"I suggest"--the speaker was a young lawyer from the next county--"I suggest that a committee be appointed to wait on the n.i.g.g.e.r at the steamboat landing and acquaint him with the fact that with his a.s.sistance we wish completely to furnish the jail."
"I protest--" cried the judge. "I protest--" he repeated vigorously.
"Pride of race forbids that I should be a party to the degradation of the best of civilization! Is your jail to be christened to its high office by a n.i.g.g.e.r? Is this to be the law"s apotheosis? No, sir! No n.i.g.g.e.r is worthy the honor of being the first prisoner here!" This was a new and striking idea. The crowd regarded the judge admiringly.
Certainly here was a man of refined feeling.
"That"s just the way I feel about it," said the sheriff. "If I"d athought there was any call for him I wouldn"t have let him go fishing, I"d have kept him about."
"Oh, let the n.i.g.g.e.r fish--he has powerful luck. What"s he usin", Sheriff; worms or minnies?"
"Worms," said the sheriff shortly.
Presently the crowd drifted away in the direction of the tavern.
Hannibal meantime had gone down to the river. He haunted its banks as though he expected to see his Uncle Bob appear any moment. The judge and Mahaffy had mingled with the others in the hope of free drinks, but in this hope there lurked the germ of a bitter disappointment. There was plenty of drinking, but they were not invited to join in this pleasing rite, and after a period of great mental anguish Mahaffy parted with the last stray coin in the pocket of his respectable black trousers, and while his flask was being filled the judge indulged in certain winsome gallantries with the fat landlady.
"La, Judge Price, how you do run on!" she said with a coquettish toss of her curls.
"That"s the charm of you, ma"am," said the judge. He leaned across the bar and, sinking his voice to a husky whisper, asked, "Would it be perfectly convenient for you to extend me a limited credit?"
"Now, Judge Price, you know a heap better than to ask me that!" she answered, shaking her head.
"No offense, ma"am," said the judge, hiding his disappointment, and with Mahaffy he quitted the bar.
"Why don"t you marry the old girl? You could drink yourself to death in six months," said Mahaffy. "That would be a speculation worth while--and while you live you could fondle those curls!"
"Maybe I"ll be forced to it yet," responded the judge with gloomy pessimism.
With the filling of Mahaffy"s flask the important event of the day was past, and both knew it was likely to retain its preeminence for a terrible and indefinite period; a thought that enriched their thirst as it increased their gravity while they were traversing the stretch of dusty road that lay between the cavern and the judge"s shanty. When they had settled themselves in their chairs before the door, Mahaffy, who was notably jealous of his privileges, drew the cork from the flask and took the first pull at its contents. The judge counted the swallows as registered by that useful portion of Mahaffy"s anatomy known as his Adam"s apple. After a breathless interval, Mahaffy detached himself from the flask and civilly pa.s.sing the cuff of his coat about its neck, handed it over to the judge. In the unbroken silence that succeeded the flask pa.s.sed swiftly from hand to hand, at length Mahaffy held it up to the light. It was two-thirds empty, and a sigh stole from between his thin lips. The judge reached out a tremulous hand. He was only too familiar with his friend"s distressing peculiarities.
"Not yet!" he begged thickly.
"Why not?" demanded Mahaffy fiercely. "Is it your liquor or mine?" He quitted his chair end stalked to the well where he filled the flask with water. Infinitely disgusted, the judge watched the sacrilege. Mahaffy resumed his chair and again the flask went its rounds.
"It ain"t so bad," said the judge after a time, but with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm.
"Were you in shape to put anything better than water into it, Mr.
Price?" The judge winced. He always winced at that "Mr."
"Well, I wouldn"t serve myself such a trick as that," he said with decision. "When I take liquor, it"s one thing; and when I want water, it"s another."
"It is, indeed," agreed Mahaffy.
"I drink as much clear water as is good for a man of my const.i.tution,"
said the judge combatively. "My talents are wasted here," he resumed, after a little pause. "I"ve brought them the blessings of the law, but what does it signify!"
"Why did you ever come here?" Mahaffy spoke sharply.
"I might ask the same question of you, and in the same offensive tone,"
said the judge.
"May I ask, not wishing to take a liberty, were you always the same old pauper you"ve been since I"ve known you?" inquired Mahaffy. The judge maintained a stony silence.
The heat deepened in the heart of the afternoon. The sun, a ball of fire, slipped back of the tree-tops. Thick shadows stole across the stretch of dusty road. Off in the distance there was the sound of cowbell. Slowly these came nearer and nearer--as the golden light slanted, sifting deeper and deeper into the woods.
They could see the crowd that came and went about the tavern, they caught the distant echo of its mirth.
"Common--quite common," said the judge with somber melancholy.
"I didn"t see anything common," said Mahaffy sourly. "The drinks weren"t common by a long sight."
"I referred to the gathering in its social aspect, Solomon," explained the judge; "the illiberal spirit that prevailed, which, I observe, did not escape you."
"Skunks!" said Mahaffy.
"Not a man present had the public spirit to set "em up," lamented the judge. "They drank in pairs, and I"d blistered my throat at their d.a.m.n jail-raising! What sort of a fizzle would it have been if I hadn"t been on hand to impart distinction to the occasion?"
"I don"t begrudge "em their liquor," said Mahaffy with acid dignity.
"I do," interrupted the judge. "I hope it"s poison to "em.
"It will be in the long run, if it"s any comfort to you to know it."
"It"s no comfort, it"s not near quick enough," said the judge relentlessly. The sudden noisy clamor of many voices, highpitched and excited, floated out to them under the hot sky. "I wonder--" began the judge, and paused as he saw the crowd stream into the road before the tavern. Then a cloud of dust enveloped it, a cloud of dust that came from the trampling of many pairs of feet, and that swept toward them, thick and impenetrable, and no higher than a tall man"s head in the lifeless air. "I wonder if we missed anything," continued the judge, finishing what he had started to say.
The score or more of men were quite near, and the judge and Mahaffy made out the tall figure of the sheriff in the lead. And then the crowd, very excited, very dusty, very noisy and very hot, flowed into the judge"s front yard. For a brief moment that gentleman fancied Pleasantville had awakened to a fitting sense of its obligation to him and that it was about to make amends for its churlish lack of hospitality. He rose from his chair, and with a splendid florid gesture, swept off his hat.
"It"s the p.u.s.s.y fellow!" cried a voice.
"Oh, shut up--don"t you think I know him?" retorted the sheriff tartly.
"Gentlemen--" began the judge blandly.
"Get the well-rope!"
The judge was rather at loss properly to interpret these varied remarks.
He was not long left in doubt. The sheriff stepped to his side and dropped a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Mr. Sloc.u.m Price, or whatever your name is, your little game is up!"
"Get the well-rope! Oh, h.e.l.l--won"t some one get the well-rope?" The voice rose into a wail of entreaty.
The judge"s eyes, rather startled, slid around in their sockets. Clearly something was wrong--but what--what?
"Ain"t he bold?" it was a woman"s voice this time, and the fat landlady, her curls awry and her plump breast heaving tumultuously, gained a place in the forefront of the crowd.
"Dear madam, this is an unexpected pleasure!" said the judge, with his hand upon his heart.
"Don"t you make your wicked old sheep"s eyes at me, you brazen thing!"
cried the lady.