Instead of a very solemn and severe rebuke, Verty was surprised to hear Mr. Roundjacket say, in a low and thoughtful voice:--
"You need not work any to-day, Verty--you can go home if you like. Mr.
Rushton is unwell, and wishes to be quiet."
"Unwell?" said the boy, "you don"t mean sick?"
"Not precisely, but indisposed."
"I will go and see him," said the boy, moving towards the door. Mr.
Roundjacket interposed with his ruler, managing that instrument pretty much as a marshal does his baton.
"No," he said, "that is impossible, young man. But you need give yourself no uneasiness--Mr. Rushton is only a little out of sorts. You will find him quite well to-morrow. Return home now. There is your rifle."
These words were uttered with so much decision, that Verty made no further objection.
"Well," he said, with his thoughtful smile, "I"m very sorry Mr.
Rushton is sick, but I"m glad I can go and hunt some for _ma mere_.
Must I go now, sir?"
"Yes, and come early to-morrow, there"s some work; and besides, your measure for the clothes must be taken."
Verty nodded indifferently, and taking up his rifle, went out, followed by Longears.
CHAPTER XV.
THE PEDLAR AND THE NECKLACE.
Verty mounted Cloud again, and set forward toward Apple Orchard. That place very soon rose upon his sight, and riding up to the house Verty encountered the good-humored Squire, who was just coming in from the fields.
"Good morning, Squire," said the boy, smiling, "may I go and see Redbud, if you please?"
The Squire laughed.
"Redbud? What, at school, yonder?"
"Yes, sir."
The good-natured old gentleman looked at the boy"s frank face, and admired its honest, ingenuous expression.
"I don"t see why you should"nt, Verty," he replied, "if you don"t go too often, and keep my little "Bud from her lessons."
"Oh! no, sir."
"Go, go by all means--it will be of service to her to see home faces, and you are something like home to her. Short as the distance is, I can"t leave my farm, and we can"t have "Bud with us every week, as I should wish."
"I"ve just come from there," said Verty, "and Redbud is very well, and seems to like the place. There is a man who comes there to see Miss Sallianna, and Redbud most dies laughing at him--I mean, I suppose she does. His name is Mr. Jinks."
"What! the great Jinks? the soldier, the fop, the c.o.xcomb and swaggerer!" laughed the Squire.
Verty nodded.
"That"s the very man, sir," he said, "and I saw him to-day. I came back, and found Mr. Rushton wanted to be quiet, and Mr. Roundjacket said I might go and hunt some for _ma mere_"
"Go, then, Verty; that is, if you won"t stop to dinner."
"I don"t think I can, sir--I should like to see Miss Lavinia, though, if--"
"Out visiting," said the Squire.
This removed all Verty"s scruples; he had virtually done what he promised Redbud, and would now go and see her, because the Squire had a better right to decide than even Miss Lavinia. He, therefore, bowed, with a smiling look, to the old gentleman, and continued his way toward the lodge of his mother.
He had reached the foot of the hill upon which the cabin was situated, when he saw before him, seated on a log by the side of the bridle-path he was following, one of those pedlars of former times, who were accustomed to make the circuit of the countryside with their packs of wares and stuffs--peripatetic merchants, who not unfrequently practised the trade of Autolycus.
This man seemed to be a German; and when he spoke, this impression was at once verified. He informed Verty that he was tired, very hungry, had travelled a long way, and would be obliged to his honor for a little bit of something, just to keep body and soul together till he reached "Wingester." He had gone toward the house, he said, but a dog there had scared him, and n.o.body seemed stirring.
Verty very readily a.s.sented to this request, and first stabling Cloud, accompanied the German pedlar to the cabin. The old Indian woman was out in the woods gathering some herbs or roots, in the properties of which she was deeply learned; and in her absence, Wolf had mounted guard over the lodge and its contents. The pedlar had approached, intent on begging, and, if possible, larceny; but Wolf had quickly bared a double row of long, sharp teeth, which ceremony he had accompanied with an ominous growl, and this had completely daunted Autolycus, who had retreated with precipitation.
Wolf now made no further objection to his entry, seeing that Verty accompanied him; and the two persons went into the house.
"_Ma mere"s_ away somewhere," said Verty; "but we can broil some venison. Wait here: I"ll go and get it."
The boy, humming one of the old border songs, opened a door in the rear of the lodge, and pa.s.sed into a sort of covered shed, which was used as a store-room by the old woman.
The door closed behind him.
The pedlar looked around; the two hounds were lazily pawing each other in the sun, before the door, and no sound disturbed the silence, but their low whining, as they yawned, or the faint cry of some distant bird.
The pedlar muttered a cautious "goot!" and looked warily around him.
Nothing worth stealing was visible, at least nothing small enough to carry away.
His prying eye, however, detected an old chest in the corner, half covered with deer and other skins, and the key of this chest was in the lock.
The pedlar rose cautiously, and listened.
The young man was evidently preparing the venison steaks from the noise he made, an occupation which he accompanied with the low, Indian humming.
The pedlar went on the points of his toes to the chest, carefully turned the key, and opened it. With a quick hand he turned over its contents, looking round cautiously.
After some search, he drew forth a silver spoon, and what seemed to be a necklace of red beads, the two ends of which were brought together by a circular gold plate. Just as the pedlar thrust these objects into his capacious breast-pocket, the door opened, and Verty entered.
But the boy did not observe him--he quickly and cautiously closed the chest, and began examining one of the skins on the lid.
Verty looked up from the steaks in his hand, observed the occupation of the pedlar, and began to laugh, and talk of his hunting.