He was thinking of these things as he drew near the store. Behind him lumbered a large wagon, drawn by two horses. Tom Dunker, big and burly, held the reins, and as he caught sight of the little boy ahead, a scowl overspread his heavy face. Sammie had given his version of the fight in which Rod was entirely in the wrong. This his parents believed, and, accordingly, were very angry. So as Tom now beheld Rod, he thought it would be a smart thing to give him a great scare.
Rod was walking at one side of the road, and just as the horses" heads were abreast of him, Tom drew them sharply to the left, at the same time yelling at the boy to get out of the way.
Taken by surprise, Rod sprang into the ditch for safety, dropping his basket in his fright, which rolled beneath the horses" feet. This so startled the nervous animals that they leaped quickly forward, and swerved to the right, thus bringing the hind wheel of the wagon against the sharp ends of a pile of cordwood near the road. There was a crash as two of the spokes were ripped from the hub by the impact, while the wood came tumbling down into the road.
With much difficulty Tom checked the horses, and then wild with rage, he turned upon the innocent lad, charging him with having frightened his team.
"I didn"t," Rod st.u.r.dily replied, coming close to the wagon, his eyes flaming with indignation. "You tried to drive over me, that"s what you did."
"How dare ye answer me!" Tom cried, white with wrath. "Ye young villain, ye"re nothin" but a pauper, an" should be in the Poor House, instead of livin" with decent people. Ye don"t know who yer father an"
mother are, do ye? An" no one else does, fer that matter. Ye wouldn"t own "em if ye did."
Rod stood for an instant as if turned to stone. The flush left his cheeks, and his face grew very white. Then his small brown hands clenched hard, and he took a step closer to the wagon.
"You lie!" he shouted. "How dare you say that!"
With a roar Tom clutched the handle of his whip, and the lash suddenly cut the air with a swish. It circled Rod"s shoulders, sharply flicking his face, leaving a crimson streak upon the white left cheek.
The lash had scarcely fallen ere a big form hurled itself from the store platform, and bounded along the road. It was Captain Josh who had been an interested spectator of all that had taken place. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, and the heavy stick in his right hand struck the ground harder than usual as he strode up to the wagon.
"Ye coward!" he roared, coming between Rod and the irate teamster.
"How dare ye strike a little lad like that!"
"He scared me horses on purpose, an" then sa.s.sed me," was the surly answer.
"None of yer lyin", Tom Dunker," said the captain laid his left hand upon the top of the side-board, and shook it vehemently. "I saw the whole affair, and don"t ye try any of yer lies on me."
"What business is it of yourn, anyway, Josh Britt? It ain"t your funeral, is it? You git out of this, an" leave me alone!"
"Not my funeral, eh? It might have been one fer the lad here, though, if you had yer way. I saw ye pull yer horses over to scare him, and when he spoke up to ye like a man, ye slashed him with yer whip. He didn"t sa.s.s ye, not a bit of it."
"Well, you"ll git the same, then, ye old fool," and once more Tom raised his whip to strike.
He was not dealing with a boy now, however, but with the strongest man in Hillcrest. Tom knew this, but in his rage he had thrown reason to the wind. With lightning rapidity Captain Josh reached up, caught Tom by the arm, and in a twinkling brought him sprawling upon the side of the road. With an ugly oath, the teamster tried to regain his feet, but he was helpless in the grip of the captain"s powerful arm. He writhed and cursed, but all in vain, and at length was forced to give up the struggle, and sat panting upon the road completely cowed.
By this time several men from the store surrounded the contestants, who watched with much interest the subjection of Tom Dunker. To them Captain Josh paid no heed, but stood glowering over his victim. When he saw that he was subdued he let go his grip, and stepped back a couple of paces.
"Now, git up!" he demanded.
As Tom made no effort to obey, the captain leaned forward, caught him once more in his mighty grip, and lifted him to his feet.
"Stand there, ye wobbly-kneed cur!" he cried.
"I"ll have the law of ye," Tom wailed. "If there"s B-b-british justice, you"ll git it!"
"H"m," the captain snorted. "Ye talk about British justice. Ye may thank yer stars at this very minute that the law hasn"t its grip upon ye fer tryin" to kill a harmless boy. But I"ll do it instead. I"ll be the British justice, judge, lawyers, jury, and the whole dang concern combined. Now, look here, Tom Bunker, you apologise to that youngster fer what ye did to him this mornin"."
Tom"s face, livid with rage, took a darker tinge at this command. More on-lookers had now arrived, who jeered and hooted the unfortunate man.
It was a great joke to see the boaster at length brought low by quaint old Captain Josh. Such a thing didn"t happen every day, and they could well afford to lose any amount of time to see the fun. But it was far from fun for the victim of their sport. He made one more effort to a.s.sert himself, and turned furiously upon his captor with words and fists. But two hands gripped him now instead of one, and he was brought down upon the road with such a bang that he yelled with pain, and pleaded for mercy.
"Mercy, d"ye ask?" the captain growled. "There"ll be no mercy shown to the like of you till ye do what I say. Yer son got settled yesterday fer actin" the bully, and you"ll git far worse to-day if ye don"t hurry and do as I tell ye."
"What d"ye want me to say?" Tom moaned.
"Say? Say what ye like, only let it be a decent apology. Tell the boy that ye"re sorry, and that sich a thing won"t happen again, that"s all."
Rod had been a silent and interested spectator of all that had taken place. At first he could not understand the meaning of the captain"s words. But when it suddenly dawned upon his mind, he sprang quickly forward.
"I don"t want him to do it!" he cried.
"Don"t want him to do what?" exclaimed the astonished captain.
""Pologise. I don"t want him to say he"s sorry."
"Why not, lad?"
""Cause he isn"t."
"How d"ye know that?"
"His face and eyes say he isn"t. If I was sorry for anything, you wouldn"t have to make me "pologise. I"d be only too glad to do it."
There was a dead silence when Rod finished speaking, for all were now anxiously waiting to see what would follow. Even Captain Josh, always so ready with his tongue, was at a loss for words. He stared first at Rod and then at Tom.
"Well, I never!" he at length e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "What d"ye want me to do with him, then?" and he pointed to the man upon the ground.
"Let him go," Rod quickly replied, "He doesn"t want to "pologise, and I don"t want him to do it, so there."
"All right, then," the captain a.s.sented, "I"ll do as ye say. Git up, Tom Bunker, and git out of this. When ye say yer prayers to-night--that is, if ye say them, which I doubt--thank the Lord that ye got out of this sc.r.a.pe without any bones broken."
With that, Captain Josh picked up his stick, and started for home, while the on-lookers went back to the store to discuss Tom Bunker"s defeat.
CHAPTER VI
A NEW FRIEND
Rod was late for school, and received a tardy mark. The teacher also spoke quite sharply, and told him that school opened at nine instead of a quarter after. At any other time Rod would have felt keenly this reprimand. But now it did not trouble him, as he had other things to think about. He was very quiet during the morning, and joined in none of the games. Sammie Dunker left him alone, and for once the small girls and boys had peace.
Rod gave hardly a thought to Tom Dunker"s action in frightening him.
It was what he had said about the Poor House, and his father and mother which worried him. "What did he mean?" he asked himself over and over again. Why did he say that I should go to the Poor House instead of living with decent people, and that I wouldn"t own my parents if I knew them? His brain grew hot as he brooded over these words. Other children had their fathers and mothers with them, and why was it that he had never seen his, and knew nothing about them? Mrs. Royal had told him that his mother was living, and several times she had read her letters to him. But she was a vague person, one he had never seen, and in whom he had no special interest. The Royals, and the people he knew in Hillcrest were of more importance to him than his own mother. But now a desire entered his soul to know something about his parents.
Were they bad people? he asked himself. Why did they not come to see him? Were they ashamed to do so? he wondered, and was that what Tom meant?
As noon approached, Rod began to feel hungry. He had eaten very little breakfast, as he had been too much interested in a new family of kittens which had been discovered in the barn. The other scholars who had come some distance would have their dinner, and he could not bear the thought of seeing them eating when he was so hungry. He, therefore, planned to spend the hour by himself down by the river.
As the children flocked out of school, Rod moved with them. But the teacher stopped him, and handed to him a small parcel, neatly tied.