CHAPTER VII.
OLD TOBY"S MONEY.
"Young gentlemen, what is the meaning of this new outrage?" demanded the colonel angrily.
"A tussle over the flag, sir," replied Dixon, standing very stiffly and raising his hand to his cap. "The old one having mysteriously disappeared, it became necessary to hoist a new one, sir."
Of course the commandant knew long before this time that the colors had been taken from his bureau, and he knew, also, that the theft had been committed under cover of that sham fight in the hall; but he did not say a word about it. To be candid, he did not think it would be good policy to try to sift the matter to the bottom, for fear of implicating some profitable student whom he could not afford to expel. Being proprietor of the school, he desired to keep it intact as long as he could.
"And during the tussle two of your number came very near being precipitated to the ground," exclaimed the colonel. "I shall put a stop to this insubordination if I have to order the whole school into the guard-house."
"Very good, sir," answered the boys.
"Go downstairs, all of you," commanded the officer of the day. "Sergeant Rodney and Private Marcy Gray, report to me at once."
The students hastened down the ladder, wondering what was to be the result of this "new outrage." When they reached the hall one of them said, in tones loud enough to be heard by all his companions:
"Graham is a traitor. He stole the old flag, but he furnished a new one to be hoisted in its place."
"There"s where you are wrong," exclaimed Marcy promptly. "d.i.c.k had nothing whatever to do with it, and when he saw this new flag, he was as much surprised as the rest of you were. I have had it concealed in my room for more than six weeks. I meant to be ready for you, you see."
"Where did you get it? if that is a fair question."
"It was made by a young lady who lives in Barrington, but of course you do not expect me to mention her name. She is true to her colors, and that"s more than can be said in favor of you fellows who would have hauled it down if you had possessed the pluck."
"That was well put in, Marcy," said Rodney. "There isn"t pluck enough among the whole lot of them to fit out a good-sized cat. If the Yankees should come down here, they could drive an army of such fellows with nothing but cornstalks for weapons."
The tone in which these words were uttered set d.i.c.k Graham going again, and he started all the rest that is, all except a few who were so angry they couldn"t laugh. If that dread functionary, the officer of the day, heard the uproar, he must have thought that the culprits who had been commanded to report to him did not take their prospective punishment very much to heart.
Of course the boys who remained below were impatient to hear all about the things that had happened in and around the belfry, and to know what was going to be done with Rodney and his cousin. But the last was a point upon which no one could enlighten them, not even the cousins themselves when they came from the presence of the officer of the day, who had given them a stern reprimand and a warning. Being from Louisiana himself, and having offered his services to her in case they should be required, he bore down upon Marcy harder than he did upon Rodney, and even went so far as to try and convince the North Carolina boy that the word "traitor," which had so often been applied to him by his schoolmates, was deserved and appropriate. But Marcy could not look at it that way, and even in the presence of the man who could have shut him up in the guard-house, with nothing but bread to eat and water to drink, he did not "haul in his shingle one inch." He never had made any trouble in the school, and, what was more to the point, he did not intend to; but neither was he going to stand still and permit a lot of rebels to run over him. The colonel had said, in so many words, that the flag was to be hoisted every morning until further orders; and in hoisting a new one in the place of the one that had disappeared, he had not broken any rule. The officer knew that to be true, and as he could not punish one without punishing the other also, he was obliged to let them both go scot-free; but he detained Rodney a moment to whisper a word of caution to him.
"Don"t let this thing be repeated," said he earnestly. "I think just as you do, and if I could have my own way, your flag would now be waving on the tower; but it is my duty to obey orders, and it is your duty as well. Don"t make another move until this State joins the Confederacy, and then there will be no one to oppose you. The hoisting of another flag will break up the school, but that is to be expected. You may go."
"He said, in effect, that he would keep this thing hanging over our heads to see how we behave in future," said Rodney to Billings and Cole, who were in the hall waiting for him. "He is on our side, but not being the head of the school, he can"t back us up as he would like to. But then this will keep," he added, once more shaking out his flag, which he had all the while carried under his arm. "I was afraid the teachers would take it away from me, but as they didn"t, we"ll hold ourselves in readiness to run it up when the other is ordered down."
But the incidents of the morning, exciting as they were, did not long monopolize the attention of the students, or remain the princ.i.p.al subjects of discussion. They were forgotten the minute the mail was distributed, for of course their papers contained news from all parts, and the boys made it their business to keep posted. There was one thing the papers had already begun to do that excited derisive laughter among all the sensible boys in school. They called dispatches from the North "Foreign Intelligence." But there were some, like Rodney Gray, who could not see that that was anything to laugh at, and following the lead of their favorite journals in politics, they soon learned to follow their vocabulary also, and always spoke of the North as "the United States," and of the South as "the Confederate States."
When the adjutant"s call was sounded Marcy Gray fell in with the other members of his company who had been warned for duty, and marched to the parade-ground to go through the ceremony of guard-mounting. Immediately after that he went on post in a remote part of the grounds, a favorite place with the sentries on hot summer days, for the woods on the other side came close up to the fence, and the trees threw a grateful shade over the beat. The only order the boy he relieved had to pa.s.s, was a simple as well as a useless one. It was to "keep his eye peeled for that fence and not permit anybody to climb over it"; but Marcy listened as though he meant to obey it. Then the relief pa.s.sed on, and he was left alone with his thoughts, which, considering the incidents connected with that skirmish on the tower, were not the most agreeable company.
He had been there perhaps a couple of hours, out of sight of everybody, when he was brought to a stand-still by a rustling among the bushes on the other side of the fence, and presently discovered old Toby looking at him over a fallen log. A smile of genuine joy and relief overspread the black man"s features when he saw who the vigilant sentry was, and he immediately got upon his feet and came to the fence.
"The top of the morning to you, parson," said Marcy pleasantly. "You act as though you might be looking for some one."
"Sarvent, sah," replied Toby. "I is for a fac" lookin" for you, an"
n.o.body else. I was up to de gate, an" Ma.r.s.e d.i.c.k Graham done tol" me you down heah. You-uns gwine get in de biggest sort of trouble, you an"
Ma.r.s.e d.i.c.k, an" I come heah to tol" you."
"I a.s.sure you we are grateful to you for it," answered the boy, with a smile. "But how are we going to get into trouble? Talk fast, for I have no business to hold any communication whatever with you."
"Dat white trash, Bud Gobble; he"s de man," began Toby. "You an" Ma.r.s.e d.i.c.k done sont him into de woods to look for de way to dat underground railroad-"
Marcy leaned upon his musket, threw back his head, and laughed heartily but silently, for he did not want to bring the corporal of the guard down to his post until he had heard what the old negro had to tell him.
"Dat"s jes" what you-uns done, Ma.r.s.e Marcy," continued Toby. "An" now dat man gwine tote you bofe out in de woods an" lick you like he was de oberseer an" you two de n.i.g.g.ahs."
When Marcy heard this he did not know whether to laugh again or get angry over it. As time was precious he did neither, but began questioning Toby, who told a story that made the boy open his eyes. When it was concluded the fact was plain to Marcy that somebody had been trying to get him and d.i.c.k Graham into trouble; but who could it be? He knew that he had been airing his Union sentiments rather freely, but he wasn"t aware that he had made any enemies by it. He wished the hour for his relief would hasten its coming, so that he might compare notes with d.i.c.k.
"You think it was the letter Bud received that put all these things into his head, do you?" said he, after a moment"s reflection.
"You haven"t any idea who wrote the letter or what else there was in it?"
"No sah, I aint. I wish"t I had, so"t I could tell you."
"Bud Goble mentioned d.i.c.k"s name and mine while he was threatening us, did he?" continued Marcy.
"He did for a fac". I didn"t hear him, kase I wasn"t dar; but Elder Bowen"s n.i.g.g.ah Sam was in de store when he "buse de storekeeper, an" he was at de house when he come dar an" "buse de elder for a babolitionist. You-uns want look out, Ma.r.s.e Marcy. Dat man mean mischief, suah"s you born."
"Don"t be uneasy," replied Marcy. "If Mr. Goble thinks he is going to catch us napping, he will find himself mistaken. I should like to see him and his friends come to this school and try to carry out their threats. There are plenty of Union boys among the students, parson."
"I"se suspicioned dat all along, sah, an" I"se mighty proud to hear you say so; I is for a fac". Dere"s a few of "em in de settle_ment_, but I"se mighty jubus what will happen to "em when Ma.r.s.e Gobble gets on de war-paf, like he say he gwine do. He say he gwine lick de las" one."
"Then it is high time he was put under lock and key," said Marcy indignantly. "I hope if he goes to Mr. Bowen"s house the elder will turn loose on him with that double-barreled shotgun of his."
"He say dat"s what he allow to do; but I dunno," replied the old negro, shaking his head and looking at the ground as if he felt that troublous times were coming upon the earth. "It"s gwine be mighty hot about yer, an" I dunno what we n.i.g.g.ahs gwine do. I wish dem babolitionists up Norf shet dere moufs an" luf we-uns be. Dey gwine get us in a peck of trouble."
"And such fellows as Bud Goble seem perfectly willing to help it on," said Marcy, whose indignation increased, the longer he dwelt upon the details of the story Toby had told him. "For two cents I would muster a squad and go down to his shanty and turn him out of doors. We"ll do something of the kind if the authorities do not put a curb on him."
[Ill.u.s.tration: MARCY REFUSES TO TAKE CHARGE OF OLD TOBY"S MONEY.]
"But dey hire him to do all dis meanness, Ma.r.s.e Marcy," exclaimed the negro. "He "longs to dat committee."
"Don"t you believe any such stuff. It is likely that he is in the pay of that committee, and more shame to them, but he doesn"t belong to it. Now you run away, parson, because-"
"Hol" on, please, sah," interrupted the old man. "I want ax your device. I got a little money-not much, but jes" a little" (here he pulled from one of his capacious pockets a stocking filled half-way up the leg with something that must have been heavy, judging by the care he took in handling it),-"an" I"m that skeared of havin" it in de house dat I can"t sleep. Ma.r.s.e Gobble "lows to steal bacon an" taters of me now as often as he gets hungry, an" de fust ting I know he ax me for dis money; den what I gwine do? Take keer on it for me, please, sah."
"Why, parson, you"re rich," said Marcy, reaching through the fence and "hefting" the stocking in his hand. "Is this all silver? Where did you get so much?"
"I earn it ebery cent, an" sabe it, too," answered Toby, with some pride in his tones. "It"s all mine, but I "fraid I aint gwine be "lowed to keep it, now dat de wah comin"."
"I think myself that it will bring you trouble sooner or later. You ought never to have told anybody that you had it."
"Who? Me, sah? I never tol" de fust livin" soul in dis world. It got round de quarter some way, I dunno how, an" some of dem fool n.i.g.g.ahs had to go an" blab it. Will you take keer on it for ole Toby, sah?"
"If I were going to stay in this part of the country I would do it in a minute," answered Marcy. "But I am liable to leave here at an hour"s notice, and what should I do with it if I did not have time to take it to your cabin? Give it to your master, and ask him to take care of it for you."
"Oh, laws! Ma.r.s.e Riley secession de bigges" kind," exclaimed Toby, with a gesture which seemed that such a proposition was not to be entertained for a moment.
"No matter for that," replied Marcy. "He"s honest, and what more do you want? He is a kind master, the best friend you have in the world, and you don"t want to keep anything from him. Come to think of it, I wouldn"t take the money, even if I were going to stay here. Go to Mr. Riley with it."