"How we did scoot," he said. "Did you see old Ellison slip once and go into the bog?"
"I didn"t see anything," replied Harvey, "but a pair of legs in front of me, cutting it through the mud and brush. How"s the dress?"
"Oh, it"s all right," said Henry Burns. "Come out if you"ve got your wind. We"ll leave it and get home."
They were at a point above Grannie Thornton"s cottage, and they proceeded now cautiously, making a circuit to bring them to the brook some way above the house, pausing now and then to look and to listen.
But no one disturbed them. Farmer Ellison had had enough of the chase and had gone home to nurse his shin.
They came down to the old house. It was dark, and all was still. Harvey waited on watch near the gate, while Henry Burns stole up to the door and laid the box down carefully against the front door. Then they sped away.
"Go back the way we came?" inquired Henry Burns, slyly.
"Not much," said Harvey. "Straight out to the main road. No more swamps for me."
They went out that way, then; took the main road, pa.s.sed down by the old inn and the mill, and swung into a rapid stride for home. It was half past eleven o"clock when they turned into their beds.
Two days following this adventure, toward the latter part of the afternoon, Henry Burns was walking up the same road by the stream, in the direction of the camp, where he was to meet Tom Harris for a spin in the canoe. He had heard no footsteps near, and was therefore not a little surprised when a hand touched his arm and a laugh that was familiar sounded close by his side.
He turned quickly, and there was Bess Thornton.
"Hullo," she said, "I hoped I"d see somebody on the road. I"ll walk along with you."
Henry Burns said "all right" in a tone that was not over-cordial; for, though not easily abashed, he was, to tell the truth, just a bit shy with girls, and wondered what Tom Harris would say if he saw him coming up the road with Bess.
Perhaps the girl"s quick intuitiveness perceived this, for a mischievous light danced in her black eyes as she said, "I thought perhaps you"d like to have company. You would, wouldn"t you?"
"Yes--oh, yes," responded Henry Burns. "Going home from school?"
"Yes," she answered. "But I didn"t want to go this morning, a bit. Gran"
made me, though."
"What"s the matter?" asked Henry Burns.
"Well," said the girl, "I had to wear this new dress, you see. And when you wear a new dress they always say things, don"t you know? Danny Davis hollered "stuck up" once, but I punched him."
"Good for you," said Henry Burns, laughing. "I"d like to have seen you--that a new dress?"
"Course it is," she answered, with a touch of half-offended pride.
"Can"t you see it is?"
Henry Burns made a quick survey of the trim little figure, clad in the dress that had cost him and Harvey the hard scramble of the recent night. It was surprising what a difference the pretty suit made in the appearance of the girl. He made a mental note of the fact that it seemed just the right size for her, and that she certainly looked very nice in it. Its dark red set off the black of her glossy hair, and she wore a neat straw hat that went well with the dress. At least, it looked all right to Henry Burns.
"You don"t look stuck up," he ventured. "You look first rate."
He felt the colour come into his cheeks as he said it. It was the first time in his life that he had ever complimented a girl. They were pa.s.sing a dingy little store, with its windows filled with farming tools, odds and ends of household stuff and some fishing tackle, and he thought it a good chance to get away.
"Got an errand in here," he said. "Good-bye."
Some ten minutes later he emerged, looked sharply up the road and pursued his journey. He had gone scarcely a rod or two, however, when the girl"s voice brought him to a halt, much taken aback. She was seated by the stream, close to the water.
"I thought you"d be along," she said. "I"ve been watching the pickerel.
There"s one sunning himself close to the top of water now, just by the lily pads. See me hit him."
She picked up a stone as she spoke, and threw it with surprising ease and accuracy. It struck the water about six inches from the dark object to which she had pointed. Henry Burns"s chagrin at this second meeting was lost in admiration.
"Good shot!" he exclaimed. "How"d you know "twas a pickerel?"
"Oh I catch "em," she answered. "And once in a while I show one to Benny Ellison so he can shoot it. I don"t like him much, though. He"s mean and--fat."
Henry Burns chuckled.
"He can"t help that," he said.
"No, but he"s always stuffing himself with candy and things," said the girl. "And he won"t ever give you any. I like people that give away things once in a while, don"t you?"
Henry Burns came the nearest to blushing that he ever had, as he answered that he guessed he did. There was something in the girl"s voice and manner and in her beaming countenance, telling of her happiness in the possession of her new finery--though she had feared the ordeal of wearing it to school, perhaps because of the contrast it made to her usual garment--that he felt a queer feeling in his throat. But relief was at hand for him in his embarra.s.sment, for the path that led down to the camp was in sight, and he bade her good-bye.
He struck off along the path, through the bushes and thin growth of woods; but had gone only a little way when the sound of voices, one sharp and angry, made him pause. He retraced his steps, hurrying as he recognized the voice of Bess Thornton, the tone of which indicated grief.
He emerged into the road in time to see the girl scramble out of a clump of brakes and burdock plants by the roadside, the tears standing in her eyes as she picked the burs from the latter out of the new dress. Just in front of her, noting her distress with satisfaction, stood Benny Ellison.
"That"s what you get for being so proud," he said bluntly. "You needn"t get so mad, though. I was only in fun."
The girl"s eyes blazed, angrily; but it was not the Bess Thornton of every day that now faced the youth. Some of her fearlessness and dash seemed to have departed, with the taking off of the old dress.
"Let me past," she said, stepping forward; but the boy blocked her way.
"Let me look at the new dress," he demanded. "Where"d you get so much?"
He caught her by an arm, as she attempted to brush past him. Greatly to his surprise, however, he felt his hand cast off and, at the same time, he was nearly upset by a vigorous push. The youth who had done this, apparently not the least excited, stood facing him as he recovered himself.
"Let the girl alone," said Henry Burns. "Let her go past."
One could hardly have noted a trace of anger in his voice, but there was a warning in his eye that Benny Ellison might have heeded. The latter, however, was no longer in a mood to stop at any warning. His flabby face reddened and his fist clenched.
"You"ll not stop me!" he cried, taking a step toward the girl. "I"ll push both of you in there, if you don"t get out."
"Just try it," said Henry Burns, quietly.
Benny Ellison, larger and heavier than the youth who thus dared him, hesitated only a moment. Then he rushed at Henry Burns and they clinched. The struggle seemed over before it had hardly begun, however, for the next moment Benny Ellison found himself lying on his back in the road, with Henry Burns firmly holding him there.
"Let me up!" he cried, squirming and kicking. "You don"t dare let me up."
By way of answer, Henry Burns relinquished his hold and allowed his antagonist to regain his feet. Again Benny Ellison, wild with anger, made a rush for Henry Burns, aiming a blow at him as he came on. Dodging it, and without deigning to attempt to return it, Henry Burns closed with him once more, and they reeled together to and fro for a moment.
If Benny Ellison had but known it, he had met with one whom Tom Harris and Bob White, who prided themselves on their athletics, and even stalwart Jack Harvey, had often found to be their match in wrestling.
Slight in build, but with well-knit muscles, Henry Burns was surprisingly strong. And, above all, he never lost his head.
The contest this time was a moment more prolonged; but again Benny Ellison felt his feet going from under him, and again he went down--but this time harder--to the ground. He lay for a moment, with the breath knocked out of him.