In a very short time Bud succeeded in talking himself into a most uncomfortable frame of mind. He did not feel quite safe at home, for his cabin was exposed, being fully a quarter of a mile from the nearest house, and he was afraid to go into town. His utter ignorance of the nature of the danger that threatened him made the situation hard to bear. As for fighting in case he were attacked-that was something Bud had not yet thought of. He would have preferred to run. His wife was so badly frightened that she could scarcely cook the dinner, and Bud could eat but little of it after it was cooked; but he smoked more than his share of tobacco, managed to run a few extra bullets for his rifle, and to bring in a supply of light-wood sufficient to keep a bright fire burning during the night.
As the sun sank out of sight behind the trees, and daylight faded and darkness came on, Bud"s fears grew upon him. He dared not stay in the cabin for fear that some evil-minded Union man might slip up behind it, and shoot him through some of the cracks where the c.h.i.n.king had fallen out, so he drew one of the rickety chairs in front of the door and sat upon it, with his rifle for company. That was a little better than being cooped up within doors, but the unwonted silence that brooded over the surrounding woods distressed him.
"Durin" all the years we"ve lived yer I never seen the road so deserted as it is to-night," he said, in a whisper to his wife. "There"s always somebody goin" one way or t"other, but now they seem to have holed up."
"Mebbe they"re feared the outbreak"ll ketch "em," Mrs. Goble suggested.
"What does it look like, any way?"
"Now, listen at her!" exclaimed Bud, in accents of disgust. ""Tain"t a hant that"ll run after you, all dressed up in white, an" retch out its hands to grab-"
"Don"t, don"t!" cried his wife, shuddering perceptibly and covering her eyes with her hands to shut out the picture that Bud"s words had conjured up. "Don"t talk that a-way."
"Well, then, an outbreak is a-a-thing where the n.i.g.g.e.rs an" babolitionists run around, whoopin" an" yellin" like they was wild Injuns, shootin" the men an" scalpin" the women folks an" burnin" an" stealin"," said Bud. "That"s what an outbreak is, an" you can see for yourself what will happen to us if one of "em gets loose in Barrington. I wish"t somebody would come along from over town so"t I could ax him how things is goin" there."
But no one came, and for long hours Bud Goble sat there, listening and peering into the darkness, and in momentary expectation of hearing or seeing something alarming. About midnight, however, the excitement began. At that hour Bud mustered up courage enough to start on a trip around the cabin, and when he got to the back of it, where he could look through the tops of the trees toward Mr. Riley"s house, he stopped as if he had suddenly been deprived of the power to go a step farther. The sky in that direction was glowing with a brighter red than he had ever seen at sunset, and the longer he looked at it, the brighter it grew. Beyond a doubt Mr. Riley"s house was on fire. When this thought flashed through Bud"s mind, the cold chills crept all over him, and instead of hastening to render what a.s.sistance he could in saving the planter"s property, he turned and ran into the cabin, banging the door behind him, and dropped the heavy bar to its place.
"Good lands!" exclaimed Mrs. Goble, whom her husband, in his excitement and terror had upset, chair and all, in front of the fireplace.
"Don"t stop to talk, old woman," said Bud, in a hoa.r.s.e whisper, "but get up an" fly around an" do something. The outbreak has come like I told you it would. Riley"s house is a mask of fire. If you don"t b"lieve it peep through this yer crack."
For a minute or two the deep silence that reigned in the cabin was broken only by the hurried breathing of its frightened inmates, and then there came a sound from the outside-a quick, heavy step on the hard ground, followed by the fumbling of a hand for the latchstring. Bud"s face grew as white as a sheet, his knees trembled under him, and the muzzle of his rifle, which he tried to point toward the door, covered every square foot of surface on that side of the cabin in two seconds" time.
"Who"s there?" he demanded, in quavering tones. "Speak up, for there"s a bullet comin" right through the door where you stand."
"What"s the matter of the fule?" inquired the man on the outside; and Bud recognized the voice of one of his friends. "Lemme in."
Bud was only too glad to comply. He threw up the bar, opened the door, and Silas Walker same in the man who held his rifle in the store while he was making ready to punish Mr. Bailey for refusing him credit. Bud was glad to see that he was not the only one who had been alarmed and excited by that blaze in the sky. Silas"s face had no color in it to speak of, and he trembled as he moved across the floor.
"How did you get home so quick?" were the first words he spoke.
"Who? Me?" cried Bud. "I"ve been home sense noon; aint I, old woman?"
"Then who done it?" questioned Silas.
"Done what?"
"Set the elder"s house on fire."
Bud was astounded, and so was his wife. The former looked sharply at his visitor for a moment, and then backed toward the nearest chair.
"Isn"t it Riley"s house?" he gasped.
"Course not. I can see it plain from my door, an" there"s Riley"s house standin" up safe an" sound as it ever was. It"s Elder Bowen"s, fast enough. I kinder thought you done it to pay him for shovin" you outen his lot by the neck, and I said to my old woman that you had sarved him jest right; but if you didn"t do it, then some of that Committee of Safety must be to work."
Bud hadn"t once thought of that, and it put an entirely different look on the matter. If it was true that the "outbreak had come," it must be that-
"There"s a light off this a-way, too," observed Mrs. Goble, who to conceal her agitation from the visitor, had moved around the room until she found an opening between the logs through which she could look out toward Barrington. ""Pears like there might be an other house a-fire."
"Hey-youp!" yelled Bud, whose terror had given away to almost fiendish exultation. "The outbreak has come, like I said it was goin" to do, but it aint the babolitionists an" n.i.g.g.e.rs that"s doin" of it. It"s our own friends. Come on, Sile. Me an" you mustn"t hang back when there"s work to be done for the "Federacy an" danger to be met."
"Now"s a good time to settle with old man Bailey," Silas remarked.
"Couldn"t find a better if we tried for a whole month," replied Bud gleefully. "I knowed I would get even with him some day, but I didn"t think it would come before I"d had time to sleep. Hush yer noise, old woman. Course I"m goin" up there. Riley said the "Federacy would look for every man to do his dooty when the time come, an" if it aint come now, I"d like to know what"s the reason. n.o.body won"t harm you here."
In spite of the querulous protests of Mrs. Goble, who strongly objected to being left alone now that "the outbreak had come," Bud and his companion rushed out of the house and started for Barrington, running full tilt all the way for fear that the fun would all be over, and the home of every Union man in town be destroyed before they could get there to lend a hand. There was no suspicion in their minds that these two fires, located so far apart, could be the result of accident. If there was any faith to be placed in that notice in the post-office there had been an outbreak of some sort threatened, and beyond a doubt the members of the Committee of Safety had thought it wise to antic.i.p.ate it by driving from Barrington every man who was suspected of being implicated in it. That was the way Bud and Silas reasoned it out, and although they were not altogether correct, they had hit pretty close to the mark.
When they reached the cross-roads, so that they could look two ways and see both the fires at once, they told each other that the houses must have been burning for some time before they knew it, for the roofs had fallen in and the blaze was beginning to die away. But where were the engines? They could not hear any bells or brakes at work, and if there were any commands given the breeze must have carried them the other way.
"That committee of our"n has got everything cut an" dried," was Bud"s gleeful comment. "Let Riley an" them fellers alone for doin" things up in shape when they get at it. But it won"t do for us to say that we suspicion them, for I"ve kinder thought, from the way they acted, that they wanted to stay behine an" pay sich chaps as me an" you for doin" the work. Now le"s scoot off this a-way an" set old man Bailey agoin"."
Bud Goble, who had taken the precaution to put some matches in his pocket before leaving home, led the way along the short cut, congratulating himself on the fact that he and Silas would have a clear field for their operations, for of course the little storekeeper, and all of the rest of the men in town, were congregated at the fire. So intent were they on taking vengeance on Mr. Bailey that they did not go a step out of their way to locate the fire that was raging in town, but went straight towards the store, and without taking the least care to conceal their movements.
"It"s all dark," whispered Silas. "But I don"t reckon we"d best go any furder on the road. Le"s go through the field an" come up behine it."
Before Bud could say a word in reply or make a motion towards acting upon the suggestion, a clear strong voice directly in front of them, and but a short distance away, called out:
"Halt! Who comes there?"
"Well, I do think in my soul!" exclaimed Silas. "Who do you reckon that is?"
Bud was frightened again, and couldn"t speak. He could not see anybody, either; but if it should chance to be old man Bailey who was on the watch, wouldn"t he know in a minute what it was that brought Bud there at that hour, and would he not be likely to use that revolver if he had it about him? While Bud was trying to make up his mind what he had better do, take to his heels, or stand where he was until someone came up and identified him, the challenge came again, and in more peremptory tones.
"Who comes there?" cried the voice; and the question was followed by a sound that was suspiciously like the clicking of a gun-lock.
"It"s us," replied Bud, who began to think he ought to say something.
"Halt, us!" commanded the voice. "Corporal of the guard number one!"
All of this was quite unintelligible to the two men, who could scarcely have been more bewildered and alarmed if they had found themselves confronted by one of those "white things" that Bud had described to his wife; and when they heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the road, without being able to see who or what it was that made the noise, they could stand it no longer, but faced about and ran for their lives.
"Halt!" shouted the voice, three times in quick succession; but the frightened men did not stop. A second later there was a flash and a roar behind them, and a musket ball whistled through the air and threw up a little cloud of dust a few yards further along the road. One of those would-be incendiaries came very near getting his exemption papers that night.
CHAPTER X.
THE CALL TO ARMS.
The suppressed excitement which was so apparent to Bud Goble when he made his second trip to Barrington, was not confined to the citizens. It extended even to the military academy, but everybody there knew what caused it, although they could not look far enough into the future to see what the result of it was going to be. It was brought about by the story Marcy Gray told his friend Graham when they met in the guard-tent after dinner. d.i.c.k"s cheery laugh ran out loudly when Marcy spoke about that "underground railroad business," but he looked thoughtful and angry when he learned that Bud had made up his mind to whip him for it.
"Didn"t I say that he and his kind would take advantage of this excitement to get somebody into trouble?" exclaimed d.i.c.k. "The members of that Committee of Safety are going to be sorry they ever thought of getting up such an organization when there wasn"t the slightest excuse for it. I say bully for Elder Bowen; and I hope every one Bud interferes with will serve him the same way."
"Well, Marcy," said Ed Billings slowly. "I can"t go your Union sentiments, and I do think you ought to be slapped for preaching them up the way you do; but I"ll not stand by and see Bud Goble do it. Mind that. If he opens his head to you, knock him down and I"ll help."
"All the boys in school will help," said Cole. "Mr. Riley and the rest ought to be ashamed of themselves for employing such a man. We"ll stand by Mr. Bailey, too."
"Of course we will," observed d.i.c.k. "Where would we get our goobers if Bud and Silas should burn him out?"
News of all kinds travels fast among a lot of boys, and in less than an hour after Marcy had been relieved every student in school knew what Bud Goble had threatened to do to him and d.i.c.k Graham. To say that they were angry wouldn"t half express it. Dixon was strongly in favor of calling for volunteers that very afternoon, paying a visit of ceremony to Bud and Silas, and telling them in plain language that if they did not stop their nonsense at once and go to work to support their families, they would have something further to say to them at some future time.
"That underground railroad business," he began.