Johnnie said nothing. There were things he could tell, if he wanted to, which had to do with comparisons between Aunt Sophie"s table and Big Tom"s. But these things would contradict the one-eyed man; and Johnnie knew from experience that grown-ups do not like to be contradicted.
Just ahead was that great palace, lifting dark towers against the glowing night sky. If the one-eyed man lived there, if the palace actually contained a garden (and it seemed large enough to contain any number of gardens), Johnnie wanted, if possible, to spend some time under that vast roof. So it was wise not to say anything that might bring him into disfavor; especially when what he wanted most now was shelter and a reading light.
He grasped the other"s hand firmly and flashed up what was intended for a beguiling smile. "He don"t ever feed me like _you_ do," he declared, with dazzling diplomacy.
The compliment was grandly pa.s.sed over. "But he sh.o.r.e dresses y"
tiptop!" was the next a.s.sertion.
At that, some inkling of the other"s real meaning came to Johnnie. He tried, but in vain, to catch that single eye. But even in the half light it was busy taking in every detail of Big Tom"s shirt and trousers.
"Y"--y" think so?" Johnnie ventured, ready to laugh.
"Think so!" cried the one-eyed man, spiritedly. "W"y, he must jes" about go broke at it! Lookee! Twicet as much shirt as y" need, and at least five times as much pants!"
Certainly there was no denying the statement. However, there was another side to Barber"s generosity that Johnnie longed to discuss. Yet once more he decided to invite no argument. "It"ll be worse if I had t" wear girl"s clothes," was what he returned, philosophically.
The street was dark just there. He was not able to mark the facial expression which now accompanied a curious sound from the region of the Adam"s apple. But when the light at the palace corner was reached, a quick glance showed a stern visage, with mouth set hard and that green eye burning. And Johnnie"s heart went out of him, for now he doubted again.
They paused at the foot of those steps. "Do y" go t" school?" asked the one-eyed man.
Johnnie shook his head. "He don"t let me," he declared. But he was as careful as ever to speak with no bitterness. Without question, in this tall stranger Big Tom had an ally.
"He don"t let y"," drawled the other. "Don"t let y" go t" school.
Hm!--Say, y" know, I think I"d like that feller!"
He must get away! Suddenly throwing all the weight of himself and his books into the effort, Johnnie tried to pull free of his companion, using both hands.
The one-eyed man held on. His grasp was like steel--yes, even like Big Tom"s grasp. "Aw, sonny!" he cried, as if suddenly repentent. Then seizing Johnnie under both arms, he swung him to the top of those steps.
That same moment wide doors opened before them, and a vast, dim place was disclosed to the boy"s astonished view. "Why--! What--! Oh--!" he marveled.
The one-eyed man shut the doors by retreating and giving them a push with his back. Then he thrust Johnnie toward a second flight of steps.
These led down to a bas.e.m.e.nt only partly lighted, full of voices, tramplings, and strange smells. Frightened, Johnnie made out the upraised heads of horses--lines of them! He could see a group of men too, each as big-hatted and s.h.a.ggy-trousered as this one who still had him about his middle.
A great cry went up from that group--"Yip! yip! yip! yip!
_yee-e-e-e-eow!_ One-Eye!"
"Oh, Mister," breathed Johnnie, "is it the circus?"
CHAPTER X
THE SURPRISE
"GIT on t" the size of it! . . . . Oh, my Aunt Sally! . . . . Lookee what the cat brung in! . . . . Boys, ketch me whilst I faint! . . . . Am I seein" it, or ain"t I--w"ich? . . . . Say! they"s more down cellar in a teacup!"
Johnnie understood that it was all about himself, and even guessed that he looked a little queer to these men who appeared so strange to him.
They were gathered around in a boisterous circle, exclaiming and laughing. He revolved slowly, examining each. Some were stocky and some spindling. Two or three were almost boyish; the others, as old as One-Eye. But in the matter of dress, one was exactly like every other one--at least so far as could be judged by a small boy in a moment so charged with excitement.
He felt no resentment at their banter, sensing that it was kindly. He liked them. He liked the great, mysterious bas.e.m.e.nt. He felt precisely like another Aladdin. No magical smoke had gone up, and no stone had been lifted. Yet here he was in a new and entrancing world!
He would have liked to stay right there at the foot of the stairs for a long time, in order to give adequate study to every one of the s.h.a.ggy men. But One-Eye suddenly grasped him by the hand again and led him away--down a long, curving alley that took them past a score of horses.
Each horse was in a stall of its own, and under each was straw as yellow as Johnnie"s own hair. Electric bulbs lit the whole place grandly, disclosing saddles and straps and other horse gear, hung at intervals along the alley.
In one of his swift visions, he now saw himself as a member of this fascinating crew, wearing, like them, long, hairy breeches, a wide hat, spurs, and a neckerchief, and setting gaily forth in a cavalcade to be admired by a marveling city!
Far along, where the alley swerved sharply, One-Eye halted him. Here was a vacant stall, except that it was half-filled with straw. A coat hung in it, and in the iron feed box in one corner nested a pair of boots.
Plainly this was a camping place, and Johnnie thrilled as they turned into it, and he stood almost waist deep in clean bedding.
"Have a chair," insisted One-Eye, with a gentle shoulder pat.
Johnnie sat. Even as he went down he felt that he really was coming to understand this new friend better. Of course there was no chair. It was just the other"s way of saying things--an odd, funny way. His back braced against a stall side, he grinned across at One-Eye, now squatted opposite him, and smoking, this in splendid disregard of a sign which read plainly: _No Smoking_.
Johnnie did not speak. His experience with Big Tom had taught him at least one valuable lesson: to be sparing with his tongue. So he waited the pleasure of his companion, sunk in a trough of the straw, ringed round with books, his thumbs in his palms and his fingers shut tight upon the thumbs through sheer emotion, which also showed in two red spots on his cheeks.
"Reckon y" don"t want t" go out no more t"night," observed One-Eye, after a moment.
"No." Johnnie held his breath, hoping for an invitation.
It came. "Thought y" wouldn"t. So camp right here, and to-morra we"ll powwow."
"All right." Johnnie"s voice shook with relief and delight; with pride, too, at being thus honored. He rolled up the coat for a pillow when One-Eye rose and threw it down to him; and being offered a horse blanket, pulled it up to his brows and lay back obediently, to the peril of the orange, which was under him, and so to his own discomfort.
"So long, sonny." The single green eye gleamed down at him almost affectionately from under the wide brim.
"Thank y"," returned Johnnie.
For a long time he lay without moving, this for fear One-Eye might come back. When he took his books out of his shirt, he did not read, though the stall was brightly lighted, only watched a pair of nervous brown ears that kept showing above the stall-side in front of him. Something was troubling him very much. It seemed to be something in his forehead; but it was in his throat most of all; though that spot at the end of his breastbone felt none too well.
Whatever it was, it had a great deal to do with Cis (the mere thought of her made his eyes smart) and with Grandpa. Freedom and new friends he had; more books, too, than he could read in a year--or so it seemed to him as he measured the pile under the orange. Then why, having the best bed he had known since the one with the blue k.n.o.bs at Aunt Sophie"s, why could he not go to sleep? or, if he was not sleepy, why did he not want to read? or summon to him Aladdin, or David with Goliath, or Mr.
Rockefeller?
He pulled hard at his hair.
The truth was, he was learning something about himself. He was finding out that to get away from danger was only part of his problem: the other part was to get away from his own thoughts, his feelings--in short, his conscience. For try as he might, as he lay there, he could not keep the wheel chair out of his sight!
It stood before him in the yellow bedding, and the little old man seated in it kept holding out trembling hands. The thin, bearded face was distorted pathetically, and tears streamed from the faded eyes. If Johnnie turned his head away from the chair, he met other eyes--eyes young and blue and gentle. Poor Cis, so shy always, and silent; so loving and good!
Down into One-Eye"s coat went Johnnie"s small nose, and so hard that to this unfreckled feature was instantly transferred the pain in his forehead and throat and breast; and his hurt was for a moment changed into the physical, which was easier to bear. Yes, they were left behind alone, those two who were so dear to him.
Even with the horse blanket over both ears he could hear the wheel chair going from the stove to the window, from the window to the hall door, while the old soldier whimpered and called. He could hear Cis call, too--his name. But it was Grandpa who hurt him the most. Cis was quite grown-up, and had girl friends, and her work, and the freedom to go to and from it. But Grandpa!--his old heart was wrapped up in his Johnnie.
So childish that he was virtually a little boy, he had for Johnnie the respect and affection that a little boy gives to a bigger one.
Next, bright, shining, birdlike eyes were smiling at him--Mrs. Kukor!
The horse blanket shook. At either side of Johnnie"s nose a damp spot came on One-Eye"s coat.
But fortunately the trembling and the tears were seen by no human eyes, only by a brown pair that belonged to those brown ears. And presently, when the nearest lights went out, leaving Johnnie"s retreat in gloom, the pictures that smote him changed to those of a sleeping dream, and he wandered on and on through a vast white garden that grew hats and coats--in a double row.