"Let"s get her before she throws the letter--get her with the goods on her!" breathed Hiram, huskily. And when she was opposite they leaped the stone wall.
She had seasonable alarm, for several big stones rolled off the wall"s top. And she turned and ran down the road with the two men pounding along fiercely in pursuit.
"My Gawd!" gasped Aaron, after a dozen rods; "talk about--gayzelles--she"s--she"s--"
He didn"t finish the sentence, preferring to save his breath.
But skirts are an awkward enc.u.mbrance in a sprinting match. Hiram, with longer legs than the pudgy Cap"n, drew ahead and overhauled the fugitive foot by foot. And at sound of his footsteps behind her, and his hoa.r.s.e grunt, "I"ve got ye!" she whirled and, before the amazed showman could protect himself, she struck out and knocked him flat on his back. But when she turned again to run she stepped on her skirt, staggered forward dizzily, and fell in a heap. The next instant the Cap"n tripped over Hiram, tumbled heavily, rolled over twice, and brought up against the prostrate fugitive, whom he clutched in a grasp there was no breaking.
"Don"t let her hit ye," howled Hiram, struggling up. "She"s got an arm like a mule"s hind leg."
"And whiskers like a goat!" bawled the Cap"n, choking in utter astonishment. "Strike a match and let"s see what kind of a blamenation catfish this is, anyhow."
And a moment later, the Cap"n"s knees still on the writhing figure, they beheld, under the torn veil, by the glimmer of the match, the convulsed features of Batson Reeves, second selectman of the town of Smyrna.
"Well, marm," remarked Hiram, after a full thirty seconds of amazed survey, "you"ve sartinly picked out a starry night for a ramble."
Mr. Reeves seemed to have no language for reply except some shocking oaths.
"That ain"t very lady-like talk," protested Look, lighting another match that he might gloat still further. "You ought to remember that you"re in the presence of your two "darlin"s." We can"t love any one that cusses. You"ll be smokin" a pipe or chawin" tobacker next." He chuckled, and then his voice grew hard. "Stop your wigglin", you blasted, livin" scarecrow, or I"ll split your head with a rock, and this town will call it good reddance. Roll him over onto his face, Cap"n Sproul."
A generous strip of skirt, torn off by Reeves"s boot, lay on the ground. Hiram seized it and bound the captive"s arms behind his back.
"Now let him up, Cap," he commanded, and the two men helped the unhappy selectman to his feet.
"So it"s you, hey?" growled Hiram, facing him. "Because I"ve come here to this town and found a good woman and married her, and saved her from bein" fooled into marryin" a skunk like you, you"ve put up this job, hey? Because Cap"n Sproul has put you where you belong in town business, you"re tryin" to do him, too, hey? What do you reckon we"re goin" to do with you?"
It was evident that Mr. Reeves was not prepared to state. He maintained a stubborn silence.
Cap"n Sproul had picked up the hat with the tall feather and was gingerly revolving it in his hands.
"You"re a nice widderer, you are!" snorted Hiram. "A man that will wear a deceased"s clothes in order to help him break up families and spread sorrow and misery round a neighborhood, would be a second husband to make a woman both proud and pleased. Cap"n, put that hat and veil back onto him. I"ll hold him."
Mr. Reeves consented to stand still only after he had received a half-dozen open-handed buffets that made his head ring.
"There!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Hiram, after the Cap"n"s unaccustomed fingers had arranged the head-gear. "Bein" that you"re dressed for company, we"ll make a few calls. Grab a-holt, Cap"n."
"I"ll die in my tracks right here, first," squalled Reeves, guessing their purpose. But he was helpless in their united clutch. They rushed him up the lane, tramped along the piazza noisily, jostled through the front door, and presented him before Hiram"s astounded wife.
"Mis" Look," said her husband, "here"s the lady that"s in love with me, and that has been leavin" me letters. It bein" the same lady that was once in love with you, I reckon you"ll appreciate my feelin"s in the matter. There"s just one more clue that we need to clinch this thing--and that"s another one of those letters. The Cap"n and I don"t know how to find a pocket in a woman"s dress. We"re holdin" this lady.
You hunt for the pocket, Mis" Look."
The amazement on her comely face changed to sudden and indignant enlightenment.
"The miserable scalawag!" she cried. The next instant, with one thrust of her hand, she had the d.a.m.ning evidence. There were two letters.
"She ain"t delivered the one to darlin" Cap"n Sproul this evenin","
Hiram remarked, persisting still in his satiric use of the feminine p.r.o.noun. "If you"ll put on your bonnet, Mis" Look, we"ll all sa"nter acrost to the Cap"n"s and see that Louada Murilla gets hers. Near"s I can find out, the rules of this special post-office is that all love-letters to us pa.s.s through our wives" hands."
In the presence of Mrs. Sproul, after the excitement of the dramatic entrance had subsided, the unhappy captive attempted excuses, cringing pitifully.
"I didn"t think of it all by myself," he bleated. "It was what the Dawn woman said, and then when I mentioned that I had some grudges agin" the same parties she wrote the notes, and the perfessor planned the rest, so"t we could both get even. But it wasn"t my notion. I reckon he mesmerized me into it. I ain"t to blame. Them mesmerists has awful powers."
"Ya-a-a-as, that"s probably just the way of it!" sneered Hiram, with blistering sarcasm. "But you"ll be unmesmerized before we get done with you. There"s nothin" like makin" a good job of your cure, seein"
that you was unfort"nit" enough to get such a dose of it that it"s lasted you a week. Grab him, Cap"n."
"What be ye goin" to do now?" quavered Reeves.
"Take you down into the village square, and, as foreman of the Ancient and Honer"ble Firemen"s a.s.sociation, I"ll ring the bell and call out the department, stand you up in front of them all in your flounces fine, and tell "em what you"ve been doin" to their chief. I guess all the heavy work of gettin" even with you will be taken off"m my hands after that."
Reeves groaned.
"As first selectman," broke in the Cap"n, "and interested in keepin"
bad characters out of town, I shall suggest that they take and ride you into Vienny on a rail."
"With my fife and drum corps ahead," shouted Hiram, warming to the possibilities.
"I"ll die here in my tracks first!" roared the captive.
"It"s kind of apparent that Madame Dawn didn"t give you lessons in prophesyin", along with the rest of her instruction," remarked Hiram.
"That makes twice this evenin" that you"ve said you were goin" to die, and you"re still lookin" healthy. Come along! Look happy, for you"re goin" to be queen of the May, mother!"
But when they started to drag him from the room both women interposed.
"Hiram, dear," pleaded his wife, "please let the man go. Louada Murilla and I know now what a scalawag he is, and we know how we"ve misjudged both you and Cap"n Sproul, and we"ll spend the rest of our lives showin" you that we"re sorry. But let him go! If you make any such uproar as you"re talkin" of it will all come out that he made your wives believe that you were bad men. It will shame us to death, Hiram. Please let him go."
"Please let him go, Aaron," urged Mrs. Sproul, with all the fervor of her feelings. "It will punish him worst if you drop him here and now, like a snake that you"ve picked up by mistake."
Cap"n Sproul and Hiram Look stared at each other a long time, meditating. They went apart and mumbled in colloquy. Then the Cap"n trudged to his front door, opened it, and held it open. Hiram cut the strip that bound their captive"s wrists.
The second selectman had not the courage to raise his eyes to meet the stares directed on him. With head bowed and the tall feather nodding over his face he slunk out into the night. And Hiram and the Cap"n called after him in jovial chorus:
"Good-night, marm!"
"This settling down in life seems to be more or less of a complicated performance," observed Cap"n Sproul when the four of them were alone, "but just at this minute I feel pretty well settled. I reckon I"ve impressed it on a few disturbers in this town that I"m the sort of a man that"s better left alone. It looks to me like a long, calm spell of weather ahead."
XVII
Mr. Gammon"s entrance into the office of the first selectman of Smyrna was un.o.btrusive. In fact, to employ a paradox, it was so un.o.btrusive as to be almost spectacular.
The door opened just about wide enough to admit a cat, were that cat sufficiently slab-sided, and Mr. Gammon slid his lath-like form in edgewise. He stood beside the door after he had shut it softly behind him. He gazed forlornly at Cap"n Aaron Sproul, first selectman.
Outside sounded a plaintive "_Squawnk!_"
Cap"n Sproul at that moment had his fist up ready to s.p.a.ck it down into his palm to add emphasis to some particularly violent observation he was just then making to Mr. Tate, highway "surveyor"
in Tumble-d.i.c.k District. Cap"n Sproul jerked his chin around over his shoulder so as to stare at Mr. Gammon, and held his fist poised in air.