Then the truth flashed upon him. A story had reached Goliath Mountain some weeks before, to the effect that a cross-roads store, some miles down the valley, had been robbed. The thieves had escaped with the stolen goods, leaving no clue by which they might be identified and brought to justice.
Nick saw that he had made a discovery. Here it was that the robbers had contrived to conceal their plunder, doubtless intending to wait until suspicion lulled, when they could carry it to some distant place, where it could safely be sold.
Suddenly a thought struck him that sent a shiver through every fibre of his body. This store was robbed in a singular manner. No bolt was broken,--no door burst open. There was a window, however, that lacked one pane of gla.s.s. The aperture would not admit a man"s body. It was believed that the burglars had pa.s.sed a boy through it, who had handed out the stolen goods.
And now, Nick foolishly argued, if any one should discover that _he_ knew where the plunder was hidden, they would believe that _he_ was that boy who had robbed the store!
He began to resolve that he would say nothing about what he had seen,--not even to Barney. He thought his safety lay in his silence.
Still, he did not want his silence to be to the advantage of wicked men, so he tried to persuade himself that the burglars would soon be traced and captured without the information which he knew it was his duty to give. "Ter be sartain, the officers will kem on this place arter a while," he said meditatively.
Then he shook his head doubtfully. The crag was far from any house, and except the dwellers on Goliath Mountain, few people knew of this great niche in it. "They war sly foxes what stowed away thar plunder hyar!" he exclaimed in despair.
Often, when Nick had before stood in the Conscripts" Hollow, he had imagined that he would make a good soldier. But his idea of a soldier was a fine uniform, and the ra-ta-ta of martial music. He had no conception of that high sense of duty which nerves a man to face danger; even now he did not know that he was a coward as he faltered and feared in the cause of right to encounter suspicion.
Courage!--Nick thought that meant to crack away at a bear, if you were lucky enough to have the chance; or to kill a rattlesnake, if you had a big heavy stone close at hand; or to scramble about among crags and precipices, if you felt certain of the steadiness of your head and the strength of your muscles. But he did not realize that "courage" could mean the nerve to speak one little word for duty"s sake.
He would not speak the word,--he had determined on that,--for might they not think that _he_ was the boy who had robbed the store?
He was quivering with excitement when he turned and began to walk along the ledge toward those roughly hewn natural steps by which he had descended. He knew that his agitation rendered his footing insecure. He was afraid of falling into the depths beneath, and he pressed close against the cliff.
On the narrow ledge, hardly two yards distant from the Conscripts"
Hollow, a clump of blackberry bushes was growing from a crevice in the rock. They had never before given him trouble; but now, as he brushed hastily past, they seemed to clutch at him with their th.o.r.n.y branches.
As he tore away from them roughly, he did not observe that he had left a fragment of his brown jeans clothing hanging upon the thorns, as a witness to his presence here close to the Conscripts" Hollow, where the stolen goods lay hidden. There was a coa.r.s.e, dark-colored horn b.u.t.ton attached to the bit of brown jeans, which was a three-cornered sc.r.a.p of his coat. No! of _Barney"s_ coat. And was it to be a witness against poor Barney, who had not gone near the Conscripts" Hollow, but was lying asleep on the summit of the crag, supposing he had his own coat under his own head?
He did not discover his mistake until some time afterward, for when Nick had slowly and laboriously climbed up the steep face of the cliff, he stripped off his friend"s torn coat before he roused him. Barney was awakened by having his pillow dragged rudely from under his head, and when at last he reluctantly opened his eyes on the hazy yellow sunlight, and saw Nick standing near on the great gray crag, he had no idea that this moment was an important crisis in his life.
The wind was coming up the gorge fresh and free; the autumnal foliage, swaying in it, was like the flaunting splendors of red and gold banners; the western ranges had changed from blue to purple, for the sun was sinking.
"It"s gittin" toler"ble late, Barney," said Nick. "Let"s go." He had on his own coat now, and he was impatient to be off.
"Did ye find the tur-r-key"s nest in the Conscripts" Hollow?" asked Barney, with a lazy yawn, and still flat on his back.
"No," said Nick curtly.
Then it occurred to him that it would be safer if his friend should think he had not been in the Hollow. "No," he reiterated, after a pause, "I didn"t go down ter the ledge arter all."
He had begun to lie,--where would it end?
"Whyn"t you-uns go?" demanded Barney, surprised.
"The wind war blowin" so powerful brief," Nick replied without a qualm.
"So I jes" s"arched fur a while in the woods back thar a piece."
In a moment more, Barney rose to his feet, picked up his coat, and put it on. He did not notice the torn place, for the garment was old and worn, and had many ragged edges. It lacked, however, but one b.u.t.ton, and that missing b.u.t.ton was attached to the triangular bit of brown jeans that fluttered on the th.o.r.n.y bush close to the Conscripts" Hollow.
All unconscious of his loss, he went away in the rich autumnal sunset, leaving it there as a witness against him.
CHAPTER II
After this, Nicholas Gregory was very steady at his work for a while. He kept out of the woods as much as possible, and felt that he knew more already than was good for him. Above all, he avoided that big sandstone cliff and the Conscripts" Hollow, where the goods lay hidden.
He heard no more of the search that had been made for the burglars and their booty, and he congratulated himself on his caution in keeping silent about what he had found.
"Now, ef it hed been that thar wide-mouthed Barney, stid o" me, he"d hev blabbed fust thing, an" they"d all hev thunk ez he war the boy what them scoundrels put through the winder ter steal the folkses" truck. They"d hev jailed him, I reckon."
He had begun to forget his own part in the wrong-doing,--that his silence was helping to screen "them scoundrels" from the law.
This state of mind continued for a week, perhaps. Then he fell to speculating about the stolen goods. He wondered whether they were all there yet, or whether the burglars had managed to carry them away. His curiosity grew so great that several times he was almost at the point of going to see for himself; but one morning, early, when an opportunity to do so was suddenly presented, his courage failed him.
His mother had just come into the log cabin from the hen-house with a woe-begone face.
"I do declar"!" she exclaimed solemnly, "that I"m surely the afflictedest "oman on G"liath Mounting! An" them young fall tur-r-keys air so spindlin" an" delikit they"ll be the death o" me yit!"
They were so spindling and delicate that they were the death of themselves. She had just buried three, and her heart and her larder were alike an aching void.
"Three died ter-day, an" two las" Wednesday!" As she counted them on her fingers she honored each with a shake of the head, so mournful that it might be accounted an obituary in dumb show. "I hev had no sort"n luck with this tur-r-key"s brood, an" the t"other hev stole her nest away, an" I hev got sech a mean no-"count set o" chillen they can"t find her.
Waal! waal! waal! this comin" winter the Lord"ll be _obleeged_ ter pervide."
This was washing-day, and as she began to scrub away on the noisy washboard, a sudden thought struck her. "Ye told me two weeks ago an"
better, Nick, that ye hed laid off ter sarch the Conscripts" Hollow; ye "lowed ye hed been everywhar else. Did ye go thar fur the tur-r-key?"
She faced him with her dripping arms akimbo.
Nick"s face turned red as he answered, "That thar tur-r-key ain"t a-nigh thar."
"What ails ye, Nick? thar"s su"thin" wrong. I kin tell it by yer looks.
Ye never hed the grit ter sarch thar, I"ll be bound; did ye, now?"
Nick could not bring himself to admit having been near the place.
"No," he faltered, "I never sarched thar."
"Ye"ll do it now, though!" his mother declared triumphantly. "I"m afeard ter send Jacob on sech a yerrand down the bluffs, kase he air so little he mought fall; but he air big enough ter go "long an" watch ye go down ter the Hollow--else ye"ll kem back an" say ye hev sarched thar, when ye ain"t been a-nigh the bluff."
There seemed for a moment no escape for Nick. His mother was looking resolutely at him, and Jacob had gotten up briskly from his seat in the chimney-corner. He was a small tow-headed boy with big owlish eyes, and Nick knew from experience that they were very likely to see anything he did _not_ do. He must go; and then if at any time the stolen goods should be discovered, Jacob and his mother, and who could say how many besides, would know that he had been to the Conscripts" Hollow, and must have seen what was hidden there.
In that case his silence on the subject would be very suspicious. It would seem as if he had some connection with the burglars, and for that reason tried to conceal the plunder.
He was saying to himself that he would not go--and he must! How could he avoid it? As he glanced uneasily around the room, his eyes chanced to fall on a little object lying on the edge of the shelf just above the washtub. He made the most of the opportunity. As he slung his hat upon his head with an impatient gesture, he managed to brush the shelf with it and knock the small object into the foaming suds below.
His mother sank into a chair with uplifted hands and eyes.
"The las" cake o" hop yeast!" she cried. "An" how air the bread ter be raised?"
To witness her despair, one would think only jack-screws could do it.