Wicker Bonner, Harvard
"h.e.l.lo, up there!" was what the deep, masculine voice shouted from the river. Anderson Crow was the first to distinguish the form of the speaker, and he was not long in deciding that it was far from ghost-like. With a word of command he brought his disorganised forces out of chaos and huddled them together as if to resist attack.
"What"s the matter with you?" he demanded, addressing his men in a loud tone. "Don"t get rattled!"
"Are you speaking to me?" called the fresh voice from below.
"Who are you?" demanded Mr. Crow in return.
"n.o.body in particular. What"s going on up there? What"s the fuss?"
"Come up an" find out." Then Mr. Crow, observing that the man below was preparing to comply, turned and addressed his squad in low, earnest tones. "This feller will bear watchin". He"s mixed up in this thing somehow. Else why is he wanderin" around here close to the house? I"ll question him."
"By gosh, he ain"t no ghost!" murmured Ed Higgins, eyeing the newcomer as he crawled up the bank. "Say, did y" see me a minute ago? If you fellers had come on, I was goin" right up to search that house from top to bottom. Was you all askeered to come?"
"Aw, you!" said Anderson Crow in deep scorn.
The next instant a stalwart young fellow stood before the marshal, who was eyeing him keenly, even imperiously. The newcomer"s good-looking, strong-featured face was lighted up by a smile of surpa.s.sing friendliness.
"It"s lonesome as thunder down here, isn"t it? Glad to see you, gentlemen. What"s up--a bicycle race?"
"No, sir; we got a little business up here, that"s all," responded Anderson Crow diplomatically. "What air you doin" here?"
"Skating. My name is Wicker Bonner, and I"m visiting my uncle, Congressman Bonner, across the river. You know him, I dare say. I"ve been hanging around here for a week"s hunting, and haven"t had an ounce of luck in all that time. It"s rotten! Aha, I see that you are an officer, sir--a detective, too. By George, can it be possible that you are searching for some one? If you are, let me in on it. I"m dying for excitement."
The young man"s face was eager and his voice rang true. Besides, he was a tall, athletic chap, with brawny arms and a broad back. Altogether, he would make a splendid recruit, thought Anderson Crow. He was dressed in rough corduroy knickerbockers, the thick coat b.u.t.toned up close to his m.u.f.fled neck. A woollen cap came down over his ears and a pair of skates dangled from his arm.
"Yes, sir; I"m a detective, and we are up here doin" a little investigatin". You are from Chicago, I see."
"What makes you think so?"
"Can"t fool me. I c"n always tell. You said, "I"ve _bean_ hangin","
instead of "I"ve _ben_ hangin"." See? They say _bean_ in Chicago. Ha!
ha! You didn"t think I could deduce that, did you?"
"I"ll confess that I didn"t," said Mr. Bonner with a dry smile. "I"m from Boston, however."
"Sure," interposed Isaac Porter; "that"s where the beans come from, Anderson."
"Well, that"s neither here nor there," said Mr. Crow, hastily changing the subject. "We"re wastin" time."
"Stayin" here, you mean?" asked Ed Higgins, quite ready to start.
Involuntarily the eyes of the posse turned toward the house among the willows. The stranger saw the concerted glance and made inquiry.
Whereupon Mr. Crow, a.s.sisted by seven men and five small boys, told Mr.
Wicker Bonner, late of Harvard, what had brought them from Tinkletown to the haunted house, and what they had seen upon their arrival. Young Bonner"s face glowed with the joy of excitement.
"Great!" he cried, fastening his happy eyes upon the hated thing among the trees. "Let"s search the place. By George, this is glorious!"
"Not on your life!" said Ed Higgins. "You can"t get me inside that house. Like as not a feller"d never come out alive."
"Well, better men than we have died," said Mr. Bonner tranquilly. "Come on; I"ll go in first. It"s all tommy-rot about the place being haunted.
In any event, ghosts don"t monkey around at this time of day. It"s hardly dusk."
"But, gosh dern it," exploded Anderson Crow, "we seen it!"
"I seen it first," said Isaac Porter proudly.
"But I heerd it first," peeped up Master Bud.
"You"ve all been drinking hard cider or pop or something like that,"
said the brawny scoffer.
"Now, see here, you"re gittin" fresh, an--" began the marshal, swelling up like a pigeon.
"Look out behind!" sang out Mr. Bonner, and Anderson jumped almost out of his shoes, besides ripping his shirt in the back, he turned so suddenly.
"Jeemses River!" he gasped.
"Never turn your back on an unknown danger," cautioned the young man serenely. "Be ready to meet it."
"If you"re turned t"other way you c"n git a quicker start if you want to run," suggested Jim Borum, bracing himself with a fresh chew of tobacco.
"What time is it?" asked Wicker Bonner.
Anderson Crow squinted up through the leafless treetops toward the setting sun; then he looked at the shadow of a sapling down on the bank.
"It"s about seven minutes past five--in the evenin"," he said conclusively. Bonner was impolite enough to pull out his watch for verification.
"You"re a minute fast," he observed; but he looked at Anderson with a new and respectful admiration.
"He c"n detect anything under the sun," said Porter with a feeble laugh at his own joke.
"Well, let"s go up and ransack that old cabin," announced Bonner, starting toward the willows. The crowd held back. "I"ll go alone if you"re afraid to come," he went on. "It"s my firm belief that you didn"t see anything and the noise you boys heard was the wind whistling through the trees. Now, tell the truth, how many of you saw it?"
"I did," came from every throat so unanimously that Jim Borum"s supplemental oath stood out alone and forceful as a climax.
"Then it"s worth investigating," announced the Boston man. "It is certainly a very mysterious affair, and you, at least, Mr. Town Marshal, should back me up in the effort to unravel it. Tell me again just what it was you saw and what it looked like."
"I won"t let no man tell me what my duties are," snorted Anderson, his stars trembling with injured pride. "Of course I"m going to solve the mystery. We"ve got to see what"s inside that house. I thought it was tramps at first."
"Well, lead on, then; I"ll follow!" said Bonner with a grin.
"I thought you was so anxious to go first!" exclaimed Anderson with fine tact. "Go ahead yourself, ef you"re so derned brave. I dare you to."
Bonner laughed loud enough to awaken every ghost in Bramble County and then strode rapidly toward the house. Anderson Crow followed slowly and the rest straggled after, all alert for the first sign of resistance.
"I wish I could find that derned lantern," said Anderson, searching diligently in the deep gra.s.s as he walked along, in the meantime permitting Bonner to reach the grim old doorway far in advance of him.