"Yeah," she said.

"Crawl way back in," Nick Adams said. He crawled back into the swamp, pulling his sack of fish. The swamp was mossy and not muddy there. Then he stood up and hid the sack behind the trunk of a cedar and motioned the girl to come further in. They went into the cedar swamp, moving as softly as deer.

"I know the one," Nick Adams said. "He"s a no good son of a b.i.t.c.h."

"He said he"d been after you for four years."

"I know."



"The other one, the big one with the spit tobacco face and the blue suit, is the one from down state."

"Good," Nick said. "Now we"ve had a look at them I better get going. Can you get home all right?"

"Sure. I"ll cut up to the top of the hill and keep off the road. Where will I meet you tonight, Nickie?"

"I don"t think you ought to come, Littless."

"I"ve got to come. You don"t know how it is. I can leave a note for our mother and Say I went with you and you"ll take good care of me."

"All right," Nick Adams said. "I"ll be where the big hemlock is that was struck by lightning. The one that"s down. Straight up from the cove. Do you know the one? On the shortcut to the road."

"That"s awfully close to the house."

"I don"t want you to have to carry the stuff too far."

"I"ll do what you say. But don"t take chances, Nickie."

"I"d like to have the rifle and go down now to the edge of the timber and kill both of those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds while they"re on the dock and wire a piece of iron on them from the old mill and sink them in the channel."

"And then what would you do?" his sister asked. "Somebody sent them."

"n.o.body sent that first son of a b.i.t.c.h."

"But you killed the moose and you sold the trout and you killed what they took from your boat."

"That was all right to kill that."

He did not like to mention what that was, because that was the proof they had.

"I know. But you"re not going to kill people and that"s why I"m going with you."

"Let"s stop talking about it. But I"d like to kill those two sons of b.i.t.c.hes."

"I know," she said. "So would I. But we"re not going to kill people, Nickie. Will you promise me?"

"No. Now I don"t know whether it"s safe to take her the trout."

"I"ll take them to her."

"No. They"re too heavy. I"ll take them through the swamp and to the woods in back of the hotel. You go straight to the hotel and see if she"s there and if everything"s all right. And if it is you"ll find me there by the big ba.s.swood tree."

"It"s a long way there through the swamp, Nickie."

"It"s a long way back from reform school, too."

"Can"t I come with you through the swamp? I"ll go in then and see her while you stay out and come back out with you and take them in."

"All right," Nick said. "But I wish you"d do it the other way."

"Why, Nickie?"

"Because you"ll see them maybe on the road and you can tell me where they"ve gone. I"ll see you in the second-growth wood lot in back of the hotel where the big ba.s.swood is."

Nick waited more than an hour in the second-growth timber and his sister had not come. When she came she was excited and he knew she was tired.

"They"re at our house," she said. "They"re sitting out on the screen porch and drinking whiskey and ginger ale and they"ve unhitched and put their horses up. They say they"re going to wait till you come back. It was our mother told them you"d gone fishing at the creek. I don"t think she meant to. Anyway I hope not."

"What about Mrs. Packard?"

"I saw her in the kitchen of the hotel and she asked me if I"d seen you and I said no. She said she was waiting for you to bring her some fish for tonight. She was worried. You might as well take them in.

"Good," he said. "They"re nice and fresh. I repacked them in ferns."

"Can I come in with you?"

"Sure," Nick said.

The hotel was a long wooden building with a porch that fronted on the lake. There were wide wooden steps that led down to the pier that ran far out into the water and here were natural cedar railings alongside the steps and natural cedar railings around the porch. There were chairs made of natural cedar on the porch and in them sat middle-aged people wearing white clothes. There were three pipes set on the lawn with spring water bubbling out of them, and little paths led to them. The water tasted like rotten eggs because these were mineral springs and Nick and his sister used to drink from them as a matter of discipline. Now coming toward the rear of the hotel, where the kitchen was, they crossed a plank bridge over a small brook running into the lake beside the hotel, and slipped into the back door of the kitchen.

"Wash them and put them in the ice box, Nickie," Mrs. Packard said. "I"ll weigh them later."

"Mrs. Packard," Nick said. "Could I speak to you a minute?"

"Speak up," she said. "Can"t you see I"m busy?"

"If I could have the money now."

Mrs. Packard was a handsome woman in a gingham ap.r.o.n. She had a beautiful complexion and she was very busy and her kitchen help were there as well.

"You don"t mean you want to sell trout. Don"t you know that"s against the law?"

"I know," Nick said. "I brought you the fish for a present. I mean my time for the wood I split and corded."

"I"ll get it," she said. "I have to go to the annex."

Nick and his sister followed her outside. On the board sidewalk that led to the icehouse from the kitchen she stopped and put her hands in her ap.r.o.n pocket and took out a pocketbook.

"You get out of here," she said quickly and kindly. "And get out of here fast. How much do you need?"

"I"ve got sixteen dollars," Nick said.

"Take twenty," she told him. "And keep that tyke out of trouble. Let her go home and keep an eye on them until you"re clear."

"When did you hear about them?"

She shook her head at him.

"Buying is as bad or worse than selling," she said. "You stay away until things quiet down. Nickie, you"re a good boy no matter what anybody says. You see Packard if things get bad. Come here nights if you need anything. I sleep light. Just knock on the window."

"You aren"t going to serve them tonight are you, Mrs. Packard? You"re not going to serve them for the dinners?"

"No," she said. "But I"m not going to waste them. Packard can eat half a dozen and I know other people that can. Be careful, Nickie, and let it blow over. Keep out of sight."

"Littless wants to go with me."

"Don"t you dare take her," Mrs. Packard said. "You come by tonight and I"ll have some stuff made up for you."

"Could you let me take a skillet?"

"I"ll have what you need. Packard knows what you need. I don"t give you any more money so "you"ll keep out of trouble."

"I"d like to see Mr. Packard about getting a few things."

"He"ll get you anything you need. But don"t you go near the store, Nick."

"I"ll get Littless to take him a note."

"Anytime you need anything," Mrs. Packard said. "Don"t you worry. Packard will be studying things out."

"Good-by, Aunt Halley."

"Good-by," she said and kissed him. She smelt wonderful when she kissed him. It was the way the kitchen smelled when they were baking. Mrs. Packard smelled like her kitchen and her kitchen always smelled good.

"Don"t worry and don"t do anything bad."

"I"ll be all right."

"Of course," she said. "And Packard will figure out something."

They were in the big hemlocks on the hill behind the house now. It was evening and the sun was down beyond the hills on the other side of the lake.

"I"ve found everything," his sister said. "It"s going to make a pretty big pack, Nickie."

"I know it. What are they doing?"

"They ate a big supper and now they"re sitting out on the porch and drinking. They"re telling each other stories about how smart they are."

"They aren"t very smart so far."

"They"re going to starve you out," his sister said. "A couple of nights in the woods and you"ll be back. You hear a loon holler a couple of times when you got an empty stomach and you"ll be back."

"What did our mother give them for supper?"

"Awful," his sister said.

"Good."

"I"ve located everything on the list. Our mother"s gone to bed with a sick headache. She wrote our father."

"Did you see the letter?"

"No. It"s in her room with the list of stuff to get from the store tomorrow. She"s going to have to make a new list when she finds everything is gone in the morning."

"How much are they drinking?"

"They"ve drunk about a bottle, I guess."

"I wish we could put knockout drops in it."

"I could put them in if you"ll tell me how. Do you put them in the bottle?"

"No. In the gla.s.s. But we haven"t got any."

"Would there be any in the medicine cabinet?"

"No."

"I could put paregoric in the bottle. They have another bottle. Or calomel. I know we"ve got those."

"No," said Nick. "You try to get me about half the other bottle when they"re asleep. Put it in any old medicine bottle."

"I better go and watch them," his sister said. "My, I wish we had knockout drops. I never even heard of them."

"They aren"t really drops," Nick told her. "It"s chloral hydrate. Wh.o.r.es give it to lumberjacks in their drinks when they"re going to jack roll them."

"It sounds pretty bad," his sister said. "But we probably ought to have some for in emergencies."

"Let me kiss you," her brother said. "Just for in an emergency. Let"s go down and watch them drinking. I"d like to hear them talk sitting in our own house."

"Will you promise not to get angry and do anything bad?"

"Sure."

"Nor to the horses, it"s not the horses" fault."

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