But he, himself, was disquieted the next moment when a horse neighed shrilly.
"That ain"t my beastis, Amos, nor yit your"n!" he cried, starting up.
"It air the traveler"s, ye sodden idjit!" said Brierwood, lifting his uncouth foot and giving him a jocose kick.
But the short man was not satisfied. He rose, went outside, and Jim could hear him beating about among the bushes. Presently he came in again. ""Twar the traveler"s critter, I reckon; an" that critter an"
saddle oughter be counted in my sheer."
Then they fell to disputing and quarreling,--once they almost fought,--but at length the division was made and they rose to go. As Brierwood swung his lantern round, his malicious eyes fell upon the poor little plaid bat sticking against the wall.
He stood in the door staring, dumfounded for a moment. Then he clenched his fist, and shook it fiercely. "How did ye happen ter be hyar this time o" the night, ye limb o" Satan?" he cried.
"Dunno," faltered poor Jim.
The other man had returned too. "Waal, sir, ef that thar boy hed been a copper-head now, he"d hev bit us, sure!"
"_He mought do that yit_," said Amos Brierwood, with grim significance.
"He hev been thar all this time,--"kase he air tied thar, don"t ye see?
An" he hev _eyes_, an" he hev _ears_. What air ter hender?"
The other man"s face turned pale, and Jim thought that they were afraid he would tell all he had seen and heard. The manner of both had changed, too. They had a skulking, nervous way with them now in place of the coa.r.s.e bravado that had characterized them hitherto.
Amos Brierwood pondered for a few minutes. Then he sullenly demanded,--
"What"s yer name?"
"It air Jeemes Coggin," quavered the little boy.
"Coggin, hey?" exclaimed Brierwood, with a new idea bringing back the malicious twinkle to his eyes. He laughed as though mightily relieved, and threw up his left hand and shook it exultingly.
The shadow on the dark wall of that maimed hand with only the stump of a thumb was a weird, a horrible thing to the child. He had no idea that his constant notice of it would stamp it in his memory, and that something would come of this fact. He was glad when the shadow ceased to writhe and twist upon the wall, and the man dropped his arm to his side again.
"What"s a-brewin", Amos?" asked the other, who had been watching Brierwood curiously.
They whispered aside for a few moments, at first anxiously and then with wild guffaws of satisfaction. When they approached the boy, their manner had changed once more.
"Waal, I declar, bubby," said Brierwood agreeably, "this hyar fix ez ye hev got inter air sateful fur true! It air enough ter sot enny boy on the mounting cat-a-wampus. "Twar a good thing ez we-uns happened ter kem by hyar on our way from the tan-yard way down yander in the valley whar we-uns hev been ter git paid up fur workin" thar some. We"ll let ye out.
Who done yer this hyar trick?"
"Dunno--witches, I reckon!" cried poor Jim, bursting into tears.
"Witches!" the man exclaimed, "the woods air a-roamin" with "em this time o" the year; bein", ye see, ez they kem ter feed on the mast."
He chuckled as he said this, perhaps at the boy"s evident terror,--for Jim was sorrowfully superst.i.tious,--perhaps because he had managed to cut unnoticed a large fragment from the end of the comforter. This he stuffed into his own pocket as he talked on about two witches, whom he said he had met that afternoon under an oak-tree feeding on acorns.
"An" now, I kem ter remind myself that them witches war inquirin" round "bout"n a boy--war his name Jeemes Coggin? Le""s see! That boy"s name _war_ Jeemes Coggin!"
While Jim stood breathlessly, intently listening, Brierwood had twisted something into the folds of his comforter so dexterously that unless this were untied it would not fall; it was a silk handkerchief of a style never before seen in the mountains, and he had made a knot hard and fast in one corner.
"Thar, now!" he exclaimed, holding up the fragment of knitted yarn, "I hev tore yer comforter. Never mind, bubby, "twar tore afore. But it"ll do ter wrop up this money-purse what b"longs ter yer dad. He lef" it hid in the c.h.i.n.king o" the wall over yander close ter whar I war sittin"
when I fust kem in. I"ll put it back thar, "kase yer dad don"t want n.o.body ter know whar it air hid."
He strode across the room and concealed the empty pocket-book in the c.h.i.n.king.
"Ef ye won"t tell who teched it, I"ll gin a good word fur ye ter them witches what war inquirin" round fur ye ter-day."
Jim promised in hot haste, and then, the rain having ceased, he started for home, but Brierwood stopped him at the door.
"Hold on thar, bub. I kem mighty nigh furgittin" ter let ye know ez I seen yer brother Alf awhile back, an" he axed me ter git ye ter go by Tom Brent"s house, an" tell Tom ter meet him up the road a piece by that thar big sulphur spring. Will ye gin Tom that message? Tell him Alf said ter come quick."
Once more Jim promised.
The two men holding the lantern out in the porch watched him as he pounded down the dark road, his tow hair sticking out of his tattered black hat, the ends of his comforter flaunting in the breeze, and every gesture showing the agitated haste of a witch-scared boy. Then they looked at each other significantly, and laughed loud and long.
"He"ll tell sech a crooked tale ter-morrer that Alf Coggin an" his dad will see sights along o" that traveler"s money!" said Brierwood, gloating over his sharp management as he and his accomplice mounted their horses and rode off in opposite directions.
When Jim reached Tom Brent"s house, and knocked at the door, he was so absorbed in his terrors that, as it opened, he said nothing for a moment. He could see the family group within. Tom"s father was placidly smoking. His palsied "gran"dad" shook in his chair in the chimney-corner as he told the wide-eyed boys big tales about the "Injuns" that harried the early settlers in Tennessee.
"Tom," Jim said, glancing up at the big boy,--"Tom, thar"s a witch waitin" fur ye at the sulphur spring! Go thar, quick!"
"Not ef I knows what"s good fur me!" protested Tom, with a great horse-laugh. "What ails ye, boy? Ye talk like ye war teched in the head!"
"I went ter say ez Alf Coggin air thar waitin" fur ye," Jim began again, nodding his slandered head with great solemnity, "an" tole me ter tell ye ter kem thar quick."
He took no heed of the inaccuracy of the message; he was glancing fearfully over his shoulder, and the next minute scuttled down the road in a bee-line for home.
Tom hurried off briskly through the woods. "Waal, sir! I"m mighty nigh crazed ter know what Alf Coggin kin want o" me; goin" c.o.o.n-huntin", mebbe," he speculated, as he drew within sight of an old lightning-scathed tree which stood beside the sulphur spring and stretched up, stark and white, in the dim light.
The clouds were blowing away from a densely instarred sky; the moon was hardly more than a crescent and dipping low in the west, but he could see the sombre outline of the opposite mountain, and the white mists that shifted in a ghostly and elusive fashion along the summit. The night was still, save for a late katydid, spared by the frost, and piping shrilly.
He experienced a terrible shock of surprise when a sudden voice--a voice he had never heard before--cried out sharply, "h.e.l.lo there! Help! help!"
As he pressed tremulously forward, he beheld a sight which made him ask himself if it were possible that Alf Coggin had sent for him to join in some nefarious work which had ended in leaving a man--a stranger--bound to the old lightning-scathed tree.
Even in the uncertain light Tom could see that he was pallid and panting, evidently exhausted in some desperate struggle: there was blood on his face, his clothes were torn, and by all odds he was the angriest man that was ever waylaid and robbed.
"Ter-morrer he"ll be jes" a-swoopin"!" thought Tom, tremulously untying the complicated knots, and listening to his threats of vengeance on the unknown robbers, "an" every critter on the mounting will git a clutch from his claws."
And in fact, it was hardly daybreak before the constable of the district, who lived hard by in the valley, was informed of all the details of the affair, so far as known to Tom or the "Traveler,"--for thus the mountaineers designated him, as if he were the only one in the world.
By reason of the message which Jim had delivered, and its strange result, they suspected the Coggins, and as they rode together to the justice"s house for a warrant, this suspicion received unexpected confirmation in a rumor that they found afloat. Every man they met stopped them to repeat the story that Coggin"s boy had told somebody that it was his father who had robbed the traveler, and hid the empty pocket-book in the c.h.i.n.king of the church wall. No one knew who had set this report in circulation, but a blacksmith said he heard it first from a man named Brierwood, who had stopped at his shop to have his horse shod.
It was still early when they reached Jim Coggin"s home; the windows and doors were open to let out the dust, for his mother was just beginning to sweep. She had pushed aside the table, when her eyes suddenly distended with surprise as they fell upon a silk handkerchief lying on the floor beside it. The moment that she stooped and picked it up, the strange gentleman stepped upon the porch, and through the open door he saw it dangling from her hands.
He tapped the constable on the shoulder.
"That"s my property!" he said tersely.