"Is dat straight, or a game you givin" me?"
"It"s der pest tip you efer had. I gif it to you pecause I pelief you are not so bad as der rest. Und pecause you gan visl "Der Freischutz" bezzer dan I myself gan. Don"t run against any more bolicemans aroundt der corners, but go away from town a few tays.
Good-pye."
So Madame Orleans had at last grown weary of the strange and ruffled brood that came yearly to nestle beneath her charitable pinions.
After the big policeman had departed, Whistling d.i.c.k stood for an irresolute minute, feeling all the outraged indignation of a delinquent tenant who is ordered to vacate his premises. He had pictured to himself a day of dreamful ease when he should have joined his pal; a day of lounging on the wharf, munching the bananas and cocoanuts scattered in unloading the fruit steamers; and then a feast along the free-lunch counters from which the easy-going owners were too good-natured or too generous to drive him away, and afterward a pipe in one of the little flowery parks and a snooze in some shady corner of the wharf. But here was a stern order to exile, and one that he knew must be obeyed. So, with a wary eye open for the gleam of bra.s.s b.u.t.tons, he began his retreat toward a rural refuge. A few days in the country need not necessarily prove disastrous. Beyond the possibility of a slight nip of frost, there was no formidable evil to be looked for.
However, it was with a depressed spirit that Whistling d.i.c.k pa.s.sed the old French market on his chosen route down the river. For safety"s sake he still presented to the world his portrayal of the part of the worthy artisan on his way to labour. A stall-keeper in the market, undeceived, hailed him by the generic name of his ilk, and "Jack" halted, taken by surprise. The vender, melted by this proof of his own acuteness, bestowed a foot of Frankfurter and half a loaf, and thus the problem of breakfast was solved.
When the streets, from topographical reasons, began to shun the river bank the exile mounted to the top of the levee, and on its well-trodden path pursued his way. The suburban eye regarded him with cold suspicion, individuals reflected the stern spirit of the city"s heartless edict. He missed the seclusion of the crowded town and the safety he could always find in the mult.i.tude.
At Chalmette, six miles upon his desultory way, there suddenly menaced him a vast and bewildering industry. A new port was being established; the dock was being built, compresses were going up; picks and shovels and barrows struck at him like serpents from every side. An arrogant foreman bore down upon him, estimating his muscles with the eye of a recruiting-sergeant. Brown men and black men all about him were toiling away. He fled in terror.
By noon he had reached the country of the plantations, the great, sad, silent levels bordering the mighty river. He overlooked fields of sugar-cane so vast that their farthest limits melted into the sky. The sugar-making season was well advanced, and the cutters were at work; the waggons creaked drearily after them; the Negro teamsters inspired the mules to greater speed with mellow and sonorous imprecations. Dark-green groves, blurred by the blue of distance, showed where the plantation-houses stood. The tall chimneys of the sugar-mills caught the eye miles distant, like lighthouses at sea.
At a certain point Whistling d.i.c.k"s unerring nose caught the scent of frying fish. Like a pointer to a quail, he made his way down the levee side straight to the camp of a credulous and ancient fisherman, whom he charmed with song and story, so that he dined like an admiral, and then like a philosopher annihilated the worst three hours of the day by a nap under the trees.
When he awoke and again continued his hegira, a frosty sparkle in the air had succeeded the drowsy warmth of the day, and as this portent of a chilly night translated itself to the brain of Sir Peregrine, he lengthened his stride and bethought him of shelter. He travelled a road that faithfully followed the convolutions of the levee, running along its base, but whither he knew not. Bushes and rank gra.s.s crowded it to the wheel ruts, and out of this ambuscade the pests of the lowlands swarmed after him, humming a keen, vicious soprano. And as the night grew nearer, although colder, the whine of the mosquitoes became a greedy, petulant snarl that shut out all other sounds. To his right, against the heavens, he saw a green light moving, and, accompanying it, the masts and funnels of a big incoming steamer, moving as upon a screen at a magic-lantern show.
And there were mysterious marshes at his left, out of which came queer gurgling cries and a choked croaking. The whistling vagrant struck up a merry warble to offset these melancholy influences, and it is likely that never before, since Pan himself jigged it on his reeds, had such sounds been heard in those depressing solitudes.
A distant clatter in the rear quickly developed into the swift beat of horses" hoofs, and Whistling d.i.c.k stepped aside into the dew-wet gra.s.s to clear the track. Turning his head, he saw approaching a fine team of stylish grays drawing a double surrey. A stout man with a white moustache occupied the front seat, giving all his attention to the rigid lines in his hands. Behind him sat a placid, middle-aged lady and a brilliant-looking girl hardly arrived at young ladyhood. The lap-robe had slipped partly from the knees of the gentleman driving, and Whistling d.i.c.k saw two stout canvas bags between his feet--bags such as, while loafing in cities, he had seen warily transferred between express waggons and bank doors. The remaining s.p.a.ce in the vehicle was filled with parcels of various sizes and shapes.
As the surrey swept even with the sidetracked tramp, the bright-eyed girl, seized by some merry, madcap impulse, leaned out toward him with a sweet, dazzling smile, and cried, "Mer-ry Christ-mas!" in a shrill, plaintive treble.
Such a thing had not often happened to Whistling d.i.c.k, and he felt handicapped in devising the correct response. But lacking time for reflection, he let his instinct decide, and s.n.a.t.c.hing off his battered derby, he rapidly extended it at arm"s length, and drew it back with a continuous motion, and shouted a loud, but ceremonious, "Ah, there!" after the flying surrey.
The sudden movement of the girl had caused one of the parcels to become unwrapped, and something limp and black fell from it into the road. The tramp picked it up, and found it to be a new black silk stocking, long and fine and slender. It crunched crisply, and yet with a luxurious softness, between his fingers.
"Ther bloomin" little skeezicks!" said Whistling d.i.c.k, with a broad grin bisecting his freckled face. "W"ot d" yer think of dat, now!
Mer-ry Chris-mus! Sounded like a cuckoo clock, da"ts what she did.
Dem guys is swells, too, bet yer life, an" der old "un stacks dem sacks of dough down under his trotters like dey was common as dried apples. Been shoppin" for Chrismus, and de kid"s lost one of her new socks w"ot she was goin" to hold up Santy wid. De bloomin" little skeezicks! Wit" her "Mer-ry Chris-mus!" W"ot d" yer t"ink! Same as to say, "h.e.l.lo, Jack, how goes it?" and as swell as Fift" Av"noo, and as easy as a blowout in Cincinnat."
Whistling d.i.c.k folded the stocking carefully, and stuffed it into his pocket.
It was nearly two hours later when he came upon signs of habitation.
The buildings of an extensive plantation were brought into view by a turn in the road. He easily selected the planter"s residence in a large square building with two wings, with numerous good-sized, well-lighted windows, and broad verandas running around its full extent. It was set upon a smooth lawn, which was faintly lit by the far-reaching rays of the lamps within. A n.o.ble grove surrounded it, and old-fashioned shrubbery grew thickly about the walks and fences.
The quarters of the hands and the mill buildings were situated at a distance in the rear.
The road was now enclosed on each side by a fence, and presently, as Whistling d.i.c.k drew nearer the house, he suddenly stopped and sniffed the air.
"If dere ain"t a hobo stew cookin" somewhere in dis immediate precinct," he said to himself, "me nose has quit tellin" de trut"."
Without hesitation he climbed the fence to windward. He found himself in an apparently disused lot, where piles of old bricks were stacked, and rejected, decaying lumber. In a corner he saw the faint glow of a fire that had become little more than a bed of living coals, and he thought he could see some dim human forms sitting or lying about it. He drew nearer, and by the light of a little blaze that suddenly flared up he saw plainly the fat figure of a ragged man in an old brown sweater and cap.
"Dat man," said Whistling d.i.c.k to himself softly, "is a dead ringer for Boston Harry. I"ll try him wit de high sign."
He whistled one or two bars of a rag-time melody, and the air was immediately taken up, and then quickly ended with a peculiar run.
The first whistler walked confidently up to the fire. The fat man looked up, and spake in a loud, asthmatic wheeze:
"Gents, the unexpected but welcome addition to our circle is Mr.
Whistling d.i.c.k, an old friend of mine for whom I fully vouches. The waiter will lay another cover at once. Mr. W. D. will join us at supper, during which function he will enlighten us in regard to the circ.u.mstances that gave us the pleasure of his company."
"Chewin" de stuffin" out "n de dictionary, as usual, Boston," said Whistling d.i.c.k; "but t"anks all de same for de invitashun. I guess I finds meself here about de same way as yous guys. A cop gimme de tip dis mornin". Yous workin" on dis farm?"
"A guest," said Boston, sternly, "shouldn"t never insult his entertainers until he"s filled up wid grub. "Tain"t good business sense. Workin"!--but I will restrain myself. We five--me, Deaf Pete, Blinky, Goggles, and Indiana Tom--got put on to this scheme of Noo Orleans to work visiting gentlemen upon her dirty streets, and we hit the road last evening just as the tender hues of twilight had flopped down upon the daisies and things. Blinky, pa.s.s the empty oyster-can at your left to the empty gentleman at your right."
For the next ten minutes the gang of roadsters paid their undivided attention to the supper. In an old five-gallon kerosene can they had cooked a stew of potatoes, meat, and onions, which they partook of from smaller cans they had found scattered about the vacant lot.
Whistling d.i.c.k had known Boston Harry of old, and knew him to be one of the shrewdest and most successful of his brotherhood. He looked like a prosperous stock-drover or solid merchant from some country village. He was stout and hale, with a ruddy, always smoothly shaven face. His clothes were strong and neat, and he gave special attention to his decent-appearing shoes. During the past ten years he had acquired a reputation for working a larger number of successfully managed confidence games than any of his acquaintances, and he had not a day"s work to be counted against him. It was rumoured among his a.s.sociates that he had saved a considerable amount of money. The four other men were fair specimens of the slinking, ill-clad, noisome genus who carried their labels of "suspicious" in plain view.
After the bottom of the large can had been sc.r.a.ped, and pipes lit at the coals, two of the men called Boston aside and spake with him lowly and mysteriously. He nodded decisively, and then said aloud to Whistling d.i.c.k:
"Listen, sonny, to some plain talky-talk. We five are on a lay. I"ve guaranteed you to be square, and you"re to come in on the profits equal with the boys, and you"ve got to help. Two hundred hands on this plantation are expecting to be paid a week"s wages to-morrow morning. To-morrow"s Christmas, and they want to lay off. Says the boss: "Work from five to nine in the morning to get a train load of sugar off, and I"ll pay every man cash down for the week and a day extra." They say: "Hooray for the boss! It goes." He drives to Noo Orleans to-day, and fetches back the cold dollars. Two thousand and seventy-four fifty is the amount. I got the figures from a man who talks too much, who got "em from the bookkeeper. The boss of this plantation thinks he"s going to pay this wealth to the hands. He"s got it down wrong; he"s going to pay it to us. It"s going to stay in the leisure cla.s.s, where it belongs. Now, half of this haul goes to me, and the other half the rest of you may divide. Why the difference? I represent the brains. It"s my scheme. Here"s the way we"re going to get it. There"s some company at supper in the house, but they"ll leave about nine. They"ve just happened in for an hour or so. If they don"t go pretty soon, we"ll work the scheme anyhow.
We want all night to get away good with the dollars. They"re heavy.
About nine o"clock Deaf Pete and Blinky"ll go down the road about a quarter beyond the house, and set fire to a big cane-field there that the cutters haven"t touched yet. The wind"s just right to have it roaring in two minutes. The alarm"ll be given, and every man Jack about the place will be down there in ten minutes, fighting fire.
That"ll leave the money sacks and the women alone in the house for us to handle. You"ve heard cane burn? Well, there"s mighty few women can screech loud enough to be heard above its crackling. The thing"s dead safe. The only danger is in being caught before we can get far enough away with the money. Now, if you--"
"Boston," interrupted Whistling d.i.c.k, rising to his feet, "T"anks for the grub yous fellers has given me, but I"ll be movin" on now."
"What do you mean?" asked Boston, also rising.
"W"y, you can count me outer dis deal. You oughter know that. I"m on de b.u.m all right enough, but dat other t"ing don"t go wit" me.
Burglary is no good. I"ll say good night and many t"anks fer--"
Whistling d.i.c.k had moved away a few steps as he spoke, but he stopped very suddenly. Boston had covered him with a short revolver of roomy calibre.
"Take your seat," said the tramp leader. "I"d feel mighty proud of myself if I let you go and spoil the game. You"ll stick right in this camp until we finish the job. The end of that brick pile is your limit. You go two inches beyond that, and I"ll have to shoot.
Better take it easy, now."
"It"s my way of doin"," said Whistling d.i.c.k. "Easy goes. You can depress de muzzle of dat twelve-incher, and run "er back on de trucks. I remains, as de newspapers says, "in yer midst.""
"All right," said Boston, lowering his piece, as the other returned and took his seat again on a projecting plank in a pile of timber.
"Don"t try to leave; that"s all. I wouldn"t miss this chance even if I had to shoot an old acquaintance to make it go. I don"t want to hurt anybody specially, but this thousand dollars I"m going to get will fix me for fair. I"m going to drop the road, and start a saloon in a little town I know about. I"m tired of being kicked around."
Boston Harry took from his pocket a cheap silver watch, and held it near the fire.
"It"s a quarter to nine," he said. "Pete, you and Blinky start. Go down the road past the house, and fire the cane in a dozen places.
Then strike for the levee, and come back on it, instead of the road, so you won"t meet anybody. By the time you get back the men will all be striking out for the fire, and we"ll break for the house and collar the dollars. Everybody cough up what matches he"s got."
The two surly tramps made a collection of all the matches in the party, Whistling d.i.c.k contributing his quota with propitiatory alacrity, and then they departed in the dim starlight in the direction of the road.
Of the three remaining vagrants, two, Goggles and Indiana Tom, reclined lazily upon convenient lumber and regarded Whistling d.i.c.k with undisguised disfavour. Boston, observing that the dissenting recruit was disposed to remain peaceably, relaxed a little of his vigilance. Whistling d.i.c.k arose presently and strolled leisurely up and down keeping carefully within the territory a.s.signed him.
"Dis planter chap," he said, pausing before Boston Harry, "w"ot makes yer t"ink he"s got de tin in de house wit" "im?"
"I"m advised of the facts in the case," said Boston. "He drove to Noo Orleans and got it, I say, to-day. Want to change your mind now and come in?"