"Wal, now, Tobias, mebbe it is nothin" but a pack o" lies. They was a-tellin" of it at the post-office. That Degger is stoppin" at the Inn.
He an" a feller named Lon Burtwell. Mebbe you"ve seed him about town, off an" on, this summer?"
"Go on," said Tobias, ruefully scrutinizing the broken pipe he had picked up.
"An" they said that Degger said he"d had a row with Endicott. He said Endicott had sailed away with the gal. Intimated mebbe they"d _e_-loped. Degger said Endicott did just that with another gal once, when he was at college. There was a scandal about it."
"And I can see there"s some scandal about this," Tobias rejoined reflectively. "Wal, Amos, dates is dates, and you can"t fool the clock.
I met Ralph and Lorny when they come ash.o.r.e, and it was just in the shanks of the evening, "fore supper.
"I don"t reckon Ralph ever laid his hand on that Degger yet; but if he hears this story I shouldn"t be surprised if there was a ruction. I knowed that Degger didn"t have no more morals than a clam worm."
CHAPTER XV
DECISIVE ACTION
It was impossible that such a story should be wafted about the community without reaching Ralph Endicott"s ears. Lorna might never hear it, but Ralph"s a.s.sociation with the longsh.o.r.e folk was much closer than that of most of the dwellers on Clay Head.
In spite of the Endicott pride and a large measure of dignity for so young a man-which Lorna sometimes scoffed at-Ralph was not considered at all "stuck up" by the natives. He was quite at home on fishing smack or clam flat. He could hold his own in any work or rough sport with the younger men of Clinkerport. And, in addition, he could be depended on at any time to lend a hand.
For this very trait of which fellows of Degger"s kidney had taken advantage at college, Clinkerport folk respected him. And the individual who brought to Ralph the unkind gossip that the mail carrier had repeated to Tobias o" the Light, thought he was doing Ralph a favor.
""Course, we don"t b"lieve nothing like that of you and Miss Nicholet,"
the gossip-laden tongue concluded. "And Amos Pickering says that Tobias Ba.s.sett says that you an" the gal was back at the Light from Lower Trillion an hour after Degger got back.
"But you know how such stories spread. The truth"s a cripple while a lie wears the seven-leagued boots! An" this Degger does say that you had trouble over another gal up there where you went to college--"
"Where is Degger keeping himself?" demanded Ralph, breaking into his informant"s story at this point.
"Why, he an" Lon Burtwell air around together a good deal. You know Burtwell? He"s some kind of a promoter-or suthin". I dunno but he"s buyin" up cranberry bogs. There"s his car standin" over yon". He and Degger rides around together a good deal."
Ralph waited, his face rather blue looking, his eyes smoldering. After a time he saw Conway Degger come out of the hotel. He was with a dark, sleek-looking man.
They got into the touring car, the dark man, whom Ralph knew to be Lon Burtwell, settling himself behind the steering wheel. Ralph stepped into his own drab roadster.
The other car pa.s.sed him, heading out of town on the road to Harbor Bar.
Ralph pushed the starter. Then he let in his clutch. The roadster wheeled into the wake of the bigger car. Both left town at an easy pace.
Whether Degger looked back and saw that they were followed and by whom, or for some other reason, as soon as they were clear of the town the bigger car"s speed was increased. It whirled away in a cloud of dust, and the roar of its m.u.f.fler could have been heard for miles.
Ralph stepped on his accelerator and the low-hung roadster darted up the road as though shot out of a gun. There was no county constable by the way to time either of the cars.
The start Burtwell"s car had gained in the beginning kept it well ahead for the first ten or twelve miles. The smaller car, however, was of racing model, and Ralph was a speed demon. He finally forced the nose of his machine almost under the rear axle of Burtwell"s motor car and hung there with bulldog persistence.
Degger knew the pursuer was there, as was shown by his climbing upon the seat and looking over the crushed-back hood of the car. He motioned Ralph away. If the bigger car had to slow down there might be a collision.
But Endicott knew exactly what he was about. He wanted to worry the driver of the big automobile. His was the speedier machine of the two, and he knew how to handle it to a hair. As Burtwell slowed down, Ralph shut off speed accordingly. The road was narrow here, and he waited for a wider stretch of it before proceeding with a plan he had.
"Get back!" yelled Conny Degger, gesticulating with his hand.
Grimly Endicott held to his course. Burtwell slowed still more. They came to the wider piece of road for which Ralph had been waiting.
He pulled out from behind Burtwell"s car and went past like the wind.
There was less than a mile on which to maneuver, and it was a lonely piece of road.
For twenty seconds the roadster dashed ahead with a thuttering roar of its exhaust. Then Ralph shut off, applied the brakes cautiously and, just as he was stopping, turned the car squarely to block the road.
Burtwell"s horn emitted a scared squawk. He came to a stop with clashing gears and Burtwell himself spouting profanity.
"What do you mean, you crazy fool?" he bawled, hopping out from behind the wheel when his car had stopped with its radiator almost touching the mudguard of Ralph"s roadster.
"I have no business with you, Burtwell," Ralph replied, carelessly tossing his gloves and the cap and mask into his driving seat as he stepped from his own car. "My business is with Degger."
"What kind of a hold-up is this, anyway?" demanded Burtwell bl.u.s.teringly. "Do you want to talk to this fellow, Conny?"
"I haven"t got a bit of use for him," declared Degger, remaining in the seat.
Ralph"s smile was grim enough.
"I"ve only one use for you, Degger," he said. "I"m going to mop up a part of this road with you. Get out and take your medicine."
"What"s this?" snapped Burtwell. "You ruffian! Get your car out of my way and let us pa.s.s, or I"ll show you something altogether new."
"Keep out of this, Burtwell," advised Ralph quietly, yet never losing sight of the promoter. "I am going to give Degger the thrashing of his young sweet life."
"What for?" demanded Burtwell.
"He knows. Perhaps it is because I don"t like the color of his tie-or the cut of his coat-or that hat he wears. In any case, it is going to be just as good a thrashing as though I had the best reason in the world--
"Ah! Would you?"
Burtwell"s hand had gone to his hip and he started to draw something from his pocket. Ralph stooped, leaped forward, and drove his right shoulder into the fellow"s midriff as he wound his long arms tightly about his waist. Endicott had not played tackle on the scrub team for nothing!
The breath was driven out of Burtwell with an explosive grunt. Ralph wrenched the weapon from his hand, stood up, and threw the fellow full length in the dust.
"That will be about all for _you_," he said sharply. "A pretty little automatic." He tossed the weapon over the nearest fence. "Now, Degger, get out of that car. Or are you packing some such plaything as your partner?"
He leaped to the side of the automobile and seized Degger by the shoulders. The fellow screamed as Ralph dragged him out over the door.
"Put up your fists, Degger," commanded Ralph, setting him staggeringly on his feet in the road. "Defend yourself! Whether you fight, or don"t fight, I am going to do my best to change your face if I can"t your morals."
"You brute!" bawled Degger, growing white.
"That won"t save you," Ralph declared, and struck a blow that, landing upon Degger"s forehead, knocked him clear across the road.
"Get up and take it!" exclaimed Ralph fiercely. "Or shall I come after you?"