"Where"s that Spitz poodle with the blue ribbon?" inquired the Cap"n of Hiram, having reference to the brisk little man and his side whiskers. "It don"t appear to me that you pounded it into his head solid enough about our not standin" for Gid Ward."
In the stress of other difficulties Hiram had forgotten the dispute that started the quarrel.
"Don"t let"s have any more argument, Hiram," pleaded his wife.
"She"s right, Cap"n," said the foreman. "Standin" up for your rights is good and proper business, but it"s a darn slippery place we"re tryin" to stand on. Let the old pirate referee. We can outsquirt "em.
He won"t dast to cheat us. I"m goin" to appoint you to represent Smyrna up there at the head of the stream. Keep your eye out for a square deal."
"I don"t know a thing about squirtin", and I won"t get mixed in,"
protested the Cap"n. But the members of the Smyrna company crowded around him with appeals.
"There"s only this to know," urged Hiram. "The judges lay down sheets of brown paper and measure to the farthest drop. All you"ve got to do is keep your eye out and see that we get our rights. You"ll only be actin" as a citizen of our town--and as first selectman you can insist on our rights. And you can do it in a gentlemanly way, accordin" to the programme we"ve mapped out. Peace and politeness--that"s the motto for Smyrna."
And in the end Cap"n Sproul allowed himself to be persuaded.
But it was scarcely persuasion that did it.
It was this plaintive remark of the foreman: "Are you goin" to stand by and see Gideon Ward do us, and then give you the laugh?"
Therefore the Cap"n b.u.t.toned his blue coat tightly and trudged up to where the committee was busy with the sheets of brown paper, weighting them with stones so that the July breeze could not flutter them away.
Starks, Carthage, and Salem made but pa.s.sable showing. They seemed to feel that the crowd took but little interest in them. The listless applause that had greeted them in the parade showed that.
Then, with a howl, half-sullen, half-ferocious, Vienna trundled old Niagara to the reservoir, stuck her intake pipe deep in the water, and manned her brake-beams. To the surprise of the onlookers her regular foreman took his station with the rest of the crew. Uncle Brad Trufant, foreman emeritus, took command. He climbed slowly upon her tank, braced himself against the bell-hanger, and shook his cane in the air.
"Look at me!" he yelled, his voice cracking into a squall. "Look at me and remember them that"s dead and gone, your fathers and your grands"rs, whose old fists used to grip them bars right where you"ve got your hands. Think of "em, and then set your teeth and yank the "tarnal daylights out of her. Are ye goin" to let me stand here--me that has seen your grands"rs pump--and have it said that old Niag"ry was licked by a pa.s.sul of knittin"-work old-maids, led by an elephant and a peep-show man? Be ye goin" to let "em outsquirt ye? Why, the wimmen-folks of Vienny will put p"isen in your biscuits if you go home beat by anything that Smyrna can turn out. Git a-holt them bars!
Clench your chaws! Now, damye, ye toggle-j"inted, dough-fingered, wall-eyed sons of sea-cooks, give her tar--_give_--_her_--_tar!_"
It was the old-fashioned style of exordium by an old-fashioned foreman, who believed that the best results could be obtained by the most scurrilous abuse of his men--and the immediate efforts of Vienna seemed to endorse his opinion.
With the foreman marking time with "Hoomp!--hoomp!" they began to surge at the bars, arms interlaced, hands, brown and gristly, covering the leather from end to end. The long, snaking hose filled and plumped out with snappings.
Uncle Trufant flung his hat afar, doubled forward, and with white hair bristling on his head began to curse horribly. Occasionally he rapped at a laggard with his cane. Then, like an insane orchestra-leader, he sliced the air about his head and launched fresh volleys of picturesque profanity.
Old Niagara rocked and danced. The four hos.e.m.e.n staggered as the stream ripped from the nozzle, crackling like pistol discharges.
There was no question as to Uncle Trufant"s ability to get the most out of the ancient pride of Vienna. He knew Niagara"s resources.
"Ease her!" he screamed, after the first dizzy staccato of the beams.
"Ease her! Steady! Get your motion! Up--down! Up--down! Get your motion! Take holt of her! Lift her! Now--now--_now!_ For the last ounce of wickin" that"s in ye! Give her--_h.e.l.l!_"
It was the crucial effort. Men flung themselves at the beams. Legs flapped like garments on a clothes-line in a crazy gale. And when Uncle Trufant clashed the bell they staggered away, one by one, and fell upon the gra.s.s of the square.
"A hundred and seventeen feet, eight inches and one-half!" came the yell down the line, and at the word Vienna rose on her elbows and bawled hoa.r.s.e cheers.
The cheer was echoed tumultuously, for every man in the crowd of spectators knew that this was full twenty feet better than the record score of all musters--made by Smyrna two years before, with wind and all conditions favoring.
"That"s what old times and old-fashioned cussin" can do for ye,"
declared Uncle Trufant.
A man--a short, squat man in a blue coat--came pelting down the street from the direction of the judges. It was Cap"n Aaron Sproul. People got out of his way when they got a glimpse of the fury on his face.
He tore into the press of Smyrna fire-fighters, who were ma.s.sed about Hecla, their faces downcast at announcement of this astonishing squirt.
"A hunderd and seventeen northin"! A hunderd and seventeen northin"!" Cap"n Sproul gasped over and over. "I knowed he was in to do us! I see him do it! It wa"n"t no hunderd and seventeen! It"s a fraud!"
"You"re a liar!" cried Uncle Trufant, promptly. But the Cap"n refused to be diverted into argument.
"I went up there to watch Gid Ward, and I watched him," he informed the Ancients. "The rest of "em was watchin" the squirt, but I was watchin" that land-pirut. I see him spit on that paper twenty feet further"n the furthest drop of water, and then he measured from that spit. That"s the kind of a man that"s refereein" this thing. He"s here to do us! He"s paying off his old town-meetin" grudge!"
"Oh, I can"t think that of my brother!" cried the Cap"n"s wife.
"Remember, Hiram, that you"ve agreed--" began the cautious spouse of the foreman, noting with alarm the rigid lines beginning to crease her husband"s face.
"There ain"t no mistake about his measurin" to that spit?" demanded Hiram of the Cap"n, in the level tones of one already convinced but willing to give the accused one a last chance.
"He done it--I swear he done it."
"I"d thought," pursued the foreman of the Ancients, "that a firemen"s muster could be made genteel, and would make a pleasant little trip for the ladies. I was mistaken." At the look in his eyes his wife began eager appeal, but he simply picked her up and placed her in the van from which the lunch-baskets had been taken. "There"s Mis"
Look," he said to the Cap"n. "She"ll be glad to have the company of Mis" Sproul."
Without a word the Cap"n picked up Louada Murilla and placed her beside the half-fainting Mrs. Look. Hiram closed the doors of the van.
"Drive out about two miles," he ordered the man on the box, "and then let the ladies git out and pick bokays and enjoy nature for the rest of the afternoon. It"s--it"s--apt to be kind of stuffy here in the village."
And the van rumbled away down the street toward the vista framed in the drooping elms.
"Now, gents," said Hiram to his men, "if this is a spittin"-at-a-crack contest instead of a tub-squirt, I reckon we"d better go to headquarters and find out about it."
But at Smyrna"s announced determination to raid the referee, Vienna ma.s.sed itself in the way. It began to look like the good old times, and the spectators started a hasty rush to withdraw from the scene.
But Vienna was too openly eager for pitched battle.
To stop then and give them what they had been soliciting all day seemed too much like gracious accommodation in the view of Foreman Look. His business just at that moment was with Colonel Gideon Ward, and he promptly thought of a way to get to him.
At a signal the intelligent Imogene hooped her trunk about him and hoisted him to her neck. Then she started up the street, brandishing the trunk before her like a policeman"s billy and "roomping" in hoa.r.s.e warning to those who enc.u.mbered her path.
A charge led by an elephant was not in the martial calculations of the Viennese. They broke and fled incontinently.
Perhaps Colonel Gideon Ward would have fled also, but the crowd that had gathered to watch the results of the hose-play was banked closely in the street.
"Make way!" bellowed Foreman Look. "There"s only one man I want, and I"m goin" to have him. Keep out of my road and you won"t get hurt.
Now, Colonel Gideon Ward," he shouted, from his grotesque mount, as that gentleman, held at bay partly by his pride and partly by the populace, came face to face with him, "I"ve been in the circus business long enough to know a fake when I see one. You"ve been caught at it. Own up!"
The Colonel snorted indignantly and scornfully.
"You don"t own up, then?" queried Hiram.
"I"ll give you five minutes to stop circusin" and get your tub astraddle that reservoir," snapped the referee.
"It occurs to me," went on Hiram, "that you can spit farther if you"re up a tree. We want you to do your best when you spit for us."