He acted instantly. He stepped forward, and dropped a steel-fingered hand on Asa"s shoulder.
"One single word, and I"ll kill you right here," muttered the Wolf, and Asa felt that it was no idle threat.
Asa did not need to be spoken to again. All the wickedness, all the blood-curdling threats that he had ever imagined, were in the Wolf"s touch on his collar. He was like a rabbit that suddenly sees the white fangs of the hound close above him.
He was dumb with fright. He gave his captor one quaking look, and obedient to the guiding hand, pa.s.sed out the door into the street. It was filled with people. The Wolf sought the most crowded side and mingled with the throngs.
In the meantime Porky and Beany, having secured their much-wished-for gum, a hard task on account of a penny jamming in the slot, turned to join their friend.
"Where"s old Asa? I bet he"s having a fit," said Beany, chewing comfortably.
"Look! Look!" said Beany suddenly, grasping his brother by the arm. "There at the door!"
Porky looked. "That"s Asa," he said. "Who"s he going off with-- Beany, it"s the Wolf!"
CHAPTER VIII
IN THE POWER OF THE WOLF
The Wolf, walking as though bent entirely on sightseeing, yet covering ground rapidly, led the way through the busiest part of the city, and into a quieter residential section, where he sat down on a bench just within a walled park. The Wolf was not conscious of his surroundings. He could only dwell on the fact that the boy at his side had recognized him, was following him.
He did not doubt for an instant that the secret service had made use of this seemingly innocent and simple tool.
Asa sat silent under the Wolf"s hand. He thought of his home. Little things occurred to him. Once he nearly giggled when he remembered how the collie played with the cat; and the Wolf, feeling his shoulders quiver, looked sharply at him. Asa thought of his father and the little dragged-out mother. He thought of the three thin, silent little sisters. They would miss him. He was so glad he had kissed them all that last night at home. It only went to prove what Colonel Bright had said. You were always glad afterwards. He was glad.
It was very dark as they walked slowly back to the entrance, the boys still stalking them. Outside the gate, the Wolf hesitated.
As he looked, a small figure slipped from a shadow across the light, whistled a peculiar bar of music, and sidled up.
"Didn"t expect to meet you here, Excellency," said the Weasel.
"What are you doing here?"
"Been working at the ammunition plants," said the little spy.
"Wish you"d give me some money. I"m stone broke. h.e.l.lo," as he spied Asa. "Where did you pick this up?"
"I"m taking him to the house," said the Wolf.
"Better let me have him, Excellency. I"ll drop him somewhere where he will be out of the way.
"I"ll take care of that," said the Wolf, snarling and sinking his steel fingers in Asa"s shoulder.
The Weasel looked at the man in disgust. "Well, let me have some money, Excellency."
"What for?" demanded his master.
"I have worked hard all day. I want to have a little fun with it. I have earned it.
"Not a cent!" rasped the Wolf. "I know you, drinking and gaming--not a cent! For asking you shall go out and earn your supper."
The Weasel whirled round at him. "You give me some money!" he whispered. In the excitement of the moment he seemed to lose his voice.
He seized the Wolf"s arm. With an oath the Wolf flung him away.
He staggered and went headlong. The shock seemed to infuriate him. He leaped silently at the Wolf. There was a sudden flash of steel, and the Weasel turned with a spring, whirled, and went down in a heap. The Wolf, almost before he touched the ground, tightened his grasp on Asa, and dodged back into the park.
Rapidly, through paths that seemed familiar, he gained another entrance, and emerged on a quiet street. Down this street he hurried the exhausted boy, turned suddenly into a bas.e.m.e.nt where it was pitch dark, and rapped on the door. It was a peculiar rap, and reminded Asa of telegraphy. In a moment the door swung open, they entered, the Wolf fastened the door behind him, and for the first time since he caught Asa, he let go of his shoulder. He struck a match and let the blaze shine in his face.
There was a queer grunt in the darkness. Without speaking, the Wolf clutched the boy once more, and led him up three flights of carpeted stairs, and into a huge room lighted by a couple of candles. It was the Wolf"s den.
He flung Asa into a big, ragged chair, and, throwing his goggles and hat on the table, sat down opposite Asa, and lighted a cigarette. Then, reaching under the table, he pulled out a big square box on rollers, and unlocked it with a key which he wore on his watch chain. He took out a bottle and gla.s.s. Pouring a full portion, he drained it at a gulp. Another and another gla.s.s he emptied. The fiery liquid went to his head. A new look came over his face.
"I"ve got you, haven"t I," he demanded of the boy. "I"ve got you, and this time I"m going to keep you!" He took another drink.
"How did you come to suspect who I was, you, little fool?" he demanded. "The day you came to see me in the Hospital and stood there saying, "Oh, yes," to everything I said--who put you on my track, eh? Somebody was smart--thought I would never notice a small boy, eh? ho did it?"
"n.o.buddy put me on anybuddy"s track," said Asa. "I just happened around every time."
"Of course!" said the Wolf. "Of course! You just happened a round. Funny, as you Americans say. And the letter in your pocket--it happens that I lost that letter through the idiocy of one of my servants. You happened to find that also, of course.
Where did you find it?"
Asa was silent. He determined not to tell.
"Now I want you to tell me the whole thing. If you tell me everything, I shall give you a great sum of money and let you go.
Won"t that be fine?"
He paused again, looking keenly at Asa.
"Come, come!" said the Wolf. "I do not like to be kept waiting.
You saw what I did to the little man down the street. I stabbed him. I am not afraid to tell you. I shall not stab you. Oh, no! You are a nice boy; you are going to tell me all about everything. That little man is dead now, quite dead. You would not like to be like that, would you? Well, you are going to get a lot of money, and go free, so you can have a nice time spending it. Come," he said in a level, patient tone. "Speak!"
Asa"s pale, terrified eyes were fixed on his tormentor, but still he was silent. The Wolf took a twenty-dollar gold piece from his pocket and laid it on the table before the boy.
"Twenty dollars in gold," he said. He took other pieces like it from his pocket and piled them up. "Wealth!"" he almost whispered. "Did you ever have as much money as that?"
Asa shook his head.
The Wolf leaned confidentially forward.
"Now tell me all about everything," he said coaxingly. He studied Asa.
Asa studied him in return. Like a fascinated bird staring at a snake, he looked at the cold, glittering eyes, the browned face, the sear on the cheek. As he looked, the sear slowly turned white. It gave the effect of its springing out into plain sight.
He looked carefully all over the Wolf. It was as though he wanted to remember every little detail. The Wolf smiled.
"Curious about me, are you?" he said with a snarl, his smile fading away. "Well, if you won"t speak, then I will have to talk. Now I want to know just who is tracking me, and just how much they think they know about me. And you are going to tell me everything."
Asa woke up. It felt to the tortured boy as though some cord in his heart or soul suddenly snapped and left him free. Asa, who had been always afraid to speak, was afraid no longer. Asa, who found speech difficult, spoke rapidly and violently.
"No, I ain"t," he shrilled. "I ain"t goin" to tell a word about nuthin". And when I get out of here, I"m goin" to tell the first policeman I see about that little thin man you stuck the knife into. And I ain"t afraid of you. Not a mite! I don"t care what you do to me, I ain"t goin" to tell!"