"Yes, let us go at once," said Elma in feverish haste. "I wanted to take the money to Kitty to-night. At present she cannot tell on me; but she is quite certain to do so if I don"t return it to her at once. Let us go down to see Sam now."
"All right," answered Carrie; "come along. I dare say we"ll find him at home. I hope we shall."
Five minutes later the girls were standing outside the door of the Raynes" very humble dwelling. It was opened by Florrie Raynes herself.
"Hullo, Carrie, what do you want now?" she cried. "Oh, and _Miss_ Lewis," with a mocking emphasis on the word "Miss." "To what do we owe the honor of this visit?"
"I want to see your brother," said Elma brusquely. "He has got some money of mine, which I must ask him to have the goodness to return at once."
"Money?" said Florrie, opening her eyes rather wide. "Well, you can see him for yourselves; but if it"s money that is lent to Sam, I--I rather pity the girl who wants to get it back from him again. Sam is a very whale on money. He always swallows it wholesale."
With these anything but encouraging words, Florrie threw open the door of the shabby little smoking-room, where Sam, with a pipe in his mouth, was lying at his ease. He started up when he saw the girls, removed his pipe, and going up to Carrie, laid his hand familiarly on her shoulder.
"Well, Car, so you could not do without me," he said with a smile.
"The fact is this," answered Elma, "my sister has told me that she gave you seven pounds a couple of nights ago to keep for her. That money happens to have been lent to me, and I want it back immediately. I have come for it. Will you give it to me, please?"
Sam drew in his breath preparatory to giving a long whistle.
"Highty! tighty!" he cried. "You have very grand airs, Miss Elma Lewis; but I didn"t know that money was borrowed. Ho! ho! this puts a very unpleasant complexion on things. When dear old Car brought it to me I thought I might do what I liked with it. Did you not give me to understand as much Car?" Here he gave Carrie a perceptible wink. She was very much under his influence, and immmediately too her cue.
"Well, yes, Sam," she answered. "I did say you might speculate with it if you liked."
"Of course you did, my little girl, and I took the hint and did speculate with it, and a pretty little deal I made. So if you have patience, Miss Elma, you will get your money back doubled, then you will be able to return the princ.i.p.al and have a nice little nest-egg of your own. Now, what do you say to that? Aren"t you awfully obliged to me?"
"I say," replied Elma, "that I want the money immediately. I cannot wait until you have doubled it, as you call it, whatever you mean by that.
Please let me have it at once, Mr. Raynes. I must have it, I----"
"I am afraid you ask for the impossible," said Sam in a careless tone.
"I have speculated with the money, and the returns will come in perhaps in a week, perhaps a fortnight, perhaps longer. I say again that you ought to be obliged to me. It is not every fellow who would take so much trouble."
Poor Elma gave him a despairing glance. There was evidently nothing more to be got out of him. She left the house without a word. Carrie followed her into the street.
"Oh Elma, don"t look so miserable," said Carrie. "What is the good of sinking into despair?"
"Don"t talk to me," said Elma, pushing her sister"s hand away. "You have ruined me; that is the sort of sister you are. And I would have done anything for you, Carrie. When I rose myself and improved myself in the social scale, when I got my post as teacher, I would have done all in my power to aid you and mother; but now--now we must all sink together. Oh, Carrie, to think that I should be ruined by my own sister!"
CHAPTER XVI.
PADDY WHEEL-ABOUT"S OLD COAT.
It was a moonlit evening in the County Donegal, and there was a broad bar of silver shining in burnished splendor across the beautiful Lake Coulin. Two boys were standing on the edge of the lake. A prettily-trimmed little boat was lying at their feet. One, the taller of the two, was standing with his hand up to his ear, listening intently.
"Ah, then, Pat, can"t you stop that shuffling?" he cried to his younger companion. "I can"t listen if you keep whistling and moving your feet.
It is about time for Daneen to appear. Kitty is sure to send the tinos, dear old girl. Father takes care to keep her well supplied."
"There, I hear Dan"s horn; he is coming through the Gap," cried Pat, his face lighting up. "Stay there, Laurie, and I"ll run to meet him. He"ll just be at the other side of Haggart"s Glen when I get up."
The younger boy put wings to his feet, and the next moment was out of sight. The older boy, thrusting both his hands deep into his pockets, stood staring straight before him into the silver light caused by a full moon. The white radiance lit up his young person, his p.r.o.nounced features, and handsome face. There were gloomy depths in his big black eyes, although the slightest movement, the faintest play of expression would cause them to dance with vitality and fun; the petulant expression, round lips, curved and cut with the delicacy of a cameo, was very manifest. The lad was built in almost Herculean mould, so broad were his shoulders, so upright and tall his young figure. With his head thrown back, the listening att.i.tude on his face, his black hair swept from his forehead, he looked almost like a young G.o.d--all was _verve_, expectancy, eagerness in his att.i.tude.
"If only Kitty is true it will be all right," he muttered. "Ah, then, what a fool I was when I allowed the other fellows to tempt me to play that practical joke on old Wheel-about. I don"t think the governor minds anything else; but he cannot stand our making fun of that poor, old, half-witted chap. Never again will I do such a thing. I would not have father know this matter for all the world. Hullo! there comes Pat. I wonder if he has got my letter."
"Nothing, nothing, and worse than nothing," sang out Pat, extending two empty hands as he approached.
"No letter for me?" cried Laurie. He stepped out of the light, and striding up to his brother, laid one of his big hands on the boy"s slighter shoulder. "No letter? But did you really meet Daneen?"
"Of course I did. Don"t grip me so hard, old chap. He had only one letter in his pocket, and that was for Aunt Honora, two newspapers for father, and a heap of circulars--nothing else whatever."
"But are you certain sure? Surely Kitty would not fail a gossoon when he was in trouble."
"I tell you, Laurie, there was nothing from her, nor from any one, except that one letter for Aunt Honora; but perhaps you"ll hear in the morning."
Laurie made no reply; his hands dropped to his sides. The next moment he dived into his trousers pocket and extracted a few coins.
"Have we enough for a telegram, I wonder?" he said. "Ah, to be sure--why, we can send one now for sixpence. And I have tenpence here.
I"ll wire at once. I say, Pat, we must go to the nearest post office, and to-night. We will start now; do you mind? We can row across the Coulin, and anchor the boat at the opposite side, and then it is only eight miles across the mountains to Ballyshannon."
"But James Dunovan will have shut up the office," exclaimed Pat; "and if we are absent from supper what will father say?"
"Old Jim knows us; he"ll open fast enough when he hears that we two lads have come on business."
"But they can"t send the telegram after the office is shut."
"Don"t make difficulties, Pat. I tell you this is a serious business.
You don"t want to be banished from the country do you? We"ll go to the post office at once, and see that the message is sent to Kitty the very first thing in the morning. Come, what are young lingering for?"
"Supper is waiting, and Aunt Bridget will make a fuss. You know we are not allowed to be out after ten at night."
"Bother!" cried Laurie. "Well, then, we must go home first. What a nuisance. We"ll have a bite, and then slink out. The dad can think we have gone to bed. Why, Pat, old boy, I met Wheel-about to-day, and he was like a mad man. He told me he had collected all that money for his funeral. What apes we were to touch the coat!"
"Sure, it"s unlike Kitty not to write," said Pat. "She is the last in the world to leave a fellow in the lurch."
"Don"t I know that? Who"s fault it is it isn"t hers, poor old girl.
Something has happened to the letter. Now, Pat, let us get supper over, for we have no time to lose."
As Laurie spoke he fastened the little boat securely by a rope to a stone near by, and then the lads turned their backs upon the silver-burnished lake, and strode into the darkness of a narrow mountain defile. The path was steep, and they had to scramble up, doing so with the agility of young ponies.
"It is the thought of Wheel-about that bothers me entirely," said Laurie, after a pause. "I don"t want to have it lying on my soul--upon my honor I don"t--that I turned the poor old chap"s brain still crazier."
"Oh, the money will come along before Sat.u.r.day," said Pat; "and you know you told him he must wait until Sat.u.r.day. Don"t you worry, Laurie. Come on, I tell ye; there"s the gong sounding at the Castle."
The deep notes of a very sonorous old gong were distinctly borne on the breeze; the boys ran, hurrying and panting. A few moments later they had climbed an almost inaccessible rock, had tumbled over each other up a lawn, and entered a huge hall, where supper was spread. Squire Malone was seated at the head of the table; down both sides were crowded guests and different retainers--Squire Malone"s cousins, all of them, some to the fifth or sixth removed. Miss Honora Malone was at the foot of the table, and Miss Bridget presided at the tea tray at one of the sides.
"Sit down, you lads," roared the squire when he saw his sons; "you have been keeping us waiting. Now take your places and fall to."