The "duffers" arrived with a rush and in a twinkle the boxes were being removed from the sleigh in a manner quite violent, and this to the imminent peril of the contents.
"Hi, not so bloomin" reckless," shouted Bruce, "don"t smash "em, whatever you do. They are the last colored lamps in town and we need "em. And, say--listen--what"s the fuss up the street? Hear "em shoutin"? Gee, it"s a runaway an" here it comes--no--no--it"s going to turn down High Street toward the railroad--an"--cracky! fellows, there"s a freight pulling out of the siding! See the smoke! And there"s a woman and a girl in the cutter! Wow! Look at those chumps up the street shoutin"
and wavin" their arms. That"s no way to stop a horse! Those women will be killed. Hi, Bud, hop in here. Come on, we"ve got to stop "em. I"m goin" after "em with Blossom. Geet_yap_ there, Blossom. Git, now, that"s t" girl. Go!"
There could be no mistaking the fact that the horse and cutter coming down the street was a runaway. The big animal was almost mad with fright. His eyes bulged out until the whites showed and its nostrils were distended with fear. And, to make matters worse, there were a dozen men and boys shouting and waving their hands in a foolish effort to stop the horse. But all that they accomplished was to make the animal still more frightened.
Fortunately, Bud"s mind acted as quickly as Bruce"s. He came into the sleigh with a bound, but almost before he landed Bruce had Blossom under way. Just a touch of the whip was all that was needed and the nervous trotter shot forward like a flash of lightning. A moment later she was a jet black streak flying toward the corner of High Street around which the runaway cutter had just disappeared.
Almost in the wink of an eye Blossom reached the corner and swept around it at a gallop while the sleigh careened first on one runner and then upon the other, each time on the brink of turning over and pitching its occupants into the s...o...b..nks that lined the road. But the scouts gave no heed to this. All their attention was on the flying cutter a hundred yards ahead and upon the railroad crossing half a mile down the road.
The freight train had left the siding, and at the moment the scouts rounded the corner she was chugging her way slowly toward the crossing.
Of course, the gates were down but this only added to the peril. The runaway horse was blind with fright. He would plunge into the gates, tear through them and probably kill himself and the women in the sleigh by dashing headlong into the freight train.
"Go it, Bruce, go it. We _must_ save them. They"ll be killed if we don"t," cried the half frantic Bud.
And Bruce, pale of face but determined, cut Blossom with the whip to urge her forward. Rarely was the trotter treated that way and when the cut came she leapt forward like a deer. Then her racing instinct seemed to come back to her. She knew what was wanted. The horse ahead must be pa.s.sed. She stretched her long legs to their utmost and the pace she set made the light sleigh pitch and rock like a ship in a gale. Bruce never used the whip again. Indeed, he tossed it into the road, for he must needs use two hands to govern the flying horse.
The animal ahead was flying, too, and it was a question for a few moments whether the scouts could make up the distance. But Blossom was at her best. Faster and faster she went while town folk stood on the sidewalk and gaped in amazement at the pace she held. The hundred yard lead was cut down to fifty, now to forty, thirty-five, thirty. Bruce and Bud could see the look of terror on the faces of the girl and the woman in the cutter. Also they could see the reason for the accident. The reins had parted and one short length dangled over the horse"s side and slapped him continually on the ribs while the longer section dragged under the cutter.
"We"ll make it, Bud, we"ll make it. We"ve _got_ to make it. I"ll drive like mad. We"ll start to pa.s.s them and I"ll run Blossom as close as I dare and then when we get abreast of the horse you hang out upon the running-board, and jump for the shafts of the cutter. Get astride the horse"s back and grab those reins. Get ready, Bud! Out on the running-board, now! Hurry!" cried Bruce.
Blossom was drawing abreast of the cutter. Bud clung to the running-board and crouched for a spring.
"Go it, Blossom," cried Bruce. "Good old girl, go it. Go on, go on.
Get ready, Bud--steady--ready now--_jump_!"
Bud reached far out and leaped. One foot struck the shafts. He threw himself forward and grasped the runaway"s mane and in an instant he had swung himself astride the horse"s back. For a moment all that he could do was cling to the swaying animal And when the horse felt the extra weight drop upon him he bounded forward like a stag uttering a shrill whinny of fear.
For a fleeting moment the lad thought of the peril of his position. But when he recalled that the lives of two women depended upon him, he became active. Reaching forward he grasped the broken line and the long one and forced the bit home into the horse"s mouth. The animal snorted and plunged. Bud pulled back again. The runaway reared and pawed the air, snorting and shaking its ma.s.sive bead. "Whoa," cried the scout, "whoa, boy, steady now," and it seemed as if the animal recognized the authority in his command for the next time the lad reined in the panic-stricken horse slowed up and presently came to a complete standstill and stood trembling like a leaf.
Then, when the scout looked up for the first time, there, not twenty yards away, was the railroad crossing, with the freight train rumbling slowly by.
"Fine work, Bud, fine," cried Bruce, who had pulled in on Blossom the moment the scout had jumped from the sleigh. "Fine work, and--and--gee! but it was a narrow escape."
Indeed it had been a narrow escape. Bud realized it as well as Bruce.
And so did the woman and the little girl in the cutter, for their faces were white and they hardly had strength enough left to step from the cutter when Bruce tried to a.s.sist them.
"Goodness me, what a day--what a day," said the woman, trembling with nervousness. And when the little girl heard this she began to cry.
"Oh, mother, I"m unhappy, too," she wept. "Poor Nanny, poor Nanny, just think she"s been burned to death, and all because you and father sent me to school last September. Oh, mother, mother, it"s terrible. And then the horse acting up like that. I--I--oh, Mr.--er--Mr. Boy Scout, do you know anything about old Nanny--Nanny Haskell? She was my dear nurse.
Last Fall she left our house in St. Cloud because my father and mother sent me to school down in Boston. She--she--oh, dear!--she said she wouldn"t live in St. Cloud without me, because she would be too lonesome, so she came back to her old farm in the woods here, where she hadn"t been for ten years, and--now--oh, dear! oh, dear;--it burned down--and--Nanny must have been burned to death."
"Why--why--no--no, she wasn"t burned to death," said Bruce, when he fully understood, "she--she--why she"s over in the Woodbridge hospital. That big building over there on Willow Street. We found her and took her there, and she wasn"t a bit hurt, only sick, that"s all."
"What! is she alive--really--honest--Nanny Haskell--boy, you"re sure?"
cried the woman excitedly. "We--we--came over to-day to get her and bring her back to St. Cloud. We wanted to tell her that Genevieve had come home from Boston to stay, and that we wanted her to come back with us on Christmas Eve and live with us for good. Are you sure--?"
"Yes, yes, I"m sure. I helped bring her into town," said Bruce.
"Then come, mother, come. I must see old Nanny and cheer her up. The boys will take care of the horse and put him in a stable. Won"t you, boys?" said Genevieve, excitedly.
"Sure--Bud will fix the reins and drive him to the hotel stable. Come into my sleigh and I"ll take you to the hospital," said Bruce.
A cold wind was driving powdery flakes out of the darkness overhead when the Woodbridge town folk began to gather in the square to celebrate their first community Christmas. The scouts were there early, for, besides the fact that several of them had the task of taking care of the electric switches that controlled the lights on the big tree, the rest of the troop had been delegated to police the square.
The ceremonies were supposed to begin at eight o"clock, but by half-past seven the big platform was filled with visitors, officials and prominent townsmen. The orchestra had arrived, too, and taken its place, and the chorus of four hundred school children stood waiting, song books in hand.
The big square was literally jammed by joyous men and women and shivering, though none the less enthusiastic, youngsters. And over these thousand or more silence reigned and every eye was fastened on the tall somber looking tree.
Then came the signal from the Mayor. The next moment the orchestra leader swung his baton and the orchestra rang forth. Simultaneously the voices of the children took up the opening bars of a good old English Christmas carol. This was the cue the four scouts at the switches were waiting for. One by one they jammed the tiny rubber covered connections home and in circuits of eight and twelve, the colored lamps on the great tree began to twinkle until it was a blaze of glory from the lowermost branches to the great glittering star on the top.
What a wave of applause greeted this illumination. Then some one in the throng took up the carol the children were singing and in a moment thousands of throats were pouring forth the happiness of Yuletide. The people"s enthusiasm seemed boundless.
But though the lights of the great tree revealed joyous countenances everywhere, the scouts could single out three in the group on the platform that seemed far happier than the rest. In truth, tears of joy were coursing down old Nanny Haskell"s cheeks as she sat there hugging the form of Genevieve to her and listening to the rejoicing of the vast throng. And close beside them, her arm about the old nurse"s shoulder, sat a very happy mother.
All through the ceremonies they stayed, lingering even till the lights on the big tree began to go out in groups. And when the star on the top, after a preliminary wink, went dark too, they turned and made their way slowly across the square to where their cutter, a hired driver in the seat, stood waiting.
"Well, fellows," said Bruce, as with a jingle of bells the sleigh started in the direction of St. Cloud City, "I guess old Nanny"s Christmas won"t be such a sad one after all, thanks to Bud, here."
And then with boisterous shouts of "Merry Christmas, everybody," the scouts all started for home.
The End