Perhaps it was because Johnny, even at that moment, hated the man; perhaps it was because at that moment he loved and believed in Florry, or perhaps it was only that because at that moment he was nearer the greater Truth than his questioner, but he said, in a husky voice, "You lie!"
Staples drew back with a flushed face, but lips that writhed in a pained and still persistent eagerness. "But, Johnny, at least tell us where--wh--wow--wow."
I am obliged to admit that these undignified accents came from Mr.
Staples" own lips, and were due to the sudden pressure of Mr. Medliker"s arm around his throat. The teamster was irascible and prompt through much mule-driving, and his arm was, from the same reason, strong and sinewy. Mr. Staples felt himself garroted and dragged from the room, and only came to under the stars outside, with the hoa.r.s.e voice of Mr.
Medliker in his ears:--
"You"re a minister of the gospel, I know, but ef ye say another word to my Johnny, I"ll knock the gospel stuffin" out of ye. Ye hear me! I"VE DRIVEN MULES AFORE!"
He then strode back into the room. "Ye needn"t answer, Johnny, he"s gone."
But so, too, had Johnny, for he never answered the question in this world, nor, please G.o.d, was he required to in the next. He lay still and dead. The community was scandalized the next day when Mr. Medliker sent for a minister from Sacramento to officiate at his child"s funeral, in place of Mr. Staples, and then the subject was dropped.
But the influence of Johnny"s hidden treasure still remained as a superst.i.tion in the locality. Prospecting parties were continually made up to discover the unknown claim, but always from evidence and data altogether apocryphal. It was even alleged that a miner had one night seen the little figures of Johnny and Florry walking over the hilltop, hand in hand, but that they had vanished among the stars at the very moment he thought he had discovered their secret. And then it was forgotten; the prosperous Mr. Medliker, now the proprietor of a stage-coach route, moved away to Sacramento; Medliker"s Ranch became a station for changing horses, and, as the new railway in time superseded even that, sank into a blacksmith"s shop on the outskirts of the new town of Burnt Spring. And then one day, six years after, news fell as a bolt from the blue!
It was thus recorded in the county paper: "A piece of rare good fortune, involving, it is said, the development of a lead of extraordinary value, has lately fallen to the lot of Mr. John Silsbee, the popular blacksmith, on the site of the old Medliker Ranch. In clearing out the failing water-course known as Burnt Spring, Mr. Silsbee came upon a rich ledge or pocket at the actual source of the spring,--a fissure in the ground a few rods from the road. The present yield has been estimated to be from eight to ten thousand dollars. But the event is considered as one of the most remarkable instances of the vagaries of "prospecting"
ever known, as this valuable "pot-hole" existed undisturbed for EIGHT YEARS not FIFTY YARDS from the old cabin that was in former times the residence of J. Medliker, Esq., and the station of the Pioneer Stage Company, and was utterly unknown and unsuspected by the previous inhabitants! Verily truth is stranger than fiction!"
A TALE OF THREE TRUANTS
The schoolmaster at Hemlock Hill was troubled that morning. Three of his boys were missing. This was not only a notable deficit in a roll-call of twenty, but the absentees were his three most original and distinctive scholars. He had received no preliminary warning or excuse. Nor could he attribute their absence to any common local detention or difficulty of travel. They lived widely apart and in different directions. Neither were they generally known as "chums," or comrades, who might have entered into an unhallowed combination to "play hookey."
He looked at the vacant places before him with a concern which his other scholars little shared, having, after their first lively curiosity, not unmixed with some envy of the derelicts, apparently forgotten them. He missed the cropped head and inquisitive glances of Jackson Tribbs on the third bench, the red hair and brown eyes of Providence Smith in the corner, and there was a blank s.p.a.ce in the first bench where Julian Fleming, a lanky giant of seventeen, had sat. Still, it would not do to show his concern openly, and, as became a man who was at least three years the senior of the eldest, Julian Fleming, he reflected that they were "only boys," and that their friends were probably ignorant of the good he was doing them, and so dismissed the subject. Nevertheless, it struck him as wonderful how the little world beneath him got on without them. Hanky Rogers, bully, who had been kept in wholesome check by Julian Fleming, was lively and exuberant, and his conduct was quietly accepted by the whole school; Johnny Stebbins, Tribbs"s bosom friend, consorted openly with Tribbs"s particular enemy; some of the girls were singularly gay and conceited. It was evident that some superior masculine oppression had been removed.
He was particularly struck by this last fact, when, the next morning, no news coming of the absentees, he was impelled to question his flock somewhat precisely concerning them. There was the usual shy silence which follows a general inquiry from the teacher"s desk; the children looked at one another, giggled nervously, and said nothing.
"Can you give me any idea as to what might have kept them away?" said the master.
Hanky Rogers looked quickly around, began, "Playin" hook--" in a loud voice, but stopped suddenly without finishing the word, and became inaudible. The master saw fit to ignore him.
"Bee-huntin"," said Annie Roker vivaciously.
"Who is?" asked the master.
"Provy Smith, of course. Allers bee-huntin". Gets lots o" honey. Got two full combs in his desk last week. He"s awful on bees and honey. Ain"t he, Jinny?" This in a high voice to her sister.
The younger Miss Roker, thus appealed to, was heard to murmur that of all the sneakin" bee-hunters she had ever seed, Provy Smith was the worst. "And squirrels--for nuts," she added.
The master became attentive,--a clue seemed probable here. "Would Tribbs and Fleming be likely to go with him?" he asked.
A significant silence followed. The master felt that the children recognized a doubt of this, knowing the boys were not "chums;"
possibly they also recognized something incriminating to them, and with characteristic freemasonry looked at one another and were dumb.
He asked no further questions, but, when school was dismissed, mounted his horse and started for the dwelling of the nearest culprit, Jackson Tribbs, four miles distant. He had often admired the endurance of the boy, who had accomplished the distance, including the usual meanderings of a country youth, twice a day, on foot, in all weathers, with no diminution of spirits or energy. He was still more surprised when he found it a mountain road, and that the house lay well up on the ascent of the pa.s.s. Autumn was visible only in a few flaming sumacs set among the climbing pines, and here, in a little clearing to the right, appeared the dwelling he was seeking.
"Tribbses," or "Tribbs"s Run," was devoted to the work of cutting down the pines midway on a long regularly sloping mountain-side, which allowed the trunks, after they were trimmed and cut into suitable lengths, to be slid down through rude runs, or artificial channels, into the valley below, where they were collected by teams and conveyed to the nearest mills. The business was simple in the extreme, and was carried on by Tribbs senior, two men with saws and axes, and the natural laws of gravitation. The house was a long log cabin; several sheds roofed with bark or canvas seemed consistent with the still lingering summer and the heated odors of the pines, but were strangely incongruous to those white patches on the table-land and the white tongue stretching from the ridge to the valley. But the master was familiar with those Sierran contrasts, and as he had never ascended the trail before, it might be only the usual prospect of the dwellers there. At this moment Mr. Tribbs appeared from the cabin, with his axe on his shoulder. Nodding carelessly to the master, he was moving away, when the latter stopped him.
"Is Jackson here?" he asked.
"No," said the father, half impatiently, still moving on. "Hain"t seen him since yesterday."
"Nor has he been at school," said the master, "either yesterday or to-day."
Mr. Tribbs looked puzzled and grieved. "Now I reckoned you had kep" him in for some devilment of his"n, or lessons."
"Not ALL NIGHT!" said the master, somewhat indignant at this presumption of his arbitrary functions.
"Humph!" said Mr. Tribbs. "Mariar!" Mrs. Tribbs made her appearance in the doorway. "The schoolmaster allows that Jackson ain"t bin to school at all." Then, turning to the master, he added, "Thar! you settle it between ye," and quietly walked away.
Mrs. Tribbs looked by no means satisfied with or interested in the proposed tete-a-tete. "Hev ye looked in the bresh" (i. e., brush or underwood) "for him?" she said querulously.
"No," said the master, "I came here first. There are two other boys missing,--Providence Smith and Julian Fleming. Did either of them"--
But Mrs. Tribbs had interrupted him with a gesture of impatient relief.
"Oh, that"s all, is it? Playin" hookey together, in course. "Scuse me, I must go back to my bakin"." She turned away, but stopped suddenly, touched, as the master fondly believed, by some tardy maternal solicitude. But she only said: "When he DOES come back, you just give him a whalin", will ye?" and vanished into her kitchen.
The master rode away, half ashamed of his foolish concern for the derelicts. But he determined to try Smith"s father, who owned a small rancho lower down on a spur of the same ridge. But the spur was really nearer Hemlock Hill, and could have been reached more directly by a road from there. He, however, kept along the ridge, and after half an hour"s ride was convinced that Jackson Tribbs could have communicated with Provy Smith without coming nearer Hemlock Hill, and this revived his former belief that they were together. He found the paternal Smith engaged in hoeing potatoes in a stony field. The look of languid curiosity with which he had regarded the approach of the master changed to one of equally languid aggression as he learned the object of his visit.
"Wot are ye comin" to ME for? I ain"t runnin" your school," he said slowly and aggressively. "I started Providence all right for it mornin"
afore last, since when I never set eyes on him. That lets ME out. My business, young feller, is lookin" arter the ranch. Yours, I reckon, is lookin" arter your scholars."
"I thought it my business to tell you your son was absent from school,"
said the master coldly, turning away. "If you are satisfied, I have nothing more to say." Nevertheless, for the moment he was so startled by this remarkable theory of his own responsibility in the case that he quite accepted the father"s callousness,--or rather it seemed to him that his unfortunate charges more than ever needed his protection. There was still the chance of his hearing some news from Julian Fleming"s father; he lived at some distance, in the valley on the opposite side of Hemlock Hill; and thither the master made his way. Luckily he had not gone far before he met Mr. Fleming, who was a teamster, en route. Like the fathers of the other truants, he was also engaged in his vocation.
But, unlike the others, Fleming senior was jovial and talkative. He pulled up his long team promptly, received the master"s news with amused interest, and an invitation to spirituous refreshment from a demijohn in his wagon.
"Me and the ole woman kind o" spekilated that Jule might hev been over with Aunt Marthy; but don"t you worry, Mr. Schoolmaster. They"re limbs, every one o" them, but they"ll fetch up somewhere, all square! Just you put two fingers o" that corn juice inside ye, and let "em slide. Ye didn"t hear what the "lekshun news was when ye was at Smith"s, did ye?"
The master had not inquired. He confessed he had been worried about the boys. He had even thought that Julian might have met with an accident.
Mr. Fleming wiped his mouth, with a humorous affectation of concern.
"Met with an ACCIDENT? Yes, I reckon not ONE accident, but TWO of "em.
These yer accidents Jule"s met with had two legs, and were mighty lively accidents, you bet, and took him off with "em; or mebbe they had four legs, and he"s huntin" "em yet. Accidents! Now I never thought o" that!
Well, when you come across him and THEM ACCIDENTS, you just whale "em, all three! And ye won"t take another drink? Well, so long, then! Gee up!" He rolled away, with a laugh, in the heavy dust kicked up by his plunging mules, and the master made his way back to the schoolhouse. His quest for that day was ended.
But the next morning he was both astounded and relieved, at the a.s.sembling of school, to find the three truants back in their places.
His urgent questioning of them brought only the one and same response from each: "Got lost on the ridge." He further gathered that they had slept out for two nights, and were together all the time, but nothing further, and no details were given. The master was puzzled. They evidently expected punishment; that was no doubt also the wish of their parents; but if their story was true, it was a serious question if he ought to inflict it. There was no means of testing their statement; there was equally none by which he could controvert it. It was evident that the whole school accepted it without doubt; whether they were in possession of details gained from the truants themselves which they had withheld from him, or whether from some larger complicity with the culprits, he could not say. He told them gravely that he should withhold equally their punishment and their pardon until he could satisfy himself of their veracity, and that there had been no premeditation in their act. They seemed relieved, but here, again, he could not tell whether it sprang from confidence in their own integrity or merely from youthful hopefulness that delayed retribution never arrived!
It was a month before their secret was fully disclosed. It was slowly evolved from corroborating circ.u.mstances, but always with a shy reluctance from the boys themselves, and a surprise that any one should think it of importance. It was gathered partly from details picked up at recess or on the playground, from the voluntary testimony of teamsters and packers, from a record in the county newspaper, but always shaping itself into a consecutive and harmonious narrative.
It was a story so replete with marvelous escape and adventure that the master hesitated to accept it in its entirety until after it had long become a familiar history, and was even forgotten by the actors themselves. And even now he transcribes it more from the circ.u.mstances that surrounded it than from a hope that the story will be believed.