"When he what?" Tusk glared.
"Why, durn yoh poh haid, don"t you know he wants yoh land for the railroad? Ain"t he said time an" time agin he"s goin" to have it; an"
ain"t you said you wouldn"t sell? Well, then how"s he goin" to git it, you tell me that?"
As though a veil had been drawn from Tusk"s face he saw it all in an instant, and the next few minutes he spent in a flow of lurid oaths. Tom watched him, a slow smile flickering about the corners of his mouth.
Finally he said:
""Tain"t no use to cuss; that won"t build yoh cabin. Jest go like you don"t know nuthin" "bout it, an" say you"ve come for that hund"ed for me. An" if he says he ain"t goin" to send it, jest say all right, that you"ll go right on over to Arden an" ax the Cunnel an" his folks if they don"t think it"s fair an" squar. Jest say that! An" tell him, in case he ain"t got it on him, to put it--let"s see," Tom thought a moment; "tell him to put it on the schoolhouse steps tomorrer night at nine. See? If you do that, Tusk, an" fetch the coin, I"ll give you five dollars an" a new rifle; an" help you git squar", too."
"Where"ll I find this heah railroad feller?" Tusk was growing excited.
"He"s at the Cunnel"s; I done told you that!"
"An" I done told you I da.s.sant go there!"
"Then ketch him out somewhere."
Tusk thought a moment, and hopefully exclaimed:
"I kin ketch "im at the schoolhouse when he leaves the money!"
Tom looked at his friend in pitying disgust.
"You blamed fool, how"s he comin" to the schoolhouse less"n you tell "im!"
The simple-minded giant was greatly perplexed at this. He drew out his bottle and took another drink, then mechanically pa.s.sed it to Tom.
"Well," this schemer said, drawing the back of his hand across his mouth, "if you want the gun, you"ll have to make it. Belly-achin" around this a-way won"t bring you nothin". Let me know tomorrer night what you kin do, "cause there"s plenty others"ll jump at the chance." With that he turned and went back to the house, while Tusk, dazed and thinking hard, walked slowly and slouchily down the pike.
Chance succeeded where the ingenuity of Tusk might have failed. He reached a dip in the road where a small stream crossed, and stopped to drink. On his hands and knees, and with the water dripping from his mouth and chin, he suddenly raised his head to listen, then scurried into the bushes to watch, as he recognized the sound of a galloping horse.
Brent, coming from town, felt his mount shy and saw Potter looking out at him. He did not know, of course, the part Tusk had played in the schoolhouse drama, or of the fire, or, indeed, anything about him except that he owned a piece of land which Dulany, Buckville"s legal hope, was trying to buy for the railroad, and that someone else had said his strength was as great as his intellect was lacking. Brent reined up.
"h.e.l.lo, Potter! What are you doing in there?"
"h.e.l.lo yohse"f," Tusk emerged. "Hold up a minute!"
"Well?" Brent asked.
There was a pause, and Brent asked again: "Well?"
"Tom says as how you kin git that hund"ed for buhnin" down my cabin!"
"I"ll get a monkey-wrench, my friend; you rattle," Brent chuckled. "But you get out of my way! I"m going!"
Tusk regarded him in sullen silence. His face was black with pa.s.sion and Brent saw the necessity of more affable tactics.
"What"s on your mind?" he asked. "Tell me so I can understand!"
"Nothin" ain"t on my mind," Potter answered, with more truth than he realized. "Tom says you owe me a hund"ed dollars for buhnin" down my cabin; an" he says to leave that an" the hund"ed you owes him on the schoolhouse steps tomorrer night; an" if you don"t hand "em over now I"m to put it up to the Cunnel!"
It was disconnected, but Brent understood the last part well enough.
Also, it had flashed across his mind that if Tusk were really burned out, Tom had done it and concocted a plausible tale in order to gain this fellow as an ally. So he sat for a minute trying to grasp the dangling threads of this surprising situation.
"Tusk," he said, "I didn"t know you were burned out, and, of course, I didn"t do it; but I will buy your land if you"ll come in town Monday and sign--that is, if Dulany finds the t.i.tle clear. He"s getting some other pieces for me, and can put yours in. How much do you own?"
"Acre," Tusk answered. "Th" ain"t no trick "bout this?"
"Certainly not. But land up there where you are isn"t worth a hundred dollars an acre! What are you trying to put over on us, Tusk?"
"Don"t make no difference," he growled. "I had a cabin, an" a bed, an blanket; an" stove, too, sech as "twas!"
"All right," Brent laughed. "I"ll give you the hunner if you"re at Dulany"s office Monday." A hundred was the exact maximum price he and Dulany had decided on offering Potter for that little strip.
"How "bout Tom"s?"
"Tom"s?" Brent looked down at him. "Oh, you just tell Tom to go to h.e.l.l.
That"s the place for him."
"Will I tell the Cunnel"s folks to go there, too?" he asked, with unintentional sagacity.
Brent hesitated; then, leaning over the saddle, put an impressive question.
"Tusk, do you want to go to h.e.l.l?"
"Shucks," he spat contemptuously, "h.e.l.l ain"t got nothin" on a feller like me!"
"Then do you want to go to the penitentiary?"
"Fer Gawd sake," he sprang back, "what you mean?"
"Just this: You tell Tom that this blackmail has got to stop! Understand the word?--Blackmail! Let it soak in well, Tusk:--Blackmail! It"s a penitentiary offense, and I"ll have him up before the next Circuit Court, sure! Or better still," he declared, growing more and more angry, "I"ll ride back and tell him myself!"
"Naw you don"t," Tusk"s hand went quickly to the bridle rein. "You don"t give me the slip that a-way!"
"I"m not trying to give you the slip, you poor fool! You come in town day after tomorrow and get your money. That"s all you want!"
"An" that"s all you want, too, I reckon. But I ain"t goin" nigh no town arter this talk "bout penitentries. Jest come "crost with that hund"ed now!"
"I won"t do anything to you in town, simpleton!" Brent raged at him.
"That can be settled best by stayin" right heah, I reckon. Hand out the money!"
"I haven"t it with me, Tusk. Do what I say and you won"t be hurt!"
"That"s all right "bout bein" hurt," the fellow growled. "If you ain"t got that money with you, I"m goin" to take its wu"th outen yoh hide. You got yoh hide, ain"t you?"
For the first time Brent realized he was about to have trouble. The man"s size impressed him with no particular awe. He did not think of this. He was aroused now and becoming furious, and as willing for a fight as one well could be. He felt that he had been reasonable enough, even while the man"s words were goading him; but, irrespective of this, an act which invariably fires a horseman"s anger had been committed--a restraining hand had been put with violence on his bridle rein.