Britton set out for him, he sought the dilapidated little Broad Run grocery. The building was of logs, and had a pair of deer"s antlers over the door for a sign that it was in one sense a public house. The low door, with its threshold on the level of the ground, the one square, dingy little window, and the shabby stick chimney, in the c.h.i.n.ks of which the clay plaster was cleaving, gave the place a run-down expression. In looking at the building, one got a notion that it would like to slink away if it could. Zeke found n.o.body in but the proprietor, a boozy-headed looking man, with his hands usually in his trousers"
pockets, and his swollen eye-lids never wide open. The stock of groceries was small; two barrels of corn-whisky and one of mola.s.ses were the dominant elements; a quart cup and some gla.s.ses stood on a dirty unpainted poplar counter, beside a pair of scales. The whole interior had a harmonious air of sloth, stupidity, and malpropriety; and its compound odors were as characteristic as indescribable. Zeke waited about awhile, wondering that no one should have come to the rendezvous.
"Where"s Jake Hogan?" he enquired of the "grocery-keeper."
"I dunno."
Zeke had antic.i.p.ated this answer. The man never did know anything but the price of his liquors. It was the safest way for one who kept such a resort and heard so many confidences, and it was a way of answering questions that required the least exertion.
"But I wuz to meet him here."
"Oh, you wuz!" Then, after awhile, he asked, "Been over to his house?"
"No."
The grocery-keeper did not say any more, but Zeke conjectured that the meeting had adjourned to Jake Hogan"s cabin for greater privacy. Zeke made his way over there with much stumbling, for the night was rather a dark one in the woods. The cabin which was now owned and occupied by Hogan was, like most of the Broad Run dwellings, built of round logs with the bark on; that is to say, the bark had been left on when the house was built, but years of rain and sun had peeled off about half of it, and left the house spotted and ragged. There was but one room, and one might enter this without ceremony, for the door stood wide open, though not on account of hospitality. This door was made of heavy puncheons and had originally hung on wooden hinges, but the uppermost hinge had come off six months before, and though Jake had ""lowed to fix it" nearly every day since, it had not been repaired, for Hogan was a public-spirited citizen, deeply interested in politics, and in reformatory movements like the present one for hanging Tom Grayson; and it was not to be expected that such a man could, in the nature of things, spare time to put a paltry hinge on a door, when grave questions were always likely to be mooted at the grocery. So every morning the clumsy door was lifted aside; at bed-time it was with difficulty partly hoisted and partly shoved back into its place. If the night was very warm, the ceremony of closing the door was omitted. Locks were not necessary in a neighborhood like Broad Run, where honesty was hardly a virtue, there being so little temptation to theft. Jake"s house contained a rude home-made bedstead of poles, and two or three stools of the householder"s own manufacture. Hogan ""lowed" some day to make one or two more stools and a table. At present, he and his wife patiently ate from skillet and pot, until the table should be made. It was something to have conceived the notion of a table, and with that Jake rested. There was a large fire-place built of sticks and clay; it had stones for andirons and was further furnished with a pot, not to mention a skillet, which stood on two legs and a stone and had lost its handle.
Jake always "lowed he"d get a new skillet; but he postponed it until he should have more money than was absolutely needful to buy indispensable clothes and whisky with. There was also a hoe, on which Mrs. Jake baked cold water hoe-cakes when she had company to supper. For shovel, a rived clapboard had been whittled into a handle at one end. Some previous owner had been rich enough and extravagant enough to have the four-light window glazed, but all the panes were now broken. An old hat, too shabby even for Jake to wear, filled the place of one of the squares of gla.s.s; the rest of the sash was left open for light and ventilation.
Secure as Jake and his party felt from legal interference, they had chosen to retire to this cabin instead of remaining at the grocery. This secrecy was rather an involuntary tribute of respect for the law than an act of caution. Mrs. Hogan, whose household duties were of the lightest, had been sent away, and into Jake"s cabin a party of twenty had crowded, so far as was possible for them to get in. Some stood outside of the door, and Zeke had to find a place at the broken window in order to hear what was going on. This was a muster of the leaders and the center of the party; one of the "boys" had been sent to the camp-ground to seek recruits who were not to be trusted in this council of war. The recruits were notified to a.s.semble at the cross-roads ""twix midnight un moon-up."
The first that Zeke made out was that Jake was relieving his mind in a little speech:
"D" yeh know they"ve gone un set up the k-yards onto us, boys? Soon"s Uncle Lazar h-yer tole me"t Bob McCord ud come over h-yer a-huntin", I know"d he wuz arter sumpin" ur nother besides b"ars. Bob"s purty tol"able cute, but he a"n"t the on"y cute feller in the worl". Me"n"
Uncle Lazar jes laid fer "im. Ketch Jake Hogan asleep, won" cheh! Uncle Lazar, thar, when he seen Bob a-comin" down the run weth a b"ar on "is shoulder, he jes" soaks "im weth whisky, un then "im un S"manthy worms it out "v "m what he wuz a-loafin" over yer fer un not at the eenques".
He would n" noways tell Uncle Lazar, but he"s kind-uh fond uv S"manthy, un she"s smart, S"manthy is. She jes" kind-uh saf-sawdered "im un coaxed "im up, tell he could n" keep it in no longer, bein" a leetle meller, un he tole "er "t "e wuz a-spying aroun" so"s to let the shurruff know "f we"d got wind uv "is plans, un "t "e expected to have the larf on Jake to-morry. But Uncle Lazar "n" me "ve got that fixed up, un Bob wuzn"t more"n out-uh sight afore Uncle Lazar wuz a trit-trottin" "n "is way, yeh know, fer Jake Hogan"s. Bob"s a-comin" over to-morry to fetch back Uncle Lazar"s mar" un have the larf onto us. But he took jes" one too many pulls at Lazar"s jug." Here Jake paused to vent a laugh of self-complacency and exultation.
"Thunder "n" light"in", Jake," called out one of the party who stood outside of the door, beyond the light of the flickering blaze on the hearth, "what did Bob tell S"manthy? Why don" choo tell us, anyways?
You"re a long time a-gittin" to the p"int. The business afore this yer meetin" is to hang Tom Grayson to a short meter toon. Now you tell me, what"s Uncle Lazar"s whisky-jug got to do weth that? What"s the needcessity uv so much jaw?"
"Don" choo fret the cattle now," said Jake. "You want to know what Bob tole S"manthy? W"y ut the shurruff was a-sendin" Tom Grayson f"om the eenques" over to Perrysburg jail to git him out-uh your way. I "low that"s got sumpin" to do weth the business afore the meetin" hain"t it?"
"Maybe he wuz a-foolin" S"manthy," said the interlocutor, in a voice a little subdued.
"Maybe he _wuzn"t_," retorted Jake.
"He wuz drunk ez a fool," piped up Uncle Lazar in a quivering treble.
"He mus" "a" tuck "most a quart out-uh my jug, un he could n" stan"
straight w"en "e went away. He tuck keer never to say Perrysburg to me, but he talked about shootin" you-all down at Moscow, jes zif shootin"-irons wuz a-goin" to skeer sech a devilish pa.s.sel uv fellers ez you-all. I could n" git nuthin" more out "v "m. But I seed all the time "t they wuz sumpin" kinday kep" in, like. He on"y let on to S"manthy arter I"d gone outay doors, un when he wuz thes chock full un one over.
Un he tied S"manthy up so orful tight about it, she kinday hated to tell me, un I had to thes tell "er "t she mus"."
"Jes y"all look at the case," said Jake, with a clumsy oratorical gesture. "Tom"s uncle"s one uv them ar rich men what always gets the"r own way, somehow ur nuther. That"s what we"re up fer. Ef we don"t settle this yer business by a short cut acrost the woods, they"ll be a pack uv lawyers a-provin" that black"s white, un that killin" hain"t no murder noways, un Tom"ll git off "cause he"s got kin what kin pay fer the law, un buy up the jury liker"n not. A pore man don" stan" no kind uv a chance in this yer dodrotted country. Down in North Kerliny, whar I come from, "t wuz different. Now I say sa.s.s fer the goose is--"
"Aw, well, what"s sa.s.s got to do weth the question, Jake? We"re all in favor uv the pore man, cause that"s us," said his opponent, from outside the door.
"Well," retorted Jake, "what would ole Tom do for young Tom "t this time? Ainh? Jes you screw up yer thinkin" machine, ef you"ve got ary one, un tell me that. Wouldn" he jes nat"rally get the shurruff to put out to Perrysburg weth "im, un then git a change uv venoo, un then buy up a jury un a pa.s.sel uv dodrotted lawyers un git "im off; ur else hire some feller to break open the jail un sen" the young scamp to t" other side of the Mississip"? It stan"s to nater "t Tom Grayson"s in Perrysburg jail to-night."
"Un it stan"s to nater," said one of the company, "that Broad Run"s a-goin" to make a frien"ly visit to the nex" county to-night. Un it stan"s to nater we"re goin" to settle Hank Plunkett"s hash at the next "lection fer shurruff."
"Now yer a-talkin" sense," cried another of the crowd.
As soon as it was clear that the meeting was in favor of going to Perrysburg, the gathering began to break up, some of the men feeling by this time a strong gravitation towards the grocery. Zeke went to Jake Hogan and explained that he "mus" be a-goin"."
"You know," he added, "I"ve ruther got to steal my hoss. The ole man Britton mout lemme have one ef the ole woman"d let _him_. But I know she jest nat"rally won"t. So I"d better go back un git to bed, then when the folks is asleep I"ll crawl out."
XVIII
ZEKE
Two things lay heavy on Zeke Tucker"s mind as he hastened toward Britton"s. For the life of him he could not tell whether Perrysburg was the destination to which Bob wished to send Jake, or whether Jake might not be right in supposing that Bob had incautiously betrayed his own secret. But this was Bob"s affair; what troubled him most was to devise a way by which he could get possession of a piece of candle. Mrs.
Britton would not allow a hired man to have a light. "Any man that could n" feel "is way into bed mus" be simple," she said.
Zeke found the old people out of bed later than usual. Mrs. Britton had been churning, and the b.u.t.ter "took a con_tra_ry streak," as she expressed it, and refused to come until she and the old man had churned alternately for two hours. She was working the b.u.t.ter when Zeke came in and sat down. Watching his chance, he managed to s.n.a.t.c.h a tiny bit of candle-end that had been carefully laid up on the mantel-piece. But when Mrs. Britton"s lighted candle flickered in its socket, she went to get the piece that was already in Zeke"s pocket.
"I declare to goodness," she said, as she fumbled among the bits of string and other trumpery on the shelf, "where"s that piece of candle gone to? Do you know, Cyrus?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "WHERE"S THAT PIECE OF CANDLE GONE TO?"]
This question was addressed to her husband, who never did know where anything she wanted "had gone to." But she always gave vent to her feelings by asking him, and he always answered, as he did now, with an impa.s.sive "No."
"Zeke, d" you see that short piece of candle that was here on the shelf?"
Zeke rose and affected to look for it.
"I don"t see nothin" uv it," he said at length.
"Well, if the rats ain"t a-gittin" no better fast. Who"d a" believed they"d "a" got up on the shelf?" So saying, she reluctantly lighted a fresh candle to take her b.u.t.ter to the spring.
By the time she was well out of the back door, Zeke, with one eye on the lethargic Britton, who was now a-doze in his chair, raked a hot coal from the ashes, and blowing it to a flame lighted his bit of candle with it. Then he quickly climbed to the loft, and opening the window-shutter put the candle in the gla.s.sless window on the side of the chimney toward Perrysburg. He was shivering for fear the old woman would see the light, though she was at the other end of the house, and he was yet more afraid that Bob would not see it before it should burn out. Hearing, at length, the crack of Bob"s rifle, he extinguished the expiring wick and slipped down the ladder without arousing the slumbering old man.
"I expect they"s another man shot," said Mrs. Britton, when she came back. If she had ever been a planter"s wife her p.r.o.nunciation had probably degenerated, though her archaic speech was perhaps a shade better than the "low down" language of Broad Run.
"Why?" asked Zeke.
"Oh! I heerd a gun go off, un guns ain"t common at 9 o"clock at night.
An" I thought I saw a flicker uv light in our loft jus" now, but it went out as soon as the gun went off. It made me feel creepy, like the house was ha"nted." And she again began to look on the mantel-piece for the lost bit of candle which she was loath to give up.
"I"m a-goin" to bed," said Zeke, "ghos"s ur no ghos"s"; and he again mounted the ladder. After he had lain on the bed with his clothes on for an hour, keeping himself awake with difficulty, he felt sure that the old couple below stairs must be sound asleep. He softly opened the square window, the wooden shutter of which made no sound, as it swung on hinges of leather cut from an ancient boot-top. Then he climbed out on the projecting ends of the sticks which composed the chimney, and cautiously descended to the ground.
"Cyrus!" said Mrs. Britton to her husband; "didn"t you hear that noise?"
"What noise?"
"That scratchin" kind-uh noise inside of the chimbley."
"No, I don"t hear nothin""; and the old man made haste to resume his sleep where he had left off.