"Lick him till his tongue hangs out!" said Mr. Gammon, with bitterer venom.
"That will be a good place to lay for him; right down there by the alders," suggested the Cap"n, pointing his finger.
"Yes, sir, lick him till his own brother won"t know him." And Mr.
Gammon clicked together his bony fists, as hard as flints.
"And that"s another point!" said Hiram, hastily. "You"ve seen to-day that I"m a pretty shrewd chap to guess. I"ve been round the world enough to put two and two together. Makin" man my study is how I"ve got my property. Now, Gammon, you"ve got that writin" by Squire Alcander Reeves. When you said "brother" it reminded me of what I"ve been ponderin". Bat Reeves has been making the Widder Orff matter a still hunt. His brother wasn"t on. When you went to the squire to complain, squire saw a chance to get the Cap"n into a law sc.r.a.pe--slander, trespa.s.s, malicious mischief--something! Them lawyers are ready for anything!"
"Reg"lar sharks!" snapped the selectman.
"Now," continued Hiram, "after you"ve got Bat Reeves licked to an extent that will satisfy inquirin" friends and all parties interested, you hand that writin" to him! It will show him that his blasted fool of a lawyer brother, by tryin" to feather his own nest, has lost him the widder and her property, got him his lickin", and put him into a hole gen"rally. Tell him that if it hadn"t been for that paper drivin" us out here northin" would have been known."
Hiram put up his nose and drew in a long breath of prophetic satisfaction.
"And if I"m any judge of what "ll be the state of Bat Reeves"s feelin"s in general when he gets back to the village, the Reeves family will finish up by lickin" each other--and when they make a lawsuit out of that it will be worth while wastin" a few hours in court to listen to. How do you figger it, Cap"n?"
"It"s a stem-windin", self-actin" proposition that"s wound up, and is now tickin" smooth and reg"lar," said the Cap"n, with deep conviction. "They"ll both get it!"
And they did.
Cap"n Aaron Sproul and Hiram Look shook hands on the news before nine o"clock the next morning.
XIX
Mr. Loammi Crowther plodded up the road. Mr. Eleazar Bodge stumped down the road.
They arrived at the gate of Cap"n Aaron Sproul, first selectman of Smyrna, simultaneously.
Bathed in the benignancy of bland Indian summer, Cap"n Sproul and his friend Hiram Look surveyed these arrivals from the porch of the Sproul house.
At the gate, with some apprehensiveness, Mr. Bodge gave Mr. Crowther precedence. As usual when returning from the deep woods, Mr. Crowther was bringing a trophy. This time it was a three-legged lynx, which sullenly squatted on its haunches and allowed itself to be dragged through the dust by a rope tied into its collar.
"You needn"t be the least mite afeard of that bobcat," protested Mr.
Crowther, cheerily; "he"s a perfick pet, and wouldn"t hurt the infant in its cradle."
The cat rolled back its lips and snarled. Mr. Bodge retreated as nimbly as a man with a peg-leg could be expected to move.
"I got him out of a trap and cured his leg, and he"s turrible grateful," continued Mr. Crowther.
But Mr. Bodge trembled even to his mat of red beard as he backed away.
"Him and me has got so"s we"re good friends, and I call him Robert--Bob for short," explained the captor, wistfully.
"You call him off--that"s what you call him," shouted Mr. Bodge. "I hain"t had one leg chawed off by a mowin"-machine to let a cust hyeny chaw off the other. Git out of that gateway. I"ve got business here with these gents."
"So"ve I," returned Mr. Crowther, meekly; and he went in, dragging his friend.
"I done your arrunt," he announced to the Cap"n. "I cruised them timberlands from Dan to Beersheby, and I"m ready to state facts and figgers."
"Go ahead and state," commanded the Cap"n.
"I reckon it better be in private," advised the other, his pale-blue eyes resting dubiously on Hiram.
"I ain"t got no secrets from him," said the Cap"n, smartly. "Break cargo!"
"You"ll wish you heard it in private," persisted Mr. Crowther, with deep meaning. "It ain"t northin" you"ll be proud of."
"I"ll run along, I guess!" broke in the old showman. "It may be something--"
"It ain"t," snapped the Cap"n. "It"s only about them timberlands that my wife owned with her brother, Colonel Gideon Ward. Estate wasn"t divided when the old man Ward died, and since we"ve been married I"ve had power of attorney from my wife to represent her." His jaw-muscles ridged under his gray beard, and his eyes narrowed in angry reminiscence.
"We"ve had two annual settlements, me and her brother. First time "twas a free fight--next time "twas a riot--third time, well, if there had been a third time I"d have killed him. So I saved myself from State Prison by dividin" accordin" to the map, and then I sent Crowther up to look the property over. There ain"t no secret. You sit down, Hiram."
"Considerin" the man, I should think you"d have done your lookin"
over before you divided," suggested the showman. He scented doleful possibilities in Mr. Crowther"s mien.
"If I"d done business with him fifteen minutes longer by the clock I"d have been in prison now for murder--and it would have been a b.l.o.o.d.y murder at that," blurted the Cap"n. "It had to be over and done with short and sharp. He took half. I took half. Pa.s.sed papers.
He got away just before I lost control of myself. Narrowest escape I ever had. All I know about the part I"ve got is that it"s well wooded and well watered."
"It is," agreed Mr. Crowther, despondently. "It"s the part where the big reservoir dam flows back for most twenty miles. You can sail all over it in a bo"t, and cut toothpicks from the tops of the second-growth birch. He collected all the flowage damages. He"s lumbered the rest of your half till there ain"t northin" there but hoop poles and battens. All the standin" timber wuth anything is on his half. I wouldn"t swap a brimstun" dump in Tophet for your half."
"How in the devil did you ever let yourself get trimmed that way?"
demanded Hiram. "It"s all right for ten-year-old boys to swap jack-knives, sight unseen, but how a man grown would do a thing like you done I don"t understand."
"Nor I," agreed the Cap"n, gloomily. "I reckon about all I was thinkin" of was lettin" him get away before I had blood on my hands.
I"m afraid of my own self sometimes. And it"s bad in the family when you kill a brother-in-law. I took half. He took half. Bein" a sailorman, I reckoned that land was land, acre for acre."
"The only man I ever heard of as bein" done wuss," continued Mr.
Crowther, "was a city feller that bought a quarter section of township "Leven for a game-preserve, and found when he got up there that it was made up of Misery Bog and the south slope of Squaw Mountain, a ledge, and juniper bushes. The only game that could stay there was swamp-swogons, witherlicks, and doodywhackits."
"What"s them?" inquired the Cap"n, as though he hoped that he might at least have these tenants on his worthless acres.
"Woods names for things that there ain"t none of," vouchsafed Mr.
Crowther. "You owe me for twenty-two days" work, nine shillin"s a day, amountin" to--"
"Here! Take that and shut up!" barked the Cap"n, shoving bills at him. Then he wagged a stubby finger under Mr. Crowther"s nose. "Now you mark well what I say to you! This thing stays right here among us. If I hear of one yip comin" from you about the way I"ve been done, I"ll come round to your place and chop you into mince-meat and feed you to that animile there!"
"Oh, I"m ashamed enough for you so that I won"t ever open my mouth,"
cried Mr. Crowther. He went out through the gate, dragging his sulky captive.
"And you needn"t worry about me, neither," affirmed Mr. Bodge, who had been standing unnoted in the shadow of the woodbine.
"Of course," he continued, "I ain"t got so thick with either of you gents as some others has in this place, never likin" to push myself in where I ain"t wanted. But I know you are both gents and willin"
to use them right that uses you right."