"_Squawnk!_" repeated the plaintive voice outside.
Mr. Gammon had a head narrowed in the shape of an old-fashioned coffin, and the impression it produced was fully as doleful. His neighbors in that remote section of Smyrna known as "Purgatory," having the saving grace of humor, called him "Cheerful Charles."
The glare in the Cap"n"s eyes failed to dislodge him, and the Cap"n"s mind was just then too intent on a certain topic to admit even the digression of ordering Mr. Gammon out.
"What in the name of Josephus Priest do I care what the public demands?" he continued, shoving his face toward the lowering countenance of Mr. Tate. "I"ve built our end of the road to the town-line accordin" to the line of survey that"s best for this town, and now if Vienny ain"t got a mind to finish their road to strike the end of our"n, then let the both of "em yaw apart and end in the sheep-pastur". The public ain"t runnin" this. It"s _me_--the first selectman. You are takin" orders from _me_--and you want to understand it. Don"t you nor any one else move a shovelful of dirt till I tell you to."
Hiram Look, retired showman and steady loafer in the selectman"s office, rolled his long cigar across his lips and grunted indors.e.m.e.nt.
"_Squawnk!_" The appeal outside was a bit more insistent.
Mr. Gammon sighed. Hiram glanced his way and noted that he had a noose of clothes-line tied so tightly about his neck that his flabby dewlap was pinched. He carried the rest of the line in a coil on his arm.
"Public says--" Mr. Tate began to growl.
"Well, what does public say?"
"Public that has to go around six miles by crossro"ds to git into Vienny says that you wa"n"t elected to be no crowned head nor no Seizer of Rooshy!" Mr. Tate, stung by memories of the taunts flung at him as surveyor, grew angry in his turn. "I live out there, and I have to take the brunt of it. They think you and that old fool of a Vienny selectman that"s lettin" a personal row ball up the bus"ness of two towns are both bedeviled."
"She"s prob"ly got it over them, too," enigmatically observed Mr.
Gammon, in a voice as hollow as wind in a knot-hole.
This time the outside "_Squawnk_" was so imperious that Mr. Gammon opened the door. In waddled the one who had been demanding admittance.
"It"s my tame garnder," said Mr. Gammon, apologetically. "He was lonesome to be left outside."
A fuzzy little cur that had been sitting between Mr. Tate"s earth-stained boots ran at the gander and yapped shrilly. The big bird curved his neck, bristled his feathers, and hissed.
"Kick "em out of here!" snapped the Cap"n, indignantly.
"Any man that"s soft-headed enough to have a gander followin" him round everywhere he goes ought to have a guardeen appointed,"
suggested Mr. Tate, acidulously, after he had recovered his dog and had cuffed his ears.
"My garnder is a gent side of any low-lived dog that ever gnawed carrion," retorted Mr. Gammon, his funereal gloom lifting to show one flash of resentment.
"Look here!" sputtered the Cap"n, "this ain"t any Nat"ral History Convention. Shut up, I tell ye, the two of you! Now, Tate, you can up killick and set sail for home. I"ve given you your course, and don"t you let her off one point. You tell the public of this town, and you can stand on the town-line and holler it acrost into Vienny, that the end of that road stays right there."
Mr. Tate, his dog under his arm, paused at the door to fling over his shoulder another muttered taunt about "bedevilment," and disappeared.
"Now, old b.u.t.ton on a graveyard gate, what do you want?" demanded Cap"n Sproul, running eye of great disfavor over Mr. Gammon and his faithful attendant. He had heard various reports concerning this widower recluse of Purgatory, and was prepared to dislike him.
"I reckoned she"d prob"ly have it over you, too," said Mr. Gammon, drearily. "It"s like her to aim for shinin" marks."
Cap"n Sproul blinked at him, and then turned dubious gaze on Hiram, who leaned back against the whitewashed wall, nesting his head comfortably in his locked fingers.
"If she"s bedeviled me and bedeviled you, there ain"t no tellin"
where she"ll stop," Mr. Gammon went on. "And you bein" more of a shinin" mark, it will be worse for you."
"Look here," said the first selectman, squaring his elbows on the table and scowling on "Cheerful Charles," "if you"ve come to me to get papers to commit you to the insane horsepittle, you"ve proved your case. You needn"t say another word. If it"s any other business, get it out of you, and then go off and take a swim with your old web-foot--_there!_"
Mr. Gammon concealed any emotion that the slur provoked. He came along to the table and tucked a paper under the Cap"n"s nose.
"There"s what Squire Alcander Reeves wrote off for me, and told me to hand it to you. He said it would show you your duty."
The selectman stared up at Mr. Gammon when he uttered the hateful name of Reeves. Mr. Gammon twisted the noose on his neck so that the knot would come under his ear, and endured the stare with equanimity.
With spectacles settled on a nose that wrinkled irefully, the Cap"n perused the paper, his eyes growing bigger. Then he looked at the blank back of the sheet, stared wildly at Mr. Gammon, and whirled to face his friend Look.
"Hiram," he blurted, "you listen to this: "Pers"nally appeared before me this fifteenth day of September Charles Gammon, of Smyrna, and deposes and declares that by divers arts, charms, spells, and magic, incantations, and evil hocus-pocus, one--one--""
"Arizima," prompted Mr. Gammon, mournfully. The Cap"n gazed on him balefully, and resumed:
""One Arizima Orff has bewitched and bedeviled him, his cattle, his chattels, his belongings, including one calf, one churn, and various ox-chains. It is therefore the opinion of the court that the first selectman of Smyrna, as chief munic.i.p.al officer, should investigate this case under the law made and provided for the detection of witches, and for that purpose I have put this writing in the hands of Mr. Gammon that he may summon the proper authority, same being first selectman aforesaid.""
"That is just how he said it to me," confirmed "Cheerful Charles."
"He said that it was a thing for the selectman to take hold of without a minute"s delay. I wish you"d get your hat and start for my place now and forthwith."
Cap"n Sproul paid no attention to the request. He was searching the face of Hiram with eyes in which the light was growing lurid.
"I"m goin" over to his office and hosswhip him, and I want you to come along and see me do it." He crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it into a corner, and stumped to the window.
"It"s just as I reckoned," he raged. "He was lookin" out to see how the joke worked. I see him dodge back. He"s behind the curtain in his office." Again he whirled on Hiram. "After what the Reeves family has tried to do to us," he declared, with a flourish of his arm designed to call up in Mr. Look"s soul all the sour memories of things past, "he"s takin" his life in his hands when he starts in to make fun of me with a lunatic and a witch-story."
Mr. Gammon had recovered the dishonored doc.u.ment, and was smoothing it on the table.
"That"s twice you"ve called me a lunatic," he remonstrated. "You call me that again, and you"ll settle for slander! Now, I"ve come here with an order from the court, and your duty is laid before you. When a town officer has sworn to do his duty and don"t do it, a citizen can make it hot for him." Mr. Gammon, his bony hands caressing his legal doc.u.ment, was no longer apologetic. "Be you goin" to do your duty--yes or no?"
"If--if--you ain"t a--say, what have you got that rope around your neck for?" demanded the first selectman.
"To show to the people that if I ain"t protected from persecution and relieved of my misery by them that"s in duty bound to do the same, I"ll go out and hang myself--and the blame will then be placed where it ought to be placed," declared Mr. Gammon, shaking a gaunt finger at the Cap"n.
As a man of hard common sense the Cap"n wanted to pounce on the paper, tear it up, announce his practical ideas on the witchcraft question, and then kick Mr. Gammon and his gander into the middle of the street.
But as town officer he gazed at the end of that monitory finger and took second thought.
And as he pondered, Hiram Look broke in with a word.
"I know it looks suspicious, comin" from a Reeves," said he, "but I hardly see anything about it to start your temper so, Cap."
"Why, he might just as well have sent me a writin" to go out and take a census of the hossflies between here and the Vienny town-line,"
sputtered the first selectman; "or catch the moskeeters in Snell"s bog and paint "em red, white, and blue. I tell you, it"s a dirty, sneakin", underhand way of gettin" me laughed at."
"I ain"t a humorous man myself, and there ain"t no--" began Mr.
Gammon.
"Shut up!" bellowed the Cap"n. "It was only last week, Hiram, that that old gob of cat-meat over there that calls himself a lawyer said I"d taken this job of selectman as a license to stick my nose into everybody"s business in town. Now, here he is, rigging me out with a balloon-jib and stays"ls"--he pointed a quivering finger at the paper that Mr. Gammon was nursing--"and sendin" me off on a tack that will pile me up on Fool Rocks. Everybody can say it of me, then--that I"m stickin" my nose in. Because there ain"t any witches, and never was any witches."
"Ain"t witches?" squealed Mr. Gammon. "Why, you--"
But Hiram checked the outburst with flapping palm.