CHAPTER XXVII.
b.u.mPUS CALLS FOR THREE CHEERS.
THE mountaineer was the first to speak.
""Pears like I was interruptin" a leetle fambly reunion," he remarked, drily.
At any rate, Thad noticed, there did not seem to be any great show of anger in the actions or words of the man. Nor was he leveling that terrible gun, which had doubtless brought consternation into the hearts of more than one invading group of revenue officers in times past.
Indeed, Thad was rather inclined to think Old Phin looked remarkably docile, as though his claws had been pulled, and he no longer felt that the whole world was against him.
Mr. Quail, however, did not see things in this way. He was not aware of the great change that had come about in the Dady family, that threatened to remove from the Blue Ridge the most remarkable and picturesque figure the region had ever known.
"I"m ready to make that promise you once put before me, Phin!" he cried out, as if secretly fearing that harm might fall upon the head of his venturesome boy, because of his braving the moonshiner"s wrath by searching out the secret Still.
"Hit"s too late fur thet, Mistah Quail!" declared the other grimly.
"But surely you wouldn"t think of changing your mind now?" said the prisoner.
"Thet"s jest what I done, suh," answered Phin. "Polly, I"se noticin" as how yuh brung them byes up hyah tuh the old Still. Reckons as how yuh never"d dared do thet same on"y foh what"s c.u.m ter pa.s.s."
"Reckons as how I wudn"t, dad," replied the girl; who, somehow, did not seem to display any particular fear of the stern parent, such as might have been expected under the circ.u.mstances.
"Are you going to let me go free, Phin Dady?" demanded the prisoner, hoa.r.s.ely.
For answer the moonshiner stepped forward, and with a key he produced, released the iron that had been fastened about the ankle of the one-time revenue marshal.
"I give you the promise you wanted, Phin, and never will I tell a living soul where the hiding-place of your Still lies," Mr. Quail declared, trying to conceal his emotion as a brave man might.
"Thet"s good o" ye, Mistah Quail," remarked the other, with one of his dry chuckles that somehow Thad liked to hear.
"And more than that, Phin," continued the other, earnestly, "I agree never again to enter these mountains in search of the men who live here, and who believe they have a right to make this moonshine stuff as they please, whether the authorities down in Washington let them or not. I"ve resigned as a marshal, Phin. You and your friends will never have to think of me again as an enemy. And I suppose then that the curious public will never get the sight of this famous Still of yours, that I boasted they would."
"Thet"s whar yuh makes a mistake, suh," said the old man, with a wide grin. "I reckons now as it"s a gwine to be ther trade mark ter be used on ther bottles. I be"n tole thet it ort ter help make sales, w"en they knows the new medicine, made outen roots an" yarbs got in ther mountings, an" wich cures all kinds o" shakes an" chills like magic, is manufactured in ther same old Still as Phin Dady cooked moonshine stuff foh nigh on ten hull yeahs."
"What"s that?" exclaimed the late prisoner, while Polly laughed softly, like one who sees a new life opening up before her.
Thad began to see glimpses of light. He remembered the strange words used by the girl from time to time. Yes, there _had_ a change taken place; things were never going to be the same as they had been in the past. Accident had opened the eyes of the old mountaineer, and he had discovered a way to make money, with the Government for, not against him.
"W"y, yuh see," he began, rather clumsily; when Polly took the words from his mouth, being so full of the subject that she just could not hold in.
"He used ter make up a kind o" medicine w"enever we gut ther shakes, an"
it did the bizness the slickest yuh ever did see, suh," she started to say. "Thar was a man as kim erlong heah, an" heerd "bout hit. So he sez as how he"d like ter take a bottle erlong, and hev it tested. W"ich they done, an" writ as how it was sich a wonder thet p"raps dad, he cud supply ther trade. An" on"y yist"day he done gits a letter, suh, as binds ther bargain. Old Phin, he ain"t agwine tuh make moonshine no moah. We"s ameanin" tuh go tuh town, jest as soon"s we heahs from ther people in Washington, as these drug men hes gone ter see. Yuh know hit wudn"t be nice if they sot on my dad as soon as he showed up, an" locked him in prison, "case as how he use ter make mounting dew on ther sly."
Crudely expressed as it was, Thad understood the whole story now. It fairly took his breath away, it was so strange. To think of this gaunt old mountaineer having discovered a medicine that was going to prove as great a benefit to mankind as the stuff he had been hitherto manufacturing was a curse! It was almost too wonderful for belief.
"Do you mean that the gentlemen who mean to handle the product of your Still in the future are trying to get the authorities to wipe all the past off the slate, and let your father start fresh?" asked Mr. Quail.
"Thems erbout hit, suh," Polly replied, nodding her head. "Hand we-uns "spect ter live in town arter this, whar p"raps I kin wear a hat, an"
hev sum shoes as hain"t big ernuff fur a man, an" git some larnin" in school. Soon"s as we knows, we reckons on movin"."
"And Phin Dady, perhaps I might be of a.s.sistance to you down at Washington, once I get to a barber, and look something respectable,"
said the late prisoner.
"D"ye mean thet ye don"t hold no grudge agin me foh what I done tuh ye?"
demanded the old moonshiner, evidently surprised.
"That"s just what I mean," replied the other, heartily. "Outside of keeping me a prisoner, and even that was partly my fault, you"ve not been harder on me than one might expect. And I"m so happy now, with this n.o.ble lad by my side, and the knowledge that my wife still lives, that I couldn"t bear you any ill feeling. I hope you"ll be a big success in your new business; and here"s my hand, if you care to take it."
"Hurrah!" cried Bob, feeling like throwing up his hat when he saw the two men, enemies for so long, shaking hands in a friendly way.
Thad himself had never felt so light-hearted. It seemed as though all of their troubles had suddenly taken flight, and the future looked bright indeed. This hike through the Blue Ridge had turned out ten times more wonderful than any of them had ever dreamed, when the undertaking was first discussed, away up in Cranford. It had given Bob back a father whom he had believed was dead; and presently Bertha, too, would be taken from the guardian who had no real legal right to her charge.
The Boy Scouts would be able to go back to their home town with a feather in their hats, after accomplishing so many wonderful things.
But how were they going to get down to the faraway camp? Would Mr.
Quail, who must be weak on account of having been kept in the cavern so long, be able to stand the rough trip? Perhaps, after all, they had better stay there during the balance of the night, and wait for daylight to come.
Thad was perfectly willing to leave all this to the gentleman himself; and presently he became aware that they were even then discussing it.
His long and bitter a.s.sociation with those cold walls, and that Still, must have given Mr. Quail a dislike for the sight of them; because he expressed himself as only too willing to start down without delay.
"It"s true that I"m not as strong as I might be right now," he admitted; "but that weakness ought to pa.s.s away as I get the fresh air. Besides, having my boy at my side will work wonders. Yes, please do not let my condition keep us here one minute longer than is absolutely necessary."
And so they all started down. Since there was no longer any need for secrecy, Polly carried the lantern along.
After all, it was not such very hard work. With a light to show them what they had to avoid, and a pilot who knew every foot of the mountainside, they made very fair progress indeed. Even Mr. Quail declared he was getting stronger all the time, as he drew in big quant.i.ties of the sweet mountain air, so different from that he had been enduring so long, tainted with the fumes of the Still.
Once Polly halted, and drew their attention to a light far down.
"Thet"s yer fire," was what she said, simply; and both Bob and Thad allowed their gaze to fall upon the flicker with a sense of deep satisfaction; for they knew that they were about to prove to be messengers of good tidings to those tried and true comrades so anxiously awaiting their return.
Thad forgot that his feet burned, and that his muscles cried out in protest against such unusual exertion; the thing that had happened was of so wonderful a nature that every time he thought about it he told himself he ought to consider himself equal to the task of walking up and down hill all the remainder of the night, without a single groan or falter.
Now they were evidently drawing nearer the lower part of the mountain.
Glimpses they caught of the camp-fire told them this good news. Besides, Thad really began to recognize his surroundings.
And he was not so very much surprised when Polly suddenly stopped and pointing to the rock at her feet, remarked:
"Hit war right thar, dad, as I got cort by ther foot; an" on thet ledge yonder ther cat squatted, agrowlin" and spittin" like the Ole Nick, and meanin" tuh jump right on me. See, hyars a stick thet helped tuh beat him off. An" as yuh knows, "twar this same boy, Thad they calls "im, as dun fixed Uncle Cliff up, so"s Nate an" Tom, they cud fotch him acrost tuh ther doc. Reckon we ort tuh do all we kin ter show "em ther Dady fambly hes gut feelins."
"Sh.o.r.e we ort, gal, an" we"s agwine tuh do thet same," declared Old Phin.
"We don"t doubt it," said Thad, more or less affected by these evidences of grat.i.tude on the part of the mountaineer and his daughter. "What I did was only a little thing you know, that could hardly count."
"But hit saved Cliff"s life, an" thet meant sumthin" foh him," the girl continued, with a shake of her tousled head. "Come erlong, an" let"s git down thar. Reckons as how a cup o" coffee"d taste right good tuh yuh dad."