"How in blazes d"you know what she"s going to do?" raged Sam. "She won"t marry me with you hanging around! I"ve been trying to figure out a way to get rid of you--"
"Quiet!" commanded the voice on the telephone irritably. "I"m busy. I"ve got to go collect the money you"ve made for us."
"_You_ collect money? _I_ get in trouble and _you_ collect money?"
"I have to," his voice said with the impatient patience of one speaking to a small idiot child, "before you can have it. Listen here. Where you are, it"s Wednesday. You"re going over to Dunnsville today to fix some phones. You"ll be in Mr. Broaddus" law office about half-past ten. You look out the window and notice a fella setting in a car in front of the bank. Notice him good!"
"I won"t do it," said Sam defiantly. "I ain"t taking any orders from you! Maybe you"re me, but _I_ make money and _you_ collect it. For all I know you spend it before I get to it! I"m quitting this business right now. It"s cost me my own true love and all _my_ life"s happiness and to h.e.l.l with you!"
"You won"t do it?" his own voice asked nastily. "Wait and see!"
So, that morning, the manager told Sam, when he reported for work, to drive over to Dunnsville and check on some lines there. Sam balked. He said there were much more important lines needing repair elsewhere. The manager explained politely to Sam that Mr. Broaddus over in Dunnsville had been taken drunk at a Fourth of July party and fallen out of a window. He"d broken his leg, so it was a Christian duty to make sure he had a telephone in working order in his office, and Sam could get over there right away or else.
On the way to Dunnsville, Sam morosely remembered that he"d known about Mr. Broaddus" leg. He had told himself about it on the telephone.
At half-past ten, he was fixing Mr. Broaddus" telephone when he remembered about the man he was supposed to get a good look at, sitting in a car in front of the bank. He made an angry resolution not, under any circ.u.mstances, to glance outside of the lawyer"s office. He meditated savagely that, by this resolution, the schemes of his other self in the future were abolished.
Naturally, he presently went to the window and looked to see what he was abolishing.
There was a car before the bank with a reddish-haired man sitting in it.
A haze came out of the exhaust, showing that the motor was running. None of this impressed Sam as remarkable. But as he looked, two other men came running out of the bank. One of them carried a bag and both of them had revolvers out and they piled into the car and the reddish-haired man gunned it and it was abruptly a dwindling speck in a cloud of dust, getting out of town.
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Three seconds later, old Mr. Bluford, president of the bank, came out yelling, and the cashier came after him, and it was a first-rate bank robbery they were yelling about. The men in the get-away car had departed with thirty-five thousand dollars.
All of it had taken place so fast that Sam hardly realized what had happened when he went out to see what it was all about, and was instantly seized upon to do some work. The bankrobbers had shot out the telephone cable out of town with a shotgun, so word couldn"t get ahead of them. Sam was needed to re-establish communications with the outside world.
He did, absorbedly reflecting on the details of the robbery as he"d heard them. He was high up on a telephone pole and the sheriff and enthusiastic citizens were streaking past in cars to make his labors unnecessary, when the personal aspect of all this affair hit him.
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"Migawd!" gasped Sam, shocked. "That me in the middle of next week told me to come over here and watch a bank robbery! But he didn"t let on what was going to happen so"s I could stop it!" He felt an incredulous indignation come over him. "I woulda been a hero!" he said resentfully.
"Rosie woulda admired me! _That other me is a born crook!_"
Then he realized the facts. The other him was himself, only a week and a half distant. The other him was so far sunk in dastardliness that he permitted a crime to take place, feeling no more than sardonic amus.e.m.e.nt.
And there was nothing he himself could do about it! He couldn"t even tell the authorities about this depraved character! They wouldn"t believe him unless he could get his other self on the telephone to admit his criminality. Even then, what could they do?
Sam felt what little zest had been left in living go trickling out of his climbers. He looked into the future and saw nothing desirable in it.
He painstakingly finished the repair of the shot-out telephone line, but then he went down to his truck and drove over to Rosie"s house.
There was but one thing he could do.
Rosie came suspiciously to the the door.
"I come to tell you good-by, Rosie," said Sam. "I just found out I"m a criminal, so I aim to go and commit my crimes far away from my home and the friends who never thought I"d turn out this way. Good-by, Rosie."
"Sam!" said Rosie. "What"s happened now?"
He told her about the bank robbery and how his own self--in the week after next--had known it was going to happen, and told Sam to go watch it without giving him information by which it could have been stopped.
"He knew it after it happened," said Sam bitterly, "and he could"ve told me about it before! He didn"t, so he"s a accessory to the crime. And he is me, which makes me a accessory, too. Good-by, Rosie, my own true love! You"ll never see me again!"
"You set right down here," Rosie ordered firmly. "You haven"t done a thing yet, so it"s that other you who"s a criminal. You haven"t got a thing to run away for!"
"But I"m going to have! I"m doomed to be a criminal! It"s that me in the week after next! There"s nothing to be done!"
"Says who? _I"m_ going to do something!"
"Like what?" asked Sam.
"I"m going to reform you," said Rosie, "before you start!"
She was a determined girl, that Rosie. She marched inside and put on her blue jeans, then went to her father"s woodshed where he kept his tools and got a monkey wrench and stuck it in her hip pocket.
When she came to the truck, Sam said, "What"s the idea, Rosie?"
"I"m riding around with you," replied Rosie, with a grim air. "You won"t do anything criminal with me on hand! And if that other you starts talking to you on the telephone, I"m going to climb that pole and tell him where he gets off!"
"If anybody could keep me from turning criminal," acknowledged Sam, "it"d be you, Rosie. But that monkey wrench--what"s it for?"
Rosie climbed into the seat beside him.
"You start having criminal ideas," she told him, "and you"ll find out!
Now you go on about your business and I and the monkey wrench will look after your morals!"
This tender exchange happened only an hour or so after the robbery and there was plenty of excitement around. But Sam went soberly about his work as telephone lineman. Rosie simply rode with him as a--well, it wasn"t as a bodyguard, but a sort of M.P. escort--Morals Police. Where he worked on a line, he called the central office to report, and he heard about the hunt for the bank robbers, and told Rosie.
It was good fortune that he"d been in Dunnsville when the robbery happened, because his prompt repair of the phone wires had spoiled the robbers" get-away plans. They hadn"t gone ten miles from Dunnsville before somebody fired a load of buckshot at them as their car roared by Lemons" Store. They were past before they realized they"d been shot at.
But the buckshot had punctured the radiator, and two miles on, they were stuck.
They pushed their car off the road behind some bushes and struck out on foot, and the sheriff ran right past their car without seeing it. Then rain began to fall and the bank robbers were wet and scared and desperate. They knew there"d be roadblocks set up everywhere and they had that bag of money--part bills, but a lot of it silver--and all of Tidewater was up in arms.
Taking evasive action, they hastily stuffed their pockets with small bills--there were no big ones--but dared not take too much lest the pockets bulge. They hid the major part of their loot in a hollow tree.
They separated, going to nearby towns--while rain fell heavily and covered their trails--and went to bed with chest colds. They felt miserable. But the rain washed away the scent they had left and bloodhounds couldn"t do a thing.
None of this was known to Sam, of course. Rosie had taken charge of him and she kept charge. She rode with him all the afternoon of the robbery.
When quitting time came, he took her home and prepared to retire from the scene.