"They both of them done died years and years ago," answered the boy.
"I can"t tell you how long back it was, but I reckon I don"t know much about it. I must have been a small child."
"Ho--a small child!" cried the judge, laughing. He c.o.c.ked his head on one side and surveyed Hannibal Wayne Hazard with a glance of comic seriousness. "A small child and in G.o.d"s name what do you call yourself now? To hear you talk one would think you had dabbled your feet in the Flood!"
"I"m most ten," said Hannibal, with dignity.
"I can well believe it," responded the judge. "And with this weight of years, where did you come from and how did you get here?"
"From across the mountains."
"Alone?"
"No, sir. Mr. Yancy fetched me--part way." The boy"s voice broke when he spoke his Uncle Bob"s name, and his eyes swam with tears, but the judge did not notice this.
"And where are you going?"
"To West Tennessee."
"Have you any friends there?"
"Yes, sir."
"You"ve money enough to see you through?" and what the judge intended for a smile of fatherly affection became a leer of infinite cunning.
"I got ten dollars."
"Ten dollars--" the judge smacked his lips once. "Ten dollars" he repeated, and smacked his lips twice. There was a brief silence, in which he seemed to give way to pleasant reveries.
From beyond the open door of the shanty came a mult.i.tude of night sounds. The moon had risen, and what had been a dusty country road was now a streak of silver in the hot light. The purple flush on the judge"s face, where the dignity that belonged to age had gone down in wreck, deepened. The spa.r.s.e, white frost above his ears was damp with sweat.
He removed his stock, opened his shirt at the neck, and cast aside his coat; then he lighted a blackened pipe, filled his gla.s.s, and sank back in his chair. The long hours of darkness were all before him, and his senses clothed themselves in rich content. Once more his glance rested on the boy. Here, indeed, was a guest of whom one might make much and not err--he felt all the benevolence of his nature flow toward him. Ten dollars!
"Certainly the tavern would have been no place for you! Well, thank G.o.d, it wasn"t necessary for you to go there. You are more than welcome here.
I tell you, when you know this place as I know it, you"ll regard every living soul here with suspicion. Keep "em at arm"s length!" he sank his voice to an impressive whisper. "In particular, I warn you against a certain Solomon Mahaffy. You"ll see much of him; I haven"t known how to rebuff the fellow without being rude--he sticks to me like my shadow.
He"s profited by my charity and he admires my conversation and affects my society, but don"t tell him you have so much as a rusty copper, for he will neither rest nor eat nor sleep until he"s plucked you--tell him nothing--leave him to me. I keep him--there--" the judge extended his fat hands, "at arm"s length. I say to him metaphorically speaking--"so close, but no closer. I"ll visit you when sick, I"ll pray with you when dying, I"ll chat with you, I"ll eat with you, I"ll smoke with you, and if need be, I"ll drink with you--but be your intimate? Never! Why?
Because be"s a d.a.m.ned Yankee! These are the inextinguishable feelings of a gentleman. I am aware they are out of place in this age, but what"s bred in the bone will show in the flesh. Who says it won"t, is no gentleman himself and a liar as well! My place in the world was determined two or three hundred years ago, and my ancestors spat on such cattle as Mahaffy and they were flattered by the attention!" The judge, powerfully excited by his denunciation of the unfortunate Mahaffy, quitted his chair and, lurching somewhat as he did so, began to pace the floor.
"Take me for your example, boy! You may be poor, you may possibly be hungry you"ll often be thirsty, but through it all you will remain that splendid thing--a gentleman! Lands, n.i.g.g.e.rs, riches, luxury, I"ve had "em all; I"ve sucked the good of "em; they"ve colored my blood, they"ve gone into the fiber of my brain and body. Perhaps you"ll contend that the old order is overthrown, that family has gone to the devil? You are right, and there"s the pity of it! Where are the great names? A race of upstarts has taken their place--sons of n.o.body--nephews of n.o.body--cousins of n.o.body--I observe only deterioration in the trend of modern life. The social fabric is tottering--I can see it totter--" and he tottered himself as he said this.
The boy had watched him out of wide eyes, as ponderous and unwieldy he shuffled back and forth in the dim candlelight; now shaking his head and muttering, the judge dropped into his chair.
"Well, I"m an old man-the spectacle won"t long offend me. I"ll die presently. The Bench and Bar will review my services to the country, the militia will fire a few volleys at my graveside, here and there a flag will be at half-mast, and that will be the end--" He was so profoundly moved by the thought that he could not go on. His voice broke, and he buried his face in his arms. A sympathetic moisture had gathered in the child"s eyes. He understood only a small part of what his host was saying, but realized that it had to do with death, and he had his own terrible acquaintance with death. He slipped from his chair and stole to the judge"s side, and that gentleman felt a cool hand rest lightly on his arm.
"What?" he said, glancing up.
"I"m mighty sorry you"re going to die," said the boy softly.
"Bless you, Hannibal!" cried the judge, looking wonderfully cheerful, despite his recent bitterness of spirit. "I"m not experiencing any of the pangs of mortality now. My dissolution ain"t a matter of to-night or to-morrow--there"s some life in Sloc.u.m Price yet, for all the rough usage, eh? I"ve had my fun--I could tell you a thing or two about that, if you had hair on your chin!" and the selfish lines of his face twisted themselves into an exceedingly knowing grin.
"You talked like you thought you were going to die right off," said Hannibal gravely, as he resumed his chair. The judge was touched. It had been more years than he cared to remember since he had launched a decent emotion in the breast of any human being. For a moment he was silent, struck with a sense of shame; then he said:
"You are sure you are not running away, Hannibal? I hope you know that boys should always tell the truth--that h.e.l.l has its own especial terrors for the boy who lies? Now, if I thought the worst of you, I might esteem it my duty to investigate your story." The judge laid a fat forefinger against the side of his nose, and regarded him with drunken gravity. Hannibal shook with terror. This was what he had feared.
"That"s one aspect of the case. Now, on the other hand, I might draw up a legal instrument which could not fail to be of use to you on your travois, and would stop all questions. As for my fee, it would be trifling, when compared with the benefits I can see accruing to you."
"No, I ain"t running away. I ain"t got no one to run away from," said the boy chokingly. He was showing signs of fatigue. His head drooped and he met the judge"s glance with tired, sleepy eyes. The latter looked at him and then said suddenly:
"I think you"d better go to bed."
"I reckon I had," agreed Hannibal, slipping from his chair.
"Well, take my bed back of the quilt. You"ll find a hoe there. You can dig up the dirt under the shuck tick with it--which helps astonishingly.
What would the world say if it could know that judge Sloc.u.m Price makes his bed with a hoe! There"s Spartan hardihood!" but the boy, not knowing what was meant by Spartan hardihood, remained silent. "Nearing threescore years and ten, the allotted span as set down by the Psalmist--once man of fashion, soldier, statesman and lawgiver--and makes his bed with a hoe! What a history!" muttered the judge with weary melancholy, as one groping hand found the jug while the other found the gla.s.s. There was a pause, while he profited by this fortunate chance.
"Well, take the bed," he resumed hospitably.
"I can sleep most anywhere. I ain"t no ways particular," said Hannibal.
"I say, take the bed!" commanded the judge sternly. And Hannibal quickly retired behind the quilt. "Do you find it comfortable?" the judge asked, when the rustling of the shuck tick informed him that the child had lain down.
"Yes, sir," said the boy.
"Have you said your prayers?" inquired the judge.
"No, sir. I ain"t said "em yet."
"Well, say them now. Religion is as becoming in the young as it is respectable in the aged. I"ll not disturb you to-night, for it is G.o.d"s will that I should stay up and get very drunk."
CHAPTER X. BOON COMPANIONS
Some time later the judge was aware of a step on the path beyond his door, and glancing up, saw the tall figure of a man pause on his threshold. A whispered curse slipped from between his lips. Aloud he said:
"Is that you, Mr. Mahaffy?" He got no reply, but the tall figure, propelled by very long legs, stalked into the shanty and a pair of keen, restless eyes deeply set under a high, bald head were bent curiously upon him.
"I take it I"m intruding," the new-comer said sourly.
"Why should you think that, Solomon Mahaffy? When has my door been closed on you?" the judge asked, but there was a guilty deepening of the flush on his face. Mr. Mahaffy glanced at the jug, at the half-emptied gla.s.s within convenient reach of the judge"s hand, lastly at the judge himself, on whose flame-colored visage his eyes rested longest.
"I"ve heard said there was honor among thieves," he remarked.
"I know of no one better fitted to offer an opinion on so delicate a point than just yourself, Mahaffy," said the judge, with a thick little ripple of laughter.
But Solomon Mahaffy"s long face did not relax in its set expression.
"I saw your light," he explained, "but you seem to be raising first-rate h.e.l.l all by yourself."
"Oh, be reasonable, Solomon. You"d gone down to the steamboat landing,"