Feeling a little ignorant of just what the law was in the case, Cap"n Sproul chose to make his directions vague and his facial expression unmistakable, and he backed out, bending impartial and baleful stare on the miserable couple.
When he got back to the town office he pen-printed a sign, "Keep Out,"
tacked it upon the outer door, set the end of his long table against the door for a barricade, and fell to undisturbed work on the figures.
And having made such progress during the day that his mind was free for other matters in the evening, he trudged over to Neighbor Hiram Look"s to smoke with the ex-showman and detail to that wondering listener the astonishing death-claims of the returned Mr. Crymble.
"Grampy Long-legs, there, may think he"s dead and may say he"s dead,"
remarked Hiram, grimly, "but it looks to me as though Bat Reeves was the dead one in this case. He"s lost the widder."
Cap"n Sproul turned luminous gaze of full appreciation on his friend.
"Hiram," he said, "we"ve broke up a good many courtships for Reeves, you and me have, but, speakin" frankly, I"d have liked to see him get that Crymble woman. If she ain"t blood kin to the general manager of Tophet, then I"m all off in pedigree, I don"t blame Crymble for dyin" three times to make sure that she was a widder. If it wasn"t for administerin" town business right I"d have got him a spider-web and let him sail away on it. As it is, I reckon I"ve scared him about twenty-four hours" worth. He"ll stick there in torment for near that time. But about noon to-morrow he"ll get away unless I scare him again or ball-and-chain him with a thread and a buckshot."
"I"m interested in freaks," said Hiram, "and I"ll take this case off your hands and see that the livin" skeleton don"t get away until we decide to bury him or put him in a show where he can earn an honest livin". Skeletons ain"t what they used to be for a drawin"-card, but I know of two or three punkin circuiters that might take him on."
In view of that still looming incubus of the unfinished town report, Cap"n Sproul accepted Hiram"s offer with alacrity.
"It ain"t that I care so much about the critter himself," he confided, "but Bat Reeves has got his oar in the case, and by to-morrow the whole town will be watchin" to see which gets the upper hands."
"I"ll camp there," promised Hiram, "and I don"t reckon they can do old dead-and-alive to any great extent whilst I"ve got my eye on "em."
Cap"n Sproul barricaded his door again the next day and disregarded ordinary summons at the portal. But along in the afternoon came one who, after knocking vainly, began to batter with fists and feet, and when the first selectman finally tore open the door with full determination to kick this persistent disturber off the steps, he found Hiram Look there. And Hiram Look came in and thumped himself into a chair with no very clearly defined look of triumph on his face.
"He ain"t dead again, is he?" demanded Cap"n Sproul, apprehensively.
"No, he ain"t, and that"s where he loses," replied the old showman.
He chafed his blue nose and thumped his feet on the floor to warm them. It was plain that he had been long exposed to the December wind.
"Law," announced Hiram, "has got more wrinkles in it than there are in a fake mermaid"s tail. Do you know what kind of a game they"ve gone to work and rigged up on your friend, the human curling-tongs?
The widder has got him to doin" ch.o.r.es again. It seems that she was always strong on keepin" him doin" ch.o.r.es. He"s peckin" away at that pile of wood that"s fitted and lays at the corner of the barn. He"s luggin" it into the woodshed, and three sticks at a time make his legs bend like corset whalebones. Looks like he"s got a good stiddy job for all winter--and every once in a while she comes out and yaps at him to prod him up."
"Well, that gets him taken care of, all right," said the Cap"n, with a sigh of relief.
"Yes, he"s taken care of," remarked Hiram, dryly. "But you don"t understand the thing yet, Cap"n. On top of that woodpile sets Bat Reeves, lappin" the end of a lead-pencil and markin" down every time old water-skipper there makes a trip."
"Well, if it amuses him, it takes care of him, too," said the Cap"n.
"Looks innercent, childlike, and sociable, hey?" inquired the showman, sarcastically. "Well, you just listen to what I"ve dug up about that. Bat Reeves has bought the strip of ground between the woodpile and the shed door by some kind of a deal he"s rigged up with the widder, and with Alcander Reeves advisin" as counsel. And he"s got a stake set in the middle of that piece of ground and on that stake is a board and on that board is painted: "Trespa.s.sing Forbidden on Penalty of the Law." And him and that woman, by Alcander Reeves"s advice, are teaming that old cuss of a husband back and forth acrost that strip and markin" down a trespa.s.s offence every time he lugs an armful of wood."
The Cap"n blinked his growing amazement.
"And the scheme is," continued Hiram, "to have old law shark of an Alcander, as trial justice, sentence the livin" skeleton on each separate trespa.s.s offence, fine and imprisonment in default of payment. Why, they"ve got enough chalked down against him now to make up a hundred years" sentence, and he"s travellin" back and forth there as innercent of what they"re tryin" to do as is the babe unborn."
"Can they do any such infernal thing as that in law?" demanded the Cap"n.
"Blamed if I know. But I never see northin" yet they couldn"t do in law, if they see you comin" and got the bind on you."
"Law!" roared Cap"n Sproul, clacking his hard fist on the table rim.
"Law will tie more knots in a man"s business than a whale can tie in a harpoon-line. There ain"t no justice in it--only pickin"s and stealin"s. Why, I had a mate once that was downed on T wharf in Bos"n and robbed, and they caught the men, and the mate couldn"t give witness bonds and they locked him up with "em, and the men got away one night and wa"n"t ever caught, and the result was the mate served a jail sentence before they got his bonds matter fixed. It was just the same as a jail sentence. He had to stay there."
Hiram was fully as doleful in regard to the possibilities of the law.
"Once they get old Soup-bone behind bars on them trespa.s.s cases,"
he said, "he"ll stay there, all right. They"ll fix it somehow--you needn"t worry. I reckon they"ll be arrestin" him any minute now.
They"ve got cases enough marked down."
"We"ll see about that," snapped the Cap"n.
He b.u.t.toned his jacket and hurried into Hiram"s team, which was at the door. And with Hiram as charioteer they made time toward the Crymble place. Just out of the village they swept past Constable Zeburee Nute, whose slower Dobbin respectfully took the side of the highway.
"Bet ye money to mushmelons," mumbled Hiram as they pa.s.sed, "he"s got a warrant from old Alcander and is on his way to arrest."
"I know he is," affirmed the Cap"n. "Every time he sticks that old tin badge on the outside of his coat he"s on the war-path. Whip up, Hiram!"
From afar they spied the tall figure of Dependence Crymble pa.s.sing wraithlike to and fro across the yard.
"Thirty days per sashay!" grunted Hiram. "That"s the way they figger it."
Batson Reeves would have scrambled down from the top of the woodpile when he saw Cap"n Sproul halt Crymble in his weary labor and draw him to one side. But Hiram suggested to Mr. Reeves that he better stay up, and emphasized the suggestion by clutching a stick of stove-wood in each hand.
"Crymble," huskily whispered the Cap"n, "I put ye here out of a good meanin"--meanin" to keep ye out of trouble. But I"m afraid I"ve got ye into it."
"I told ye what she was and all about it," complained Mr. Crymble, bitterly.
"It ain"t "she," it"s--it"s--" The Cap"n saw the bobbing head of Nute"s Dobbin heaving into sight around distant alders. "All is, you needn"t stay where I put ye."
Mr. Crymble promptly dropped the three sticks of wood that he was carrying.
"But I don"t want you to get too far off till I think this thing over a little," resumed the Cap"n. "There ain"t no time now. You ought to know this old farm of your"n pretty well. You just go find a hole and crawl into it for a while."
"I"ll do it," declared Mr. Crymble, with alacrity. "I knew you"d find her out. Now that you"re with me, I"m with you. I"ll hide. You fix "em. "Tend to her first." He grabbed the Cap"n by the arm. "There"s a secret about that barnyard that no one knows but me. Blind his eyes!"
He pointed to Mr. Reeves. There was no time to delve into Mr.
Crymble"s motives just then. There was just time to act. The blank wall of the ell shut off Mrs. Crymble"s view of the scene. Constable Nute was still well down the road. There was only the basilisk Mr.
Reeves on the woodpile. Cap"n Sproul grabbed up a quilt spread to air behind the ell, and with a word to Hiram as he pa.s.sed him he scrambled up the heap of wood. Hiram followed, and the next moment they had hoodwinked the amazed Mr. Reeves and held him bagged securely in the quilt.
The Cap"n, with chin over his shoulder, saw Mr. Crymble scuff aside some frozen dirt in a corner of the barnyard, raise a plank with his bony fingers and insert his slender figure into the crevice disclosed, with all the suppleness of a snake. The plank dropped over his head, and his hiding-place was hidden. But while he and Hiram stood looking at the place where Mr. Crymble had disappeared, there sounded a m.u.f.fled squawk from the depths, there was the dull rumble of rocks, an inward crumbling of earth where the planks were, a puff of dust, and stillness.
"Gawd A"mighty!" blurted Hiram, aghast, "a dry well"s caved in on him."
"I told him to find a hole and crawl into it," quavered the Cap"n, fiddling trembling finger under his nose, "but I didn"t tell him to pull the hole in after him."
Mr. Reeves, left free to extricate himself from the quilt, bellowed to Mrs. Crymble and addressed the astonished Nute, who just then swung into the yard.
"They murdered that man, and I see "em do it!" he squalled, and added, irrelevantly, "they covered my head up so I couldn"t see "em do it."
Mrs. Crymble, who had been dignifiedly keeping the castle till the arrival of the constable, swooped upon the scene with hawk-like swiftness.
"This day"s work will cost you a pretty penny, Messers Look and Sproul," she shrilled. "Killin" a woman"s husband ain"t to be settled with salve, a sorry, and a dollar bill, Messers Sproul and Look."