He broke off, and was silent a moment. Pippin a.s.sured himself that it was all right; it hurt, and thank the Lord it did! How"d he feel if it didn"t?
"That night one of the neighbors was broke into, and money taken from his pants pocket. He woke up jest in time to see a man with a mask on gettin" out of the window. He up and run, but they was too quick for him--he see from the window there was two of "em--and though he hollered and fired his gun, they got off, and he couldn"t find hide nor hair of "em. Next mornin" the tramp was gone, and Myron with him, and I found--I found in Myron"s room some pieces of black cloth, and one of "em with eyeholes cut in it."
There was a long silence. The two sticks were beautifully smooth by this time; Pippin began polishing his thoughtfully on his coat sleeve.
Finally he shut his knife with a snap, and straightened his broad shoulders. The older man, looking up, met his eyes brimful of light and joy.
"Mr. Bailey," said Pippin, "the Lord is awful good to me! What did I tell you just now? That I couldn"t see but just one step ahead, wasn"t that it? Well, now I see two, and the second one is ahead of the other."
"I don"t--quite--" began Jacob doubtfully.
"Don"t you? Why do you s"pose the Lord put in your mind to tell me about this? Why, green gra.s.s! I got to find the boy as well"s the gal! That"s plain to see. Look! Where would them two go? They"d strike the nearest town, wouldn"t they, so"s they could lay up a bit, and spend their swag?
Well, what"s the nearest town? Kingdom, where I"m stayin" at present; Kingdom, where I"ll have to be a spell yet, till I find some one to take my place--Green gra.s.s! I believe--"
Silent again, but in great excitement, Pippin pocketed his knife and stick, pulled out his file, and ran it through and through his hair wildly.
"Mr. Bailey, sir," he cried at last, "the Lord is showin" me His hand, and it"s a dandy one. Don"t say a word; don"t ask me anything; but if you can trust me--if you _can_ trust me--why, I"m to be trusted, because the Lord has hired me for the job!"
CHAPTER VII
FLORA MAY
Soon after this, Pippin took the road, sober at first, walking slowly with bent head, thinking hard; but as the morning got into his blood it began to tingle, his eyes began to shine, and up went his head.
"Green gra.s.s!" he said. "That sure was a nice place, and nice folks.
Most of "em, I would say; Old Man Blossom is a mite yaller sure, but some of the others are white enough to make up for him. Mr. and Mis"
Bailey, now, I declare! They are as like as--as peas--to Pa and Ma, that I thought up to myself along back. How do, Pa? How be you, Ma? Don"t you go back on me! Gee! and think of that young feller goin" back on them two! If I was him--green gra.s.s! wouldn"t it have been great if I was! I tell you I"d make things hum to that nice place. I"d make them two forget I wasn"t their own son, and twins at that. And them old ladies!
Why, all they need is a little humorin". Real friendly they was to me!
And Mr. Brand! He is a peach, sure thing! I expect he could do more for me, blind, than I could for him, seein". But I"d be--call it a nevy--to him, if I had the chance. And that poor sweet pretty creatur, if I wouldn"t be a brother to her, send me back over There and put me in solitary! Try and learn her little things, try and make her eyes look a mite different. Not but they"ve tried, them good folks, but bein"
nearer her age, and she taken with my singin" and like that--why, an angel wouldn"t be no handsomer than what she would be if she had her mind. Take and learn her--"
Pippin stopped dead. Something was rustling in the bushes. The dream light faded from his face; he stiffened to attention like a pointer, his eyes fixed on the fringe of woods on his left. Something in there! A critter, or--?
The rustling grew nearer, louder; the bushes crackled, parted; a figure came out, timidly, eagerly, ran forward, fell down before him, seized his hand and looked up with dumb, imploring eyes. Flora May!
There are two men in every one of us. I used to think there were ten in Pippin, but for one instant all ten were paralyzed, looking helplessly into the blue eyes that burned into his; then one of them woke, the one who would have been a physician if Pippin had been reared in a home instead of a cellar.
He took the girl"s wrists, and, holding them firmly, raised her to her feet.
"Why, Miss Flora May!" he said cheerfully. "Don"t ever tell me this is you! Did you come all this way just to say good-by? Now, if that wasn"t pretty of you! I"m just as much obliged as I can be, young lady; and I"ll walk back a piece with you, I will so. This wood lot is a mite lonely, "pears to me."
The girl tried to fling herself down again, but he held her tight. "I wouldn"t do that!" His voice was kind, but he spoke with authority. "Get your nice clean dress all dirty! What would Mis" Bailey say? Why, she"ll be lookin" for you, I expect. She thought you was "tendin" to the hens, and all the time--what say?"
"Take me with you!" cried the girl. "I want you! I won"t go back. Take me with you!"
"Now what a way that is to talk! You wouldn"t leave Mr. and Mis" Bailey, good and kind as they be--"
"I want you!" wailed the girl, and again she would have flung herself down, had not those firm hands held her fast. "Take me with you! Sing to me! Love me! I belong to you!"
Pippin"s face had been full of perplexity, but now it lightened.
"Sing to you! Why, sure I will! There"s a song you"ll just admire to hear, Miss Flora May. We"ll walk along and I"ll sing as we go. No, I won"t let go both your hands; I"ll hold this one so--so we can keep step together. Now let"s step out lively!"
The girl drew back, her eyes narrowing.
"This isn"t the way you were going!" she said sullenly. "I won"t go back. I"m a big girl, and they treat me like I was a kid. I won"t go back! If you won"t take me, I"ll drown myself!"
"We"ll go along! "Along" isn"t "back," is it now? Along, you know: matches up with song, don"t you see? Green gra.s.s! see those pretty yaller flowers! They"re along, too, just a piece! Let"s we gather some, see if they"re sweet as they are pretty!"
Still holding her wrist in that firm grasp, rambling on about the flowers, he stooped to pluck them, and managed to turn back in the direction of Cyrus.
"Now we"ll come along!" he proclaimed. "Here"s a good clear stretch of road, and I"ll sing--you just listen!"
Never before, it seemed to Pippin, had he let his voice out to its full power. He felt it fly like a bird before him; it must reach all the way, it _must_!
"When I can read my t.i.tle clear To mansions in the skies,
("He"ll hear that sure! he"ll sense it in a minute, and know it"s all right!")
"I"ll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes!
"So we will, Miss Flora May, won"t we? You sing, too, that"s a dandy girl! Let her go, Gallagher!"
Two hundred yards away, a man was driving through the woods at top speed of his lumbering horse. Brows bent, lips compressed, deadly fear at his heart, he sat unseeing, silent, save when he urged the clumsy beast to still further effort. Fear at his heart, and anger, and bewilderment; but struggling with all these something that said dazedly over and over,
"I don"t believe it! He wasn"t that kind! I don"t believe it!"
Suddenly he checked the horse and threw up his head, listening. Through the trees, down the wood road, a voice came flying like a bird, ringing like a trumpet, crying like a great wind in his ears:
"I"ll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes!"
"Lord, forgive me!" cried Jacob Bailey. "Lord, have mercy on me, and never let him know!"
A glint of blue among the trees, the jingle of a little bell that hung beside the wheel; next moment they came in sight, Pippin first, chin in air, mouth open, singing as a bird sings, with every fibre of his being; the girl hanging back a little, held close by that strong hand, but singing, too, in a sweet, broken voice.
"Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall, May I but safely reach my home, My G.o.d, my heaven, my all!"
"Why, if here isn"t our Mr. Bailey, this minute of time!" cried Pippin.
"Why--why, Miss Flora May, he"s cryin"! Mr. Bailey, you sick, sir? Miss Flora May, you climb right in the wagon, and comfort him up pretty!"
"That was a close call!"
Pippin stood rubbing his head with his file, gazing after the retreating wagon. His cheek had blanched under the tan, and his breath came quick and short. Pippin had been frightened, a thing that had hardly happened since the days when fear was his yokefellow, day and night.