"I never say a body"s going to die until he"s dead," said Polly. "He"s still breathing, and a Christian has got to do what they can. Don"t you think you ought to tie up?"
"The freshet"s leaving us. I"ll run until we hit the big water down by Pleasantville, and then tie up," said Cavendish.
"I reckon we"d better lift him on to one of the beds--get his wet clothes off and wrap him up warm," said Polly.
"Oh, put him in our bed!" cried all the little Cavendishes.
And Yancy was borne into the smaller of the two shanties, where presently his bandaged head rested on the long communal pillow. Then his wet clothes were hung up to dry along with a portion of the family wash which fluttered on a rope stretched between the two shanties.
The raft had all the appearance of a cabin dooryard. There was, in addition to the two shelters of bark built over a light framework of poles, a pen which housed a highly domestic family of pigs, while half a dozen chickens enjoyed a restricted liberty. With Yancy disposed of, the regular family life was resumed. It was sun-up now. The little Cavendishes, reluctant but overpersuaded, had their faces washed alongside and were dressed by Connie, while Mrs. Cavendish performed the same offices for the baby. Then there was breakfast, from which Mr. Cavendish rose yawning to go to bed, where, before dropping off to sleep, he played with the baby. This left Mrs. Cavendish in full command of her floating dooryard. She smoked a reflective pipe, watching the river between puffs, and occasionally lending a hand at the sweeps.
Later the family wash engaged her. It had neither beginning nor end, but serialized itself from day to day. Connie was already proficient at the tubs. It was a knack she was in no danger of losing.
Keppel and Henry took turns at the sweeps, while the three smaller children began to manifest a love for the water they had not seemed to possess earlier in the day. They played along the edge of the raft, always in imminent danger of falling in, always being called back, or seized, just in time to prevent a catastrophe. This ceaseless activity on their part earned them much in the way of cuffings, chastis.e.m.e.nts which Mrs. Cavendish administered with no great spirit.
"Drat you, why don"t you go look at the pore gentleman instead of posterin" a body "most to death!" she demanded at length, and they stole off on tiptoe to stare at Yancy. Presently Richard ran to his mother"s side.
"Come quick--he"s mutterin" and mumblin" and moving his head!" he cried.
It was as the child said. Yancy had roused from his heavy stupor. Words almost inaudible and quite inarticulate were issuing from his lips and there was a restless movement of his head on the pillow.
"He "pears powerful distressed about something," said Mrs. Cavendish. "I reckon I"d better give him a little stimulant now."
While she was gone for the whisky, Connie, who had squatted down beside the bed, touched Yancy"s hand which lay open. Instantly his fingers closed about hers and he was silent; the movement of his head ceased abruptly; but when she sought to withdraw her hand he began to murmur again.
"I declare, what he wants is some one to sit beside him!" said Mrs.
Cavendish, who had returned with the whisky, a few drops of which she managed to force between Yancy"s lips. All the rest of that day some one of the children sat beside the wounded man, who was quiet and satisfied just as long as there was a small hand for him to hold.
"He must be a family man," observed Mr. Cavendish when Polly told him of this. "We"ll tie up at Pleasantville landing and learn who he is."
"He had ought to have a doctor to look at them cuts of his," said Mrs.
Cavendish.
It was late afternoon when the landing was reached. Half a score of men were loafing about the woodyard on sh.o.r.e. Mr. Cavendish made fast to a blasted tree, then he climbed the bank; the men regarding him incuriously as he approached.
"Howdy," said Cavendish genially.
"Howdy," they answered.
"Where might I find the nearest doctor?" inquired Cavendish.
"Within about six foot of you," said one of the group.
"Meaning yourself?"
"Meaning myself."
Briefly Cavendish told the story of Yancy"s rescue.
"Now, Doc, I want you should cast an eye over the way we"ve dressed his cuts, and I want the rest of you to come and take a look at him and tell who he is and where he belongs," he said in conclusion.
"I"ll know him if he belongs within forty miles of here in any direction," said the doctor. But he shook his head when his eye rested on Yancy. "Never saw him," he said briefly.
"How about them bandages, Doc?" demanded Cavendish.
"Oh, I reckon they"ll do," replied the doctor indifferently.
"Will he live?"
"I can"t say. You"ll know all about that inside the next forty-eight hours. Better let the rest have a look."
"Just feel of them bandages--sho", I got money in my pants!" Mr.
Cavendish was rapidly losing his temper, yet he controlled himself until each man had taken a look at Yancy; but always with the same result--a shake of the head. "I reckon I can leave him here?" Cavendish asked, when the last man had looked and turned away.
"Leave him here--why?" demanded the doctor slowly.
"Because I"m going on, that"s why. I"m headed for downstream, and he ain"t in any sort of shape to say whether he wants to go or stop,"
explained Cavendish.
"You picked him up, didn"t you?" asked one of the men.
"I certainly did," said Cavendish.
"Well, I reckon if you"re so anxious for him to stay hereabout, you"d better stop, yourself," said the owner of the woodyard. "There ain"t a house within two miles of here but mine, and he don"t go there!"
"You"re a healthy lot, you are!" said Cavendish. "I wonder your largeness of heart ain"t ruptured your wishbones long ago!" So saying, he retired to the stern of his raft and leaned against the sweep-handle, apparently lost in thought. His visitors climbed the bank and reestablished themselves on the wood-ranks.
Presently Mr. Cavendish lifted his voice and addressed Polly and the six little Cavendishes at the other end of the raft. He a.s.serted that he was the only well-born man within a radius of perhaps a hundred miles--he excepted no one. He knew who his father and mother were, and they had been legally married--he seemed to infer that this was not always the case. Mr. Cavendish glanced toward the sh.o.r.e, then he lifted his voice again, giving it as his opinion that he was the only Christian seen in those parts in the last fifty years. He offered to fight any gentleman who felt disposed to challenge this a.s.sertion. He sprang suddenly aloft, knocked his bare heels together and uttered an ear-piercing whoop. He subsided and gazed off into the red eye of the sun which was slipping back of the trees. Presently he spoke again. He offered to lick any gentleman who felt aggrieved by his previous remarks, for fifty cents, for a drink of whisky, for a chew of tobacco, for nothing--with one hand tied behind him! He sprang aloft, cracked his heels together as before and crowed insultingly; then he subsided into silence. An instant later he appeared stung by the acutest pangs of remorse. In a cringing tone he begged Polly to forgive him for bringing her to such a place. He bewailed that they had risked pollution by allowing any inhabitant of that region to set foot on the raft--he feared for the innocent minds of their children, and he implored her pardon. Perhaps it was better that they should cast off at once--unless one of the gentlemen on sh.o.r.e felt himself insulted, in which event he would remain to fight.
Then as he slowly worked the raft out toward the middle of the stream, he repeated all his former remarks, punctuating them with frequent whoops. He recapitulated the terms on which he could be induced to fight-fifty cents, a drink of liquor, a chew of tobacco, nothing! His shouts became fainter and fainter as the raft was swept down-stream, and finally died away in the distance.
CHAPTER XIII. THE JUDGE BREAKS JAIL
The sheriff had brought the judge"s supper. He reported that the crowd was dispersing, and that on the whole public sentiment was not particularly hostile; indeed, he went so far as to say there existed a strong undercurrent of satisfaction that the jail should have so speedily justified itself. Moreover, there was a disposition to exalt the judge as having furnished the crowning touch to the day"s pleasure.
"I reckon, sir, they"d have felt obliged to string you up if there wa"n"t no jail," continued the sheriff lazily from the open door where he had seated himself. "I don"t say there ain"t them who don"t maintain you had ought to be strung up as it is, but people are funny, sir; the majority talk like they might wish to keep you here indefinite. There"s no telling when we"ll get another prisoner. Tomorrow the blacksmith will fix some iron bars to your window so folks can look in and see you. It will give a heap more air to the place--"
"Unless I do get more air, you will not be troubled long by me!"
declared the judge in a tone of melancholy conviction.
The building was intolerably hot, the advantages of ventilation having been a thing the citizens of Pleasantville had overlooked. But the judge was a reasonable soul; he was disposed to accept his immediate personal discomfort with a fine true philosophy; also, hope was stirring in his heart. Hope was second nature with him, for had he not lived all these years with the odds against him?
"You do sweat some, don"t you? Oh, well, a man can stand a right smart suffering from heat like this and not die. It"s the sun that"s dangerous," remarked the sheriff consolingly. "And you had ought to suffer, sir! that"s what folks are sent to jail for," he added.
"You will kindly bear in mind, sir, that I have been convicted of no crime!" retorted the judge.