"No, sir," said Ben, firmly, "you aren"t going to jump any higher. Go on."
"Tisn"t half as high as I jumped the other day," grumbled Joel.
"Go on," commanded Ben, "or I won"t hold it at all," and Polly bobbed her head at him as she drummed away. "Hurry up," she seemed to say. So Joel sprang off from the lower branch of the apple tree and went zip-tear-bang, at the paper ring. But instead of going through, he knocked it out of Ben"s hand, and went with it, rolling over and over on the ground. When he got up to his feet, the big paper ring was all in tags, and the hair on the monkey"s head was all over his eyes, and covering his red face.
"Never mind, Joe," said Polly, running away from her piano, to pull him out straight and fix him nice again, "you"ll do it fine next time, I guess."
"Ben jiggled it," announced Joel, stoutly, and with a rueful face as he saw the broken ring.
"No, I didn"t," declared Ben; "I kept it as steady as could be.
But you sprawled your legs and knocked it out of my hand. Take a good flying leap, Joe, and keep your eye on the red border."
"Yes; I"m so glad there"s a red border on it," said Polly, hopping back to make her fingers run merrily up and down her piano once more.
So Joel took a flying leap, keeping his black eyes fixed on the red border, and came through the ring so splendidly that everybody hopped up to their feet, and shouted and clapped their hands, Grandma exclaiming, "La--for the land"s sake!" while Phronsie slid out of Mrs. Pepper"s lap and gave a squeal of delight.
"Hoh! that"s nothing!" declared Joel, and before Ben could say anything he ran and jumped up on the lower limb of the apple tree, and winding his st.u.r.dy legs around the trunk, and then springing from one branch to another, there he was, before any one knew it, on the topmost bough!
"O mercy me--he"ll be killed!" screamed Grandma, who saw it first. Mother Pepper turned swiftly. "Joel!" she was going to exclaim. But in a minute she knew it would be the worst thing in the world to do. So she tried to smile and to say, "Come down, Joey, and be careful."
But Joel was swinging and slashing the long rope tail, and having a delightful time up there in the branches, and roaring and screaming so, that Mother Pepper"s quiet tones couldn"t possibly be heard.
Polly"s face turned very white. "Oh, Ben, he"ll be killed!" she exclaimed. "He won"t look at us, and we can"t make him hear,"
for by that time everybody was shouting at him to come down, and Phronsie was crying as if her heart would break.
"I"m goin" to hang by my tail," screamed Joel at them, and before any of them could realize what he was doing, he had swung the long rope over a branch and twisted it up in a knot, then he swung himself out, and let his feet free from the bough.
Mrs. Pepper seized Ben"s arm and said hoa.r.s.ely, "Go up after him." Ben was halfway up the trunk as fast as he could go, which wasn"t very good speed, as he was always slower at such things than the other little Peppers. When Joel, head downward, saw him coming up, he screamed, "Ha! I"m a monkey, and you can"t catch me," and he swung farther out than ever. The knot he had thought so safe untwisted, and down, down, he went, the long rope curling through the air to wind around his legs.
It was all done in one dreadful moment, and when they ran to pick him up, everything seemed to turn black around Polly"s eyes.
She never knew how it happened, but there was Mother Pepper sitting on the gra.s.s with Joel"s head in her lap, and Mrs. Beebe hurrying into the kitchen for water and cloths to wash the blood away, and Grandma waddling down the lane to get things from the cottage. And Ben sliding down the tree, the rest of the little Peppers crouching up in misery around Mamsie and her boy.
Polly"s white lips only formed the words, "Dr. Fisher--I"ll go--you stay here and help Mamsie," and she was off in a flash. For Polly could run the swiftest of any of them, her feet hardly touching the ground.
Somebody called her name as she spun along the dusty ground, but she didn"t stop--only sped on. But by laying the whip smartly over the back of his horse, the man in the wagon came up by her side and yelled at her, and then she saw that it was Mr. Tisbett.
"Oh, I can"t stop, sir!" she wailed, clasping her hands, "for Joel"s dead, I guess."
"Now you just git in here," commanded Mr. Tisbett, getting down to the ground; and without waiting for Polly to obey, he picked her up and set her on the seat. "I take it you"re goin" after th" doctor. Now he ain"t to home, for this is his day for Hillsbury, ye know. But I tell you," he added briskly, as he saw Polly"s face, "I"m a master hand at doctorin", an" I"m goin" to take a look at Joel." All this time he was getting over the wheel and into his seat, and turning down the road toward the little brown house.
"What"s th" matter with Joel?" he asked at length, after slapping Black Bill smartly, who now ran at his liveliest pace.
"He fell from the apple tree," said Polly, in a low voice. "Oh, Mr. Tisbett, could you go a little bit faster, please?" she implored.
"Yes, yes," said Mr. Tisbett, obligingly, and applying the whip again to the horse"s flanks. "Now it"s lucky enough my stage-coach got a mite broke this morning, an" I had to wait over a trip, and so I"ve met you. We"ll soon be there, Polly, don"t you worry a mossel. I fell out o" apple trees time after time when I was a boy, and it hain"t hurt me none. Git ap, Bill! An" at any rate, I"ll fix Joel up. I used to be a doctor "fore I was a stage-driver. Ye hain"t never known that, hev ye, Polly?" and he smiled down on her.
"No," said Polly, with a thrill of hope at her heart. "Oh, if Black Bill only would go a little faster!"
"Fact," said Mr. Tisbett, rolling the tobacco quid into his other cheek. "I was what ye might call a nat"ral doctor, bone-setter, and all that; never took a diplomy--but land sakes alive, I donno"s it"s necessary, when ye got to make a bone into shape, to set an" pint to a piece o" paper to tell where ye was eddicated. Git up an" set th" bone, I say, an" if ye can do it all right, I guess it"s a good enough job to the feller what owns the bone. Git ap, Bill!" and they drew up in front of the little brown house.
Mr. Tisbett never waited to ask questions, although Mrs. Pepper looked at him inquiringly, but just took hold of the job he had come to do, and Polly explained to Mamsie. And presently everybody was obeying the stage-driver just as soon as he spoke a word. And his big hands were just as gentle and light, and his fingers, that always seemed so clumsy holding the old leather reins, were a great deal softer in their touch than Mother Pepper"s own, as they wandered all over Joel"s body.
"That boy"s all right, and bound to scare ye a great many times, Marm," at last he said. "Don"t you worry a mite, Mrs. Pepper, he"ll come out o" it, when he gits ready."
But Mother Pepper shook her head as she hung over her boy.
"Mammy," said Polly, crawling up to her like a hurt little thing, "I do believe Mr. Tisbett knows," she whispered. "I do, Mammy."
But Mrs. Pepper only shook her head worse than ever.
"What shall we do, Ben?" cried Polly, rushing up to him; "just look at her, Ben. Oh, what can we do for Mamsie! She"s never been like that."
"Nothing," said Ben, gloomily; "we can"t any of us do anything till Joel comes to himself. There won"t anything else help her."
But Mrs. Pepper suddenly raised her head and looked at them keenly. "Come here, Polly," and at the same instant it seemed, so quickly she obeyed, Polly was at her side.
"Mother feels that her boy will be all right," said Mrs. Pepper.
And she even smiled.
XXII
THE MINISTER"S CHICKENS
Mr. Tisbett was right. And before he left, Joel was sitting on his knee, and hearing various accounts of Black Bill; how he ran away once when he was a colt, and Mr. Tisbett never caught him till he"d chased him over into Hillsbury; and how once, when the pole broke going down a hill, Black Bill had held Jerry from kicking and plunging loose, and brought "em all down in safety to the bottom.
"I tell you, sir," declared Mr. Tisbett, bringing his big fist down on his knee, "that"s a horse for you, ef ever there was one.
And you shall go along of me sometime, Joe, and have a ride in th" stage-coach again, if your Ma"ll let you."
"Hooray!" cried Joel, hugely pleased. "When I"m a man, Mr.
Tisbett, I"m goin" to have a stage just like yours, and two horses just exactly like Black Bill."
"Take my advice," said the stage-driver, "an don"t try to get two horses exactly alike, "cause you"re bound to be disappointed.
Now there"s Jerry; ain"t a mite like Black Bill, but he"s awful good to run along with him."
"Then I shall have one like Jerry, instead," decided Joel, folding his hands in great satisfaction, since Mr. Tisbett advised it so. "Now I"m going to finish my circus, and be monkey." And he began to get down from the stage-driver"s knee.
"You hold on there," said Mr. Tisbett, firmly; "you"ve been monkey long enough, and scart your Ma and all on us nigh almost to death. Don"t you go up that tree again, Joel Pepper! If you do, I won"t take you on no more stage rides with me. You hear me, now."
Yes, Joel did hear, so although he whimpered and teased, and declared he hadn"t played monkey more than a half a minute, and he"d lost most all his circus, Mr. Tisbett sat up stiff and straight, holding him tightly, and said, "If I hear of you goin"
up that ere tree again, you don"t go with me." So Joel promised he would be very good, and then he hopped down and got into Mamsie"s lap, and let himself be cuddled to his heart"s content.
"My land!" exploded Mrs. Beebe, when quiet was restored. "I declare, I"m all beat out. You could knock me down with a feather," she confided to Polly. "Well, well, well, that boy"s saved for something. Now, Joel, why don"t you have the animals now? Did you like "em?" and she settled her gla.s.ses to get a good look at him, and a.s.sure herself that he was really uninjured. "It"s a miracle," she kept saying to Grandma, who bobbed her cap all the while, as if she heard every word.
"They were awful good," said Joel, in satisfaction. "Give me the rest of "em, Polly," and he held out his hand.