"N--n.o.body."
"They"re too small for Grandpa," declared Cis, stoutly. "Johnnie might as well wear them. If he didn"t, I"d throw them away, or use them for dishcloths."
Barber did not notice the girl. "n.o.body," he repeated. "But y" go ahead and use the scissors on "em!"
"Your shirts "re so big," reminded Johnnie; "and the pants, too. And if I didn"t wear nothin", why, I"d dirty the new uniform, wearin" it next my skin, and so----"
"Fold that truck up!" came the next command.
Under Grandpa"s old, torn undershirt, Johnnie"s heart began to beat so hard that he could hear it. But quietly and dutifully he folded each dear article, and placed all, one upon another, neatly, the hat topping the pile. Finished, he stood waiting, and his whole body trembled with a chill that was not from cold or fear, but from apprehension. Oh, what was about to happen to his treasured uniform?
Cis was silent now, refraining from angering Big Tom at a time when it was possible for him to vent his rage on Johnnie"s belongings. But she watched him breathlessly as he rose and went to the table, and reached to take the books.
"So y" keep "em upstairs?" he said to Johnnie.
"Yes, sir,"--it was a whisper.
"She"s accommodatin", ain"t she, the old lady?"
"She--she--yes."
"A-a-ah!" The longsh.o.r.eman placed the books atop the olive-drab hat, crushing it flat with their weight.
"Oh! Oh, don"t hurt "em!" pleaded Johnnie. He put out a hand.
"Oh, I won"t hurt "em," answered Big Tom. But his tone was far from rea.s.suring.
"I won"t ever read "em "cept nights," promised the boy. "Honest, Mister Barber! And y" know y" like me t" read good. When--when Mister Maloney was here, why, y" liked it. And y" can lock "em all away in the bedroom if y" don"t b"lieve me!"
Big Tom leered down at him. "Oh, I"ll lock "em up, all right," he said.
"I"ll do it up so brown that there won"t be no more danger o" this scout business "round the place, and no more readin"." With that, he took up both the books and the suit and turned.
At the same moment Cis and Johnnie understood what was impending--the same terrible moment; and they cried out together, the one in renewed anger, the other in mortal pain:
"_NO!_"
For Barber had turned--_to the stove_.
Johnnie rushed to the longsh.o.r.eman and again clung to him, weeping, pleading, promising, asking to be whipped--oh, anything but that his treasures be destroyed. And at the table, Cis wept, too, and threatened, calling for help, striving to divert Big Tom from his purpose, trying to lash him into a rage against herself.
"Oh, Mister Barber, y" wouldn"t!" Johnnie cried. "They"re ev"rything I got in the world! And I love "em so! Oh, I"ll stay forever with y" if y"
won"t hurt "em! I"ll work so hard, and be so good----!"
Barber uncovered the fire--that fire which Johnnie had built for the baking of Big Tom"s pudding.
"The medal!" Cis shouted, straining at the rope which bound her. "Don"t let him burn that! Johnnie! Johnnie!"
Johnnie caught at the coat. "In a pocket!" he explained. "My father"s!
Look for it! Let me!"
"A--what?" inquired Big Tom, lifting books and uniform out of the boy"s reach. "What"re y" talkin" about?"
"Don"t you _dare_ burn it!" Cis stormed. "They"ll arrest you! See if they don"t! You give it to Johnnie! If you don"t, I"ll tell the police!
I will! _I will!_"
"Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!" laughed Barber. Holding everything under one arm, he took off a second stove lid, as well as the hour-gla.s.s-shaped support between the two front lids. The whole of the firebox was uncovered. It was a ma.s.s of coals. As the longsh.o.r.eman hung over the fire, his dark face was lit by it. And now lifted in a horrid smile!
Cis"s voice rose again. Nothing could save Johnnie"s books and suit: there was no need to keep silent. "He"s a devil!" she cried. "He isn"t a man at all! Look! He"s enjoying himself! He"s grinning! Oh, Johnnie, _look at his face_!"
Johnnie fell back. And into his own face, twisted and wet with grief, there came an expression of a terrible wonder--the wonder that Big Tom, or any one, could be so cruel, so heartless, so contemptible. And there flashed into his mind something he had once heard Father Pat say: "There"s not so many grown-up people in the world; there"s plenty of grown-up bodies, but the minds at the top o" them, they"re children"s minds!" And, oh, how true it was! For Barber was like that--had a mind younger than Johnnie"s own--the boy knew it then. Further, it was as mean and cruel and little as the minds of those urchins who shouted "old clothes," and "girl"s hair." Yes, Barber had a man"s body, but the brain of an ignorant, wicked boy!
"Look at my face all y" want t"!" he was saying now. "But there"s _one_ thing sure: after this we"ll know who"s boss "round here!"
"This is the only place you can boss!" retorted Cis, turning wild, defiant eyes upon him. "A crippled old man, and a couple of young folks!
But you bet you mind Furman!"
"_A-a-a-a-a-ah!_"
The cry was wrung from Johnnie. For with another loud laugh, Big Tom had dropped the scout hat upon the flames.
"Coward!" charged the girl, again writhing in her ropes. "Low, mean coward!"
It was beyond Johnnie"s strength to watch what was happening. He threw up an arm to shut out the sight of Big Tom, and faced the other way.
"Oh, don"t!" he moaned weakly. "Oh, don"t! Don"t!" A strange, unpleasant odor was filling the room. He guessed that was the hat. Smoke came wafting his way next--a whole cloud of it--and drifted ceilingward. "Oh, Cis! Cis!" he moaned again.
Some one was in the hall--Mrs. Kukor, for the steps rocked. "Chonnie?"
she called now. "Chonnie! Talk sometink!"
It was Big Tom who talked. "Oh, you go home, y" busybody!" he answered.
"Mrs. Kukor! Mrs. Kukor! He"s burning everything of Johnnie"s!" shouted Cis.
"Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!" burst out Barber, as if this had delighted him.
Into the fire he thrust the khaki breeches and the coat, poking them down upon the coals with a hand which was too h.o.r.n.y to be scorched by the fire.
"The medal!" mourned the girl. "Oh, I hope they"ll punish you for that!
And there"s something you don"t know, but it"s the truth, and it"ll mean a lot that _you_ won"t like!"
"Ye-e-e-eah?" Barber was waiting for the breeches and coat to burn.
"Yes! Johnnie"s rich! He"s got money! Lots of it! You"ll see! You won"t have so much to say to-morrow!"
Big Tom laughed. "T"morrow," he said good-humoredly, "I"m goin" t" have y"r brain examined." The room was half full of smoke now; he fell to coughing, and went over to pull down the upper half of the window. When he came back he thrust the leggings into the stove.
Peering round through the smoke, Johnnie saw that. "Oh!" he whispered.
"Oh!" He went forward a few steps, weakly; then all his strength seemed suddenly to go out of him, and he dropped to his knees beside a wall, brushing it with his hands as he went down. There he stayed, his forehead pressed against his knuckles.
Once more Cis began to weep, in pity for his suffering. "Oh, don"t you feel so bad!" she pleaded. "Just try to remember that we"re going away, Johnnie! Mr. Perkins"ll take us both, and Big Tom"ll never see us again!
And I love you, Johnnie, and so does Mrs. Kukor, and Father Pat, and One-Eye, and Mr. Perkins!"