"An" they say the parson took it?"
"Yes, some do."
"An" didn"t they find the iron box?"
"No."
"Did they look beneath the ashes?"
"They searched every nook and corner, and even sifted the ashes, but could find nothing."
"An" didn"t Billy say nuthin"?"
"No, he was too weak. He tried to speak after the parson had carried him out, but no one could understand him."
Tony did not speak for a while, but remained lost in thought.
"Steve," he at length remarked. "I"d like to go to that old place. Will ye go with me?"
"What! to-night?"
"Yes, right away."
"It will be dark there now, Tony. Why not wait until morning?"
"No, no. I must go to-night. We kin git a lantern, an" I want a shovel, too. Will ye come?"
"Yes, if you want me," was Stephen"s reluctant reply. "But you might as well save yourself the trouble. The place has been so thoroughly searched by daylight that I don"t see we can do much at night. Anyway, I shall go with you."
Together they moved on their way up the road, Stephen carrying his peevy upon his shoulder. As they came to the store he stopped.
"Wait here, Tony," he said, "till I run in and get the mail. I shall be only a minute."
Entering the building he found Farrington sitting behind the counter writing. He looked up as Stephen entered, and laid down his pen. He was affable to all now, for election day was but a week off, and he needed every vote.
"Raftin" all done, Steve?" he asked as he handed out the mail.
"Yes, all finished," was the reply.
"Ye"ll be to the p"litical meetin" to-night, Steve, won"t ye?"
"Oh, I had forgotten all about it."
"But ye must come. I want ye to hear what I hev to say. Gadsby"ll be thar, an" I"ve got a dose fer "im which he won"t soon fergit. I"ll show "im a thing or two, an" the people"ll learn that they need a real, live practical man for councillor. Ye must certainly come."
"I"m not sure that I can come," Stephen replied. "I have an engagement to-night. I may be there, however, if I can get through in time. But I must be off now; Tony"s waiting for me."
At these last words Farrington started, and an expression of concern swept over his face. He leaned anxiously forward and looked intently at Stephen.
"Did ye say that Tony Stickles is out thar?"
"Yes. He has just arrived."
"Why, w--what"s he back so soon fer?"
"Special business, so he tells me. But I must be off."
Stephen noted Farrington"s remarkable interest in Tony"s return, and wondered what it meant. He had no mind to tell him about Dan, for he preferred to have as few words as possible with this man who was such a thorn in the flesh. He left Farrington standing in the door and proceeded with Tony up the road. As they moved along he noticed how his companion lagged behind. Usually he was such a rapid walker, and this slowness was a surprise to Stephen.
"Are you not well, Tony?" he asked.
"I"m all right," was the reply. "I"ve had a long walk to-day."
"Since when?"
"Daybreak."
"And did you rest?"
"No."
"Look here," and Stephen faced sharply about "Have you had anything to eat to-day?"
Tony"s face flushed, and he gave a slight, evasive laugh. But Stephen was not to be put off.
"No, that won"t do. I want to know. Have you been walking all day without any food?"
"Oh, I didn"t mind, Steve. I was in a hurry to get home. Besides I--"
"Yes, I know," interrupted Stephen. "You didn"t have your pay, and were too proud to beg. Oh, you"re a great one. But you shall have supper with me at once before you go digging among those ashes."
For a while Tony was stubborn, but in the end Stephen led him off in triumph. Supper was ready, and Mrs. Frenelle gave the visitor a hearty welcome, and in his own quaint way he told of his work in the woods, and his experience on the drive.
"I feel like a new man," he said, rising from the table. "I was about tuckered out. Now I"m ready fer that bizness up yon. Guess we"ll turn up somethin" tonight, or my name ain"t Tony Stickles."
It was quite dark by the time they reached the ruins of the old house. The lantern threw its fitful light over the charred sticks and blackened stones.
"My! this is a scary place!" Tony exclaimed as he glanced around. "Poor old Billy was good to me, an" many a square meal I"ve had here. Now let"s begin operations."
The wreck of the old-fashioned chimney stood out gaunt and desolate, while the large fire-place was filled with sticks and stones. These Tony began to clear away, tossing them far from the foundation. Placing the lantern in a secure position, Stephen a.s.sisted him in his task. Why he did so he could not tell, but there was something so sure and masterful about Tony"s words and actions that he felt compelled to do something.
"Now fer the shovel, Steve. We"ll soon see what"s here," and Tony began to dig up ashes and earth in a lively manner. "I think this is the place.
Yes, right down under the big hearth-stone, a little to the right. He told me about it time an" time agin. Poor Billy! Poor Billy! Ye never thought it "ud come to this."
Stephen was all attention now. He watched Tony, digging and talking, uncertain whether the lad was really in his right mind. Had the fearful experience in Giant Gorge turned his brain? he wondered. He had read of such things. There was something uncanny about the way Tony talked to himself, and, brave though he was, a strange feeling crept through Stephen"s body, making him long to be away from the spot. And still the digging went on, down through the yielding soil.
"Should be here purty close," Tony remarked. "Under the hearth-stone, well to the right. I ought to be near--h.e.l.lo! what"s this?"