"Here!" he cried. "The two of you wait just a minute. Keep right still until I come back. Don"t say a word to each other. It will only be wasting breath."
He went out, and they heard him clumping up the stairs into the upper part of the town house.
He came back with several books in the hook of his arm and found the two mute and not amiable. He surveyed them patronizingly, after he had placed the books on the table.
"Gents, once when I was considerably younger and consequently reckoned that I knew about all there was to know, not only all the main points, but all the foot-notes, I didn"t allow anybody else to know anything. And I used to lose more or less money betting that this and that wasn"t so. Then up would come the fellow with the cyclopedy and his facts and his figgers. At last I was so sure of one thing that I bet a thousand on it, and a fellow hit me over the head with every cyclopedy printed since the time Noah waited for the mud to dry. I got my lesson! After that I took my tip from the men that have spent time findin" out. I"m more or less of a fool now, but before that I was such a fool that I didn"t know that I didn"t know enough to know that I didn"t know."
"What did you bet on?" inquired the Cap"n, with a gleam of interest.
"None of your business!" snapped Hiram, a red flush on his cheek.
"But if I"d paid more attention to geography in my school than I did to tamin" toads and playin" circus I wouldn"t have bet."
He opened one of the books that he had secured in his trip to the town library.
"Now, you say offhand, Cap, that there never was such a thing as a witch. Well, right here are the figgers to show that between 1482 and 1784 more than three hundred thousand wimmen were put to death in Europe for bein" witches. There"s the facts under "Witches" in your own town cyclopedy."
Cap"n Sproul did not appear to be convinced.
"There it is, down in black and white," persisted Hiram. "Now, how about there never bein" any witches?" He tapped his finger on the open page.
"If the book says that, witches must be extinker than dodos. Your cyclopedy don"t say anything about any of "em gettin" away and comin"
over to this country, does it?"
"Of _course_ we"ve had "em in this country," said Hiram, opening another book. "Caught "em by the dozen in Salem! Cotton Mather made a business of it. You don"t think a man like Cotton Mather is lettin"
himself be fooled on the witch question, do you? Here"s the book he wrote. A man that"s as pious as Cotton Mather ain"t makin" up lies and writin" "em down, and puttin" himself on record."
"There"s just as many witches to-day as there ever was," cried the corroborative Mr. Gammon. "The trouble is they ain"t hunted out and brought to book for their infernal actions. There"s hundreds and hundreds of folks goin" through this life pestered all the time with trouble that"s made for "em by a witch, and they don"t know what"s the matter with "em. But they can"t fool me. I know witches when I see "em. And when she turns herself into a cat and--"
"Does _what_?" demanded the Cap"n, testily.
"Why, it wa"n"t more"n three nights ago that I heard her yowlin" away in my barn chamber, and there she was, turned into a cat most as big as a ca"f, and I throwed an iron kittle at her and she come right through the bottom of it like it was a paper hoop. There, now! What have you got to say to that?"
"That you are about as handy a liar as I ever had stand up in front of me," returned the Cap"n, with animation. He whirled on Hiram and gesticulated at the books. "Do you mean to tell me that you"re standin" in with him on any such jing-bedoozled, blame" foolishness as this? I took you to be man-grown."
"It"s always easy enough to r"ar up in this world and blart that things ain"t so," snapped Hiram, with some heat. "Fools do that thing right along. I don"t want you to be that kind. Live and learn."
"Witches or no witches, cyclopedy or no cyclopedy, what I want to know is, do you want to have it pa.s.sed round this community that the two of us set here--men that have been round this world as much as we have--and heard a man tell a cat-and-kittle story like that, and lapped it down? They"ll be here sellin" us counterfeit money and gold bricks next."
Hiram blinked a little doubtfully at Mr. Gammon, and his rope and gander, and probably, under ordinary circ.u.mstances, would have flouted that gentleman. But the authority of the encyclopedia gave his naturally disputatious nature a stimulus not to be resisted.
Beating the page with the back of his hand, he a.s.sembled his proof that there had been witches, that there are witches, and that there will be more witches in the future. And he wound up by declaring that Mr. Gammon probably knew what he was talking about--a statement that Mr. Gammon indorsed with a spirited tale of how his ox-chains had been turned into mighty serpents in his dooryard, and had thrashed around there all night to his unutterable distress and alarm. Again he demanded investigation of his case, and protection by the authorities.
In this appeal he was backed by Hiram, who volunteered his a.s.sistance in making the investigation. And in the end, Cap"n Sproul, as first selectman of Smyrna, consented to visit the scene of alleged enchantment in "Purgatory," though as private citizen he criticised profanely the state of mind that allowed him to go on such an errand.
He gnawed his beard, and a flush of something like shame settled on his cheek. It seemed to him that he was allowing himself to be cajoled into a mild spree of lunacy.
"And there bein" no time like the present, and my horse bein" hitched out there in the shed," advised Hiram, briskly, "why not go now? Did you ride out from your place or walk?" he inquired of "Cheerful Charles."
"Walked," replied Mr. Gammon, dejectedly. "My hoss is bewitched, too.
Can"t get him out of the stable."
"We"ll take you along with us," was Hiram"s kindly proffer.
"Him and that gander?" protested the Cap"n.
"I can set in behind with the garnder under my arm," urged Mr. Gammon, meekly.
The Cap"n came around the table and angrily twitched the rope off Mr. Gammon"s neck. That much concession to the convenances he demanded with a vigor that his doleful const.i.tuent did not gainsay.
When they drove away the baleful eye of the first selectman spied Squire Alcander Reeves furtively regarding them through the dingy gla.s.s of his office window.
"Me off witch-chasin" and him standin" there grinnin" at it like a jezeboo!" he gritted. And he surveyed, with no very gracious regard, his companions in this unspeakable quest.
When they were well out of the village Mr. Gammon twisted his neck and sought to impart more information over the back of the seat.
"I tell you, she"s a cooler when it comes to bedevilin". She had an old Leghorn hen that a mink killed just after the hen had brought out a brood of chickens. And what do you s"pose she done? Why, she went right to work and put a cluck onto the cat, and the cat has brooded "em ever since."
The Cap"n emitted a snort of disgust.
"And here we are, two sensible men, ridin" around over this town an"
tryin" to make head and tail out of such guff as that! Do you pretend to tell me for one minute, Hiram Look, that you take any kind of stock in this sort of thing? Now, just forget that cyclopedy business and your ancient history for a few minutes and be honest. Own up that you were arguin" to hear yourself talk, and that you"re dragging me out here to pa.s.s away the time."
Hiram scratched his nose and admitted that now the Cap"n had asked for friendly candor, he really didn"t take much stock in witches.
"There! I knew it!" cried the selectman, with unction and relief.
"And now that you"ve had your joke and done with it, let"s dump out old coffin-mug and his gander and turn round and go back about our business."
But Hiram promptly whipped along.
"Oh, thunder!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "While we"re about it, we might as well see it through. My curiosity is sort of stirred up."
The Cap"n was angry in good earnest again.
"Curiosity!" he snarled. "Now you"ve named it. I wouldn"t own up to bein" such a pickid-nosed old maid as that, not for a thousand dollars!"
Hiram was wholly unruffled.
"How do you suppose any one ever knew enough to write a cyclopedy,"
said he, "if they didn"t go investigate and find out? They went official, just as we are goin" now."
Hiram seemed to take much content in that phase of the situation, feeling that mere personal inquisitiveness was dignified in this case under the aegis of law and authority. It was exactly this view of the matter that most disturbed Cap"n Aaron Sproul, for that hateful Pharisee, Squire Reeves, had supplied the law to compel his own authority as selectman.
He sat with elbows on his knees, gloomily surveying a dim reflection of himself in the dasher of Hiram"s wagon. In pondering on the trammels of responsibility the sour thought occurred to him, as it had many times in the past year, that commanding a town was a different proposition from being ruler of the _Jefferson P. Benn_ on the high seas--with the odds in favor of the __Benn__.
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