspiring word of the household, she stood aloof from him, in nervous sympathy with his worry; and the negro servants spoke in whispers. From her walk her daughter had returned in a solemn state of mind. Her manner, which had been growing gentler, was now touched with a winsome melancholy, and her eyes appeared to be larger and dreamier.
Of late an old minister, who for nearly half a century had worn a tinkling bell in the midst of a devoted flock, had called frequently to talk to her, and in her smile the old man saw the spirit of religion, though not of one creed, but the heart"s religion of the past, of the present, of Eternity.
Mrs. McElwin went up to Eva"s room, leaving her husband to continue his troubled walk. The girl was sitting at the window. "Come in," she said.
"I"m worried about your father," said Mrs. McElwin, sitting down with a sigh. "Have you said anything to annoy him?"
"No, nothing that I can remember."
"Well, something has happened. Have you seen--seen Mr. Lyman since the evening of the picnic? You told me that you saw him then, but you haven"t told me of seeing him since. And I don"t dare tell your father."
"No, for you promised me that you wouldn"t."
"But have you kept your promise to me? You told me you would tell me if you met him again."
"Yes, and I will keep my word. I met him today, over by the creek, and we sat down under a tree and talked. And, oh, his voice almost made me sob as I sat there, listening to him."
"Eva," said her mother.
"I can"t help it. His life has been so hard, and yet it has made him so considerate and so gentle. Mother, why haven"t I met such a man among our friends--why didn"t I see one in my travels?"
"My daughter, can"t you understand the strange interest you take in him? Have you considered the circ.u.mstances--"
"I have considered everything, and it would have been the same no matter where we might have met. Mother," she said, turning with a smile, more than sad in the dim light, "do you know that old log cabin over on the hill where the pension woman used to live? Yes, for we could see it from here in daylight. I pa.s.sed there today, coming home, and I stopped and gazed at the wretched place, and suddenly there came a thought that almost took my breath away. I thought that with him--"
she leaned over and took her mother"s hand--"that with him I could live there and bless G.o.d for my happiness."
"My darling child, you must not think that--you couldn"t think that."
"But I did, and though the world seemed further away, heaven was closer. I ought to have been a poor man"s daughter, mother, for love is all there is to live for."
They put their arms about each other. "It would break your father"s heart," the mother said, her tears falling. "It would crush him to the earth."
"I know it, and my heart may be crushed, instead of his. But that pet.i.tion must not be signed."
"Let us wait, my child. Don"t say anything. Don"t--"
They heard McElwin calling from the foot of the stairs. "Lucy, Lucy, I think I"ll have to go down town again."
"Wait a moment," his wife cried, hastening out, Eva following her. He turned back before they reached the foot of the stairs, and had resumed his anxious walk when they entered the parlor.
"Why, what can you be thinking about, James?" his wife asked.
"Thinking about going down town. I must go."
"Not tonight? Why, it"s going to rain."
"Doesn"t make any difference if it rains bearded pitchforks, I must go."
His wife took him by the arm: "James, you are keeping something from me--something has happened."
"No, nothing has happened. A friend of mine has a project on foot. I am interested in it, and I want to advise him not to go ahead with it."
"But he couldn"t go ahead with it tonight," Eva spoke up.
"Yes he can. You don"t know how rash he is; he"s got no head at all when it comes to such matters. Let me get my umbrella."
"James," said his wife, looking into his eyes, "don"t deceive us, tell us what it is."
"What noise was that?" he cried, leaning toward the window. "I heard something. Gracious!" he exclaimed, as the doorbell rang.
Mr. Menifee, the old minister, was shown in. "Ah, good evening,"
McElwin cried, starting toward him, but then remembering his dignity he said: "You are always welcome. Sit down."
The old gentleman bowed to the ladies and took the easy chair which the banker shoved toward him. McElwin turned to the window and stood there, looking out, listening, with no ear for the solicitous common-places concerning the health of his household, indulged by the old gentleman. He glanced at the clock on the mantel, and was surprised to find that the hour was no later. He turned to the preacher.
"You can do me a service, Mr. Menifee; you can quiet the fears of my wife and daughter while I go down town. I have a most important matter of business on hand but they don"t want me to go. Why," he added, with a dry laugh, "what is it to go down town at half past nine?"
"What, is it that late?" the old gentleman spoke up. "Why, I am getting to be a late prowler. But if you have an important matter to attend to, surely you ought to do it."