Mr. Harnden did a lot of talking that evening. Every now and then, as if to fortify his optimistic courage, he declared, "After all, business is business--and the trend of the times is to make the most of opportunity."
Britt was showing interest in what Harnden was saying--interest and satisfaction, too. But all at once that interest was diverted and the smooth satisfaction was wrinkled by a scowl. Britt swore roundly and struggled up from his chair.
Prophet Elias was pa.s.sing along the street. He flapped his hand in a greeting contemptuously indifferent and went on his way toward Usial"s cot.
"Oh! I was intending to tell you about him," avowed Mr. Harnden, "but I"ve had more important things to talk over!"
Britt gave to this blunderheaded news purveyor the tail end of the malevolent stare that he had been bestowing on the Prophet"s back.
"I heard about it when I was over to the shire town. A city lawyer showed up the other day and deposited cash bonds and got out a writ, and got Elias out, too, and the case has been appealed. Looks like the Prophet has footed it back here again. But I suppose you can arrest him on that other case of trespa.s.s."
Britt did not show especial alacrity in starting anything else in the case of the new arrival in town. He sat down. "Who was the lawyer? Who sent him?"
"Guess he didn"t say. Let the money do the talking for him. And money can talk! Now, as I was saying, to get back to our regular business, it"s up to you to name the ones that Dowd will tackle. Say, where are you going?"
Britt was on his feet and moving rapidly. "Somewhere to do some thinking away from that carpet-loom, shuttle-tongued, infernal mouth of yours!"
Mr. Harnden, astonished and much hurt, watched the usurer till he tramped into Britt Block.
But Mr. Harnden had too much important business of his own on his mind to use time in wondering how a Prophet had managed to get out of jail.
CHAPTER XXI
BLOOD OUT OF TURNIPS
In the past Mr. Harnden had regularly referred to Egypt as a good jumping-off place; he emphasized the jest by pointing to the ledge outcroppings which indicated that the landscape would not sag under the weight of the most energetic jumper. Then away he would go!
His detractors said that he was in the habit of coming home when affairs were in such a bad way with him that he could not stay anywhere else.
His wife and daughter had never admitted anything of the sort, even to each other. They affectionately welcomed Mr. Harnden when he came; after he had stoked the fires of his faith, and they had darned his socks and mended his shirts, they gave him the accustomed encouraging and loving G.o.dspeed when he went away again under a full head of optimism. They always agreed with him, on each going-away, that this was surely the time when Opportunity was waiting outside.
But for many weeks Opportunity had seemed to be camping with Mr. Harnden right in his own home town. He was brisk, radiant, and apparently prosperous.
Therefore, when he announced in the bosom of his family that he proposed to go away for a time, his wife and daughter were frankly astonished.
It was directly after breakfast on the morning following Mr. Harnden"s return from the shire town.
He did not display his usual jocose manner when he referred to Egypt as a jumping-off place. Vona found a sort of furtive uneasiness in the way he glanced out of the window and fingered his vest-pocket equipment. And he trod to and fro with the air of a man stepping on hot bricks.
"But you have said you are doing so well in your new business, father!"
Vona"s straightforward gaze was disconcerting.
Mr. Harnden kept on with his patrol. "Confound it. I"ve got to get into towns where there"s more dirt if I"m going to sell any more nursery stock!"
"Oh, is that it? But I happened to go up in the attic and I found your sample books thrown behind a trunk, and I was afraid--"
"Afraid of what?" he demanded, with childish temper.
"Afraid you were giving up what seems to be a sure thing. The other ventures have been such uncertainties!" she returned, her business woman"s composure unaffected by his reproachful stare.
"The books were all s.m.u.tched up--too many dirty fingers afoul of them.
I shall get new ones--providing I stay in that line." He was not convincing. "We"ll see--we"ll see! I"ve got to be moving. These are busy times for me."
"But you don"t say when you"re coming back, Joe!" quavered his wife.
"Why should I begin to set dates now, when I never have in past times?"
"Oh, I suppose it"s because we"ve got so used to having you at home,"
she confessed.
"I"m leaving matters in better shape than I ever did before," said Mr.
Harnden, pompously. "I have been worried about my home in the past when I have had to be absent on my business. We have Tasper in the house now.
And he will not only guard and protect, but he will pay as he goes. I may not go far or stay long. Just let it stand that way. Tell inquiring friends that. I"ll keep you posted. You know what my business is; it takes me here--it takes me there." He gave his wife a peck of a kiss and patted Vona"s shoulder when he pa.s.sed her. He picked up a valise in the hallway.
The girl followed him. "Father, always when you have been away, mother and I have felt perfectly comfortable and safe here in our home. If Mr.
Britt hasn"t the sense or the good taste to go somewhere else to board, won"t you suggest to him that he"d better do so?"
"Nothing of the sort, Vona!" declared Harnden. "That contractor has brought a lot of strangers here to work on Britt"s house, seeing that the men of this town are biting off their noses to spite their faces!
I wouldn"t take a minute"s peace, knowing that my home is unprotected, unless I felt that a friend of mine was here as guardian. Oh, I know what you mean! But I have the safety of my family to consider instead of a girl"s whims."
She did not argue the matter. His peppery impatience was increasing.
This time he was not departing with his customary bland hopefulness.
She knew the sort of selfishness her father possessed and how he avoided scenes that troubled his smug serenity. But on this occasion he seemed to be impelled by some urgent reason outside of mere anxiety to be away from complaining tongues.
He hurried out of the house and went to the stable, and she said no further word.
Ten minutes later he drove away, flinging a kiss to his womenfolks from the finger tips of the yellow gloves.
He headed directly out of the village and drove at a good clip.
However, one might have concluded that Mr. Harnden"s destination was not as clearly settled in his mind as the haste of his departure suggested.
When he came to four corners he pulled up and looked to right and to left and to the straight ahead. Mr. Harnden was too well acquainted with all the roads of Egypt and its environs to be confused by anything except strictly personal and peculiar doubts which had nothing to do with the matter of destination. He looked up into the heavens, as if he really wished that he might be able to escape from Egypt by flight. Then he did literally what the Yankee phrase suggests by way of synonym for taking counsel--"he looked between the horse"s ears." He narrowed his eyes in meditation and spoke aloud. "I reckon it"s only general nervousness on account of overwork and women"s foolishness. There ain"t one chance in ten that they"ll get around to it to-day."
Arriving at that comfortable conclusion, Mr. Harnden lighted a cigar and chirruped to his horse and drove straight on.
The road zigzagged through an alder swamp for some distance, and the horse footed along slowly because a portion of the way was patched with sapling "corduroy." And with the impulse of a man who had been obliged to waste time, and saw an opportunity to get on, Harnden whipped up when he was again facing a smooth road. Therefore he came suddenly around the bend of the alders into cleared country and abreast a farm. It was a farm made up of the alluvial soil of the lowlands and was a rather pretentious tract of tillage, compared with the other hillside apologies of Egypt. And the buildings were in fairly good repair. It was the home of Jared Sparks Grant, the first selectman of the town.
Mr. Harnden did not look to right or left as his horse trotted past.
He did not appear to be interested in the affairs of Egyptians that day--even in the case of the town"s chief executive. When Harnden was hailed raucously he did not pull up, though he heard his name. After a few moments a gun banged behind him.
"I"m saving the other barrel," the voice announced, after Harnden had steered his horse from the gutter into the road; the animal had been frightened by the pattering of shot in the foliage of a tree overhead.
"You"ll get it straight, Harnden, unless you drive back here!"
When Harnden wheeled the horse and returned he perceived a dooryard group which he had affected not to see a few moments before.
There were Jared Sparks Grant, his son, his womenfolks, his hired man; Mr. Harnden recognized all of them, of course. He also recognized Deputy-sheriff Wagner Dowd from the shire town. Dowd had a couple of helpers with him. It was plain that the shotgun which had halted Mr.
Harnden had been very nigh at hand and ready for use; there was a look about the folks in the dooryard which suggested an armed truce, now prolonged, for the handling of the new arrival.