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See - <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=NWQZAAAAYAAJ"> - https://books.google.com/books?id=NWQZAAAAYAAJ</a> - </td> - </tr> -</table> -<p> </p> -<hr class="full" /> -<p> </p> -<p> </p> -<p> </p> - -<div id="coverpage" class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">2</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/frontis.jpg" alt="" /> -<p class="caption">The space below was literally filled up with bags -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">3</span></p> -</div> - -<h1 class="bbox"> -<span class="titlebbox"> -A STRUGGLE<br /> -<span class="medium">FOR</span><br /> -A FORTUNE<br /></span> - -<img src="images/titlepage.jpg" alt="" /><br /> - -<span class="x-large">HARRY CASTLEMON</span><br /> - -<span class="large"><i>ILLUSTRATED by W. H. FRY</i></span><br /> - -<span class="medium bbox"> -M. A. DONOHUE & COMPANY<br /> -CHICAGO</span></h1> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">4</span></p> - -<p class="copy"> -<span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1905,<br /> -BY<br /> -THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY<br /> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">5</span></p> - -<!-- Begin Autogenerated TOC. --> - -<table> - <tr> - <td colspan="2"><h2>Table of Contents</h2></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdr">Page</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">5</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">19</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">35</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">52</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">70</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">87</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">104</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">121</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">138</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">155</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_XL">CHAPTER XL</a></td> - <td class="tdr">173</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">190</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">207</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">224</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">241</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">262</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER XVII.</a></td> - <td class="tdr">281</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#ALWAYS_ASK_FOR_THE_DONOHUE">ALWAYS <i><span class="smcap">ASK FOR THE</span></i> DONOHUE</a></td> - <td class="tdr">299</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#FAMOUS_BOOKS_IN_REBOUND_EDITIONS">FAMOUS BOOKS IN REBOUND EDITIONS</a></td> - <td class="tdr">300</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#ALWAYS_ASK_FOR_THE_DONOHUE_1">ALWAYS <i>ASK FOR THE</i> DONOHUE</a></td> - <td class="tdr">301</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#ALWAYS_ASK_FOR_THE_DONOHUE_2">ALWAYS <i><span class="smcap">ASK FOR THE</span></i> DONOHUE</a></td> - <td class="tdr">302</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#ALWAYS_ASK_FOR_THE_DONOHUE_3">ALWAYS <i><span class="smcap">ASK FOR THE</span></i> DONOHUE</a></td> - <td class="tdr">303</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#ALWAYS_ASK_FOR_THE_DONOHUE_4">ALWAYS <i><span class="smcap">ASK FOR THE</span></i> DONOHUE</a></td> - <td class="tdr">304</td> - </tr> -</table> -<!-- End Autogenerated TOC. --> - -<p class="ph1">A Struggle for a Fortune.</p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>About Money.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">It</span> was in a little log cabin with a dirt floor and -a stick chimney which occupied almost the -whole of one side of it, situated a few miles -from Pond Post Office, a small hamlet located -somewhere in the wilds of Missouri, that the -opening scene of this story took place. There -were four occupants of the cabin, sitting around -in various attitudes, and they all seemed to be -looking at a fifth person, Jonas Keeler by name, -who was standing in the middle of the floor with -a whip in his hand and a fierce frown on his face. -Something was evidently troubling this man -Jonas, and, if we listen to a few scraps of the -conversation that passed between him and his -wife, perhaps we can ascertain what it was. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">6</span></p> - -<p>“And is there any thing else that you -want?” inquired Jonas, in a tone that was fully -as fierce as his frown. “It beats the world how -many things I have to get when I go to town. It -is coffee here, and flour there, until I have to have -a memory as long as this whip-stock for fear that -I will forget some of them.”</p> - -<p>“But, father, we have got to live somehow,” -said his wife, who was seated on a rickety chair. -“We can’t grow fat on air.”</p> - -<p>“To be sure you can’t, but it seems to me -that you might make things last longer. We -wasn’t in this fix before the war. Then we had -a house and something that was fit to eat; but -ever since the rebs and the Yanks have got in -here and burned us out, things is all mussed up -and I don’t know which way to turn.”</p> - -<p>“Why, father, you have money now,” said -his wife.</p> - -<p>“Where did I get money? Not much I ain’t. -It has been this way ever since that old man Nickerson -came here to board. I didn’t agree to take -him for nothing, and I would not have done it if -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">7</span> -you hadn’t showed signs of getting up on your -ear.”</p> - -<p>“I know you didn’t. He gave you one -thousand dollars when he first came here, and you -said it would be more than enough to keep him -as long as he lived.”</p> - -<p>“But I did not suppose he was going to last -forever, did I? He has chawed that up in tobacco -long ago; and every time I go to town I -am getting him a plug out of my own pocket.”</p> - -<p>“Do you mean to say that he has used up a -thousand dollars in three years?” asked Mrs. -Keeler, in a tone of astonishment.</p> - -<p>“Now look at you. You seem to think that -amount of money will last forever. He has -chawed that up and more, too. He must have had -more than a thousand dollars when he came here. -The folks down to Manchester used to say he was -worth ten thousand dollars. What did you do -with all that money, old man?”</p> - -<p>This question, addressed in no very amiable -tone of voice, was spoken to a person who was -seated in a remote corner of the cabin as if he -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">8</span> -was anxious to get out of reach of the speaker. -He was a very aged man, with white locks that -came down upon his shoulders and hands that -trembled in spite of all he could do to prevent it, -and there was something in his eyes and face -which he turned toward Jonas that would have -appealed to any heart except the heart of Jonas -Keeler. The old man was not in his right mind. -He had worked hard and laboriously, his hands -showed that, for the little money he possessed—Jonas -said it was more than a thousand dollars—but -those days were passed now. Something, -no one could have told exactly what it was, had -operated on his mind until he hardly knew what -he was doing. But there was one thing he did -know and that was that during the last year his -supply of tobacco had been extremely limited. -What Jonas did with the thousand dollars that -he gave him when he first came to his cabin and -took up his abode with him, no one ever knew. -Some believed that he had invested it in a mortgage -while others thought he had it stowed away -so that he could draw on it whenever necessity -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">9</span> -required it. At any rate his money went somewhere, -and Jonas never got him a thing when he -went to town without finding fault about it.</p> - -<p>There had been a time when this Mr. Nickerson -who lived a short distance from Manchester, -was thought to be the richest person in all that -county. Every thing he had about him went to -show it. His horses were the fattest, his beef cattle -brought the most money and his farm was -nicely kept up. But the war broke out about this -time, and Mrs. Keeler often wondered what had -become of old man Nickerson who lived twenty -miles away. He had been the husband of her -sister, but since her death he had lived alone on -his farm. He often said that he would not go -into either army, he had no hand in bringing on -the war and those who were to blame for it could -settle the matter among themselves, and the consequence -was he was robbed by both Union and -Confederates. Every thing he had in sight was -gone except one thousand dollars, which he finally -gave into the hands of Jonas Keeler with the -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">10</span> -understanding that the amount was to support -him while he lived.</p> - -<p>“I don’t much like the idea of giving up my -money,” said Mr. Nickerson, after he had taken -a long time to think the matter over. “If I keep -it with me I can get tobacco and other little things -that I need; but now that I have let Jonas have -it,—I don’t know; I don’t know. The first thing -I know that thousand dollars will all be gone, and -then what will I do? We’ll see what sort of a -man Jonas is to live up to his word.”</p> - -<p>Jonas Keeler did not believe in war either, -and he tried by every means in his power to keep -out of it. He hid in the woods when either army -came near him, and of course he lost everything -he had. The Confederates stole his horses and -cattle, and the Union fellows said if he were not -a rebel he ought to be, and burned his house over -his head. But Jonas had the thousand dollars -to go on and with this he was remarkably content. -He kept along until the war closed and then he -was ready to set out and make his living over -again; but he found that it was a hard thing to -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">11</span> -do. It was tiresome work to get up where he was -before, he never grew any richer, and Jonas, -from being a quiet and peaceable man, became -sullen and morose, did not like to hear anybody -talk of spending money, even though he knew he -must spend some in order to live, and finally got -so that his family were afraid of him. There was -one thing that he never could get through his -head: Mr. Nickerson had never said anything -about what had become of the rest of his money, -and Jonas finally came to the conclusion that it -was concealed somewhere, and he wanted to know -where it was.</p> - -<p>“You need not talk to me about that sum -being all the old man had,” said he, when he had -held one of his long arguments with his wife. -“He had more money than that and I know it. -What did he do when Daddy Price took him off -into the army? He buried it; that’s what he did -with it.”</p> - -<p>“But the rebels must have got it,” said Mrs. -Keeler. “You know they went all over his house -and took everything there was in it.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">12</span></p> - -<p>“But they never got any money,” said -Jonas. “The old man hangs onto a dollar until -the eagle hollers before he will give it up, and if -they had found anything he would not fail to say -so. He has got that money hidden somewhere, -and I wish I knew where it was. He makes me so -mad when he denies it, that I have half a mind -to take him by the scurf of the neck and throw -him out of doors.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t do that, Jonas; don’t do that,” said -Mrs. Keeler in alarm. “The old gentleman is -getting feeble, I can see that plainly enough, and -the only way you can do is to treat him kindly.”</p> - -<p>“Good gracious! Ain’t that what I have -been doing ever since he has been here?” demanded -Jonas in a heat. “I tell you that his -tobacco money is pretty near gone, and when it is -<i>all</i> gone he will not get any more. It is high time -he was quitting that bad habit.”</p> - -<p>Mrs. Keeler made no remark when she heard -this. The idea that a man ninety years old could -cease a habit that he had been accustomed to all -his life, was absurd. Jonas himself really delighted -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">13</span> -in a good smoke. How would he feel if -he were deprived of that privilege? Furthermore, -his wife did not believe that all Mr. Nickerson’s -money was gone. She was certain that Jonas could -find a good deal of it if he looked -around and tried.</p> - -<p>This conversation took place some time previous -to the beginning of our story. Mr. Nickerson’s -thousand dollars were nearly gone, at least -Jonas said so, and at the time we introduce them -to the reader it was all gone, and the old man did -not know what he would do next. He had not a -bit of that staff of life, as he regarded it, remaining, -and now Jonas wanted to know where he had -hidden the rest of his money. He had held a long -talk with the old man down to the stable but could -not get any thing out of him. That was one -thing that put him in such bad humor.</p> - -<p>“What did you do with all that money, old -man?” repeated Jonas, when Mr. Nickerson -looked up at him with a sickly smile on his face.</p> - -<p>“What money?” inquired the old gentleman, -as if he had never heard of the subject before. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">14</span></p> - -<p>“Aw! what money!” said Jonas; and when -he got into conversation on this matter he nearly -always forgot himself and shouted out the words -as if the man he was addressing were a mile away. -“I mean the money you had stowed away in your -pocket-book where the soldiers could not find it; -the money we were talking about down to the -barn. Where did you put it?”</p> - -<p>“I gave you every cent I had left,” was the -reply. “If there was any more the rebels have -got it. Say, Jonas, are you going to get me a -plug of tobacco when you go down town?”</p> - -<p>“There it is again. No, I ain’t. Your money -is all gone, and you will have to do without it -from this time on.”</p> - -<p>Jonas started toward the door as if he were -in a hurry to get out, but before he had made -many steps he suddenly paused in his walk, -gazed steadily at the dirt floor and then turned to -Mr. Nickerson again.</p> - -<p>“Don’t you remember where a dollar or two -of that money went?” said he; and he tried to -make his voice as pleading as he knew how. “If -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">15</span> -you could remember that, I might find you a plug -or two of tobacco while I am down town.”</p> - -<p>“There was no more of it in the purse other -than the money I gave you,” said the old man, -once more resting his forehead on his hands and -his elbows on his knees. “That was all I had left -to give you. You saw the inside of the purse as -plainly as I did.”</p> - -<p>“But you must have some other that was not -in the purse,” said Jonas. “Where did you put -that?”</p> - -<p>“All I had was there in my pocket and you -have got that. I want a plug of tobacco, too.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you don’t get it out of me this trip,” -shouted Jonas. “If you won’t tell where your -money is you can go without tobacco.”</p> - -<p>Jonas went out, climbed into his wagon and -drove off while the old man raised his head from -his hands, tottered to the door and watched him -as he was whirled away down the road. Then -he came back and seated himself on the chair -again.</p> - -<p>“Jonas still sticks to it that I had more -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">16</span> -money in that purse than I gave him,” whined -Mr. Nickerson. “I hid it under the doorstep before -Price took me away to the army. He knew -that I was not able to do anything toward driving -the mules, I was too old; but he took me along -just to let me see that the Confederates ruled this -State instead of the Union people. He set me to -getting the mules out of the mud holes they got -into, but in a few days he saw that I was not of -any use at that, so he discharged me where I was -all of one hundred miles from home, and left me -to get there the best I could. I made it after -awhile, although I suffered severely while I was -doing it, found my thousand dollars right where -I had left it and came up here and gave it to -Jonas, consarn my picture. He said it would be -enough to get me all the tobacco and clothes I -needed, and now it is all gone. What I am going -to do beats me.”</p> - -<p>“I have not got a cent, Mr. Nickerson,” said -Mrs. Keeler. “If I had I would give it to you in -a minute. I have not seen the color of any -body’s money since the war.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">17</span></p> - -<p>“I know you haven’t, Mandy,” said Mr. -Nickerson. “I have not any kith nor kin of my -own, but you have always been good to me, and -some day—”</p> - -<p>The old man started as if he had been shot, -looked all around him, his gaze resting on the -faces of the two boys who stood near the door listening -to what he had to say, and then hid his face -in his hands and burst into a loud cough, doubling -himself up as if he were almost strangled. Perhaps -the boys were taken by surprise—and perhaps -they were not; but Jonas’s wife was really -alarmed.</p> - -<p>“Why, Mr. Nickerson, what is the matter?” -she inquired.</p> - -<p>“Oh, it is nothing. It will pass off in a few -minutes. I get to coughing that way once in a -while.”</p> - -<p>“Especially when you are going to say something -you don’t want to,” murmured one of the -boys under his breath. “And some day you are -going to pay mother for her goodness to you. I -wish I knew what you meant by that.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">18</span></p> - -<p>The boys turned and left the cabin, but they -did not go in company with each other. In fact, -they tried to get as far apart as possible. There -was something wrong with them—a person could -see that at a glance. What these young fellows -had to make them enemies, living there in the -wilderness with not another house in sight, shall -be told further on. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">19</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>A Friend In Need.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">“Nat,</span> what do you reckon he meant by -that?”</p> - -<p>“Meant by what?”</p> - -<p>“Why he said that mother had always been -good to him, and that some day—then he went off -coughing and didn’t say the rest.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know, I am sure.”</p> - -<p>“I reckon he has got some money stowed -away somewhere, as pap always said he had, and -that when he is gone mother will come into it. By -gracious! I wish I could find it.”</p> - -<p>“Would you take it away from your -mother?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir, I would. I would take it away -from any body. I need some clothes, don’t I?”</p> - -<p>“You would have to go down to Manchester -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">20</span> -if you got any money, and that is a long ways -from here.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t care; I would find it if I was there. -Are you going to get him any tobacco?”</p> - -<p>“Me? What have I got to buy him tobacco -with? You talk as if I had lots of money hidden -away somewhere.”</p> - -<p>“‘Cause if I see you slipping away any -where and I can’t find you, I will tell pap of it -when he comes home. You know what you will -get if I do that?”</p> - -<p>“Well, you keep your eyes on me and see if -I slip away any where except down to the potato -patch,” said Nat, indignantly. “That is where -I am going now.”</p> - -<p>The two boys separated and went off in different -directions, Nat wending his way to the potato -patch and the other going toward the miserable -hovel they called a barn to finish his task of -shelling corn.</p> - -<p>“What a mean fellow that Nat Wood is,” -said Caleb Keeler, as he turned and gave his departing -companion a farewell look. “That boy -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">21</span> -has got as much as four or five dollars hidden -away about this place somewhere, and I tell you -I am going to find it some day. Then won’t I -have some clothes to wear? I’ve got a pair of -nice shoes which pap made him give me, but I -will have more if I find that money. Dog-gone -him, he has no business to keep things hidden -away from us.”</p> - -<p>These two boys, Caleb Keeler and Nat Wood, -cherished the most undying hatred to one another, -and as far as Nat was concerned, there was -reason for it. It was all on account of his lost -shoes, and they had been taken away from him a -year ago. The weather was getting cold, every -morning the grass and leaves were wet and it was -as much as a bare-footed boy wanted to do to run -around in them, and Nat had prepared for it by -going down to the store one evening and purchasing -a pair of brogans and two pairs of stockings. -He fully expected to get into trouble on account -of them, and sure enough he did. The next morning -he came out with them on, and his appearance -was enough to create astonishment on Caleb’s -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">22</span> -part who stood and looked at him with mouth -and eyes wide open.</p> - -<p>“Well, if you haven’t got a pair of shoes I -never want to see daylight again,” said Caleb, -as soon as he had recovered from his amazement. -“Where did you get them?”</p> - -<p>“I bought them,” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“Where did you buy them?”</p> - -<p>“Down to the store.”</p> - -<p>“Where did you get your money?”</p> - -<p>“I earned it.”</p> - -<p>“You did, eh? Well, you ain’t been a doing -any thing about here to earn any money,” declared -Caleb, after he had fairly taken in the situation. -“If you have money to buy a pair of shoes -you can get a pair for me too. How much did -they cost you?”</p> - -<p>“Two dollars.”</p> - -<p>“Have you got any more of them bills?”</p> - -<p>“Not another bill,” said Nat; and to prove -it he turned his pockets inside out. There was -nothing in them except a worn jack-knife with all -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">23</span> -the blades broken which nobody would steal if he -had the chance.</p> - -<p>“I don’t care for what you have in your -pockets,” exclaimed Caleb, who grew angry in a -moment. “You have got more hidden around in -the bushes somewhere. You want to get two dollars -between this time and the time we get -through breakfast, now I tell you. I will go down -to the store with you.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I won’t do it,” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“If you don’t do it I will tell pap.”</p> - -<p>“You can run and tell him as soon as you -please. If you want shoes, go to work and earn -the money.”</p> - -<p>Caleb waited to hear no more. He dropped -the milk bucket as if it were a coal of fire and -walked as straight toward the house as he could -go. He slammed the door behind him but in two -minutes he reappeared, accompanied by his -father. Things began to look dark for Nat.</p> - -<p>“There, sir, I have lost my shoes,” said he. -“If Uncle Jonas takes these away from me he -will be the meanest man I ever saw. They are -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">24</span> -mine and I don’t see why I can not be allowed to -keep them.”</p> - -<p>When Jonas came up he did not appear so -cross as he usually did. In fact he tried to smile, -but Nat knew there was something back of it.</p> - -<p>“Hallo, where did you get them shoes, Natty?” -was the way in which he began the conversation.</p> - -<p>“I got them down to the store,” was the reply, -“and Caleb wants me to buy him a pair; but -I have not got the money to do it.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t you reckon you could find two extry -dollars somewhere?” said Jonas.</p> - -<p>“No, nor one dollar. I will tell you what I -will do,” said Nat, seeing that the smile of his -uncle’s face speedily gave way to his usual fierce -frown. “I will tell you right where my money is -hidden and then Caleb can go and find it.”</p> - -<p>“Well, that’s business,” said Caleb, smiling -all over.</p> - -<p>“If you will do that then me and you won’t -have any trouble about them shoes,” chimed in -Jonas, once more calling the smile to his face. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">25</span> -“Where have you got it? How many years have -you been here, Natty?” continued Jonas, for just -then an idea occurred to him. “You have been -here just eleven years—you are fourteen now—and -you have kept that money hidden out there -in the brush all this while. Now why did you do -that?”</p> - -<p>It was right on the point of Nat’s tongue to -tell Jonas that he did not have the money when -he came there, but he knew that by so doing he -would bring some body else into trouble; so he -said nothing.</p> - -<p>“I was older than you and knew more, and -you ought to have given me the money to keep for -you,” continued Jonas. “If you had done that -you could have come to me any time that you -wanted a pair of shoes, and you could have got -them without the least trouble.”</p> - -<p>“Won’t you take what there is left in my bag -after you see it?” asked Nat, hopefully.</p> - -<p>“That depends. I want first to see how -much you have in that bag. Where is it?”</p> - -<p>“Caleb, you know where that old fallen log -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">26</span> -is beside the branch near the place where we get -water?” said Nat. “Well, go on the off side of -that and you will see leaves pushed against the -log. Brush aside the leaves and there you will -find the bag.”</p> - -<p>Caleb at once posted off and Jonas, after -looking in vain for a seat, turned the milk bucket -upside down, perched himself upon it and resumed -his mild lecture to Nat over keeping his -money hidden from him for so many years. He -was the oldest and knew more about money than -Nat did, he was a little fellow when he came there—when -Jonas reached this point in his lecture he -stopped and looked steadily at the floor. Nat was -only three years old when he came to take up his -abode under the roof of Jonas Keeler, to be -abused worse than any dog that ever lived, both -by Jonas and his son Caleb, and how could he at -that tender age hide away his money so that -Jonas could not find it?</p> - -<p>“Wh-o-o-p!” yelled Jonas, speaking out before -he knew what he was doing.</p> - -<p>“What is the matter?” inquired Nat. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">27</span></p> - -<p>“Nothing much,” replied Jonas. “I was -just a-thinking; that’s all. If Nat was only three -years old when he came here to live with me,” he -added to himself, “he couldn’t have had that -money. Somebody has given it to him since, and -it was not so very long ago, either. Whoop!” -and it was all he could do to keep from uttering -the words out loud. “He has got it from the old -man; there’s where he got it from. And didn’t -I say that the old man had something hidden out -all these years? He didn’t give me a quarter of -what he saved from the rebels. Now he has got -to give me that money or there’s going to be a -fracas in this house. I won’t keep him no longer. -You can bet on that.”</p> - -<p>At this point in his meditations Jonas was -interrupted by the return of his son who was -coming along as though he had nothing to live -for, swinging his hand with the bag in it to let -his father believe that there was nothing in it -that he cared to save.</p> - -<p>“What’s the matter?” inquired Jonas.</p> - -<p>“I have found the bag but there is nothing -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">28</span> -in it, dog-gone the luck,” sputtered Caleb. -“There is just a ‘shinplaster’ in it and it calls for -two bits. Where is the rest of your money?” he -added, turning fiercely upon Nat.</p> - -<p>“That is all I have,” replied Nat. “It was -in that bag, wasn’t it? Then I have no more to -give you.”</p> - -<p>Jonas took the bag, glanced at the shinplaster -and put it into his pocket. The smile had -now given away to the frown.</p> - -<p>“Say, pap, ain’t you going to give that to -me!” asked Caleb, who began to see that the interest -he had taken in unearthing Nat’s money -was not going to help very much.</p> - -<p>“No; you can’t get no shoes with that money. -I will take it and get some coffee with it the next -time I go to town. Is this all the money you have -left, Nat?”</p> - -<p>“Every cent; and now you are going to take -that away from me, too?”</p> - -<p>“Of course; for I think it is the properest -thing to do. You don’t ever go to church—”</p> - -<p>“And what is the reason I don’t? It is because -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">29</span> -I have not got any clothes to wear,” said -Nat, who plainly saw what was coming next.</p> - -<p>“That’s neither here nor there,” said Jonas. -“Caleb goes to church, and he would go every -Sunday if he had the proper things.”</p> - -<p>“You bet I would,” said Caleb.</p> - -<p>“So I think that if you don’t go to church -and Caleb does, you had better take off them -shoes. Take them off and give them to Caleb.”</p> - -<p>“Now, Uncle Jonas, you are not going to -make me go bare-footed this cold weather,” said -Nat, anxiously. “If Caleb wants shoes let him -go to work and earn them.”</p> - -<p>“I can’t go to work about here,” said Caleb. -“There’s nobody will hire me to do a thing.”</p> - -<p>“Because you are too lazy; that’s what’s the -matter with you,” said Nat, under his breath.</p> - -<p>“Take off them shoes,” said Jonas.</p> - -<p>Nat hesitated, but it was only for an instant. -Jonas was not the man to allow his orders to be -disobeyed with impunity, so he arose from his -seat on the milk bucket with alacrity, disappeared -in a little room where he kept a switch which he -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">30</span> -had often used on the boys when they did anything -that Jonas considered out of the way, and -when he brought it out with him he found Nat on -the floor taking off his shoes.</p> - -<p>“You have come to time, have you?” said -the man with a grin. “So you are going to take -them off and give them to Caleb, are you?”</p> - -<p>“I am going to take them off because I can’t -well help myself,” said Nat, boldly. “If I was -as big as you are I would not take them off.”</p> - -<p>“None of that sort of talk to me,” said -Jonas, lifting the switch as if he were about to let -it fall upon Nat’s shoulders. “You would take -them off if you were as big as a mountain.”</p> - -<p>When he had removed his shoes Caleb picked -them up and in company with his father started -toward the house. He wanted to put them where -they would be safe, and Nat stood there in his -bare feet watching him until he closed the door -behind him.</p> - -<p>We have not referred to the relationship -which Nat bore to Jonas Keeler, but no doubt those -into whose hands this story falls will be surprised -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">31</span> -to hear it. Jonas was his uncle, and, by the way, -Mr. Nickerson was no relation to any body under -that roof. Nat’s father and mother were dead; -his father was killed in the rebel army. Jonas -found him in Manchester and brought him home -“to keep him safe and sound;” at least that was -what he said; but those who knew Jonas thought -that the reason was because he suspected that Nat -was heir to some money which would some day -turn up in his favor. He did not see where the -money was to come from, but he believed it, and -that was enough. The truth of the matter was, -Nat did not have a cent. After he had been -there for some years Jonas began to think so too, -and from that time his treatment of Nat was anything -but what it ought to be. It was only when -Mr. Nickerson began to take an interest in him -that Nat had anything that he could call his own. -He did not like the way Nat was abused—he was -in his right mind then and hale and hearty in -spite of his years—and took pity on him and determined -to help him. That was where Nat’s -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">32</span> -money came from, and the way he happened to -get it was this:</p> - -<p>One day, when Jonas went to town, Mr. -Nickerson watched his opportunity and followed -him out to the field where he was at work alone. -Nat greeted him very cordially for he was always -glad to see him. Mr. Nickerson was the only one -except Mrs. Keeler, who had a kind word to say -to him, and Nat remembered him for it.</p> - -<p>“Do you know what I would do if Jonas -abused me as badly as he does you?” said he.</p> - -<p>“No, sir, I don’t,” replied Nat.</p> - -<p>“I would sit down and rest. He has gone -away to town now, and when he comes home he -can’t tell whether you have been at work or not.”</p> - -<p>The boy leaned on his plow handles—he was -eight years old and ought not to have been required -to do that sort of work—and looked at -Mr. Nickerson without speaking. He wanted to -see if the man was in earnest.</p> - -<p>“Jonas knows just how much I ought to have -done, and when he comes home and finds that I -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">33</span> -have not got it all done, he will use that switch -on me.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Nickerson saw that there was some sense -in this reasoning, and after kicking some clods -out of his way and looking toward the house to -make sure that there was no one watching him, -he went on to say—</p> - -<p>“Jonas uses you pretty rough, does he not?”</p> - -<p>“Well, I will be a man some day, and then I -will take it out of him, I bet you,” said Nat; and -when he uttered the words he clenched his hands -and his eyes flashed as if there were plenty of -spirit in him.</p> - -<p>“But that is going to be a long time for you -to wait. If you had money do you think you -could hide it where Jonas and Caleb could not -find it?”</p> - -<p>“But I haven’t got any,” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“But I say supposing you had some; could -you keep it out of their reach?” said Mr. Nickerson, -when he saw Nat’s eyes brighten when he -thought of all the fine things that money would -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">34</span> -buy for him. “If you don’t keep it out of their -way you will get me into trouble.”</p> - -<p>“Were you going to give me some money?” -stammered Nat.</p> - -<p>“I had thought some of it,” said the man, -lowering his voice almost to a whisper and glancing -again toward the house. “I have some -money but I dare not keep it. Last night while -I was awake, I saw Jonas come in very quietly -and go through my trousers’ pocket; but he did -not find any money there. If he had looked under -the head of my bed close to the wall, he would -have found two hundred dollars.”</p> - -<p>While Mr. Nickerson spoke he had drawn a -well-filled book from his pocket, opened it and -showed to the astonished boy a whole lot of greenbacks -which he had stowed away there. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">35</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III.<br /> - -<span class="medium">“<i>Mental Reservation.</i>”</span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">Nat</span> had never seen so much money before -in his life. He thought if he were worth -that much that he would drop the plow -handles then and there and take to the woods.</p> - -<p>“Where did you get so much?” he stammered -at length.</p> - -<p>“I worked for it, and that’s the way Jonas -will have to get every cent he makes,” said Mr. -Nickerson. “What would you do if you had all -this money?”</p> - -<p>“I would go down to the store and buy some -new over-alls,” replied Nat, pushing out one leg -so that Mr. Nickerson could see the gaping rent -in his knee. “They haven’t been mended since -I put them on.”</p> - -<p>“Yes; and then when Jonas comes home he -would see the new over-alls and would want to -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">36</span> -know where you got them. That plan would -not work at all, for the first thing you know you -would get me into trouble as well as yourself. -Now I am going to give you half of this, because -I think you are too smart a boy to let it fall into -the hands of any body else.”</p> - -<p>“But what shall I do with it? If you think -Jonas will notice my new clothes when he comes -home, I can’t buy any.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t give it to you to buy good clothes -with. In fact you had better let them alone. But -when I was of your age I liked to have something -to eat when I went to town of a Saturday afternoon—some -candy and nuts and such like -things.”</p> - -<p>“Were you ever a boy?” said Nat, in surprise. -The idea that that old, gray-headed man -could remember so long ago as that fairly took -his breath away.</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes; I can remember when I was a boy, -and it don’t seem so very far off, either. I was a -young boy, bare-footed as yourself, but I always -had money. My father let me have it all, and I -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">37</span> -never thought of running away from him to get -a chance to spend it. You don’t get much candy, -I suppose?”</p> - -<p>“No, I don’t. I hardly know what it tastes -like.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you go down town and ask the grocery -man to change one of these bills for you. -You see they are all fives, and if you don’t spend -more than ten cents at a time and keep the rest -hidden away, it will be long before any body finds -out that you have got any money.”</p> - -<p>As Mr. Nickerson spoke he glanced toward -the house again, looked all around to make sure -that there was nobody in sight, and placed a -handful of bills in Nat’s grasp, reaching down -by the side of him so that no one could see him -do it.</p> - -<p>“Oh, Mr. Nickerson, you don’t know how -much I thank you for—”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I understand all about that. But -there is something else that I want to talk to you -about. I want you to get me some tobacco with -that money.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">38</span></p> - -<p>“I’ll do it, and Jonas and Caleb won’t know -a thing about it. I will hide it where they will -never think of looking for it.”</p> - -<p>“That is what I wanted,” said Mr. Nickerson, -with a pleased smile on his face. “But you -must be very careful. Don’t take but one bill at -a time, and then if anybody should see you and -take it away from you, they won’t get all the -money.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Nickerson turned abruptly away from -him and walked toward the house, and Nat, feeling -as he had never felt before, seized the plow -handles and went on with his work. He glanced -up and down the field and toward the house to -satisfy himself that Caleb was not in sight, and -when he went by a little clump of bushes that -grew at the lower end of the lot he dropped the -plow, took the reins off his neck and ran toward -a fence corner and took his bills from his pocket.</p> - -<p>“I guess this place will do until I can find -a better one,” he muttered, as he scraped away -the leaves and placed his treasure within it. -“By gracious! It is always darkest just before -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">39</span> -day-light. And how do you suppose that Mr. -Nickerson knew that I was planning to run away -from Jonas? Now I tell you that he had better -keep a civil tongue in his head or the first thing -he knows when he calls me in the morning, and -comes to my bed to use that switch on me because -I don’t get up, I won’t be there. But then I can’t -go as long as Mr. Nickerson lasts. He will want -me to get some tobacco for him.”</p> - -<p>Nat laid ninety-five dollars in the hole which -he had dug for it, placed a chunk over it so that -the leaves would not blow off and with a five-dollar -bill safe in his pocket he returned to his -work. He wanted to yell, he felt so happy; but -when he raised his eyes as he turned his horse -about, he saw Caleb standing in the upper end -of the clump of bushes, regarding him intently. -How long had Caleb been there and what had he -seen? There was one thing about it: If he knew, -the secret of that money he would have the hardest -fight of his life before he placed his hands -upon it.</p> - -<p>“What’s the matter with you?” said Caleb, -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">40</span> -who did not fail to notice the look that came upon -Nat’s face.</p> - -<p>“There is nothing the matter with me,” said -Nat. “I don’t see why I should do all the work -and you sitting around and doing nothing.”</p> - -<p>“What was old man Nickerson doing out -here so long with you?” asked Caleb, who did -not think it worth while to go into an argument -about the work that Nat had spoken of. “He -was here with you for half an hour, and you had -all this piece of ground to be plowed up before -pap came home. And you stayed here and listened -to him, too.”</p> - -<p>“Where were you?” asked Nat.</p> - -<p>“I was around in the barn where I could -see everything you did,” replied Caleb, with a -knowing shake of his head.</p> - -<p>“What did you see him do?”</p> - -<p>“I saw him talking to you; that’s what I saw -him do. You wasted fully half an hour with -him.”</p> - -<p>Nat drew a long breath of relief and felt considerably -more at ease when he heard this, for -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">41</span> -if that was all that Caleb had seen, the secret of -his money was safe. He had not seen Mr. Nickerson -when he passed his hand down by his side -and placed the bills safe in Nat’s hands.</p> - -<p>“What was he talking to you about?” demanded -Caleb.</p> - -<p>“About certain things that happened when -he was a boy,” returned Nat. “If you wanted -to hear what he said you ought to have come out -and listened. But I must go on or I will not get -this piece plowed by the time your father comes -back. Get up here, you ugly man’s horse.”</p> - -<p>“Now you just wait and see if I don’t tell -pap of that,” said Caleb, who grew angry in a -moment. “I learn you to call pap’s horse ugly.”</p> - -<p>“I didn’t say he was ugly. I said he belonged -to an ugly man; and if your father did not -look mad when he went to town, just because Mr. -Nickerson wanted some tobacco, I don’t want a -cent.”</p> - -<p>The horse, after being persuaded by the -lines, reluctantly resumed his work and Caleb -was left there standing alone. There was something -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">42</span> -about Nat that did not look right to him. -He always was independent, and acted as though -he did not care whether Caleb spoke to him or -not, but just now he seemed to be more so than -ever.</p> - -<p>“I wish I knew what was up between that -boy Nat and old man Nickerson,” said he, as he -started out toward the barn. “Every move that -old man makes I think he has got some money -hidden somewhere about here. Pap thinks so -and so do I. I just keep a watch of Nat more -closely than I have heretofore, and if I can find -his money—whoop-pe!”</p> - -<p>Jonas did not find any fault when he came -home that night, for Nat, by keeping the horses -almost in a trot, had got the field plowed, the -team unharnessed and fed before he returned. He -found fault with him and brought his switch into -play more than once on other matters, but during -the five years that elapsed he never said -“money” to him once. During these five years -he always kept his money concealed, and every -time he went to town he always bought a goodly -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">43</span> -store of tobacco for the old man. And nobody -ever suspected him or Mr. Nickerson, either. Of -course, during this time, Jonas became more sullen -and ugly than ever, and worse than all, Nat -could see that there was something having an -affect upon his old friend, Mr. Nickerson. -Either it was his age or the treatment he received -that had a gloomy impression upon him, but at -any rate Mr. Nickerson was losing his mind. He -no longer talked with Nat the way he used to, but -was continually finding fault with his money and -where it went to so suddenly that he could not -get any more tobacco to chew to help him while -away the hours. Jonas encouraged him to talk -this way for somehow he got it into his head that -Mr. Nickerson would some day forget himself, -and that he would tell where he had hidden his -money; but not a thing did he get out of him. -The old gentleman was apparently as innocent -of any thing he had concealed as though he had -never heard any thing about it.</p> - -<p>“You may as well give that up,” said his -wife, after Jonas had tried for a long time to -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">44</span> -induce him to say something. “If he had any -money when the war broke out, the rebels have -got it.”</p> - -<p>“Not much I won’t give it up,” declared -Jonas, turning fiercely upon Mrs. Keeler. “If -this old place could talk it would tell a heap. I -have hunted it over and over time and again, -but I can’t find any thing. I tell you I am going -to get rid of him some day. I will send him to -the poor house; and there’s where he ought to -be.”</p> - -<p>When Nat heard Jonas talk in this way it -always made him uneasy. As soon as it came -dark he would go to the place where he had hidden -his tobacco and money and take them out -and conceal them somewhere else, carefully noting -the spot and telling the old man about it.</p> - -<p>At the end of five years his money was all -gone, and then Nat was in a fever of suspense -because he did not know where he was going to -get some more tobacco for Mr. Nickerson and -candy for himself; and when he was asked for -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">45</span> -more he was obliged to say that his tobacco -money had all been exhausted.</p> - -<p>“Well, I expected it,” said Mr. Nickerson. -“But it has lasted you a good while, has it not? -There’s some difference between you and Jonas. -I gave him all of a thousand dollars when I came -here—”</p> - -<p>Nat fairly gasped for breath. He wondered -what Jonas could have done with all that money.</p> - -<p>“It is a fact,” said the old man. “He told -me that it would keep me in spending money -as long as I lived, and now it has been gone for -several years. You had a hundred dollars, and -it has lasted until now. You go out to the barn -and in about half an hour I will be out there.”</p> - -<p>Like one in a dream Nat made his way to -the tumble-down building that afforded the cattle -a place of refuge in stormy weather, and -looked around for something to do while he -awaited Mr. Nickerson’s return. If we were to -say that he was surprised we would not have -expressed it. Was the old man made of money? -It certainly looked that way, for when a hundred -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">46</span> -dollars was gone he simply said “he had expected -it” and went out to find more. In a few -minutes he returned and placed another package -of bills in Nat’s pocket.</p> - -<p>“Do you know you told a lie to Jonas every -time he asked you about this money?” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“No, I did not,” said Mr. Nickerson, earnestly. -“I told him that I did not have any more -money for him; and I didn’t have, either. I -have not got a cent about me.”</p> - -<p>Nat was not old enough to remember the -form of oath administered by the United States -government to all its employees—“do you solemnly -promise without any mental reservation”—for -if he had been he would have seen how Mr. Nickerson -got around it. Jonas did not administer -this form of oath, Mr. Nickerson had a “mental -reservation” that he had some money hidden -but he did not say anything about it. He supposed -that he was living up to the truth.</p> - -<p>“I did not have a cent,” repeated the old -“He could have searched me all over and -not found any. When he asked me if I had -man. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">47</span> -any more concealed somewhere in the bushes, I -found some way to avoid it. It is all right. I -have not lied to him.”</p> - -<p>With a hundred extra dollars in his pocket -Nat thought he was able to buy himself a pair of -shoes when the weather became cold. He bought -them and as we have seen they were taken away -from him and given to Caleb, because Caleb went -to church and Nat did not. He had to wait a -long time before Jonas bought him some foot-wearing -apparel out of some of Mr. Nickerson’s -money, and then he invested in them because he -was fearful that his neighbors would have something -to say about the boy’s condition, going -about in all that sloppy weather with nothing -to wear on his bare feet. This brings us down -to the time when our story begins, when Jonas -got into his wagon and drove toward town and -Nat went to the potato patch to finish picking -and digging and Caleb to the barn to complete -his task of shelling corn.</p> - -<p>We left Mr. Nickerson sitting in company -with Jonas’s wife, bemoaning his loss of tobacco -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">48</span> -and trembling for fear of something he had said -in regard to what he would do with his money in -case he were done with it.</p> - -<p>“I wish I had some money so that I could -give you some of it when I am gone,” whined -the old man. “For I shall not last much -longer.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes you will,” returned Mrs. Keeler. -“You will last many years yet. There is Mr. -Bolton who is almost a hundred years old.”</p> - -<p>“But he gets different treatment from what -I do,” said Mr. Nickerson. “He has tobacco -every day in the week, if he is a mind to ask for -it. And he did not give his son one thousand -dollars to keep him while he lived.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I can’t help that,” said Mrs. Keeler, -with a sigh. “Your money is all gone, at least -Jonas says so, and I don’t see what else you can -do.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t either,” said the old man; and as -he spoke he got upon his feet and staggered toward -the door. “Thank goodness I have a little -money left,” he added to himself. “I must go -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">49</span> -and get me some tobacco. I have to be all by -myself when Jonas is here, or else he would see -me chewing it and would want to know where I -got it. I hate to be so sly about everything I do.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Nickerson left the house without any hat -on, he was so wrapped up in his troubles that he -forgot that he had a hat, and tottered toward the -barn where Caleb was at work shelling corn. -Caleb looked up when he heard his footsteps but -when he saw who it was he went on with his -work, paying no heed to him. The old man -went by and just then an idea occurred to Caleb.</p> - -<p>“I wonder if old Nickerson is going after -some tobacco?” said he, laying down his ear of -corn and rising hastily to his feet. “He thinks -I am blind and Nat does, too; but I have seen -him chewing tobacco plenty of times when he has -asked father to get him some and he would not -do it. I guess I’ll keep an eye on him.”</p> - -<p>That was easy enough to do, for Mr. Nickerson -did not pay much attention to what was going -on near him. He stepped hastily out of the barn -and followed along after him until he saw him -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">50</span> -enter the little clump of bushes at the lower end -of the potato patch. He did not dare go any -farther for fear the rustling of the bushes would -attract the old man’s attention, but kept on -around the clump until he reached a place where -he could see the whole of the field without being -seen himself. Mr. Nickerson presently appeared, -kept on to a certain fence corner in which he -was lost to view.</p> - -<p>“Dog-gone my buttons! He has got some -money there,” whispered Caleb, so excited that -he could scarcely stand still. “If he hasn’t got -money he has some tobacco, and I will just take it -when he goes.”</p> - -<p>While he was wondering how he was going -to work to find out what Mr. Nickerson had found -there, he cast his eyes toward the upper end of -the field and saw that Nat had ceased his work, -was standing with his hands resting on his hips -and closely watching Mr. Nickerson. He made -no attempt to stop him, and according to Caleb’s -way of looking at it, that was all the evidence he -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">51</span> -wanted to prove that Nat was in some way interested -in what was hidden there.</p> - -<p>“Now what is to be done?” said Caleb to -himself. “Nat must know what is concealed -there. I declare I have two fellows to fight -now.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">52</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>A Keepsake.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">Caleb</span> stood and thought about it. He -could not go to the fence corner where the -old man was while Nat was in plain sight, -and he must think up some way of getting him -away from there. It is true that he might have -waited until darkness came to conceal his movements, -but Caleb was a boy who did not believe -in doing business that way. He wanted to find -out what was in that fence corner, and he must -find it out now. He could not afford to wait -until night came.</p> - -<p>“You must come away from there, Mister -Nat,” said he, as he crouched down behind the -bushes and made his way toward the house. -“You must come away in five minutes, for I am -not going to run any risk of your slipping up and -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">53</span> -hiding that thing, whatever it is, that the old -man has found.”</p> - -<p>In a few minutes he reached the house and -went directly to the water-pail in order to quench -his thirst; but there was no water there.</p> - -<p>“Mother, send Nat down to the branch after -some water,” said he.</p> - -<p>“Suppose you go yourself,” was the reply. -“Nat is busy digging potatoes.”</p> - -<p>“I can’t go. I am busy getting that corn -ready for pap to take to mill tomorrow. I am -so thirsty I can’t speak the truth. Nat can go -as well as not.”</p> - -<p>“Bessie, go out and call Nat to get some -water,” said Mrs. Keeler. “I suppose he will -have to go.”</p> - -<p>Bessie went, and as soon as she was clear of -the house Caleb bent his steps toward the barn -and from the barn to the bushes, where he arrived -just in time to see Mr. Nickerson come out -of the fence corner, biting a plug of tobacco as -he came.</p> - -<p>“That’s all the tobacco you will get out of -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">54</span> -that pile,” chuckled Caleb, as he rubbed his -hands together. “I will take it all and give it -to pap.”</p> - -<p>Presently Bessie was heard calling Nat. -The latter threw his hoe spitefully down and -went to obey the order, and as soon as he was -out of sight Caleb arose from the bushes and ran -for the fence corner. He had taken particular -pains to mark the corner, and in fact there was -little need of it, for the old man’s marks were -plainly visible there. He found the leaves raked -to one side, a little hollow exposed but there -was nothing in it. Caleb threw himself on his -knees and made the cavity larger, but there was -not a thing that rewarded his search.</p> - -<p>“There was just one plug of tobacco left and -he got it,” said Caleb, who was very much disappointed. -“And there’s no money in it either. -Now had I better tell pap or not? There is a -heap of skirmishing going on here, the first thing -you know, and if I keep watch perhaps I can -find some money. I guess I’ll think about that -for awhile.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">55</span></p> - -<p>Being anxious to reach the cover of the -bushes before Nat should return, Caleb did not -stop long in the fence corner, but made all haste -to get out of sight. And he was none too soon. -The bushes had hardly closed up behind him before -Nat came into view.</p> - -<p>When darkness came the boys began to do -their chores and Jonas returned from town. -One could always tell Jonas when he was half a -mile away because he shouted at his horses as -though they were hard of hearing. Mr. Nickerson -heard him coming and went down to the -barn to meet him.</p> - -<p>“Did you get any tobacco for me, Jonas?” -said he, in a whining voice which had of late -years become habitual with him.</p> - -<p>“No, I did not,” roared Jonas. “You won’t -tell me where your money is, and you can go -without tobacco. I wish there was something -else you liked as well as you do that weed, and -I would shut down on that too.”</p> - -<p>“I shall not be with you long,” began Mr. -Nickerson. “I feel that I am going—” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">56</span></p> - -<p>“Aw! Get along with, that,” interrupted -Jonas, who hung one of his harnesses on its peg -and then turned savagely upon the speaker. -“You have always got something the matter with -you when you don’t get any tobacco.”</p> - -<p>“I have a keepsake for you up at the house,” -continued the old man. “If you will come up -there when you get through I will give it to you.”</p> - -<p>Jonas began to prick up his ears at this. He -wished now that he had brought the old gentleman -some tobacco; but as he had not done it, he -made all haste to smooth matters over as well -as he could.</p> - -<p>“I didn’t mean anything, Mr. Nickerson,” -said he, coming forward to shake him by the -hand. “But I met with a heap of bother while -I was down town to-day, and I absolutely forgot -all about your tobacco. Never mind; I will send -Nat down after it.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you. Thank you,” said the old -man. “It will be a heap of comfort to me. You -don’t know how long the time seems without it.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I know. I like a smoke pretty well, -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">57</span> -and I would not give it up to please anybody. -Now you run along to the house and in a few -minutes I will be there. A keepsake,” he muttered -to himself. “It is money, I know. I believe -I took the right course when I shut down on -that man’s weed.”</p> - -<p>It was astonishing what that word “keepsake” -made in Jonas’s feelings. He had but two -expressions which came to his face—the smile -and the frown. No one to have seen him as he -finished putting out his team, would have thought -that a frown ever came on his countenance. He -was all smiles, and once or twice he forgot himself -so as to try to strike up a whistle. This attracted -the attention of Caleb who was amazed at -it.</p> - -<p>“What’s the matter with you, pap?” said he.</p> - -<p>“There is nothing the matter with me,” replied -Jonas, cheerfully. “When a man does -right he always feels happy. That’s the kind -of opinion you want to grow up with. If you -make everybody around you jovial, of course you -are jovial yourself.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">58</span></p> - -<p>“Are you happy because you didn’t get the -old man what he wanted?” continued Caleb, who -would have given everything he had to know -what had brought about that wonderful change -in his father’s appearance. Caleb knew that he -could bring the frown back to his face in short -order. He had but to mention that the old man -had a plug of tobacco in his pocket, and that he -had seen him dig it out of the fence corner; but -something told him that he had better keep quiet. -He was going to keep close watch of Nat and Mr. -Nickerson now—he did not know how he was -going to do it, for he kept close watch of them -already—and perhaps they would lead him to the -place where they had concealed some money.</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir, that is a point that I want you to -remember all your life,” Jonas went on. “I forgot -all about Mr. Nickerson’s tobacco, and that -was the reason I didn’t bring it. But I will make -up for it after supper. Have you milked, Caleb? -Then pick up your pail and let’s go up to the -house. A keepsake,” Jonas kept saying to himself, -as he walked along. “He knows that I want -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">59</span> -money worse than anything else, and that was -what he meant. The idea that he should keep -money in that house so long, and I was looking -everywhere for it!”</p> - -<p>Jonas was in a hurry, anybody could have -seen that and he kept Caleb in a trot to keep -pace with him. When he opened the door he -greeted his wife with a cheerful “hello!” and -picked up his youngest child and kissed him. -Mrs. Keeler was as much amazed at his actions -as Caleb was. She stood in the middle of the -floor with her arms down by her side and her -mouth open, seemingly at a loss to comprehend -his movements.</p> - -<p>“Now, then, where is Mr. Nickerson?” said -Jonas, pulling an empty chair toward him.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Nickerson,” said Caleb to himself. -“There is something in the wind there. He never -called him Mr. Nickerson before unless he had -something to make out of him. He was always -‘that old man’ or ‘that inspired idiot’ when he -wanted him to do errands for him. What’s up, -I wonder?” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">60</span></p> - -<p>“I forgot all about his tobacco,” said Jonas, -seating himself and repeating what he had said -to Caleb. “I had a heap of trouble down town, -but I will send Nat down after it as soon as we -get a bite to eat. Ah, Mr. Nickerson, you are -on hand, I see. What’s this?”</p> - -<p>The old man had in his hand the “keepsake” -which he intended to give to Jonas. It was a -book bound in cloth. It had been well-read evidently, -for some of the leaves were loose and one -cover was nearly off. But the leaves were all -there, and there was <i>something</i> in it that Jonas -did not know anything about; if he had known -it he would have received it very differently.</p> - -<p>“What is that?” asked Jonas.</p> - -<p>“It is the keepsake I promised you,” said -Mr. Nickerson. “Take it, read every word of -it and you will find something in it before you -get through that will make you open your eyes -and bless your lucky stars that you have been so -good to me.”</p> - -<p>Jonas took the book and ran his thumb over -the leaves. He turned the back of the book toward -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">61</span> -him and read the name “Baxter’s Saints’ -Rest” on it in gilt type. The expression of intense -disgust that came upon his face when he -looked at the book set Caleb to snickering, and -even Nat, who was leaning against the door post -a little distance away, smiled in spite of himself.</p> - -<p>“And is this the only keepsake you have got -to give me?” shouted Jonas.</p> - -<p>“It is the only one,” said Mr. Nickerson. -“Read it carefully, every word of it, and you -will thank me for giving it to you.”</p> - -<p>“Where’s the money?” exclaimed Jonas, -who could not get that thing out of his mind.</p> - -<p>“You have got all the money I have to give -you. I gave you a thousand dollars—”</p> - -<p>Jonas became furious all on a sudden. With -a muttered exclamation under his breath, he -drew back the book with the intention of throwing -at the old man’s head; but he stayed his hand -in time. Then he turned it upon Caleb; but -the boy had rushed out of the door and was safe. -But Nat stood there, he had not moved at all, and -instantly the book left Jonas’s hand and flew with -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">62</span> -terrific force at the boy’s head. It struck the -door post and bounded out of doors, and Nat -slowly straightened up and went after it. It was -a work of some difficulty to pick it up, for the -leaves were scattered in every direction, but Nat -got it done at last and went away with it.</p> - -<p>“Jonas, Jonas, you will be sorry for that,” -said Mr. Nickerson, who covered his face with -his hands.</p> - -<p>“Get out of here! Get out, you inspired -idiot!” roared Jonas, striding up and down the -cabin as if he were demented. “Don’t you dare -come into this house again.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, father!” exclaimed Mrs. Keeler.</p> - -<p>“Shut up your yawp, old woman,” said Jonas, -turning upon her. “That was the keepsake -he had to give to me, was it? I thought it was -money, dog-gone it, and here he comes and presents -me with a <i>book</i>! He shan’t stay in my -house no longer.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Nickerson went out and tottered to the -barn, and when Nat found him there a few minutes -later he was doubled up with his elbows on -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">63</span> -his knees, but his jaws were working vigorously. -If there was nothing else which could comfort -him, he found it in his tobacco.</p> - -<p>“Here’s your book, Mr. Nickerson,” said -Nat, who, if he had been big enough, would have -resented the way the old man had been treated. -“Shall I take it back and put it among your -things?”</p> - -<p>“No; never mind that now. Jonas has told -me that I can not go into his house again, and he -may rest assured that I will never do it.”</p> - -<p>“He did not mean what he said,” exclaimed -Nat. “He is all over his passion by this time.”</p> - -<p>“It is too late. He will never see a cent of -my money. Did you put those leaves all in -just as you found them?”</p> - -<p>“I tried, but I reckon I did not succeed very -well.”</p> - -<p>“Did you find anything that did not belong -there?”</p> - -<p>“I found two leaves that were pasted together,” -said Nat, and he grew excited at once -when he saw the expression that came upon Mr. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">64</span> -Nickerson’s face. “Did you know about those -two leaves?”</p> - -<p>“Have you brought them with you?”</p> - -<p>“I have. I would have left the whole book -behind before I would them, for I knew they -meant something,” said Nat, producing them -from his pocket the leaves of which he had spoken. -“Now, by holding it up to the light this -way,” he added, “in order to see what was in -them, I can see through the leaves, and I can see -a third piece of paper in there.”</p> - -<p>“Yes; and there is something on that paper, -too,” said the old man rising to his feet and going -toward the door. “We must first make sure -that there is nobody coming; for you have a fortune -right there in your hands.”</p> - -<p>“A fortune?” gasped Nat.</p> - -<p>“It was the money I had in the bank at the -time the war broke out,” said Mr. Nickerson, -who, having looked up and down the place and -toward the house to satisfy himself that he and -Nat were safe from intrusion, returned to his -seat. “It is all in gold, too.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">65</span></p> - -<p>“How-how much is there of it?” said Nat, -who did not know whether to believe the story or -not.</p> - -<p>“As much as three or four thousand dollars; -perhaps more; I did not count it. You see -I drew this money at different times, and as fast -as I got it, I hid it. When the rebels came there -and took me away, they searched the house high -and low for some money that they supposed I -had, but it was not in the house; It was out in -the field. You see this black line?” he continued, -taking the two leaves and pointing with his shivering -finger to one of the marks on the inclosed -paper. “By the way, you don’t want to take -this out until you are already to go to work, -for fear that somebody may steal it from you. -Well, you go to the house—”</p> - -<p>“But how can I tell where it is?” cried Nat. -“Those men cleaned you out. They thought -they would get something by doing that.”</p> - -<p>“They didn’t, so they might as well have -left me my house. However, it don’t matter -much now. I shall never live in it again. You -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">66</span> -can tell where the house stood, even if it isn’t -there now, can’t you? You go to the corner of -that house nearest the woods, hold this paper -before you and follow as straight a course as you -can down the hill and across the break until you -come to a brier patch. It is made up entirely of -briers, for I cut them down and put them there. -Then leave that to your right and go thirty yards -and you will strike a stone, as big as you can lift, -which does not look as though it had ever been -touched. But it has been, and you can pry it -up if you want to. When you get that stone -out of its place, you dig down about two feet, and -there you will find it.”</p> - -<p>Nat listened with all his ears, but there was -one thing that did not look right about it: The -old man talked about the place and the way to -find it as though there had never been anything -the matter with him at all. If there was something -wrong about his mind, Nat failed to see -what it was. He talked as though he were reading -from a book.</p> - -<p>“But what makes you give all this to me?” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">67</span> -said Nat at length. “You don’t act as though -you had any interest in it at all.”</p> - -<p>“I am not going to last long, and I know it,” -said Mr. Nickerson. “I have neither kith nor -kin in this land, or in any other so far as I know, -and since Jonas does not want the money, why -you can have it. I know enough about law to -know that there is nobody can take it away from -you. If you could, I say if you could without too -much trouble, call and see Jonas’s wife after you -get the money, and give her one thousand dollars, -I could rest easy. Could you do that much -for me?”</p> - -<p>“Of course I can. I will give it all to her -if you say so.”</p> - -<p>“No, I don’t want you to do that. I know -you would give it all to her, because you are -an honest boy. You have been good to me during -the years I have been here, never had anything -cross to say to me, you don’t like Jonas, -and neither do I. Mandy has been good to me, -too, but you see if I give her this money Jonas -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">68</span> -will have a chance to take it. I don’t want him -to see a cent of it.”</p> - -<p>“But Mr. Nickerson, what was your object -in pasting your description in the book this way? -The book might have been stolen.”</p> - -<p>“But it was not stolen. As many as fifty -soldiers, Union and Confederate, have had that -book in their hands, and when they came to turn -it up and see what the title was, they threw it -aside. No soldier wants to read a book like that. -It is growing late and I must lie down somewhere.”</p> - -<p>“Come into my room and turn into my -bunk,” said Nat. “You will sleep well there.”</p> - -<p>“Jonas has turned me out of his house and -I am going to stay out,” said Mr. Nickerson, -with more spirit than he usually exhibited. “I -will lie down here and die in his barn.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t talk that way, Mr. Nickerson,” said -Nat; and some way or other he could not get it -out of his head that the old man was in earnest. -“If you are going to stay here I will go up and -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">69</span> -get a couple of blankets and a pillow for you. -I will see you all right in the morning.”</p> - -<p>He laid the book beside the old man, folded -up the two leaves and put them into his pocket -and hurried toward the house. Somehow he -did not feel exactly right about Mr. Nickerson. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">70</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>Jonas Tries to Make Amends.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">It</span> is hard to tell what Jonas Keeler’s feelings -were as he paced back and forth in -his narrow cabin, his eyes flashing, his -hands clenched and his lips framing to himself -words that he dared not utter aloud. He was -disappointed—sorely disappointed because Mr. -Nickerson, who knew that he wanted money, that -he thought of nothing else, had presumed to present -him a book for a keepsake. Sometimes -he felt so angry at him that he had half -a mind to go out, find the old man and throw -him over the bars. His wife said nothing for -some minutes, but seeing that Jonas was getting -madder instead of better natured, she ventured -to put in a word or two.</p> - -<p>“Father, you didn’t do right in talking to -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">71</span> -the old man the way you did,” said she, hardly -knowing how her words would be received.</p> - -<p>“The old fool!” hissed Jonas, throwing his -hat into one corner and burying both of his hands -in his hair. “What did he want to give me a -book for when he knows how badly I need money? -I am sorry that I was so good natured with him -afterward.”</p> - -<p>“But father, there was something in the -book,” continued Mrs. Keeler, a sudden idea occurring -to her.</p> - -<p>Jonas stopped quickly and faced her, a queer -expression on his face.</p> - -<p>“There may have been something in the -book that told you where his money was. That -is if he has got any money; which I don’t believe.”</p> - -<p>Jonas began to see the matter in a different -light now. He pulled a chair close to his wife’s -side and sat down in it.</p> - -<p>“Do you think there was money in the -book?” he almost whispered.</p> - -<p>“No, I don’t. You threw the book with -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">72</span> -force enough to tear it all to pieces; but there -may have been a paper or something else in the -leaves which told where his money was hidden. -But between you and me, I would not put the -least faith in it.”</p> - -<p>“Why wouldn’t you?”</p> - -<p>“Because the old gentleman is not in his -right mind. You have talked about money, -money and nothing but money ever since he has -been here, and you have finally got him in the -way of believing that he has some.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I don’t know about that. The old -fellow talks plainly enough sometimes, and then -again he rattles on and you can’t make head or -tail of what he says. But I wonder if there was -anything in that book? If there was anything -there, it must have been put in years ago, when -the old man was right in his top story.”</p> - -<p>“It would not do any harm for you to find -out. You can tell him that you did not mean -anything by what you had said—”</p> - -<p>“That depends upon whether I do or not,” -said Jonas hastily. “I will wait until I see what -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">73</span> -is in that book first. If there is a plan in there -which tells where to go to find the money, but -you say he hasn’t got any, why then I will be -kinder good natured with him; but if there is -nothing there, he can just keep out of my house; -and that’s all there is about it.”</p> - -<p>Jonas thought that by this time Mr. Nickerson -had gone to bed, so he went out and started -toward a little lean-to, it could scarcely have -been called any thing better, which was the place -where the old man slept. There were leaks in -the roof and sundry cracks through which the -severe winds could seek entrance, but that was -not the kind of sleeping place Jonas had in the -cabin. There everything was tight, and there -were a few articles of furniture scattered around, -such as a table and chairs and a wash stand. In -place of a shake-down he had a regular bed-stead -and the blankets and quilts on it were abundant -to keep him warm in the coldest weather. It was -dark in the lean-to, but Jonas knew the way. He -groped his way up to the shake-down but there -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">74</span> -was nobody in it. In fact the bed had not been -slept in at all.</p> - -<p>“By George! I reckon the old fool took me -at my word,” said Jonas, as he turned toward the -door. “I did not think the fellow had so much -pluck. I wonder where he is!”</p> - -<p>He bent his steps this time toward the lean-to -which Nat called his room. It was a little -better than Mr. Nickerson’s and but a very little -better. It was tight but there was no furniture -in it; the dirt floor did duty as chairs and washstand. -Whenever Nat got up in the morning and -desired to perform his ablutions, there was the -branch handy, and it was but little trouble to go -down there. It was dark in here, too, but a -slight feeling among the bed clothes showed Jonas -that somebody had been there. The pillow -was gone, and so were the quilts that Nat usually -spread over him.</p> - -<p>“This beats my time all hollow,” said Jonas, -pulling off his hat and wiping his forehead. “If -he should go out among the neighbors—but then -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">75</span> -he can’t have gone that far. Nat is going to -make him up a bed somewhere.”</p> - -<p>Jonas’s next trip was to the barn, and there -he found Mr. Nickerson stretched out on a rude -bed which Nat had made for him, and a lighted -lantern throwing a dim light over the scene. -Jonas first impulse was to find out what had become -of that book. It was there, lying on the -pillow close beside Mr. Nickerson’s head. Nat -was seated on the floor a little ways from him, -but he did not say anything when Jonas came in.</p> - -<p>“Hello!” said the new-comer, with an attempt -to appear cheerful. “What you laying -down out here for? Why don’t you get up and -go to your own room?”</p> - -<p>“You have told me once that I need not come -into your house any more,” said the old man, -in his usual whining tone, “and I am going to -take you at your word. I shall never go into -your house again.”</p> - -<p>“Shaw!” said Jonas, with a sorry effort -at a laugh. “You didn’t pay any attention to -what I said, do you? If I had brought your tobacco -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">76</span> -you would be all right now; but I was -bothered so with a heap of things that happened -while I was down town, that I forgot all about it. -I didn’t mean nothing. Is this the book you were -going to give me for a keepsake!”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes, that’s the one.”</p> - -<p>“What does it say in it?” continued Jonas; -and Nat could see that he was turning over the -leaves very carefully.</p> - -<p>“I wanted you to read it all, every word of -it, and perhaps it would have done you some -good.”</p> - -<p>“Well, get up and go into the house. The -old woman has got some hot tea left for you, and -you will sleep better there than you will here. -Have you got a programme, or whatever -you call it, so that I can find where your money is -hidden!”</p> - -<p>“No, there is nothing of the kind there,” -said Mr. Nickerson, with a movement which -showed plainly that he wished Jonas would go -away. “There is nothing but reading in the -book.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">77</span></p> - -<p>Jonas was getting angry again. Nat could -see that by the looks of his face.</p> - -<p>“Are you sure there is nothing in it?” he -asked, in a voice which trembled in spite of himself.</p> - -<p>“Not a thing. You can examine it and see -for yourself. I shall not last long—”</p> - -<p>“I don’t want to hear no such talk as that. -You will last longer than I will, I bet you. Nat, -have you got any of this book stowed away -about your good clothes?”</p> - -<p>“No, sir, I have not,” answered Nat, rising -to his feet. “You can search me and see.”</p> - -<p>Nat was perfectly safe in making this proposition. -We said he had put those two leaves into -his pocket; so he did; but he had taken pains -to conceal them since. In a remote corner of the -barn were some corn huskings which Caleb had -left there as he was working at the grain to be -taken to the mill. Underneath that pile were -the two leaves that Jonas wanted to find.</p> - -<p>“That’s the way you always serve me when -you think I have got anything you want,” said -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">78</span> -Nat boldly. “You took a quarter away from -me that I had left after buying my shoes, and -I haven’t seen it since.”</p> - -<p>“Of course I did. It was the properest -thing that I should have the handling of all your -money; but any more such talk as that will bring -the switch down on your shoulders in good shape. -You hear me? There’s nothing but reading in -this book, you say old man?”</p> - -<p>“That’s all, and you would not have it when -I offered it to you. I gave you a thousand dollars -which you promised—”</p> - -<p>“Aw! shut up about that,” said Jonas, rising -to his feet; for in order to hold conversation -with Mr. Nickerson he had kneeled down by his -side. “There’s nothing in here that tells about -the money?”</p> - -<p>“No, no, there is nothing of that kind, I -have not got any money. I am a poor, feeble old -man and shall not last long—”</p> - -<p>“I will bet you won’t,” roared Jonas, livid -with rage and shaking his fist in the old man’s -face. “You won’t get a bite of anything to eat -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">79</span> -until you tell me where that money is; you hear -me?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t expect it; I never have expected it. -I shall die before morning—”</p> - -<p>Jonas did not wait to hear any more, nor did -he say anything further about Mr. Nickerson -getting up and going to his own room. He did -stop long enough to throw the book at Nat, but -Nat was on the alert and the missive did not -touch him. It ruined the book so far as reading -was concerned. The remaining leaves were torn -out of it and scattered all over the floor, and it -was useless for anybody to think of putting them -together again.</p> - -<p>“Thank goodness, he has gone at last,” said -Mr. Nickerson, with a long drawn sigh of relief. -“I expected he would come here.”</p> - -<p>“So did I; and I took my leaves and hid -them under this pile of corn,” said Nat. “Now -I wish there was something else that I could do -for you.”</p> - -<p>“There is nothing, nothing. I shall not be -here much longer to bother him, but he will think -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">80</span> -of me when I am gone. Nat, you must try to get -that money. Don’t you let anybody see that -paper. Hide it carefully so that no one can find -it. Good night. I want to sleep now. Come in -in the morning and see me.”</p> - -<p>“I will do it,” said Nat getting upon his -feet and shaking the old man cordially by the -hand. “I shall not wait until morning, either. -You may want something or other during the -night.”</p> - -<p>Nat went away feeling heavy hearted over -what had just occurred. Something, he did not -know what told him that the old man would -never live to see the sun rise again. He felt -guilty in going away from him, but Mr. Nickerson -had requested it and he did not see what -else there was to be done.</p> - -<p>“I won’t take my clothes off at all when I -lie down,” said Nat, going into his lean-to and -shutting the door behind him. “And to think -that I am rich and going to be rich through his -death! I wish the old man was in perfect health -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">81</span> -and was going off with me. I would make his -life be as peaceable as I knew how.”</p> - -<p>Nat’s brain was so upset with all that had -happened that he could not think very readily, -but he did not ponder upon anything so much -as he did upon what the old gentleman had said -to Jonas: “I shall die before morning.” That -was bringing the matter pretty close to him, and -he resolved that he would not go to sleep at all; -but his work with the potatoes had wearied him, -and almost before he knew it he was in the land -of dreams. He awoke with a start and it was -broad day-light. To roll off his shake-down, -seize his hat and make his way to the barn was -the work of a very few minutes. Everything -seemed quiet and still there. With cautious -haste he opened the door and saw Mr. Nickerson -lying on his shake-down just as he left him the -night before. He wanted to say something to -him but he did not dare. He drew a step closer -and one look was enough. With frantic speed he -ran to the house, pushed open the door and seized -Jonas by the shoulder. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">82</span></p> - -<p>“Wake up, here,” he said, in a trembling -voice. “The old man has bothered you for the -last time. He is dead.”</p> - -<p>Jonas was a sound sleeper and it was a hard -task to awaken him; but there was something so -thrilling in Nat’s words that he was on his feet -in an instant. He looked at the boy as though he -did not know what he meant.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Nickerson lies dead down in your -barn,” said Nat, earnestly. “He told you last -night that he would die before morning, and sure -enough he has.”</p> - -<p>“Why-I-You don’t mean it!” exclaimed -Jonas, his eyes wide with excitement.</p> - -<p>“Don’t stop to talk, Jonas,” said Mrs. Keeler -nervously. “Did you see him, Nat?”</p> - -<p>“I have just come from there.”</p> - -<p>“Then go along and see if you can do something,” -urged his wife. “Maybe he ain’t dead.”</p> - -<p>Jonas had by this time hurriedly put his -clothes on, and he led the way to the barn with -top speed, stopping only to call Caleb on the way. -Everything was as Nat had left it the night -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">83</span> -before. There was “Baxter’s Saints’ Rest” -with the leaves all torn out of it, lying by the dead -man’s head, and it seemed as though the old man -had not moved a finger since Nat bade him good -night.</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, he has gone up,” said Jonas; -and Nat looked to see some little twinge of remorse -in his tones. But there was not a particle -that he could see, not even an expression of regret.</p> - -<p>“Yes, he is gone, and now what remains for -us to do? We can’t let him lie here,” said Nat, -as he looked at the withered form of the old man.</p> - -<p>“Say, Nat, don’t you say any thing about -his being out here where the neighbors can hear -it,” said Jonas, with a scowl, pulling Nat up close -to him and whispering the words in his ear. “If -you do, remember that switch.”</p> - -<p>“I am not at all afraid of your whipping -me,” said Nat, wrenching his arm out of Jonas’s -grasp. “You have done that for the last time. -You had better make arrangements to do something -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">84</span> -with Mr. Nickerson’s body, if you are going -to.”</p> - -<p>Jonas stood and looked at Nat as if he could -scarcely believe his ears. The rebellion, which -he had been working up for so long, had come -suddenly and promptly, too, and the man was -afraid of it. What was Nat going to do? There -was but one thing that came up in Jonas’ mind -and that was money. It dawned upon him that -Mr. Nickerson had possibly taken the boy into -his confidence and Jonas saw that if such were -the case he must keep quiet in order to find out -what it was.</p> - -<p>“I don’t mean to harm you, Natty,” said he, -but his looks certainly belied him, “but you can -see for yourself how the neighbors will talk if -they find out that the old man had been sleeping -in my barn.”</p> - -<p>“I understand all about that,” said Nat. -“You need not fear of my saying any thing. You -had better shut up Caleb’s mouth if you want the -thing kept secret.”</p> - -<p>Jonas evidently thought so too. He took -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">85</span> -Caleb off on one side and held a very earnest conversation -with him, and after this, with Mrs. -Keeler’s help, who came down to the barn as -soon as she was fairly dressed, they made out to -carry the old man’s body up to the house and lay -it on Jonas’s bed. Nobody passed along the -road while they were doing it. When the neighbors -came there they would think that Mr. Nickerson -had died in that room; they would not -think of the barn at all. When this much had -been done Nat was sent off post haste on a mule -for the doctor, and Caleb was commanded to go -around to those who lived close by and tell them -of the bereavement that had come upon the house -of Jonas Keeler during the night. After that -Jonas seated himself upon a chair in the cabin, -folded his arms, dropped his chin upon his breast -and waited for the neighbors to come.</p> - -<p>After that each one had his particular duties -to perform, though the neighbors did the most of -it. Jonas was too weak and dispirited to do any -thing, even to doing the chores, and left it all to -Caleb, who went about wondering if the old -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">86</span> -man’s taking off was going to work any change -in his circumstances. Nat’s first care was to -find the two leaves that were pasted together and -hide them where there was no possibility of any -body’s hunting them out. Then he settled down -to think about his future. Mr. Nickerson was -gone, and what had he to keep him longer under -Jonas’s roof? He had seventy-five dollars in -money, he had kept a strict account of that, and -what was there to hinder him from going down -to Manchester and making an effort to enrich -himself? It required long study, but by the time -the funeral was over Nat had decided upon his -course. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">87</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>Nat Sees a Friend.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">“There’s</span> just this much about it,” said -Nat, when Mr. Nickerson had been laid -away in a little grove of evergreens behind -the barn, and the neighbors had gone home -one after the other and the family had returned -to the house, “it is going to be something of a -job for me to go down there and get that money. -In the first place there is Jonas, who will be furious -when he finds that I have run away from -home, especially if he thinks I am going to make -something by it. He will follow me night and -day, and I can’t make a move of any sort without -he will see it. Then he will bring me home and -won’t I ketch it, though?”</p> - -<p>This bothered Nat more than any thing else. -He wanted some little time to think seriously -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">88</span> -about the way to beat Jonas at his own game, and -went into the barn, drew a milk-stool to the -threshold so that he could see anybody that approached -him from the house and sat down to go -over the points again.</p> - -<p>“I have got to have help,” thought Nat, -“and there is only one boy in the settlement that -I can trust; and when it comes to that, I can’t -trust him, either. He is a lazy, good-for-nothing -fellow, and worse than all, I dare not tell him -what I am looking after. I must go it alone if I -can; but if I find that I can’t do it, I must see -Peleg Graves about it.”</p> - -<p>Come to look at the matter Nat was in bad -straits, and that was a fact. Of course there -were plenty of boys he could have got to assist -him, but the trouble was he did not know any of -them. He and Caleb were much alike in this respect. -The families around them were a little -better off than they were, nobody liked Jonas on -account of his shiftless ways, and his boys, Nat -and Caleb, had been brought up to follow very -much in his footsteps, and his bad example had a -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">89</span> -deteriorating effect on their character—they were -like dogs without a master. That was the way -Nat looked at it, and it was the source of infinite -annoyance to him.</p> - -<p>“Whenever I go down town I can just go -alone,” Nat had often said to himself. “All the -boys there have their friends who are glad to see -them. It is ‘Hello, Jim!’ or ‘Hello, Tom!’ here -and there and everywhere; but if any one looks at -me he seems to say: ‘What you doing here, Nat? -You have not any business to come to town.’ -And I have more money to spend than any of -them. But Peleg has never been that way. He -has always seemed glad to see me, but I think the -candy I was eating had something to do with it.”</p> - -<p>After long reflection Nat finally made up his -mind that he would call upon Peleg and see what -he had to say about it; but there was -one thing on which he was fully resolved: He -would not let Peleg know what they were searching -for until they found the money. He was not -going to stay about Jonas’s house any longer—that -was another thing that he had decided upon; -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">90</span> -and something happened just then to make him -adhere to this decision. The door of the house -opened at this point in his meditations and Caleb -came out. Of course he was very solemn, almost -any body would be if one had died so near him, -but he came along toward Nat as if he had something -on his mind.</p> - -<p>“Well, Nat, your friend has gone at last,” -said he, by way of beginning the conversation.</p> - -<p>“That is a fact. He was the only friend I -had about the house.”</p> - -<p>“You will not have any more money to buy -tobacco for him, will you?” asked Caleb. “What -are you going to do?”</p> - -<p>“How did I get any money to buy any tobacco -for him?” inquired Nat. That was just -what Nat had been doing for a number of years, -but how did Caleb find it out?</p> - -<p>“Oh, you can’t fool me,” said Caleb, with a -laugh. “I saw him go into the fence corner the -day before he died and take a plug of tobacco out -of there. I did not say any thing to pap about it, -for I did not know but it was some secret business -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">91</span> -that you and old man Nickerson had. I did -not want to go back on you—”</p> - -<p>“If he found any tobacco there he must have -got it himself,” said Nat, for he did not care to -listen any more to the falsehoods Caleb was about -to utter. “I don’t know any thing about it.”</p> - -<p>“Aw, now, what is the use of fooling in that -way? I would like to know how Mr. Nickerson -could have got any tobacco for himself. He has -not been to town in two years to my certain -knowledge. You got it the last time you were -there and stowed it away where he could find it.”</p> - -<p>Nat was amazed at this revelation. In spite -of all his cunning Caleb had succeeded in getting -upon his secret at last. If the latter told his -father of it he would feel the switch sure enough; -that is if he stayed about the premises. Without -making any reply he picked up his stool, moved -it back where it belonged and made ready to -walk out of the barn.</p> - -<p>“You see I am on to those little tricks of -yours,” said Caleb. “Don’t go yet for I have -something to say to you. Now I will tell you -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">92</span> -this to begin with, Nat Wood: You know where -Mr. Nickerson had the rest of that money hidden.”</p> - -<p>“What money?” asked Nat, innocently.</p> - -<p>“The money he had hidden when he came -here,” Caleb almost shouted, doubling up his fists -as though he had more than half a mind to strike -Nat for professing so much ignorance. “Pap -says you know where it is and he is going to have -it out of you, too.”</p> - -<p>“I will bet you he don’t,” said Nat to himself. -“That money is mine and if I don’t have -it, it can stay there until it rots.”</p> - -<p>“Now I will tell you what we will do, Nat,” -continued Caleb, dropping his threatening manner -and laying his hand patronizingly on Nat’s -shoulder. “Me and you will keep this still from -pap, and go down to Manchester and dig up that -money. Oh man alive, won’t we live high—”</p> - -<p>“You seem to think it, if there is any of it at -all, is in the ground,” interrupted Nat.</p> - -<p>“Where else should it be put? If it is in the -ground no one can stumble on it while he is roaming -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">93</span> -around through the woods. I will go with -you and will start now, if you say so.”</p> - -<p>“Well, if you are going down to Manchester -to look for that money, which I don’t believe is -there, you can go,” said Nat. “But I will stay -here. I am not going to dig around unless I can -make something by it.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, come on now, Nat,” said Caleb, coaxingly. -“You know where it is and I will bet on -it.”</p> - -<p>“If you do bet on it you will lose whatever -you bet. But I have already had my say. I -won’t go down to Manchester with you.”</p> - -<p>“If you don’t go I will tell pap,” said Caleb, -growing angry again.</p> - -<p>“You can run and tell him as soon as you -please. If I could see the money sticking up before -me this minute I would not give you a cent -of it. It does not belong to you.”</p> - -<p>“Then I bet you I am going to tell pap,” -said Caleb, who was so nearly beside himself that -he walked up and down the barn swinging his -hands about his head. “You will get that switch -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">94</span> -over your shoulders before you go to bed tonight. -Whoop-pe! I would not have the licking -you will get for anything.”</p> - -<p>Caleb marched away as if he were afraid he -would forget his errand before he got to the -house, and Nat leaned against the door-post and -watched him. There was one good reason why -Caleb would not tell his father of the tobacco hidden -in the fence corner, and that was the fear that -the switch would be used upon himself. Why -had he not told his father of it when he came from -town? Jonas was in just the right mood to use -that switch then, and he would have beaten Nat -most unmercifully until he got at the full history -of the tobacco money. But Caleb had let it go -for three days now, and perhaps Jonas felt differently -about it. Nat did not know this. He -stood there in the door of the barn waiting for -Jonas to come, but he waited in vain. Nat was -doing some heavy thinking in the meantime, and -he finally concluded that he would go and see -Peleg and have the matter settled before he went -any further. With a parting glance at the house -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">95</span> -he put the bushes that lined the potato patch between -them, broke into a run and in a quarter of -an hour he was at Peleg’s barn. Peleg was there. -He was engaged in getting some corn ready to go -to the mill and he was husking it.</p> - -<p>“Well, Nat, where are you going to find another -friend like Mr. Nickerson was to you?” was -the way he greeted Nat when he came into the -barn.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know,” was Nat’s reply. “I am -left alone in the world. There is nobody who -cares a cent whether I live or die.”</p> - -<p>When Peleg saw what humor Nat was in, -how solemn he talked about the loss of his friend, -he faced about on his seat and looked at him. -Any boy who had been in Nat’s place would have -been satisfied that Peleg could not be trusted, and -would have turned away from him to look elsewhere -for a friend. He was not a bad looking -boy, but he had a kind of sneaking, hang-dog -way with him that did not go far toward making -his friends. But he had friends and that was the -worst of it. It was a sort of policy with Peleg to -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">96</span> -agree to every thing that any body said to him. -He did that with an object, and Nat always -thought that he listened with the intention of -learning something. Perhaps if we follow him -closely we shall see how nearly he drew Nat on -to tell him all about the money and the plans he -had laid for obtaining possession of it.</p> - -<p>“‘Shaw! I would not talk that way,” said -Peleg, throwing an ear of corn into the pile. -“You have got friends enough here. There is -Caleb and Jonas—”</p> - -<p>“I reckon you don’t know what sort of -friends they are to me,” Nat interposed.</p> - -<p>“Well, between I and you, I have often -thought that they might have used you a little better,” -said Peleg, sinking his voice almost to a -whisper. “Jonas uses that switch on you most -too much.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, and he has done that for the last time. -I am not going to stand it any longer.”</p> - -<p>“What are you going to do—run away from -home?”</p> - -<p>“I am going to run away from Jonas. I -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">97</span> -don’t call that my home—I never had one; but I -want to get away and make my own living.”</p> - -<p>“That’s right, my boy; that’s right. You -will make a better living than you do there. Look -at the clothes you wear!”</p> - -<p>“I will have better before long,” said Nat, -crossing one leg over the other when he saw that -Peleg was looking steadily at the huge rent in his -overalls.</p> - -<p>“Say,” whispered Peleg, getting upon his -feet and approaching his face close to Nat’s. -“Did old Nickerson leave you any money? You -need not be afraid to talk to me about that,” he -continued, seeing that Nat looked down at the -ground and hesitated. “They say that the old -man was, or had been, powerful rich, and if he -was a friend to any body in that house he ought -to be to you.”</p> - -<p>“I know he was my friend. He always had -something kind to say to me.”</p> - -<p>“I knew it; I knew it all the time. Say! -Jonas has not used up all that thousand dollars -that the old man gave him?” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">98</span></p> - -<p>“What do you know about that?” asked Nat, -in surprise. “Has Jonas been talking about it?”</p> - -<p>“I won’t say that he has or that he hasn’t,” -said Peleg, with a knowing shake of his head. “I -don’t mind telling you, for I know it won’t go -any further, that I have heard something about -it. You would not expect me to say more without -breaking my word, and that is something I -never do. But I tell you that he has got a heap of -that thousand dollars left.”</p> - -<p>“That’s what I have often thought. Where -has he got it hidden?”</p> - -<p>“That’s another thing I must not tell you, -but I know where, or at least I can come within -a thousand miles of it, where he hides it. You -see I know a heap of things that people don’t -think I do. If you should tell me that you know -where that money is—”</p> - -<p>“But I don’t,” said Nat. “I know where -some of it is—that is the most of his fortune is -concealed.”</p> - -<p>“Aha!” said Peleg while a smile, a very -faint smile which nobody would have noticed, -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">99</span> -overspread his face. He did not give utterance -to this expression but said it to himself, while -Nat himself, always on the lookout for some such -signs, did not know how extremely delighted he -was by it. Peleg was in a fair way to learn all -about it. “If you should tell me where this -money is hidden,” he went on after controlling -himself, “I would die before any one should find -out from me the exact spot. You see the way the -thing works with me is this: If a person tells -you a secret, that is yours to keep. Don’t tell -any body of it; and in a very short time people -will learn that you can be trusted.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know just where this money is,” -said Nat, and he hesitated a long while before -he said the next words. “I know where the papers -are.”</p> - -<p>“What papers!”</p> - -<p>“The papers that tell where the money is -hidden.”</p> - -<p>“Where are they?”</p> - -<p>“I have got them safe and I should like to -see any body find them.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">100</span></p> - -<p>“That’s right; keep them safe,” said Peleg, -although he was much disappointed because the -papers were not instantly produced. “Don’t you -let a living soul into it unless you find some one -to tell the secret to.”</p> - -<p>“I am going down to look those papers up -now,” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“Down where?”</p> - -<p>“Down to Manchester,” replied Nat; whereupon -that same smile came upon Peleg’s face -once more. He was thinking how he was going -to work to get a sight at those papers.</p> - -<p>“It is going to be no easy task to go down -there and find the papers all by myself,” continued -Nat, walking back and forth across the floor -and wondering how in the world he was going to -propose the matter to Peleg. “You see the minute -I go away Jonas will suspect something, and -if there is any point he will go for it will be Manchester.”</p> - -<p>“That’s a fact,” said Peleg, a bright idea -striking him. “And if he found you there your -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">101</span> -chance of digging up the papers would be up -stump. When do you want to go?”</p> - -<p>“I would go now, this very night, if I had -some one to go with me. I would find the money, -if there is any, and go away where I am not -known.”</p> - -<p>“That is just what I would do,” replied -Peleg, with sundry motions of his head which he -thought added emphasis to his words. “Then -nobody can ask you where you got so many -stamps.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t fear for that,” said Nat, hastily. -“I want everybody to know where I got them. I -will get away and put them in the bank; then I -should like to see any body get hold of them.”</p> - -<p>“That’s the idea. When you once get it into -the bank it is safe. You say you want somebody -to help you. That shows you are wise. If there -is any body on top of this broad earth who will -be up to tricks, it is that Jonas Keeler.”</p> - -<p>“There is Caleb,” suggested Nat. “He -won’t come out where any body can see him, but -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">102</span> -he will sneak around in the bushes. Jonas and -Caleb will go together.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, Caleb,” said Peleg, contemptuously. -“Caleb is a fellow to be—Well, I reckon we -would best look out for him too,” he added, for it -suddenly occurred to him that the more persons -Nat had against him the greater need he would -have for somebody to protect him. “If there is -any body can get away with Caleb, I am the one. -There ain’t any scheme that boy is up to that I -can’t see through. I will go halvers with you on -that money, or rather the papers that will tell -where it is hidden, when we get it.”</p> - -<p>“Then you and I can’t hitch,” replied Nat, -surprised at the proposition. “I can not pay any -such sum as that.”</p> - -<p>“What for?” demanded Peleg. “You are -going to make as much as three or four thousand -dollars by it.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know what I will make and I don’t -care. It will be enough to take me away from the -house in which I now live, and that is all I want. -I might as well go home.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">103</span></p> - -<p>“Well, what will you give? Maybe you -think it is fun to go down there and beat Jonas -and Caleb when they are trying to get the money -or the papers away from you? I shall want good -pay for doing that.”</p> - -<p>“I will give you good pay; more than double -what you can make here. I will give you a dollar -a day, payment to begin when we strike Manchester.”</p> - -<p>It was now Peleg’s turn to be astonished. -He stared hard at Nat to see if he was in earnest, -and then went back to his seat and began husking -corn. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">104</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>Mr. Graves Is Astonished</i>.</span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">There</span> were two very badly disappointed -boys in Peleg Graves’s barn that day, and -each one thought that he had good -grounds for it.</p> - -<p>“The little fule!” said Peleg, spitefully -snatching up an ear of com which happened to -be nearest to him. “Here he is, almost rolling in -wealth, and he won’t go halvers with me on that -money. A dollar a day! Well, that is more than -I could get for shucking corn or digging potatoes -these times, and now Peleg, I want to ask you a -question: Did you make a mistake there? I -reckon you did. Suppose he makes a go of it and -finds the papers—‘Shaw! I can see through a -ladder as plain as he can. The papers are the -money; that’s what’s the matter. And suppose -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">105</span> -he finds it with my help, what is there to hinder -me from getting up some dark night and taking -the money—Whoop-pee! Why did not I think -of that?”</p> - -<p>“I reckon I may as well go home, and I am -sorry that I ever came up here,” said Nat to himself, -as he walked listlessly about the barn floor. -“I have put Peleg on his guard now, and he will -make another one that I will have to fight in order -to get that money. Peleg would go halvers with -me on that money! I will give him a dollar a day -and that is every cent I will give him.”</p> - -<p>“Are you off, Nat?” inquired Peleg, facing -around on his stool again.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I might as well,” replied Nat, who -had started for home. “You want altogether too -much for helping me.”</p> - -<p>“Well, now, hold on. Don’t go yet. Maybe -you and I can come to some understanding. You -don’t think it is worth while to watch Jonas and -Caleb, but I tell you—”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I do. But supposing I don’t find the -money? Then I can’t pay you a thing.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">106</span></p> - -<p>“That’s so,” said Peleg, for the thought was -new to him. “I did not think of that. Now see -here; I will tell you how we will fix this thing. -You want me to stay with you until you find the -money, don’t you?”</p> - -<p>“Of course I do,” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“Well, you give me a dollar a day—But hold -on. Have you got any money at all? I had better -know that before we start.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes, I have as much as—as ten dollars, -and I will give you your pay every night.”</p> - -<p>“Where did you get ten dollars?” asked -Peleg, who was very much surprised. “Why -don’t you buy a new pair of overalls?”</p> - -<p>“I have my reasons. They are good ones, -too. Are you going with me or ain’t you? We -have some other little matters to decide, and it is -getting along toward dark.”</p> - -<p>“If you say so we will go tonight,” replied -Peleg, getting upon his feet again.</p> - -<p>“What will you say to your folks?”</p> - -<p>“I will tell them that I am going out after -the cows, or any thing else that I think of. My -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">107</span> -folks won’t trouble us, I will bet on that. But -we have got to have something to eat.”</p> - -<p>“I have thought of that, and I can buy everything -we want in Manchester—every thing except -the meat. You have a gun—”</p> - -<p>“Yes; but we must get some powder and -shot for that. I am all out.”</p> - -<p>“We can do that, too. Now I will tell you -what I have decided upon.”</p> - -<p>The two boys drew closer together and for -fifteen minutes there was some whispering done -between them. At the end of that time it was all -over and the boys departed satisfied—at least one -of them was.</p> - -<p>“I am afraid I made a mistake in coming -here at all,” was what Nat said to himself. “I -ought to have gone on and done the best I could -by myself. Peleg is up to something and he will -bear watching. Do you suppose he means to run -down and tell Jonas about my running away?”</p> - -<p>This thought created consternation in Nat’s -mind and he faced about and looked at the barn -in which he had left Peleg. But if the truth must -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">108</span> -be told, Peleg had no intention of going near -Jonas. He was too sharp to throw away the easy -means he had of making a fortune by doing that. -When Nat went away he leaned against the hay-mow, -or rather the place where it would have -been if there had been any hay there, and broke -into a silent but hearty fit of merriment.</p> - -<p>“Peleg, the thing you have often wanted has -come to you at last,” he whispered, walking to -the door and peeping slyly out to see if Nat had -really gone. “Your fortune has come to you at -last. Now what be I going to do; for I must get -away from here as soon as it comes dark. In the -first place I will go in and tell pap about it.”</p> - -<p>Peleg hurried to the house without taking -pains to shut the barn door, and broke into the -living room where his father and mother were -sitting engaged in smoking. This was the way -in which they always passed their time when -they could find nothing better to do, and that -happened very frequently.</p> - -<p>“Have you got that corn all shucked?” inquired -his father. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">109</span></p> - -<p>“Naw; and what’s more, I ain’t a-going to -shuck no more to-night,” replied Peleg.</p> - -<p>“What’s to do now?”</p> - -<p>“Well I will tell you,” said Peleg, drawing -a chair without any back close in front of the fire. -“I have got a chance to make a fortune; but if I -tell you what it is you must go halvers with me, -or I shan’t tell you a thing.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Graves and his wife were both amazed. -They took their pipes from their mouths, straightened -up and looked hard at Peleg to see if he -were in earnest.</p> - -<p>“You remember old man Nickerson, I -reckon, don’t you?” continued Peleg. “Well, -he’s gone dead, you know, and he has willed a -whole pile of money, or papers and such things -which shows where the money is, and Nat wants -me to go down to Manchester with him and help -dig it up.”</p> - -<p>“Who teld you about this?” demanded Mr. -Graves.</p> - -<p>“Nat was here not two minutes ago and he -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">110</span> -told me himself. He’s going as soon as it comes -dark.”</p> - -<p>“Now the best thing you can do is to run -over and tell Jonas about it,” said Mr. Graves, -knocking the ashes from his pipe and getting -upon his feet. “The idea of that little snipe having -a whole pile of money—it is not to be thought -of.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I just ain’t a-going to say a word to -Jonas about it,” said Peleg. “They isn’t any -body knows about that money excepting you and -me. I am going to have it all.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Graves looked hard at his son again and -finally took his chair once more. He saw in a -moment what Peleg was up to, but he wanted to -hear the whole plan.</p> - -<p>“What you going to do? How be I going to -help you?”</p> - -<p>It did not take Peleg many minutes to make -his father understand what he had decided to do, -and in fact there was not much for him to explain. -He was going to get his gun and go over to Nat’s -house and wait until he was ready. When he -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">111</span> -came out he was going to join him, and together -they would go to Manchester and camp out until -they found the papers which would tell them -where the money was concealed. After that was -done he would be ready to begin operations. Mr. -Graves might blacken up his face to resemble a -negro, come up and overpower them and take the -money, or he might watch his opportunity and -approach the camp while the two boys were away -buying provisions.</p> - -<p>“Who told you about this?” said Mr. -Graves, who was lost in admiration of Peleg’s -cunning. It sounded like some novel that he used -to read in his schoolboy days.</p> - -<p>“Nobody didn’t tell me of it,” said Peleg. -“I got it all up out of my own head. Don’t you -think it will work?”</p> - -<p>“Of course it will. How long are you going -to stay down to Manchester?”</p> - -<p>“I didn’t ask him about that; probably not -more’n three or four days.”</p> - -<p>“But you have got to live while you are -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">112</span> -looking for the papers. Have you got any thing -cooked, S’manthy?”</p> - -<p>“That’s taken care of, for Nat is going to -support us. He has as much as ten dollars that -he is going—”</p> - -<p>“Where did he get ten dollars? It looks to -me as though that boy has been stealing.”</p> - -<p>“Couldn’t old man Nickerson have given -him that sum while he was alive? That boy has -come honestly by his money, and, look here, pap, -don’t you fool yourself. If Nat has got ten dollars -he has got twenty dollars; and don’t you forget -it.”</p> - -<p>“Do you reckon that old man Nickerson gave -him all that money?” said Mr. Graves, who was -profoundly astonished at Nat’s wealth.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know where else he could have got -it. Now I want some clothes to take with me and -my gun. What be you going to do, pap, when we -find that money?”</p> - -<p>“You have got to find the papers first.”</p> - -<p>“Now just listen at you,” said Peleg, with -evident disgust. “There ain’t no papers there. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">113</span> -When we find the place where the thing is hidden, -it will be money, and nothing else. Nat ain’t got -no papers. You hear me?”</p> - -<p>“Then I reckon I had best wait a while until -I see you again,” said Mr. Graves, reflectively. -“If you find the money I want to take it all.”</p> - -<p>“How much will that be, Peleg?” said the -woman, who had been so surprised at this conversation -that she had taken no part in it. “It will -be as much as three or four hundred dollars, -won’t it?”</p> - -<p>“Three or four hundred fiddle-sticks!” said -Peleg. “Old man Nickerson was worth a power -of money, and if he has got any hidden it all -amounts to three or four thousand dollars.”</p> - -<p>“Good lands!” gasped Mrs. Graves, settling -back in her chair. “I can have some good clothes -with that. Three or four thousand! I reckon I’d -best fill up for another smoke.”</p> - -<p>Peleg began to stir about and in a short time -he had collected his wardrobe, which did not -amount to much seeing that he carried the whole -of it in an old valise, and his gun that was going -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">114</span> -to furnish them with game while they were looking -for the money. It was about as worthless a -thing as ever was fashioned in wood and iron, but -still it managed to bring down a squirrel or rabbit -every time Peleg went hunting.</p> - -<p>“Now if any body comes here and wants to -know where I am, you can tell him that you don’t -know,” said Peleg, as he slung his bundle on his -single barrel and put the whole on his shoulder. -“You had better come down that way to-morrow, -pap, but let me tell you one thing: You had better -keep out of sight. If Nat so much as suspects -that there is somebody watching us, he will quit -the work right then and there, and we shan’t find -any money.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Graves said that he would take abundant -care of that, and Peleg opened the door and went -out. There was no “good-by” about it. As soon -as he was gone Mr. Graves proceeded to fill up -for another smoke.</p> - -<p>“That there is a powerful good boy who has -just went out,” said he. “What on earth should -we do without him? I tell you, S’manthy, we -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">115</span> -are going to be wonderful rich in a few days -from now. I know of three or four horses that I -want—”</p> - -<p>With this introduction Mr. Graves went on -to enumerate the various horses and cows and -farming utensils he needed and must have to -make his calling as agriculturist successful, and -when he got through his wife took up the strain, -and by the time that twelve o’clock came they -had not only three or four thousand dollars of -Mr. Nickerson’s money laid out, but they had -some more thousands besides. It is hard to tell -what they did not provide for. They had a new -house built up, the weeds all cut down, an orchard -in full bearing where the worthless brier patch -used to stand, and every thing fixed up in first-class -shape. But they got tired of this after a -while, and went to bed.</p> - -<p>“Pe-leg!” shouted Mr. Graves, when he -awoke at daylight. “It is high time you was up. -Well, now, what am I calling him for? He is a -long way from here by this time, and, S’manthy, -perhaps he has got onto that money after all.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">116</span></p> - -<p>“He could not have found it before he got -where it was,” suggested Mrs. Graves. “He -must camp out some time, else why did he take his -gun with him?”</p> - -<p>“That’s so,” said Mr. Graves, after thinking -a moment. “I don’t feel like myself at all -this morning; do you, S’manthy? Now I have -got to get up and build the fire; but I don’t mind -that. In a little while we’ll have somebody to -build it for us. Who’s that coming there?” added -Mr. Graves, who, as he drew on his trousers, -went to the window and glanced up and down -the road. “If there ain’t Jonas I am a Dutchman. -He wants to see what has become of Nat.”</p> - -<p>“You won’t tell him, of course?” said his -wife.</p> - -<p>“Mighty clear of me. I don’t know where -he is and neither do you.”</p> - -<p>The silence that followed on the inside of -the cabin was broken at last by the hasty crunch -of earth and stones outside the door, and then -Jonas laid his heavy hand upon it.</p> - -<p>“Who’s that?” shouted Mr. Graves. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">117</span></p> - -<p>“It is me; don’t you know Jonas?” answered -a voice. “Get up here. I want to ask you -a question.”</p> - -<p>“All right. I will soon be there. Now, old -woman, you cover up and don’t open your head -while he is here.”</p> - -<p>In a few minutes Mr. Graves opened the -door and the two men greeted each other cordially.</p> - -<p>“Howdy, Jonas. What started you out so -early? How’s all your family?”</p> - -<p>“My family is all right, but I am just now -hunting for that boy, Nat. Ain’t seen anything -of him, have you?”</p> - -<p>“Nat? No; has he run away?” asked Mr. -Graves, accidentally letting out the very thing -which he was afraid his wife would mention to -Jonas if she were allowed to talk. “I mean—you -have been using that switch on him lately,” -he hastily added, after he had caught his breath.</p> - -<p>“No, I hadn’t, but I wish I had,” declared -Jonas, for the idea of Nat’s running away was -the very thing that was uppermost in his mind. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">118</span> -“I have used that boy altogether too well; and -now that old man Nickerson has gone, he has -cleared out.”</p> - -<p>“Well, now, what does the fule boy want to -run away for?” said Mr. Graves, looking down -at the ground. “He will want some money, if he -is going to do that.”</p> - -<p>“He has plenty of it, or thinks he has,” said -Jonas, angrily. “You ain’t seen Peleg around -here lately, have you?”</p> - -<p>“Peleg? No, he has gone out after the -cows,” said Mr. Graves; and a moment later, as -if to show how very much mistaken he was, one -of the cows in the barnyard set up a prolonged -lowing as if to inquire why somebody did not -come out and milk her. “I declare, there’s the -cows already,” added Mr. Graves, not at all -abashed. “That boy is around here somewhere. -Pe-leg,” he shouted, looking around as though -he expected Peleg to appear.</p> - -<p>“You needn’t call to him that way, pap, -‘cause he ain’t there,” said Mrs. Graves under -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">119</span> -the bed clothes. “Didn’t you hear him say that -he was going fishing to-day?”</p> - -<p>“That’s so; so I did. What do you want of -Peleg, Jonas?”</p> - -<p>“I just wanted to know if he could tell me -where Nat was; but if he ain’t here, of course he -can’t tell me. You’re sure he ain’t gone to Manchester -along with Nat?”</p> - -<p>“No,” said Mr. Graves, as if he were surprised -to hear it. “What does he want to go -down to Manchester for? If he don’t come home -pretty soon I will go after him.”</p> - -<p>“Nat has got an idea that there is some -money down there, and he has gone after it. If -he only knew it, I have got all the money that was -there long ago.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Graves was really surprised now.</p> - -<p>“The old man did not have but a thousand -dollars, and he gave that to me to spend for him,” -said Jonas. “When that boy gets through looking -I hope he will come back.”</p> - -<p>The speaker went away without saying another -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">120</span> -word, and Mr. Graves stood in his door -and watched him go. If Jonas told the truth -Peleg had his journey for nothing. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">121</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>The Storekeeper Speaks</i>.</span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">Very</span> different were Nat Wood’s feelings as -he walked slowly toward the place he -called home. He was certain that during -the last hour of his life he had made a bad mistake -in that he yielded to his first impulse and -took Peleg into his confidence. But the thing -had been done, Peleg knew that the money was -there, or somewhere about Manchester, and now -he had to watch his corners very closely in order -to succeed at all.</p> - -<p>“There is one thing about it,” said Nat, as -he went up behind the bushes which stood between -the potato patch and the house. “I will -keep a close watch of Peleg, and if I have any -reason to suppose that he is working for himself, -I will lead him off the track and go somewhere -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">122</span> -else. Peleg is a pretty sharp boy, but I don’t -believe he can get ahead of me.”</p> - -<p>While Nat was thinking this matter over he -drew up behind the bushes and took a long and -earnest survey of the house. There was no one -stirring around it. Having made sure that no -one was watching him Nat hurried to a fence -corner, not the one that Mr. Nickerson went to in -order to get his plug of tobacco, but another one -that lay further off, and after a few minutes’ -search arose to his feet with two articles in his -hand which he hastily crammed into his pocket. -One was a roll of money—he did not look it over -for he knew how much there was in it—and the -other was the two leaves of “Baxters’ Saints’ -Rest,” still pasted together, which told him where -the money was concealed. The money was what -he had left from the sum Mr. Nickerson had last -given him for the purchase of tobacco.</p> - -<p>“I don’t see what is the need of my taking -these two leaves with me,” said Nat, as he pushed -the remnants of the twigs and bushes back to the -place which they had occupied before. “Peleg -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">123</span> -might find it and then know as much about the -money as I do. I reckon I had best get that in my -head and then destroy the leaves.”</p> - -<p>To think with Nat was to act. He produced -the two leaves from his pocket, seated himself upon -the ground and tore them open. The stray -leaf, the one on which the diagram that showed -where the money was concealed, fell out; and although -it was pretty dark so that he could barely -trace the lines, they were made with a heavy lead -pencil, and furthermore there were but two lines -on the page. The first led from a pile of rubbish—Nat -did not know what else to call it; it probably -intended to represent the ruins of Mr. Nickerson’s -house—to a second pile of rubbish, which -was doubtless intended to show the pile of briers. -The second line ran across a little wavering -stream which was intended to stand for the brook, -up to another pile, and there it stopped. If Nat -could only find that pile, his fortune was secure.</p> - -<p>It did not take Nat long to make himself master -of this diagram, and hastily putting the leaves -back again, he buried them in the hole from -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">124</span> -which he had taken them out, smoothing over the -leaves so that no one would suspect that anybody -had been there.</p> - -<p>“So far so good,” said Nat, with a long-drawn -sigh of relief. “I don’t believe that either -Jonas or Caleb will find them there. Now the -next thing is something else.”</p> - -<p>It was to separate ten dollars from his roll of -bills so that he could show them to Peleg when -he came to pay for the various things at Manchester. -If he showed more than that amount -something would be added to Peleg’s suspicions, -and no doubt it would lead to an open rupture. -The rest of the bills he stowed away in his hat, -pressing them down tightly between the outside -and the lining, and holding them there by means -of a pin which he took from his sleeve. His work -was all done now, and he was ready to meet Peleg -as soon as he put in an appearance. But in order -to make sure that he had not been watched Nat -drew along the fence corner into the bushes, until -he came within sight of the house again. There -was no one there, and no one in the barn, either; -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">125</span> -so he concluded that he had done this part of his -work without being seen.</p> - -<p>“If I can get through with the rest without -having some one to see me, I shall be glad of it,” -said Nat, going past the house and out to the -bars. “Good-by, old home, for it is the only -home I have had since I can remember. I hope -some day to have a place that I can call my own.”</p> - -<p>His soliloquy was interrupted by the appearance -of a person on the road who moved and -acted in a way that showed him that the time for -operations had come. It was Peleg. He carried -his single barrel over his shoulder, supporting an -old-fashioned valise which contained his change -of underwear.</p> - -<p>“Well, I am all ready,” said Peleg, in a -whisper.</p> - -<p>“So am I,” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“Why, you have not taken a thing with -you,” said Peleg, when he looked around to see -Nat pick up something. “Are you going to come -back here after your clothes?”</p> - -<p>“All the clothes I have in the world I have -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">126</span> -got upon my back,” said Nat, holding up both -hands and turning slowly around so that his -companion could see him. “I am ready to go if -you are.”</p> - -<p>“You must have a clean shirt if nothing -more. What will you do when the one you have -on now is all soiled?”</p> - -<p>“I will take it off and wash it.”</p> - -<p>“<i>You</i> will?” exclaimed Peleg, in unbounded -astonishment. “Don’t you have no women to do -that sort of work? My mother always washes -my clothes.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you are lucky to have a mother. I -have had none since I can remember. I have to -do all such little things myself.”</p> - -<p>“This beats me. What did you say to -Jonas?”</p> - -<p>“Not a thing. I have not seen him since I -saw you.”</p> - -<p>“Have you got your papers?” said Peleg, -who was particularly anxious on that score. -“You had better give them to me; because when -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">127</span> -Jonas overhauls us he will search all your -clothes.”</p> - -<p>“Let him search,” said Nat, turning upon -Peleg and looking at him as closely as he could -in the dark. “I have got my papers, but they are -right in here,” he added, touching his forehead -with his right hand. “He won’t get them out of -there.”</p> - -<p>“<i>Well!</i>” said Peleg, looking down at the -ground they were so rapidly leaving behind. -“That’s a pretty way to do business. You have -got me to help you in looking for that money, and -you had ought to let me into the whole of it.”</p> - -<p>“In other words, I must tell you my secret, -must I?” demanded Nat, stopping in his headlong -gait. “I did not agree to do that. You may -go back on me the first thing.”</p> - -<p>“No, I won’t; I pledge you my word that I -will stay by you. Now if you don’t tell me all of -it I won’t go.”</p> - -<p>These were very pleasant words to Nat -Wood. He had been wondering all the time how -he was to be rid of Peleg, and now he was going -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">128</span> -to accomplish his object without half trying. Peleg -stopped when he uttered this threat, but Nat -kept on as fast as ever.</p> - -<p>“I tell you I won’t go if you don’t tell me -just what you are going to do and all about it,” -said Peleg, taking his bundle off his shoulders.</p> - -<p>“All right. Then stay where you are. I can -get along without you.”</p> - -<p>“You forget Jonas and Caleb,” said Peleg, -raising his voice as to reach the ears of Nat who -was rapidly widening the distance between them. -“Who is going to watch them while you are doing -the digging? The little fule,” muttered Peleg, -raising his bundle to his shoulder again and -hurrying after Nat. “What has come over him -to make him so mighty independent all at once? -A little while ago he was just begging me to go -with him; but now he wants to shake me off altogether. -Hold up, Nat.”</p> - -<p>But Nat was past holding up for Peleg or -anybody else. He kept on his way without changing -his pace, and when at last Peleg overtook him -he had passed a half a mile down the road. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">129</span></p> - -<p>“What’s the use of you being in such a -hurry, Nat?” panted Peleg. “I can’t keep up -with you if you go so fast.”</p> - -<p>“I’ve got to hurry in order to get to my -camping grounds before daylight,” replied Nat. -“If you want to go with me, come on; if you -don’t, stay back.”</p> - -<p>“But, Nat, it ain’t right for you to do all the -work by yourself,” said Peleg.</p> - -<p>“I don’t intend to do it all. You must do -some of it, if you go with me. I won’t pay you -a dollar a day for doing nothing.”</p> - -<p>“Of course. I expect to do some of it; but -how can I know what to work at unless you tell -me something.”</p> - -<p>“I will tell you what I want as soon as we -come to our camping ground, and that ought to -satisfy you,” said Nat, who plainly saw that he -was not going to get rid of Peleg so easily. “I -may want you to watch for Jonas while I work.”</p> - -<p>“Well, if you do that, it will be right into my -hand,” said Peleg, to himself. “Only I would -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">130</span> -rather watch for pap. If I see him, I won’t let -you know a thing about it.”</p> - -<p>Seeing that Nat was neither to be frightened -nor coaxed into revealing his secret, Peleg finally -gave up the attempt in disgust, and hurried along -by Nat’s side toward Manchester. Nat had but -little to say to him for he was thinking over what -was to be done when they once reached their -camping grounds. He must be rid of Peleg in -some way, and the more he thought about it the -more he saw that his success depended entirely -upon his finding the money alone and unaided.</p> - -<p>“If ever a boy deserves kicking I am the -one,” Nat kept saying to himself. “Why didn’t -I leave Peleg alone husking his corn? He would -have been safe there, but now he has got onto my -back and I can’t shake him off. Can I get him to -go back to the store after some provisions, while -I look for the money? That’s a plan worth thinking -of.”</p> - -<p>The way to Manchester seemed wonderfully -long, it is always long if one is anxious to reach -a place, and it was after daylight when they came -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">131</span> -within sight of it. Fortunately the stores were -open and the boys had no difficulty in buying -what they wanted. The first thing was the ammunition -for Peleg’s shotgun; and when that had -been purchased and stowed away in the boy’s valise, -the provisions came next, and they found -that they had more than they could carry.</p> - -<p>“There are other things to come,” said Nat, -pulling out his ten dollars at which Peleg glanced -with envious eyes. “I must get a spade and -pick-ax before I go any further.”</p> - -<p>“Why, what do you want to do with them?” -asked Peleg, in surprise.</p> - -<p>“How am I going to do any digging without -them?” asked Nat in reply. “There is no telling -how deep the money is in the ground.”</p> - -<p>Peleg was obliged to be content with this explanation -although he was not satisfied with it. -He could not bear to see any of Nat’s money go -for such useless things as a spade and pick-ax, -because he calculated at some future time to handle -all that money himself. And when they were -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">132</span> -purchased there was another thing that filled -him with astonishment.</p> - -<p>“I wish you would set these implements -away somewhere, together with the provisions -that we shall not be able to take with us, until -Peleg comes after them,” said Nat to the storekeeper. -“He will be after them bright and early -to-morrow morning.”</p> - -<p>“All right,” said the storekeeper. “I will -set the whole thing right here in this corner, and -if my partner is in here you will know them when -you see them. Any thing else that I can show -you?”</p> - -<p>“Nothing else, thank you,” replied Nat “I -have every thing I need.”</p> - -<p>“What are you boys going to do up there in -the woods?” asked the storekeeper. “You are -not going after rabbits with nothing but a single -barrel shotgun. You won’t get enough to pay -you for your ammunition.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, no; we are going up there to see about -some timber that belongs to us.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">133</span></p> - -<p>“Well, don’t let the ghosts catch you,” said -the man, with a laugh.</p> - -<p>“Ghosts!” replied Peleg; and he let the butt -of his single barrel heavily down upon the floor.</p> - -<p>“Yes; there is lots of them up there.”</p> - -<p>“Why—why—whereabouts?” inquired Peleg; -and it was all he could do to pronounce the -words so that the storekeeper could understand -him.</p> - -<p>“Well, I don’t know that they have any particular -place, but the heft of them appears up -about old man Nickerson’s farm,” said the -man; and he drew a little on his imagination because -he saw that Peleg was frightened. “If -anybody goes on that place he wants to look -out. You see,” here the storekeeper leaned his -elbows on the counter and sank his voice almost -to a whisper. “They used to tell here before the -war that the old man was worth a power of -money, and the rebels came here to gobble it up.”</p> - -<p>“Did they get any?” asked Peleg.</p> - -<p>“Naw they didn’t. I was in that party and -I know just what they got. It was all in gold, too, -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">134</span> -but the old fellow had it hidden so that we could -not find it. We took him off and put him in the -army, but he was too old to be of any use there, -and so we turned him loose. There’s been a -power of men up there looking for it, but they -stay just one night.”</p> - -<p>“They see the ghosts, do they?” said Nat</p> - -<p>“That’s what they do,” said the storekeeper, -looking all around the room as if he expected to -see something advancing upon him. “And I tell -you they don’t wait until daylight comes. I have -seen as many as two or three on my porch waiting -for me to open the store, and the tales they -told were just awful. They say—Whew! I’ll -bet you don’t get me up there for no five thousand -dollars.”</p> - -<p>“What do they say?” asked Nat. “Is old -man Nickerson among the ghosts?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, he is there, and he is the worst one in -the lot; but the worst of it is, he has been somewhere -and got ten or a dozen other ghosts to help -him along, and the screeching they keep up is -enough to drive one crazy. But I reckon you -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">135</span> -boys ain’t going up as far as old man Nickerson’s.”</p> - -<p>“That is the place where we are going,” said -Nat. “We shall not stop until we get there.”</p> - -<p>“Among all them ghosts?” exclaimed the -storekeeper, and he staggered back from the -counter as if Nat had aimed a blow at him. -“Well, good-by. I shall never see you again,” -added the man, as he straightened up and thrust -his hand out toward Nat. “You need not think -to be free of them for they come to see everybody -that goes there.”</p> - -<p>“But the others came back in safety and so -can I,” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“Yes; but the last time they appeared to a -person they told him that the next one who came -there he would leave his bones for the vultures -to pick over,” said the man, and he tried to shiver -when he uttered the words. “I would not go up -there, if I was you.”</p> - -<p>“I want to see what a ghost looks like. Come -on, Peleg. We have wasted too much time already. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">136</span> -You will have those things ready for Peleg -tomorrow?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, provided he is able to come after them. -And say, Peleg. I want you to take particular -notice of the way the ghosts look and what they -say and what they do, and all that—”</p> - -<p>“You had better get somebody else to go up -there, if that is what you want to find out,” said -Peleg. “If I see one of them, or hear him coming -through the bushes, I will start a running till -you can’t see me for the dust. If Nat isn’t afraid -of the ghosts, I am.”</p> - -<p>Nat had by this time taken as many of the -provisions as he could carry and had left the -store, and Peleg, after some hesitation, prepared -to follow him. Nat did not believe in ghosts; and -even if ghosts were there and Mr. Nickerson was -among them, he would not let the rest of the spirits -trouble him, for he had given him the money -before his death, and had told him just where it -was concealed. But his nerves now were not -as firm as they were before he went into that -store. He did not know what he had to contend -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">137</span> -with up there in the woods, and the woods were -so far away from everybody that it was useless -for him to call for help in case he needed it.</p> - -<p>“But I am going after that money,” said he, -firmly, as he walked along as if there were no -such things as ghosts in the world. “It is up -there, there was not any ghosts around when it -was hidden and I don’t believe there are any -ghosts now. At least I must see them before I -will give it up.”</p> - -<p>At this moment Peleg overtook him. One -glance at his face was enough to show him what -he thought about it. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">138</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>Peleg Sees Enough.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">“Say,</span> Nat,” said Peleg, catching his companion -by the arm and speaking almost in a -whisper as if he were afraid that the -ghosts might overhear him, “don’t let’s go any -further. Let us go back.”</p> - -<p>“What will we do with all these provisions?” -exclaimed Nat.</p> - -<p>“Let’s take them home and eat them there. -I am afraid to go to those woods. Don’t you believe -in ghosts?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know what to say,” said Nat, pulling -his arm out of Peleg’s grasp. “That storekeeper -talked as though he meant all he said, did -he not? He would not try to scare us.”</p> - -<p>“No, sir,” said Peleg, emphatically. “Let -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">139</span> -us go back. I don’t believe there is any money -hidden around here anyway.”</p> - -<p>It was no part of Nat’s plan to make Peleg -think differently. If he thought they were on a -wild goose chase, so much the better for Nat. He -would go on and prosecute the search, and if he -succeeded, no one would be the wiser for it.</p> - -<p>“If pap were here,” continued Peleg, and -then he suddenly stopped.</p> - -<p>“Does your father believe in ghosts, too?” -asked Nat.</p> - -<p>“Of course he does. He has seen them.”</p> - -<p>“Then of course he believes in them. I must -see one before I will put any faith in it.”</p> - -<p>“But what will you do if you leave your -bones up here for the vultures to pick?” urged -Peleg, with a shudder. “I reckon you will believe -in them then.”</p> - -<p>“That will be my misfortune and not my -fault. So, Mr. Graves believes in ghosts, does -he?” said Nat, to himself. “I wish to goodness -that I knew whether or not Jonas and Caleb believed -in them, too. Somehow I feel more afraid -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">140</span> -of those two men than I do of anything else.” -Then aloud he said: “If I believed as your -father does I would not come up here for anything; -but I have not seen the ghosts yet, and until -I do, I am going to stick to my plan. You can -carry the provisions up to Mr. Nickerson’s house, -can’t you, and then you can put them down and -go back if you want to.”</p> - -<p>“And do you mean that you are really going -on?” exclaimed Peleg, who was really amazed -at the boy’s courage.</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir, I am going on; and no one will -care whether I succeed or not. Come on, Peleg. -You must walk faster than that.”</p> - -<p>There was no use of trying to get rid of Peleg; -Nat saw that plainly enough. He increased -his pace and Peleg, as if afraid of being left behind, -increased his own and readily kept up with -him. He did not have any more to say about the -ghosts until after they had covered the half of a -dozen miles that lay between them and Mr. -Nickerson’s farm; and then they turned off the -road, climbed a fence and found themselves in a -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">141</span> -thicket of bushes which enveloped them on all -sides so that they could not see two feet in advance -of them. Then Peleg’s courage gave away -altogether.</p> - -<p>“I believe I won’t go any further,” said he; -and he made a move as if he were going to put -down the provisions he was carrying. “It is -awful dark in there, ain’t it?”</p> - -<p>“Pretty dark,” whispered Nat, bending -down and trying to see through the bushes. “But -this is nothing to what it will be when night -comes. If we are going to hear anything we will -hear it then. Will you be afraid to come down -here to get the spade and pick-ax to-morrow?”</p> - -<p>“You just bet I will,” answered Peleg, and -Nat noticed that his face was as white as it could -get. “If you don’t get that spade and pick-ax -until I bring them up to you, you will wait a long -while before you do any digging.”</p> - -<p>“Well, pick up the provisions and come -along,” said Nat, who was getting really impatient. -“Stay right close behind me, and if I -see any ghosts I will shoo them off.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">142</span></p> - -<p>Once more Nat started on and Peleg, not -daring to remain behind, gathered up his burden -and kept along close on his heels. It was a long -way through the bushes to the back of Mr. Nickerson’s -farm, and with almost every step Peleg -heard something that alarmed him; a bird chirped -in the thicket close beside him or a ground -squirrel vociferously scolded them as they drew -near and hurried off to his retreat, and several -times he was on the point of throwing down the -provisions and taking to his heels. But there -was the money that they were after. That had a -stronger attraction to him than his fear of the -ghosts, and when Nat threw aside the last branch -and stepped out into the open field, Peleg was -right behind, although he was all out of breath -and sweating so, as he affirmed, that he could hear -it rattling on the leaves.</p> - -<p>“When we go back let us go the other way,” -panted Peleg, looking around for a place to sit -down. “I am just tired out. Now what are you -going to do? Here is the spot, and if you have -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">143</span> -not got them papers with you, how do you know -where to dig?”</p> - -<p>“The papers are all in my head where no -one will get them,” said Nat, laying down his -armful of provisions and looking around to see -if there was a path that led down the hill. “You -stay here and rest, and I will go on and see—”</p> - -<p>“Not much I won’t stay here,” exclaimed -Peleg, rising to his feet as Nat started off. “I -am going to stay close by you. I wish I had -known about the ghosts. I wouldn’t have come -one peg.”</p> - -<p>“So do I,” said Nat to himself. “If I can -get up some way to scare you to-night, I shall be -happy.”</p> - -<p>To have seen Nat go to work one would have -supposed that he knew where the money was hidden -and all about it. He went as straight as he -could go to the corner of the ruins of Mr. Nickerson’s -house, and there he stopped and his lips -moved as if he were holding a consultation with -himself.</p> - -<p>“Six to one and a half dozen to the other,” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">144</span> -he muttered, as if he were not aware that Peleg -was anywhere within reach of him. “That paper -is burned up here in the ruins, but I have got -it in my head.”</p> - -<p>“What are you trying to get through yourself, -Nat?” said Peleg. “Talk English so that -I can understand you.”</p> - -<p>Nat did not act as though he had heard him -at all.</p> - -<p>“The next is a beech tree on the right hand -side,” continued Nat. “Now let me see if that -can be found.”</p> - -<p>“What about the beech tree? There is one -down there at the foot of the hill.”</p> - -<p>Nat had already started off toward the beech -tree, and a little way from it found a pile of -briers; but did not look at them more than once. -He went around on the left hand side of the beech -tree, and throwing back his head gazed earnestly -into the branches.</p> - -<p>“Now whichever way that limb points, it -points to the hiding-place of the papers,” said -“But there are not any limbs that point -Nat. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">145</span> -any way. They all seem to point upward to the -sky. If this is the tree I’ll soon make the limb -move. Here, watch that branch and see if it -don’t stir. Six of one and half a dozen of the -other.”</p> - -<p>“What do you keep saying those words for -all the time?” inquired Peleg. “Why don’t you -talk so that I can understand it?”</p> - -<p>“That is a secret that Mr. Nickerson used -while he was engaged in burying the papers,” -said Nat, a bright idea striking him. “Come -here and I will tell you all about it,” he added, -catching Peleg by the arm and drawing his face -close to his own. “You see these trees and -everything about here is in sympathy with Mr. -Nickerson, because he is dead, you know. I -might come up here or you might come up here -and look for those papers, and if we did not have -the secret that Mr. Nickerson used while concealing -them, why, we wouldn’t know any more -about it than we do now. I declare that branch -moves; don’t you see it?”</p> - -<p>Peleg looked earnestly into the tree but could -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">146</span> -see nothing. Nat even got hold of him and pulled -him around and twisted his head on one side so -that he could see the upper part of the tree, but -the moving of the limb was something that Peleg -could not discern.</p> - -<p>“It only moved a little bit so that I could -see it,” said Nat, in explanation. “You have -got to be quick or you can’t see it. Now we will -go off this way and see if we can find something -else.”</p> - -<p>There was some little thing about this that -was certainly uncanny—something that did not -look natural to Peleg. The idea of a boy having -some mysterious words at his command which -made inanimate nature obey him was a new -thing to him, and he did not know what to make -of it; but Nat seemed to think it was all right -and went ahead as if he had been expecting it. -He stepped across the brook and moved up the -hill, but before he had taken many steps he came -back and put his face close to Peleg’s again.</p> - -<p>“I must tell you one thing so that you will -not be frightened,” said he, in a whisper. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">147</span> -“When I get on the track of those papers you’ll -hear something.”</p> - -<p>“What is it like?” said Peleg, in the same -cautious whisper.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know. It may be like the report -of a cannon; or it may be like something else you -never heard of. You must keep your mind on -those papers while we are looking for them.”</p> - -<p>Nat went on ahead and in a few moments -more he stepped upon the very stone which was -buried half way in the earth and covered the hiding -place of his money. His heart bounded at -the thought. If Peleg was away and he had the -pick-ax and spade at his command he would be -a rich boy in less than half an hour.</p> - -<p>“I don’t see it,” said he, dolefully.</p> - -<p>“Don’t see what?” said Peleg. “If you -repeat your words once more perhaps it will come -to you.”</p> - -<p>“Six of one and a half dozen of the other,” -exclaimed Nat; and instantly there came a response -that he had not been expecting. A huge -dead poplar, which stood on the bank a hundred -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">148</span> -feet away, suddenly aroused itself into life and -action, took part in Nat’s invocation and sent a -thrill of terror through him and Peleg. A branch -of the tree about fifty feet from the ground, as -large as any of the ordinary trees that were standing -around them, ceased its hold upon the parent -trunk and came with a stunning crash to the -ground. Peleg was so startled that he fairly -jumped, while Nat stood perfectly thunderstruck.</p> - -<p>This was nothing more than the boys had -been accustomed to all their lives. Such sounds -were not new in the country in which they had -been brought up, and when any settler heard a -sound like that coming from the woods he said: -“Now we are going to have falling weather.” -An old “deadening” is the best place to watch -for omens of this kind. The farmer, not having -the time or force to clear his land, cuts away all -the underbrush and uses his axe to “circle” the -trees so that he can put in his crop. The trees -stand there until they dry and rot, all the vitality -being taken away from them, and finally drop -all their limbs until the trunk stands bare. Nat, -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">149</span> -after he had taken time to think twice, knew in a -moment what had caused the poplar to shed its -limbs, and was aware that it was one of the incidents -of his everyday life; but Peleg, who had -been warned that something was going to happen -if they found the trail of the papers, was frightened -out of his wits. After it struck the ground -he remained motionless.</p> - -<p>“What did I tell you?” whispered Nat. -“Didn’t I tell you that you would hear something -drop?”</p> - -<p>“Whew!” stammered Peleg. “I have seen -enough of this place. I am going home as quick -as I can go.”</p> - -<p>“Hold on, Peleg,” exclaimed Nat, who was -overjoyed to hear him talk this way. “We will -hear something else pretty soon, and that will let -us know that we are close to the papers.”</p> - -<p>“You can stay and look for them until you -are blind,” said Peleg, who was taking long -strides toward the other side of the brook. “You -will never see them papers. I believe you are -cahoots with the ‘Old Fellow’ himself.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">150</span></p> - -<p>As Peleg said this he pointed with his finger -toward the ground. He did not care to mention -who the “old fellow” was. When he was across -the brook he broke into a run and dashed up the -hill. He did not even stop to take with him his -gun, ammunition or the provisions he had -brought up from Manchester. He kept clear of -the bushes—you could not have hired Peleg to go -through them alone—and when he struck the -open field he increased his pace and was out of -sight in a moment. Nat waited until he was well -under way and then followed him to the top of -the bank. He was just in time to see Peleg’s coat -tails disappear over the bars; and then he dug -out at his best gait for home.</p> - -<p>“There!” said Nat taking off his hat and -feeling for the extra money he had stowed away. -“I am well rid of him, thank goodness. -Now I will go to work and make a camp, get -something to eat, and to-morrow morning I will -go down and get the spade and pick-ax; that is, if -the ghosts leave anything of me. But I don’t -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">151</span> -believe there are any ghosts. The storekeeper -said that just to frighten him.”</p> - -<p>But before Nat began his lean-to he wanted -to see the stone that covered his fortune. It -seemed strange to him that all he had to do was -to pry the stone out of its place, dig for a few -minutes and then he would be worth more money -than he ever saw.</p> - -<p>“There is one thing that I forgot,” said he, -after he had tested the weight of the stone by -trying his strength upon it. “But I will get that -to-morrow. I must cut a lever with which to -handle this weight.”</p> - -<p>For the first time in a long while Nat was -happy. He would be so that night—there would -not anybody come near him after dark—but -the next morning he would come back to himself -again—sly and cunning, and afraid to make -a move in any direction without carefully reconnoitering -the ground. Jonas and Caleb had got -him in the way of living so.</p> - -<p>“But I will soon be free from them,” said -Nat, as he left the stone walked across the brook -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">152</span> -and seated himself proceeded to find some of the -cheese and crackers which Peleg had brought up. -“I am free from them now; but if they come -after me and catch me, why then I have got my -whole business to do over again. I hope Peleg -will go safely home and spread the story of the -ghosts that are living here, for I don’t think -Jonas will care to face them.”</p> - -<p>Nat thoroughly enjoyed his meal, for the -walk of twenty miles along that rough road was -enough to give him an appetite, and all the while -he was looking about him and selecting the limbs -with which he intended to build his lean-to. He -did not expect to be there a great while, not -longer than to-morrow at any rate, but he did not -believe in sleeping out while there was timber -enough at hand to build him a shelter. The lean-to -was soon put up, and in a very short space of -time all the luggage he had was conveyed -under it. A fire would come handy as soon as it -grew dark, and all the rest of the time he spent -in collecting fuel for it; so that when the sun -went down and it began to grow gloomy in the -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">153</span> -woods, he was as well sheltered as a boy in his -circumstances could expect.</p> - -<p>“I am glad that Peleg is not here,” said -Nat, as he looked all around to make sure that he -had not forgotten something, and began another -assault on the crackers and cheese. “I know -that nothing will come here to bother me, but -Peleg would all the while be listening for one of -those ghosts to come down on him. There’s an -owl now. His hooting sounds awful lonely in -the woods.”</p> - -<p>While Nat was stretched out on his bed of -boughs listening to the mournful notes of the -owl, his thoughts were exceedingly busy with -sad remembrances of the old man who had -labored so hard to save his money from the -rebels, little dreaming that the amount would one -day fall into the hands of one who needed it as -badly as Nat did.</p> - -<p>“I really wish I had some one to enjoy it -with me, but I have not got any body,” Nat kept -saying to himself. “The first thing I will do -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">154</span> -will be to get an education; then I can tell what -I am going to do.”</p> - -<p>So saying Nat arose and replenished the fire, -then lay down and fell into a quiet sleep. He -did not see a ghost nor did he dream of one the -whole night. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">155</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>Peleg’s Ghost Story.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">“Bless</span> my lucky stars, Peleg Graves, you -clear of Nat Wood at last. Ever since -I first met him there at home, when he -didn’t have a single thing to take with him except -the clothes he had on his back, I have been afraid -of that fellow. He didn’t have but one shirt to -bless himself with, and when it got soiled, he -would take it off and wash it. The idea of him -washing his clothes! I guess he thought that the -Old Fellow would wash them.” Here Peleg cast -frightened glances toward the bushes on each side -of the road as if he was fearful that “the other -fellow” would suddenly come out at him. He -fancied he could almost see him with his flashing -eyes, horns on his head and cloven feet all ready -to take the rush, but as he went on he began to -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">156</span> -gather courage. “And then his having a secret, -too, and he wouldn’t tell me what it meant. ‘Here -I am and there I am,’” whispered Peleg, who -was so badly frightened that he could not remember -the words Nat had used. “Now what did -those words mean? I tell you there is somebody -helping Nat; you hear me?”</p> - -<p>While Peleg was going over his soliloquy in -this way he was making good time down the road, -and finally he became weary with his headlong -pace and slackened his gait to a walk; a fast walk -it was, too, so that in a very short while all Nat -and his strange words were left behind.</p> - -<p>It was twenty miles to the place where Peleg -lived, and although faint with hunger and so -weary that he could scarcely drag one foot after -the other, he never stopped to ask one of the good-hearted -settlers for a bite to eat, and never -thought of sitting down to rest his tired limbs. -He kept on, anxious to get his roof over his head -and impatient to hear what his father would have -to say about Nat and his doings, until just as the -sun was rising he came within sight of the cabin -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">157</span> -door and saw Mr. Graves standing there and taking -a look at the weather. The man was so surprised -to see him that he was obliged to take two -looks before he could make up his mind that it -was Peleg and nobody else.</p> - -<p>“Is that you, Peleg?” he exclaimed, as the -boy threw down one of the bars and crawled -through it “Where’s the money?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, pap!” was all that Peleg could say in -reply.</p> - -<p>Mr. Graves began to look uneasy. Like all -ignorant men he was very superstitious, and he -straightway believed that Peleg had seen something -that he could not understand.</p> - -<p>“Say, Peleg,” he added in a lower tone, -stepping off the porch and taking the boy by the -arm. “What did you see up there in the woods? -You have not been to Manchester and back, have -you?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I have, too; and if you want to go -down there and search for that money, you can -go; but I am going to stay here. I wish you -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">158</span> -would give me a bite to eat and a drink of water. -I am just about dead.”</p> - -<p>Peleg had by this time reached the porch, -and he threw himself down upon it as if he had -lost all strength, and rested his head upon his -hands. Mr. Graves began to believe that Peleg -had seen something that was rather more than his -nerves could stand, and went around the house -after a drink of water, while his mother, who had -been aroused by this time, came to the door. She -saw Peleg sitting there with his head buried in -his hands, and of course her mother’s heart went -out to him.</p> - -<p>“Oh, Peleg, what is the matter?” she exclaimed.</p> - -<p>“Oh, mother, you just ought to hear the -words that Nat uses to find out whether or not -he is on the trail of those papers,” said Peleg, -lifting a very haggard face and looking at her.</p> - -<p>At that moment Mr. Graves came around the -corner of the house with a gourd full of drinking -water. Peleg seized it as though he had not had -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">159</span> -any for a month, and never let the gourd go until -he had drunk the whole of it.</p> - -<p>“That makes me feel some better,” said he.</p> - -<p>“You passed several streams on the way,” -said Mr. Graves. “Why didn’t you stop and get -a drink?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, pap, I dassent. I can hear those words -ringing in my ears now, and I wanted to get so -far away that I couldn’t hear them. ‘Here I am -and there I am!’ Oh, my soul!”</p> - -<p>“Why—what are you trying to get through -yourself?” inquired Mr. Graves; and if the truth -must be told he drew a little closer to Peleg.</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, I am telling you the truth when -I say that that there Nat has some dealings with -that Fellow down there,” said Peleg, pointing -toward the ground. “He goes around looking -for those papers—”</p> - -<p>“Ah! Get out!” exclaimed Graves.</p> - -<p>“It is a fact; and if you don’t believe it, you -can just go down there and watch him as I did. -He says that everything, the trees and the rocks -and the leaves and the bushes, are in cahoots with -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">160</span> -him because he took such good care of old man -Nickerson when he was alive, buying him tobacco -and such, and that he told him what words -to use while looking for those papers. Why, the -branches of the trees moved and pointed out the -way to him.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Graves was completely amazed by this -revelation, and seated himself on the porch beside -Peleg; while S’manthy gasped for breath -and found it impossible for her to say anything. -She lifted her hands in awe toward the rafters -of the porch for a moment, closed her eyes, and -then her hands fell helplessly by her side. She -shook her head but could not utter a sound.</p> - -<p>“It is a fact, I tell you; that isn’t all I have -seen, either,” said Peleg. “When we came to -Manchester and Nat wanted to buy some grub -and things—pap, he has ten dollars; and he -wouldn’t offer me a cent of it.”</p> - -<p>“Where did he get ten dollars?” asked Mr. -Graves, in surprise.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know. I expect it must have been -some he had left that the old man gave him. He -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">161</span> -bought some grub and a pick-ax and a spade, and -left them there so that I could go and get them -this morning; and that set the storekeeper to going. -He warned me not to let the ghosts catch -me—”</p> - -<p>“Oh, my soul!” exclaimed S’manthy, raising -her hands toward the rafters again. “Have -they got ghosts up there?”</p> - -<p>“You just bet they have,” answered Peleg, -trembling all over. “But Nat didn’t seem afraid -of them at all.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Graves leaned back against the post -near which he was sitting, stretched his legs out -straight before him and looked fixedly at the -ground. He had never heard of ghosts being in -the woods, and this made him wonder if he would -dare go after the cows when they failed to come -up.</p> - -<p>“I don’t think you had better go back there -any more, Peleg,” said he, when he had taken -time to think the matter over.</p> - -<p>“You may just bet I won’t go back. I have -not got use for a boy who will talk to them in -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">162</span> -language I cannot understand. And worse than -that, he led the way to old man Nickerson’s farm -by the back way, through bushes that grew thicker’n -the hair on a dog’s back, and he wanted me -to come back the same way. Mighty clear of -me!”</p> - -<p>“I reckon we had best go and let Jonas know -about this,” said Mr. Graves, after thinking once -more upon the matter.</p> - -<p>“Well, you can go and I will stay here and -get something to eat,” said Peleg. “He will -find Nat within a few rods of the old man’s house. -Dog-gone such luck! Why couldn’t the old man -have left his money out in plain sight so that a -fellow could get it?”</p> - -<p>“Did you see any of the ghosts?” said his -mother, in a low tone.</p> - -<p>“No, I didn’t, and I kept a close watch for -them, too. You see Nat says they don’t come -around until at night. I wonder if there is anything -left of that boy up there?”</p> - -<p>“I hope to goodness that they have cleaned -him out entirely,” said Mr. Graves, angrily. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">163</span> -“If we can’t have any of that money I don’t -want him to have it, either. Now you go in and -take a bite, and I will make up my mind what -we are going to do.”</p> - -<p>“Are you waiting for me to go up to Jonas’s -house with you?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I reckon you had better. You have -been up there and saw how the matter stands, and -you can tell him better than I can.”</p> - -<p>“I am mighty glad he won’t ask me to go -back to old man Nickerson’s woods with him,” -whispered Peleg, as he followed his mother into -the house. “I wouldn’t stir a peg to please anybody.”</p> - -<p>“What do ghosts look like, Peleg?” asked -S’manthy, as she brought out a plate of cold -bread and meat and set them on the table -before the boy. “I have often heard of them -but I never saw them.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t ask me. I looked everywhere for -them, but they would not show up. I’ll bet -Nat can tell by this time how they look—that is -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">164</span> -if he did not get scared at them like myself and -run away.”</p> - -<p>By the time that Peleg had satisfied his appetite -Mr. Graves had thought over the situation -and determined upon his course. He would not -go near Mr. Nickerson’s farm—he was as close -to it as he wanted to be; but he would go up and -tell Jonas what Peleg had seen. Jonas was a -good fellow, and perhaps he would do as much -for him under the same circumstances. If Jonas -and Caleb thought enough of the money that was -hidden there to go up and face the ghosts, that -was their lookout and not his.</p> - -<p>“You had your gun, Peleg,” said Mr. -Graves, when the boy came out the door and put -on his hat “Why didn’t you depend upon -that!”</p> - -<p>“Course I had my gun; but it was not loaded. -I declare, I never once thought of that old -single barrel.”</p> - -<p>“If one of them had seen that gun in your -hands—”</p> - -<p>“Shaw! I ain’t thinking of that. I ran -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">165</span> -away so quick that I left it behind. Maybe Nat -used it last night.”</p> - -<p>“But you say he ain’t afraid of them,” suggested -his father. “What should he want to -use your gun for?”</p> - -<p>“Of course he ain’t afraid of them in the -day-time; but when it comes down dark night in -the woods, and you hear the bushes rattling and -something go g-g-r-r—”</p> - -<p>“Oh, Peleg, stop!” ejaculated his mother, -who was all in a tremble.</p> - -<p>“Stop your noise, Peleg,” said Mr. Graves, -who could not bear to hear him imitate the ghosts -in this way. “Maybe they don’t go that way at -all.”</p> - -<p>“Well, if you want to find out, you had best -go up there and stay all night,” said Peleg, shaking -his head in a wise manner. “And I will -tell you another thing that happened while I was -up there. Nat told me that I must not be frightened, -for when he got onto the trail of those -papers again——” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">166</span></p> - -<p>“Did he lose the trail of them?” asked Mr. -Graves.</p> - -<p>“I reckon so; for he looked up into a tree -and said: ‘Here I am and there I am,’ and the -tree showed him which way to go.”</p> - -<p>“Aw! Get out,” exclaimed Mr. Graves. -“Could a tree speak to him or point with its -branches to tell him when he was going wrong?”</p> - -<p>“That tree did as sure as you live,” said -Peleg confidently.</p> - -<p>“Did you see it?”</p> - -<p>“Yes sir, I did. That tree was standing like -any other tree, with its branches pointing upward, -and when he said those words of his, one -of the limbs pointed out so,” said Peleg, indicating -the movement with his finger.</p> - -<p>Mr. Graves looked rather hard at Peleg, -as if he did not know whether to believe the -statement or not, and the boy met his gaze without -flinching. When Peleg told a lie he generally -looked down at the ground.</p> - -<p>“Well, go on. What did you see next?”</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, when we got a little further he -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">167</span> -said I would hear something pretty soon, and it -would make me wish that I had never been born. -I tell you I did hear it, and—Oh, my soul! How -can I ever tell it!”</p> - -<p>“What did it sound like, Peleg?” asked his -mother.</p> - -<p>“A dead tree was standing a short distance -away and when Nat went on with his words: -‘Here I am and there I am,’ one of the branches -on that tree let go all holds and came down to the -ground with a crash and broke all to pieces. I -certainly thought I was going with it, too.”</p> - -<p>For the first time that day Mr. Graves uttered -an exclamation of disgust, turned on his heel -and went into the house for his rifle.</p> - -<p>“You can hear those sounds right here on -the place,” remarked his mother. “That’s -nothing new.”</p> - -<p>“The little fule!” exclaimed Mr. Graves, -who just then came out again with his rifle. -“You got so frightened with the ghosts that you -don’t know the signs of falling weather when you -hear them. It is going to rain very shortly.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">168</span></p> - -<p>“Well, I just want you to go up there if you -dare,” said Peleg, somewhat taken aback by this -explanation of the phenomenon which had frightened -him. “Here you are, making all sorts of -fun at my ghost stories, and you have gone and -got your rifle to protect you. Leave that at home -if you are not afraid to go up to Jonas’s house -without it.”</p> - -<p>“No, I reckon I will just take it along. -What you have said about the ghosts may be -true; but I don’t believe in such things as the -trees and bushes telling him where to go. Come -on now, and we’ll go up and see Jonas.”</p> - -<p>“And are you going to leave me here all -alone?” inquired Mrs. Graves, who went into the -house for a shawl to throw over her head. “I’m -going, too.”</p> - -<p>“Now, S’manthy,” began her husband.</p> - -<p>“I know all about it; but I ain’t a going to -stay here all by myself after such talk as we -have had,” said the woman, determinedly. “I -have some business with Jonas’s wife as much as -you have with him.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">169</span></p> - -<p>Mr. Graves said no more. He probably -knew how an argument would come out with his -wife. He cast apprehensive glances at the bushes -as he walked along, and seemed to be much occupied -with his own thoughts. The money was -there, there could be no mistake about that, and -he had intended to go up there that very day so as -to be on hand in case Peleg needed assistance; -but the boy’s returning home with such a story -had put new ideas into his head. Taking into -consideration the way he felt now he would not -have gone a step toward Mr. Nickerson’s woods -if he knew the foot of every tree in them had a -gold mine buried beneath it which he could -have for the digging. He fully credited the tales -about the ghosts; the rest of it he did not put -any faith in.</p> - -<p>“That’s the end of my dreams,” he muttered, -as he walked along. “I say as Peleg did, -dog-gone such luck! If the old man had left his -money out where we could find it, well and good; -but, as it stands, I have got to be a poor man all -my life.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">170</span></p> - -<p>In due time they arrived at Jonas’s house -where they found his wife engaged in getting -breakfast while her husband, with Caleb to help -him, was engaged, down to the barn. Mrs. -Graves stopped in the house, which she speedily -turned upside down with her stories, while Mr. -Graves kept on and found Jonas sitting on an -inverted bucket, meditatively chewing a piece of -straw, and Caleb walking around with his hands -in his pockets. They had been discussing Nat’s -absence, but they could not come to any determination -about it. Nat was gone, it was money -took him away and how were they going to work -to cheat him out of it?</p> - -<p>“Howdy,” said Jonas, who, upon looking -up, discovered Mr. Graves approaching. “Have -you started out bright and early this morning to -go hunting?”</p> - -<p>“Well—no,” replied Mr. Graves, taking his -rifle from his shoulder. “I did not know but I -might see a squirrel or two bobbing around. -Seen anything of Nat lately?” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">171</span></p> - -<p>“No, I have not. Do you know what has -become of him?”</p> - -<p>“You’re right I do. He is up to old man -Nickerson’s woods.”</p> - -<p>“There now. We always allowed that he -had gone up there. Has he got onto the trail of -any money?”</p> - -<p>“He has, but that’s all the good it will do -him. Peleg has been up there with him.”</p> - -<p>Jonas simply nodded his head as if to say -that he knew as much long ago. He learned it -when he went to Mr. Graves’ house to inquire -about Nat.</p> - -<p>“But it won’t do him any good, getting on -the trail of that money won’t,” continued Mr. -Graves. “There are ghosts up in those woods.”</p> - -<p>“Ghosts!” exclaimed Jonas and Caleb in a -breath. They looked hard at Mr. Graves and -then they looked at Peleg. The boy simply -nodded to show that his father was right.</p> - -<p>“Did you see any of them?” asked Caleb, -who was in a fair way of being frightened.</p> - -<p>“Naw; I didn’t see any of them nor hear -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">172</span> -them, I didn’t stay long enough for that I -took my foot in my hand and came home.”</p> - -<p>“Peleg has & long story to tell, and I thought -you would rather hear it from him than anybody -else, so I brought him along.”</p> - -<p>As this was the introduction to Peleg’s story -those who were standing up found places to sit -down, and waited impatiently for him to begin. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">173</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_XL">CHAPTER XL<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>Nat’s Fortune</i>.</span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">“Well,</span> sir, I have slept all night in these -woods alone and there has no ghost -been near to warn me that I had better -quit my search and go home,” said Nat, sitting -up on his bed of boughs and rubbing his -eyes. “I reckon the ghosts all exist in that storekeeper’s -imagination. Now I must take a good -look at that rock again, eat some crackers and -cheese and go down after that spade and pick-ax. -By this time tomorrow I shall be a rich man.”</p> - -<p>Nat had often wondered how much there was -of that money that was hidden away, and he -was always obliged to confess that he did not -know. The neighbors all insisted that old man -Nickerson was “powerful rich,” and acting upon -this supposition he thought that about $5,000 -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">174</span> -would amply repay him for all his trouble. That -would get him a nice education, and that was all -that Nat asked for. He could then take care of -himself.</p> - -<p>Nat sprang off his bed, performed the hasty -operation of washing his hands and face in the -brook, and not having any towel to wipe upon, -went up the bank toward the stone, shaking the -water off his hands as he went. The rock was -all there; he was certain on that point. If he -had that spade and pick-ax in his hands he would -soon know how much he was worth. The only -trouble with him now was, to dig it up, reach -St. Louis with it in some way or other and put -it in the bank. Once there he would like to see -Jonas and Caleb get their hands upon it.</p> - -<p>The next thing was breakfast, and that was -very soon dispatched, and then he tried to make -himself a little more respectable to the persons -who met him on the way by brushing off his -clothes and bringing some pins into play to hide -his rents. Then he stood up and looked at himself. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">175</span></p> - -<p>“They will show anyway, I don’t care how -I pin them,” said Nat, at length. “Well, what’s -the odds? Everyone knows how I lived there -under that man’s roof, and I can’t be expected to -look any better. Maybe I will look as well as the -best of them one of these days.”</p> - -<p>Nat’s first care was to hide Peleg’s gun and -ammunition for fear that some one might come -along and appropriate them to his own use. The -whole thing was not worth two dollars, but still -that would be something for Peleg to lose. He -would go frantic if he found that the gun had -been stolen. This done he was ready to leave -his camp and he took the near way through the -bushes; and when they had closed up behind him -he could not help thinking how frightened Peleg -was when he came through there. He neither -saw nor heard anything alarming, and in a short -time he climbed the fence and was out in the road. -As luck would have it a team was going by, and -the man pulled up his horses and offered him a -ride.</p> - -<p>“Going fur?” said he. “Well jump in.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">176</span></p> - -<p>“Thank you,” said Nat “It’s about six -miles to Manchester, and I believe it is cheaper -riding than walking.”</p> - -<p>“What are you doing down there in old man -Nickerson’s?” asked the man. “Ain’t you the -boy that lives with old man Keeler! I hear -that old man Nickerson is dead.”</p> - -<p>“Yes sir. He just died a few days ago.”</p> - -<p>“Well, how much did he leave old man Jonas’s -wife! I hear he was powerful rich.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know how much he was worth, but -I don’t believe he left anything.”</p> - -<p>“Now that is mighty mean of him. He has -some money somewhere, and the man what finds -it is rich as Julius Caesar.”</p> - -<p>“I thought he must be worth $5,000 dollars,” -said Nat.</p> - -<p>“Oh, my! Say $15,000 or $20,000, and you -will just about hit it. You see some fellows living -around here think that the rebels got it, but -the old man was too sharp for them. Then they -got mad and burned his house and left him out in -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">177</span> -the cold; and then Jonas took him in. Did he -leave Jonas anything!”</p> - -<p>“No, I am quite sure he did not. Are there -any ghosts down here in the woods!”</p> - -<p>“Naw. There are some fellows who have -been up here a time or two, and when they -came back they told wonderful stories of what -they had seen back there in the timber. But -there is nothing to it.”</p> - -<p>Nat became silent after this and so did the -man He began to be real uneasy now, for there -was a difference in the sum the old man had left -behind him. He drew a long breath every time -he thought of the wide gulf there was between -$5,000 and $15,000 or $20,000, so much so that -the driver looked at him in surprise; but he had -nothing to say for which Nat was very thankful. -In due time they arrived at Manchester, and Nat, -after thanking the man once more for his kindness, -sprang from the wagon and went into the -store.</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, I declare, if one of them boys -hasn’t come back,” said the storekeeper, hurrying -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">178</span> -forward to shake hands with Nat. “Did you -see any of them ghosts and what did they say -to you!”</p> - -<p>“I did not see one,” said Nat, with a smile. -“I guess last night was not their night to come -out. Have you got my things handy?”</p> - -<p>“Yes sir. They are right up here where I -put them. But what has become of your pardner?”</p> - -<p>“You scared him out.”</p> - -<p>“Do you mean that he has run away? Well, -I am sorry for that,” said the storekeeper, on -receiving an affirmative nod from Nat.</p> - -<p>“I am not sorry for it,” said Nat to himself. -“It gave me just the chance I was waiting for—to -dig without his knowing it.”</p> - -<p>Without waiting for the man to ask him any -more questions Nat picked up the things he had -left behind, including the pick-ax and spade, and -turned to go out when the storekeeper evidently -wanted some other matters settled.</p> - -<p>“You said yesterday that you were going up -to them woods to look for timber,” said he. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">179</span> -“Now what do you want to do with those -things!” he went on, pointing to the spade and -pick-ax.</p> - -<p>“There are some other things we wanted -to fix,” said Nat, without an instant’s hesitation. -“We are going to put in some crops there, and -we want to repair the old man’s fence which has -become torn down during the war.”</p> - -<p>“Oh!” said the man, staring rather hard -at Nat. “You will need an ax, then.”</p> - -<p>“That reminds me. I came pretty near forgetting -it.”</p> - -<p>Nat laid down his bundles again and the -man turned to get the implement he had spoken -of, and while he was getting it down he kept -his eyes fastened on Nat’s face. But he said -nothing more and saw him take his purchases -and leave the store.</p> - -<p>“Now maybe that story will do and maybe it -won’t,” said the man, as he came out from behind -the counter and watched Nat going along -the street. “There is something else that you -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">180</span> -want to dig for. I wonder if it is the old man’s -money?”</p> - -<p>“They say that he had sights and gobs of -it when he buried it to keep it out of the hands -of the rebels,” said a man who was seated in the -back part of the store, and who now came up to -listen to what the storekeeper had to say. “But -the rebels didn’t get none of it. He hid it where -they couldn’t find it.”</p> - -<p>“They say he is living up to Jonas Keeler’s,” -said the first.</p> - -<p>“Old man Nickerson is dead. He has been -dead two or three days. It is a wonder you had -not heard of it.”</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, that boy is going to dig for the -money,” said the storekeeper, doubling up his -huge fist and bringing it down upon the counter. -“Now what be we going to do about it!”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know of any other way than for -me and you to go up there and watch him while -he digs for it,” said the customer, in a whisper. -“When he gets it dug up, we’ll just take it.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">181</span></p> - -<p>“And what will the boy do?” asked the -storekeeper.</p> - -<p>“Oh, we can easy fool him. Let us play -ghosts.”</p> - -<p>That was something new to the storekeeper. -He drew nearer to his customer and the two -whispered long and earnestly. At length they -seemed to agree upon a plan, for the customer -went out and the storekeeper went back to his -place behind the counter.</p> - -<p>“I let that fellow talk too much,” said Nat, -as he walked hurriedly away with his bundles in -his arms. “He knows that I want to dig in the -ground, or else I wouldn’t have called for these -things. I must get back to my camp and go to -work as soon as possible, or else I shall have -some one else on my back.”</p> - -<p>Nat was now harassed by another fear and -to save his life he could not shake it off. That -storekeeper at Manchester knew there was no -such thing as ghosts in the woods, he knew that -Peleg had been frightened away by the bare mention -of such objects as might be around in the -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">182</span> -event of their search proving successful, and how -did he know but that the storekeeper and some -one like him, might take it into their heads to -come up and look into the matter. He was -now more afraid of those men than he was of -Jonas and Caleb.</p> - -<p>“I tell you it all depends upon getting my -work done quick,” said Nat, turning about and -looking at the store. “That storekeeper will -come up there for fifteen or twenty—By gracious! -I wish I had that money dug up now.”</p> - -<p>The longer Nat dwelt upon the matter the -greater haste seemed necessary and the longer -the distance was to the Nickerson woods. He -broke into a dog trot before he was fairly out of -sight of the city, and by the time he climbed the -fence that threaded the bushes he was nearly exhausted. -Everything there was just as he left it; -but so out of breath was Nat that he threw himself -on his bed of boughs and heartily wished he -possessed the strength of a dozen men. At length -he sprang up and went to work. He must do -something or else see his fortune slip through -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">183</span> -his grasp. He cut the lever with which to move -the rock, trimmed it off neatly and catching up -his pick-ax and spade he jumped across the -brook and made his way up the hill. Hastily -clearing away the bushes that had grown up -around the rock he thrust his lever under one side -of it, got under the other end, and to his surprise -the rock moved with scarcely an effort on his -part.</p> - -<p>“Hail Columbia happy land!” gasped Nat, -as he eased up for a moment on the lever and -surged upon it to obtain a new hold upon the -rock. “The thing moves, and that proves that -it has been pried out of its bed before. Come -out here and let us see what’s under you.”</p> - -<p>The rock was heavier than Nat thought it -was, but by dint of sheer hard work he finally -succeeded in getting it out of its bed and moved -away so that he could use his spade. To have -seen him go about his work one would have -thought he had an all day’s job before him and -that he was to ask for his pay when his work was -done. Although his face was very white and his -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">184</span> -hands trembled, he took a spadeful of earth before -he threw it out, and once, when he saw the -perspiration gathering upon him, he stopped, -took off his hat and wiped his forehead ere he set -in again.</p> - -<p>“I just know there is something here, but I -will take it easy and by the time I strike the money—but -perhaps it isn’t money at all,” murmured -Nat, pausing in his exertions to see how -much he had accomplished. “Whatever there -is, it has got to come out.”</p> - -<p>Before Nat got down as far as he wanted to -go he came to the conclusion that Mr. Nickerson -must have thought that he had plenty of time -at his disposal, for he dug down at least two feet -before he struck anything. But the earth was -soft, in all these years it had not become packed -at all, and that showed that there had been somebody -there before him. At length his spade -hit something hard—something which he could -not remove. He dug down by the side of it and -then found that it was a board which completely -filled up the space. To get the dirt off of the -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">185</span> -rest of the board was comparatively easy, and -then Nat threw out his spade, stepped to one -side and placed his hands under it. The sight -that met his gaze was enough to deprive him of -the little strength he had left. The space below -him was literally filled up with bags—small bags, -to be sure, but one of them was so heavy that -when Nat came to lift it from its place and put -it out of the hole so that he could examine it, he -found that handling it was quite as much as he -wanted to do.</p> - -<p>“Hail Columbia happy land!” said Nat -again. “I am in luck for once in my life. There -is more than $5,000 in that bag.”</p> - -<p>Nat followed the bag out of the hole, carefully -untied the string with which it was closed -and he was astonished at what he saw. The -bag was filled with gold pieces, twenties and tens -and fives down to ones. That one bag alone -must have contained almost the sum he had -named.</p> - -<p>“Now everything depends upon my quickness,” -said Nat, seating himself beside the bag -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">186</span> -and looking thoughtfully at the others. “What -shall I do with them now that I have got them? -I must put them somewhere else.”</p> - -<p>Nat went about this work as though he could -see into the future and knew what was going to -happen there in his camp in less than ten minutes. -He sprang into the hole again and as fast -as he could raise the bags they came out on the -earth he had shoveled up. Then he came out and -running into his camp seized Peleg’s valise and -emptied the contents upon the ground. It was -better than nothing, although it would not hold -more than two bags. The other one he carried -under his arm and then began looking around for -some place to hide them. It did not matter much -where he put them so long as they could effectually -hide the spot from curious eyes. At last -he stopped before a huge log which had a quantity -of leaves piled against it. To scrape those -leaves away with his hands was an easy matter, -and his bags were hastily put in, and yet -there was enough for three others. They were -quickly stowed away in the new place, and with -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">187</span> -the spade Nat made everything look as natural -as it did before.</p> - -<p>The next thing was to fill up the hole and -restore the rock to its bed. It seemed to him -that this was a task beyond his powers but perseverance -conquers all obstacles, and when it -was done he threw some leaves over the earth -that was scattered around, put the branches back -in their place and then he was tired enough to -sit down; but there was still one thing that remained -to be done. The contents of Peleg’s valise -had to be returned, and when this was done, -without any reference being made to the order in -which his underwear was placed, and his spade -and pick-ax had been brought under the lean-to -and the ax hidden away in the bushes, Nat was -ready to sit down and draw a long breath of relief.</p> - -<p>“Hail Columbia, happy land!” said he to -himself. “It is better to be born lucky than -rich. There must be as much as thirty or forty -thousand dollars in those bags. It is mine, Mr. -Nickerson told me that he had no kith or kin -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_188">188</span> -to leave it to, and I will die before I will give it -up. I am quite willing that anybody should come -in here and go all over the woods, and if he did -not see me hide the money he will have his trouble -for his pains.”</p> - -<p>While this thought was passing through -his mind he heard a sudden rattling in the bushes -behind him, and before he could start to his -feet to see who it was, the branches parted and -Jonas Keeler’s forbidding face came through. -The face, half hidden by thick, bushy whiskers, -did not look much as it did when Nat last saw -him. There was an eager expression upon it, -and his hands trembled so that he could scarcely -take his rifle down from his shoulder.</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, we have found you at last,” said -Jonas, with a grin.</p> - -<p>“Yes sir, you have found me at last,” repeated -Nat, sinking back upon his bed of boughs -again.</p> - -<p>Just at that moment the bushes parted again -and Caleb came out. He seemed more eager than -his father was. He looked all around to make sure -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_189">189</span> -that there was no one else present, and then -walked into the camp as though he had a right to.</p> - -<p>“Thank goodness here’s a gun,” said he, -and the tenderness with which he picked up his -single barrel and looked it carefully over, would -have led one to believe that it was worth money. -“Did you see anything to shoot with it?”</p> - -<p>“No,” replied Nat. “The woods were perfectly -quiet last night.”</p> - -<p>“Now, Nat, let us come to business at once,” -said Jonas setting his rifle down by the side of a -tree and pushing back his sleeve. “Where is the -money that you have come here to dig up?” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_190">190</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>Two Brave Hunters.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">“Ghosts,”</span> said Jonas Keeler, leaning his -back against the side of the barn and -crossing his legs. “I didn’t know that -there was any around here, although we used to -hear and see plenty of them down in Pike County -where I lived when I was a boy.”</p> - -<p>“Where did you go to find them, pap?” -asked Caleb, who seemed to be deeply interested -in what his father had to say.</p> - -<p>“We didn’t go anywhere to see them. They -generally came to us, and they came, too, just -when we didn’t want to see them. We -used to find them in grave-yards; and now and -then they would come into our barns and houses. -What did they do to you, Peleg? You need not -be afraid to speak of them here, because there -ain’t no ghosts about.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_191">191</span></p> - -<p>“They didn’t do anything to me,” answered -Peleg, “cause why, I got afraid and dug out.”</p> - -<p>Peleg had been looking for a place to sit -down, and when nothing else offered he sat down -on the floor of the barn and drew his feet under -him. His story was a long one and immensely -thrilling. He said that he and Nat did not hear -anything out of the ordinary until they came to -Manchester, and then the storekeeper put them -on their guard. He told about the queer things -he had heard while going through the bushes, -and then he came to the strange words Nat had -used—“Here I am and there I am” until Jonas -began to look wild. But when he came to the -tree on the hillside which dropped its boughs -when Nat called upon him, Jonas’s face, which -had thus far betrayed the deepest interest, suddenly -gave away to a smile, and he finally threw -his head back against the barn and broke out into -a violent laugh.</p> - -<p>“Now I will tell you what’s the fact; it is -the truth and nothing else,” stammered Peleg, -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_192">192</span> -who was lost in wonder. “I saw it with my own -eyes.”</p> - -<p>“No doubt you did,” said Jonas, wiping his -eyes to get rid of the tears that held to them. -“But don’t you know that that was the sign of -falling weather? If you don’t, you have lived in -this country a good while for nothing.”</p> - -<p>“That’s what I tell him,” said Mr. Graves. -“He has got so interested in the ghosts that he -is willing to believe he sees ghosts in everything.”</p> - -<p>“Well, all I have to say is, let them that -think differently go down there and stay all -night,” said Peleg. “I won’t do it for no man’s -money.”</p> - -<p>“Did Nat feel afraid when you spoke of -the ghosts?” asked Jonas.</p> - -<p>“Naw. That boy ain’t afraid of anything. -He even called after me when I started for home -to come back again, but I didn’t go.”</p> - -<p>“Caleb, have you got them cows milked?” -asked Jonas, getting upon his feet. “Then you -had better stir your stumps and we will go in -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_193">193</span> -and get some breakfast. It is after grub time -now, and I begin to feel hungry.”</p> - -<p>“Well, Jonas, what are you going to do?” -inquired Mr. Graves, who somehow took this as a -gentle hint that he had got through with their -conversation. “Are you going down there to -see about that money?”</p> - -<p>“Naw,” said Jonas; whereupon Caleb, who -had gathered up a milk-bucket, turned and looked -at him with mouth and eyes wide open. “There -ain’t no money there. When Nat gets tired of -looking for it he will come back.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Graves acted as though he wanted to say -something else, but Jonas picked up a fork and -began tossing about the fodder and paid no further -attention to him. He waited a minute or -two, then motioned to Peleg, put his rifle on his -shoulder and went out. Jonas continued tossing -about the fodder until they were well on their -way to the house, and then stood the fork up -where it belonged and called to Caleb in a whisper: -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_194">194</span></p> - -<p>“Say; do you believe all that boy said about -ghosts?” said he.</p> - -<p>“Yes. Don’t you?” said Caleb in surprise.</p> - -<p>“No, I don’t. There may be some down -there—I ain’t disputing that; but Nat never used -words to help him look for that money. Say, I -am going down there.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, pap!” was all Caleb could say in reply.</p> - -<p>“I am, and if there is money there, I will -bet you he has found it.”</p> - -<p>“But, pap, you said there wasn’t any there.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t you see I said that just to keep old -man Graves and his boy at home? Hurry up -and milk them cows and I will hitch up the -horse.”</p> - -<p>“Are you going with the wagon?”</p> - -<p>“Course. It is easier to ride than it is to -walk, and the first thing we know—”</p> - -<p>“Must I go with you?” said Caleb, almost -ready to drop.</p> - -<p>“Of course you are. I can’t go alone; and -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_195">195</span> -think of the money we will have when we come -back!”</p> - -<p>“Well, pap, you can go and I’ll stay here. -It ain’t safe to go. Peleg has been down there -and he said he would not go again for no man’s -money. I’ve got a heap of work to do—”</p> - -<p>“Now, Caleb, you just shut up about the -work you’ve got to do,” said Jonas angrily. -“You will have to go with me and that is all -about it. If Nat is not afraid of the ghosts, why -should you be?”</p> - -<p>“Yes; but you know how good Nat was to -the old man when he was alive. If I had been -that way, I could have gone, too.”</p> - -<p>Jonas evidently did not hear this last remark -of Caleb’s, for he seized the harness and -went in to fix up the horse which did not look able -to travel twenty miles to save his life. But then -that was the way that Jonas’s stock all looked. -In a few minutes he had the harness on and led -him out of the barn to hitch him to the wagon. -It was just at this time that Mr. Graves and his -party were going outside the bars and his wife -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_196">196</span> -was coming down the walk to meet him. She -was coming with long strides, too, as if she had -something on her mind.</p> - -<p>“Say, Jonas,” said she, as soon as she was -near enough to make him hear.</p> - -<p>“Well, say it yourself,” retorted Jonas. -“I know all about it. I am going down to old -man Nickerson’s woods, me and Caleb are, and -we are going to have that money. Have you -anything to say against it?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, Jonas, don’t you know that there are -ghosts down there?” said Mrs. Keeler, almost -ready to believe that the man had taken leave of -his senses to propose such a thing.</p> - -<p>“Then that’s what his wife stopped in the -house for,” said Jonas, and he shouted out the -words so that Mr. Graves could hear them. -“What does she know about ghosts? Now I -heard all Peleg’s story, and I listened to it as -though I believed it; but if Nat is down there and -can stay there all night without the ghosts troubling -him, why can’t other people do it, too? -There ain’t no ghosts there.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_197">197</span></p> - -<p>“Do you really think so, Jonas?”</p> - -<p>“I know it. You see by going with the -horse we’ll get there in the daytime, and everybody -knows that ghosts can’t hurt you then. I -will make him get that money and then me and -you will have good times.”</p> - -<p>“But maybe Nat won’t do it. He would be -a fule to tell you where that money is hidden.”</p> - -<p>Jonas was by this time engaged in hitching -one of the traces to the whiffletree of the wagon. -He stopped in his work, leaned against his horse -which did not seem able to bear any weight but -his own, and put his hands into his pockets.</p> - -<p>“That boy is a plumb dunce if he is going -down there to find that money and then give it -up to you, who didn’t do the first thing toward -helping him,” continued Mrs. Keeler.</p> - -<p>“What’s the reason Nat won’t give up the -money to me?” demanded Jonas.</p> - -<p>“Because you won’t have your switch -handy.”</p> - -<p>“I have my knife in my pocket, and I tell -you that switches are as handy down there in the -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_198">198</span> -woods as they be up here,” said Jonas, once -more turning to his work. “What did that old -woman Graves have to say to you?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, she told the awfulest stories of what -Peleg had seen,” said Mrs. Keeler, moving up to -be a little closer to her husband. “She told about -the heads and horns coming out of the bushes—”</p> - -<p>“She made that all up out of her own head,” -interrupted Jonas, who became angry again. -“Peleg did not see anything, because if he had, -Nat would have become frightened, too. Now is -breakfast ready? I am just crazy to be on my -way to them woods. When you see us coming -back, you can just take them old caliker gowns -of yours and bundle them into the fire. You -won’t have any more use for them.”</p> - -<p>Mrs. Keeler tried to look pleased at this, but -somehow or other she could not help thinking -of the work Jonas would have to do before she -could take those “caliker gowns” and tumble -them into the fire. But she did not say any more -for she knew it would be useless. She led the -way toward the house to get breakfast ready, and -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_199">199</span> -Jonas followed with the wagon. Caleb came -along presently with the milk, and he was the -most sober one in the lot. He knew better than -to refuse to go with his father, for there was -that switch down in the barn. It had not been -brought into use since his father threatened to -apply it to Nat for saying that he would not give -up the shoes he had purchased, and Caleb did -not want to see it brought out for his benefit.</p> - -<p>Jonas was evidently not at ease during -breakfast, for he talked incessantly about the -money which he knew was there, and the way he -was going to induce Nat to show it to him.</p> - -<p>“Just let me touch that switch to him once -and see how quick he will run to that place where -the money is hidden,” said Jonas, with an approving -wink at his son. “He will go so fast that -you can’t see him for the dust. If he don’t do -it, I have another thing that will get next to him. -I’ll tie him up and leave him there in the woods -without a bite to eat or a drop to drink, and see -how long he will be in coming to his senses.”</p> - -<p>The breakfast being over there was nothing -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_200">200</span> -to detain them. Caleb got up and took down his -father’s rifle which he closely examined. With -that in his hands he was pretty sure that he could -fight his way with any ghost that came in his -path.</p> - -<p>“Put a double charge of powder in there and -two bullets,” said Jonas. “That’s the way I -come it over a deer, and I will bet you if one of -them ghosts gets those balls in his head—Well, -he will be a dead ghost, that’s all.”</p> - -<p>“You will let me carry the rifle, won’t you?” -said Caleb.</p> - -<p>“No, I reckon I had best carry it myself and -you do the driving,” said Jonas, stretching out -his hand for the weapon. “You can drive that -old horse a heap faster than I can, and if I see -one of those horns stuck out from the bushes—”</p> - -<p>“Now, Jonas, don’t talk that way,” whined -Mrs. Keeler, casting uneasy glances about the -room. “There may be one of them here now.”</p> - -<p>“Naw, there ain’t. There ain’t no ghosts in -the world. If you are ready Caleb, jump in. -You will see us somewhere about sun-down.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_201">201</span></p> - -<p>Jonas went ahead to lower the bars so that -the wagon could drive through, and then, paying -no further attention to his wife, he climbed to his -seat, and Caleb cracked the whip and drove off.</p> - -<p>“Hit the old fellow and make him go -faster,” said Jonas. “We must get there by -sun up, and have plenty of time to do the work -besides. If we don’t, we have got to come home -in the dark.”</p> - -<p>This was all the encouragement that Caleb -needed to make him keep up a tremendous beating -of the horse all the way to Manchester. The -horse suffered and did his best, but he did not -seem to carry them over the miles very rapidly; -but at length, to Caleb’s immense relief, the village -appeared in sight. Of course the travelers -were hungry and the horse needed watering, and -so they drew up before the store at which Nat -had purchased his things. Of course, too, the -storekeeper knew them; he knew everybody within -a circle of twenty miles around, and greeted -them very cordially.</p> - -<p>“Well, if there ain’t Jonas,” said he, briskly. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_202">202</span> -“Are you going up to the woods to see how -Nat is getting on? He was in here an hour or so -ago, but I don’t see what he got those things for. -He told me that he was going to look at some timber, -and he bought a pick-ax and spade. Now -what is he going to do with them?”</p> - -<p>This was the same man who had waited on -Nat when he was in the store, and he was determined -to find out what those digging implements -were to be used for. The customer whom he had -consulted, was outside attending to some necessary -business and getting a team ready to go up -to Mr. Nickerson’s woods and find out, but he -looked upon Jonas’s coming as a most fortunate -thing, and he hoped that by some adroit questioning -he could learn something; but he soon gave it -up as a bad job.</p> - -<p>“Now the boy doesn’t want a pick-ax and -spade to find timber with, does he?” continued -the storekeeper. “He must be going to dig in -the ground with them, and I would like to know -what he is after. He said he was going to repair -some fences; but I did not believe it.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_203">203</span></p> - -<p>“Give me ten cents’ worth of crackers and -ten cents’ worth of cheese,” said Jonas, who -wanted to get a little time to think about this matter. -“I believe we are going to have falling -weather before long.”</p> - -<p>“It looks like it now,” said the man, hurrying -to fulfill Jonas’s order. “We need rain badly. -What did you say Nat wanted that spade and -pick-ax for?”</p> - -<p>“Oh yes; he is going to fix some fences, and -of course he needs a spade to get the blocks in -right,” said Jonas, who had been doing some tremendous -thinking while the storekeeper was getting -out his crackers and cheese. “I am going -up to look at him and see that he does his work -right Yes, the old man is dead,” said he, in reply -to a question. “And if I can pay the tax -rates on this place I shall have it.”</p> - -<p>“Did he leave you anything?” asked the -storekeeper. “I suppose that is what you are -looking out for.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know why I should look for that -more’n anything else,” said Jonas, in a tone of -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_204">204</span> -voice that showed the storekeeper that he did not -care to answer any more questions on this point. -“The money was his own, and he left it to whom -he pleased.”</p> - -<p>Having secured his crackers and cheese and -the horse having drunk all he could, Jonas and -Caleb climbed into the wagon again and continued -on their way. At this moment the customer -drove up with a team.</p> - -<p>“It is no go, Eph,” said the storekeeper. -“That’s Jonas in that wagon. He did not say -anything about money, but I will tell you what I -think: If the old man has left any money, he has -got it hidden up there in the woods. Let us wait -until the boy comes down here and then go for -him.”</p> - -<p>“It beats the world how everybody seems to -think that the old man had left us some money,” -said Jonas, as plainly as a mouthful of cracker -would permit. “Everyone seems to think that -the old man had money, and I believe he had, too. -And it all rests with Nat. If he’s found it I am -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_205">205</span> -going to know where it is. Hit him hard, Caleb, -and make him go faster.”</p> - -<p>The six miles that lay between them and the -village seemed to have lengthened out wonderfully, -but the old horse finally covered the distance -at last and drew up at the place where the -boys had crossed the fence to enter the bushes. -There had been somebody through there, that -was plain; but Caleb’s eyes grew wild when he -looked at the dark masses of brush that lay before -him; and even Jonas was not quite so lively -as he had been.</p> - -<p>“I tell you it is mighty dark in there,” said -the elder, getting his rifle into shape for instant -shooting. “Go ahead, Caleb.”</p> - -<p>“Now I won’t do it,” said Caleb, seizing his -father’s arm and trying to push him toward the -fence. “Give me the gun and I’ll go.”</p> - -<p>But that gun was something that Jonas did -not want to part with. He felt safe when he had -that weapon, and that was more than could be -said if Caleb had charge of it.</p> - -<p>“Well, stay right close behind me and then -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_206">206</span> -nobody can hurt you,” said Jonas, speaking two -words for himself and one for Caleb. “Don’t -run away. The best way to fight these ghosts is -to—”</p> - -<p>“But, pap, you say there isn’t any,” Caleb -reminded him.</p> - -<p>“Now I don’t believe there is; but it is well -to be on the safe side. Come on, now.”</p> - -<p>It was hard work for Jonas to screw up his -courage to cross the fence, but he finally did it -at last. As soon as he was safe in the bushes -Caleb scrambled after him. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_207">207</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>The Rabbit’s Foot.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">Jonas</span> and Caleb found it a hard task to work -their way through those thick bushes toward -the back end of Mr. Nickerson’s dooryard. -There had been a path in former times, -but it had been used so very seldom of late that -the briers and branches had grown over it until -it was pretty nearly obstructed. Caleb listened -for the queer sounds that Peleg had heard while -going through there, but nothing attracted his -attention and he began to believe that there was -nothing unusual in there. Jonas worked his -way ahead without saying anything, and finally -pushed the last bush aside and sprang out in full -view of Nat’s camp. He cast his eager eyes -around to see if any of the money had been dug -up, but he could see nothing of it. Nat looked -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_208">208</span> -just like a hunter who was enjoying a rest after -a long day in the woods.</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, we have found you at last,” were -the first words Jonas uttered. “Now where is -the money that you have come to dig up?”</p> - -<p>“What money?” inquired Nat, slowly rising -to his feet.</p> - -<p>“Aw! What money?” shouted Jonas, going -under the lean-to, catching up Peleg’s valise and -shaking it to be sure that there was no money in -it. “I mean that money you have come here to -dig up—the money that old man Nickerson hid -here during the war; the money that you have -been drawing on to buy him tobacco? Where is -it?”</p> - -<p>“You have the camp and you see everything -that is to be seen,” said Nat. “Where the money -is I don’t know. Yes, I do know,” he added to -himself. “But I am going to keep it to myself.”</p> - -<p>“Whoo-pee!” said Jonas again. “Did you -come down here for nothing? I know you didn’t; -and I must know where that money is and all -about it, or there will be the worst whipped boy -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_209">209</span> -here in these woods that you ever heard tell of. -Once more and for the last time, I ask you where -it is.”</p> - -<p>“You can just look around and find it for -yourself,” replied Nat, who, by gradually working -his way around, had succeeded in getting between -Jonas and the bushes. “If Mr. Nickerson -left any money I don’t know where it is. He -would not leave it up here in the woods for it to -rot all away and do nobody any good.”</p> - -<p>“No, I don’t think he would do that. He -thought too much of a dollar to waste it in that -way; but he could leave it up here in the woods -and tell you where to find it when he was through -with it. Now, Nat, where is it? Tell me, honor -bright, and I will give you half of it; I will, so -sure as I stand here.”</p> - -<p>“You must look around and find it, for I -don’t know where it is,” replied Nat; and the expression -on his face showed that he was in earnest -in his decision to keep the hiding place of the -money all to himself. “If you find it you can -have it all.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_210">210</span></p> - -<p>“I’ll bet you I do, and you will go without -shoes and clothes this winter,” said Jonas, slipping -his hand into his pocket and looking around -at the trees as if he were searching for a switch. -“I made you an offer and you won’t take it, and -now I will look for myself; but first you are going -to have something to remember that offer by. -What do you find there, Caleb?”</p> - -<p>“There ain’t nothing in Peleg’s valise because -I have looked all through it,” replied Caleb. -“But here is something I can’t see into.”</p> - -<p>As he spoke he passed the spade over to his -father, running his fingers through some dirt that -still adhered to it.</p> - -<p>“That spade has been used since it came up -here, and if it could speak it would tell you something -about the money,” continued Caleb. “He -has dug it up and hid it away in another place.”</p> - -<p>“Caleb, you are right” said Jonas, examining -the spade. “Now where is it? Caleb, you -just keep an eye on him while I cut a switch. I -will bet you that he will tell all about it in less’n -five minutes.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_211">211</span></p> - -<p>“I can’t tell you about a thing that I don’t -know,” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“No; but you only think you have forgotten. -A switch has a big means of starting one’s intellect, -and when you see that swinging over your -head, you will think faster than you do now.”</p> - -<p>“Pap, I believe we are onto the track of the -money at last,” said Caleb, who seemed to have -forgotten all about the ghosts. “Lay it onto him -good fashion, and we’ll go back home—by gracious! -I wouldn’t take ten dollars for my chance.”</p> - -<p>The words seemed to encourage Jonas, who -presently pulled down a big bough and began to -cut it loose. It was a large limb, larger than the -one he would have taken to beat his horse with, -and while he used his knife upon it, Caleb slipped -around until he got on the outside of Nat, that is -between him and the bushes, and stood regarding -him with a smile of intense satisfaction.</p> - -<p>“Don’t hit me with that thing,” said Nat, -suddenly straightening up until he seemed to -grow larger and stronger than Caleb had ever -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_212">212</span> -seen him look before. “If you do you will at -ways regret it.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, no, I won’t hit you with it,” said -Jonas, with a sort of laugh that sounded more -like the growl of an enraged animal. “I’ll just -wear you out with it unless you tell me what has -been going on here and all about it. You know -where that money is, and I am going to find out -before I let you go. You hear me?”</p> - -<p>There was something about Nat that did not -look exactly right to Caleb. He thought that his -father had undertaken a bigger job than he could -accomplish by endeavoring to force the boy to -tell where his money was hidden, and if he could -work it some way so as to get “upon Nat’s blind -side” and coax him to tell what he wanted to -know, why the way would be so much the easier -for them. He resolved to try it, but he did not -have time to try it all.</p> - -<p>“Come now, Nat, you see how pap is going -to lick you, don’t you?” said he. “Now tell me -where the money is and you will get off scott free. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_213">213</span> -Come now, Nat. Me and you has always been the -best of friends—”</p> - -<p>What else Caleb was going to say he did -not have time to say it, that is while he was -standing erect. The place on which Nat was -standing was suddenly vacant, Caleb’s left arm -received a wrench and his foot a trip, and both -of them sent him headlong into the bushes. A -moment afterward Nat dashed into the bushes -and was out of sight in an instant.</p> - -<p>“By gum!” said Caleb, slowly raising himself -upon his elbow and gazing in the direction -Nat had taken. “Pap, he has got away.”</p> - -<p>“<i>Well!</i>” exclaimed Jonas, who being concealed -from view of the boys had not seen Nat -when he made his bold dash for freedom. “Has -he run away?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir, he has run away; and he throwed -me—”</p> - -<p>Jonas came around the tree and found that -Nat was not there. He glanced all around in -every direction but the boy he had hoped to try -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_214">214</span> -the switch upon was somewhere else. Caleb was -just crawling to his feet.</p> - -<p>“And did you stand there and let him go?” -demanded Jonas, and he half raised the switch as -if he had a mind to lay it over Caleb’s shoulders. -“Why didn’t you stop him?”</p> - -<p>“You might as well try to stop a hurricane -as to stop that fellow,” said Caleb, holding one -hand to his elbow. “I never saw a boy go so before.”</p> - -<p>“Well, now, catch him; catch him,” shouted -Jonas. “Which way did he go?”</p> - -<p>“Out there among the bushes; and pap, I -just ain’t a-going in there after him. Maybe he’ll -get those ghosts on his side.”</p> - -<p>Jonas, who had been on the point of rushing -into the bushes in pursuit of Nat, stopped when -he heard those words and pulled off his hat and -dashed it upon the ground at his feet. Then -Caleb saw that his father was afraid of ghosts -as he was himself. It was only his desire to possess -the money that had induced him to come -there. Caleb stood holding fast to his elbow and -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_215">215</span> -waiting to see what he was going to do about it.</p> - -<p>“Dog-gone such luck!” said Jonas.</p> - -<p>“That’s just what I say,” replied Caleb. -“Why did not the old man leave his money to you -or mam like he had oughter do? Now nobody -won’t get it.”</p> - -<p>“Nobody except that miserable Nat,” sputtered -Jonas. “I have a good notion to use the -switch on you for letting him go.”</p> - -<p>“Well, pap, you would not make anything -by that. I was talking to him like a Dutch uncle, -and the first thing I knew I was flat on my back, -and he was just going out of sight. I did not hear -anything of him from the time he struck the -bushes. Do you hear him now?”</p> - -<p>Jonas listened but all the sound he heard was -the chirping of birds and the faint sough of the -wind as the breeze swept through the bushes. -Everything was as still as a graveyard; it seemed -too still for the woods. Jonas listened for a moment -and then gathered up his hat and put it on -his head. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_216">216</span></p> - -<p>“Let’s go home,” whispered Caleb. “This -ain’t no place for us.”</p> - -<p>“That’s just what I was thinking of,” said -Jonas, in the same cautious whisper. “Let’s take -everything he has got in his lean-to and dig out. -We shall have to hurry because it will be dark before -we reach home.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t believe in taking Peleg’s valise and -gun back to him,” observed Caleb. “He brought -them out here and he can take them back.”</p> - -<p>“Well, that is so,” said Jonas, who was busy -picking up the spade and pick-ax and such provisions -as he could find. “But in the present opportunity -we want Peleg and his pap to believe -that we were here. We have got a fearful story -to tell when we go back, and we want them to believe -us.”</p> - -<p>“That is so, too; but, pap, we won’t go back -through the bushes, will we?”</p> - -<p>“Not much we won’t,” exclaimed Jonas, as -if he were surprised at the mere mention of such -a thing. “Nat’s in there, and who knows but -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">217</span> -what he has got some of the ghosts to help him -along?”</p> - -<p>“I’ll bet you that is just what he did,” said -Caleb, dropping the armful of things which he -had gathered up. “I did not hear hide nor hair -of him after he got into the bushes.”</p> - -<p>Father and son were not long in picking up -the things that were scattered about the lean-to -(they did not find the ax because that was concealed -in the bushes), and with them in their -hands they beat a hasty retreat from the camp, -following the course that Peleg had pursued -when he was there on a former occasion. They -reached the bars, stopping now and then to cast -furtive glances behind them, and when they got -fairly into the road their courage began to return -to them.</p> - -<p>“I will tell you just what is the matter with -us,” said Jonas. “We have not got a rabbit’s -foot between us.”</p> - -<p>“I do think in my soul that that’s what’s the -matter,” said Caleb, stopping short and looking -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_218">218</span> -at his father. “Do you reckon that Nat has one -of them?”</p> - -<p>Now a rabbit’s foot is something that is held -in high esteem by the negroes at the South, and -by some of the white people, too. Whenever you -kill a rabbit, take one of the feet off and put it -into your pocket; or, if you are already provided -for in that respect, take the foot and give it to -some one who has not got any. Thus equipped -you are free from every danger. Ghosts can not -disturb you, and if you have to pass a graveyard -or a house that is haunted after dark, it will see -you safely through. Beyond a doubt this was -what was the matter with Jonas and his son. -They had thought of their rabbit’s feet when it -was too late to be of service to them. They were -kept at home on the mantle piece, snugly stowed -away so that they could be seized at a moment’s -warning, and they had come away and never -thought a word about them.</p> - -<p>“Now did anybody ever hear of such luck?” -said Jonas, in disgust. “I have a rabbit’s foot -and so have you; and by leaving them at home is -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_219">219</span> -what has beaten us. We will go down there to-morrow -or next day and see what luck we shall -have.”</p> - -<p>“Do you reckon that Nat has one of them!” -repeated Caleb, who was greatly relieved to know -what it was that had brought them such ill luck. -“Of course he had, or he never could have called -upon them ghosts to help him.”</p> - -<p>“Dog-gone such luck,” repeated Jonas, who -kept turning this matter over in his mind. “He -wouldn’t go away and leave his rabbit’s foot behind -when he was engaged in such business, -would he? I tell you I am going to keep it in my -pocket wherever I go. It ain’t safe to be without -it.”</p> - -<p>It was a long way by the road to the place -where they had left their horse, and every step of -the way they looked at the bushes fearful that -Nat would come out at them accompanied by one -or more of the ghosts. When they reached the -wagon Jonas climbed in without any words, leaving -Caleb to turn the horse around, and to take -care of his rifle which he hastily handed to him. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_220">220</span></p> - -<p>“I think I will drive going back,” said he, -“He is going toward home now, and perhaps I -can make him step pearter than you did.”</p> - -<p>Caleb saw through his father’s little trick, -but he gave in to it without saying a word. He -was going to have the handling of the rifle now, -and he breathed a good deal easier as he clutched -the weapon and seated himself on the seat beside -Jonas. He did not care if Nat had three or four -ghosts to back him up. He was a sure shot with a -gun, and he was certain that there would be one -ghost less in the country should one show himself.</p> - -<p>The old horse stepped out wonderfully under -the new driver, and it was not long before Jonas’s -courage all came back to him and he could talk -about what happened there in Mr. Nickerson’s -dooryard without shouting himself hoarse.</p> - -<p>“That there is what’s the matter with us, -Caleb,” said he, turning on his seat and greeting -him with an approving wink. “It beats the -world, as long as I have lived in this country, -that I did not think of that rabbit’s foot before -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_221">221</span> -I left home. But we will try them again some -day—”</p> - -<p>“It has got to be pretty soon too, pap,” interrupted -Caleb. “Nat has seen that money already. -He has got it hidden somewhere else.”</p> - -<p>“I believe you are right,” said Jonas, “or -else how come that dirt on his spade? And to -think we had to give it up just on account of not -having that rabbit’s foot! These little things -sometimes make big changes in our affairs, Caleb?”</p> - -<p>Caleb must have thought of this matter all -the way home, but he breathed a little easier when -the ancestral roof came in sight. His mother -was there and she came down to the bars to lower -them. As the tired old horse entered the yard -she looked at Jonas, but the latter shook his head -in a most discouraging manner.</p> - -<p>“I just knew how it would be,” said she.</p> - -<p>“And just on account of leaving that rabbit’s -foot behind,” said Caleb.</p> - -<p>“I noticed them, and I had a good notion to -holler at you and tell you to take them with you,” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_222">222</span> -said Mrs. Keeler. “But I supposed that you -knew what you were doing.”</p> - -<p>None of the family said anything more until -they had got to the barn and turned the horse -out, and fed him with a handful of grass, and -then Jonas seated himself on a bucket, which he -turned upside down, and gave his wife a full history -of the events that had happened to them -since they went away in the morning; that is he -had the groundwork of truth for its foundation, -but there was many a little item which he put in -that occurred to him as he went along. Whenever -he touched upon anything which his wife found -it hard to believe, he always appealed to Caleb, -and the latter never failed to corroborate all he -said.</p> - -<p>“And do you think that he got those spirits -to help him when he went into the bushes?” asked -Mrs. Keeler.</p> - -<p>“He did; else why didn’t he make some noise -while he was going through them?” asked Jonas, -in reply. “He went along as still as a bird on the -wing. It was of no use for anybody to try to follow -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_223">223</span> -him. Well, that is once we failed, but the -next time we will fight him with his own weapons. -Caleb, don’t you forget those two rabbits’ -feet the next time we go.”</p> - -<p>“You bet I won’t,” replied Caleb. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">224</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>The Storekeeper in Action.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">Nat’s</span> heart was in his month because he -did not believe he could escape from -Jonas, and Caleb so easily. The noise he -necessarily made in running through the bushes -would naturally guide them in the pursuit, and -Jonas was noted for his lightness of foot, and -Caleb also, for that matter. But it was now or -never. The switch was being prepared for him, -and in a few minutes more he would feel the full -weight of Jonas’s arm; and that it would fall by -all his strength, Nat did not doubt in the least.</p> - -<p>“Here goes,” said Nat, to himself. “If I -fail they can’t any more than whip me, and if I -get away—”</p> - -<p>Nat did not wait to finish all the sentence -that was in his mind. He bounded from his -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_225">225</span> -place as if he had been set upon springs, a short -skirmish with Caleb who was overturned as easily -as a child, and he was safe in the bushes which -closed up behind him, and the twigs in his path -seemed to give away before him on their own accord. -He ran down the path with all the speed -he could command, jumped as far to the left as he -could and stretched himself out flat on the ground -and waited to see what was going to happen. By -the merest accident he lay down not ten feet from -his camp, and consequently he was within full -hearing of their voices while they remained there.</p> - -<p>“By gum!” said Caleb, slowly, as he picked -himself up from the bushes into which he had -been thrown. “Pap, he has got away.”</p> - -<p>He heard Jonas when he came around the -trees and knew when he raised the switch intending -to use it on Caleb for not keeping guard over -Nat. He listened in the hope that Caleb would -feel the full force of that switch, for he had a long -account against him and he did not think that any -blow he could have received would have been -amiss. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_226">226</span></p> - -<p>“He has got my shoes,” said Nat to himself, -and it was all that he could do to refrain from -speaking the words outright. “Give him a few -good licks to pay him for that.”</p> - -<p>But we know that Jonas did not use the -switch upon Caleb, but talked with him about -other matters. He knew when they examined the -spade again to find the dirt upon it, but all -thoughts that they would pursue him were turned -into another channel by Caleb’s request: “Let -us go home. This is no place for us.” But there -was another fear that came over him just then. -They were going home, but they intended to remove -everything there was in his camp, provisions -and all, and leave Nat to get along as best -he could.</p> - -<p>“Never mind; I’ve got my money in my -hat,” said Nat, pulling off the article in question -and feeling of his roll of bills. “And even if he -robs me, what harm will it do? I have some more -money stowed away, and it is where nobody can -find it.”</p> - -<p>Nat lay there in his concealment and waited -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_227">227</span> -patiently for Jonas and Caleb to get through with -picking up the articles they wanted to take with -them and leave the camp. He knew they would -not come back through the bushes, but would go -across the field and so steer clear of them. He -drew a long breath of relief, and finally raised -himself upon his knees as they passed out of the -ravine, but still he did not think it wise to show -himself until the creaking of wheels, loudly proclaiming -their need of wagon grease, was heard, -slowly at first, then increasing in volume as the -horse responded to the whip, and when it had -died away entirely he got upon his feet and made -his way back to the camp. Everything that could -have been of use to him had disappeared.</p> - -<p>“Now the next thing will be something else -and what shall it be?” said Nat, throwing himself -upon his bed of boughs and turning the matter -over in his mind. “I can’t live without something -to eat—that is plain enough to be seen; and -I don’t know about going down to Manchester for -more grub. Of course somebody there saw Jonas -when he came through, and what kind of an excuse -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_228">228</span> -will I make for coming back there after more -provisions! I have told so many lies lately that -I want to keep out of it now, if I can.”</p> - -<p>For ten minutes Nat laid there trying to -make up his mind what to do, and then got up -prepared for action. He wanted to see where he -had left his money, and then he would go on to -Manchester and be governed by circumstances. -If Jonas had not stopped there to converse upon -his object of going to old man Nickerson’s fields, -well and good. He would purchase some new -clothes, the first he had ever owned, enough crackers -and cheese to last him on his way to St Louis, -come back to his camp after dark, secure his -money, and then the place which had known him -so long would know him no more forever. When -be was away among strangers and nobody knew -who he was, he would be ready to begin his life -over again.</p> - -<p>“That is what I will do,” said Nat, wending -his way up the hill. “My first thing must be to -get some new clothes, or when I come to put that -money in the bank they will think right away that -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_229">229</span> -I have stolen it, and there will be more trouble for -me. I should not dare to send for anyone here -to prove who I am, for they would turn me out -the biggest rascal upon earth, so that they could -get the money; so what should I do? By George! -I am not out of trouble yet.”</p> - -<p>In a few minutes Nat arrived beside the log -under which he had buried Mr. Nickerson’s -money, or rather he called it his own money now, -and everything looked just as it did when he left -there. No one had been near it. He threw some -more bushes over the place, kicked some leaves -around it and then set out for Manchester. He -felt his responsibility and it is not right to say -that he carried a light heart beneath his jacket, -for he did not. He began to see that there was -a big difference in wishing for money and having -it. He found that it was some trouble to take -care of his treasure.</p> - -<p>He shortly reached the road near the spot -where Jonas and Caleb had left their horse, but -there was no one in sight. He climbed over the -fence and kept on his way, looking neither to the -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_230">230</span> -right hand nor the left, so impatient was he to -reach his journey’s end, and finally he stood in -the store where he had been several times before; -but he did not know what those two men in the -back part of the store were talking about. They -looked up as Nat entered, and instantly a smile -overspread their faces and one of them hastened -forward to greet him.</p> - -<p>“Well, if here ain’t that smart looking boy -again I don’t want a cent,” said he, and he was -so pleased to see Nat that he laughed all over. -“Say, Jonas and Caleb have just been here, and -I would like to know what made them leave in -such a hurry. They did not see any ghosts, did -they!”</p> - -<p>“No,” said Nat, in disgust. “Have you -been treating them to some stories, too? They -left some work to do back at home, and went there -to attend to it. You scared one fellow out but -you can’t scare me out.”</p> - -<p>“I never was so sorry for anything in my -life,” said the man. “I saw that Peleg could be -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_231">231</span> -easily frightened, and so I started that ghost -story on him.”</p> - -<p>“Have you got anything to eat in the store?” -asked Nat, who did not want to talk about the -ghosts any more. “They took away all the provisions -I had.”</p> - -<p>“Of course we have,” said the man briskly. -“What do you want? Say. Did you find that -money you were looking for?”</p> - -<p>“What money?” asked Nat, in surprise.</p> - -<p>“Oh, come Nat, there is no use of your trying -to play off on us in that style,” said the storekeeper; -and there was just a shade that darkened -his brow as if he were getting angry. “You went -up there to dig up some money, didn’t you, -now?”</p> - -<p>“I wish you would give me those provisions -and let me go along back,” said Nat, who did not -much like the way the man eyed him. “I don’t -know anything about any money.”</p> - -<p>“See here, Nat,” whispered the man, putting -his face close to the boy’s ear and holding his -arm, “if you will tell me where that money is—” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_232">232</span></p> - -<p>“I tell you I don’t know anything about it,” -declared Nat, pulling away from the man’s grasp. -“If you don’t want to sell me some grub, I will -go elsewhere.”</p> - -<p>“Come with me; I want to see you,” whispered -the storekeeper, retaining his hold upon -Nat’s arm and drawing him toward a side door.</p> - -<p>“Say what you have got to say right here,” -said Nat. “There is no secret about it. I dug -up no money while I was there, and I don’t care -who knows it.”</p> - -<p>“But I don’t want that everybody should -know what I am going to say to you,” urged the -man; and as if to add emphasis to his words he -seized the boy with both hands, fairly lifted him -from the floor, carried him through the side door -which closed behind him. “Now will you listen -to what I have to say to you?” he added, with a -wicked glitter in his eye. “I have got you now, -and here you are going to stay as long as I want -you.”</p> - -<p>At this moment the door opened and the customer -came in. He, too, was in the plot if such -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_233">233</span> -it could be called, for he evinced no surprise at -what he saw.</p> - -<p>“Is the way all clear?” asked the storekeeper.</p> - -<p>“Yes; there is no one on the streets,” replied -the customer. “Now what be you going to do -with him?”</p> - -<p>“We’ll take him back in the storeroom and -shut him up there,” was the answer. “What do -you think of that, my boy? There you will wait -until you are ready to reply to such questions as -I ask you, with a big bull dog to keep an eye on -you. If you try to get out there won’t be anything -left of you in the morning.”</p> - -<p>While the man was talking in this way he -was dragging rather than leading Nat toward the -back part of the store, and at last halted in front -of a door where he released him, and began -searching in his pockets to find the key. It was -dark in there, owing to the fact that there were -no windows to let in light upon the scene, and -when he found the key and inserted it into the -lock, a growl followed by a deep-toned bark came -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_234">234</span> -from the inside. The animal that uttered it must -have been fierce; that was easy enough to be -seen.</p> - -<p>“Now you see what you’ll get if you try to -get away,” said the storekeeper, throwing open -the door. “I reckon you will think twice before -you come any of your tricks on Benny; hey, old -dog.”</p> - -<p>Nat’s heart seemed to stop beating. If there -was anything in the world that he was afraid of -it was a savage dog. He looked at Benny, and -rightly concluded that “he would not come any -of his tricks” on that beast. He was the worst -looking dog that Nat had ever seen. He was -small, but he had an immense head, and his under -jaw stuck out so that his teeth could be plainly -seen. He was yellow all over except his head, -which was as black as if he had been painted, -and he was bob-tailed. He did not appear to be -gratified by this intrusion at all. He would hardly -get out of his way when the man pushed him -aside and pointed to a box and told Nat to sit -down there. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_235">235</span></p> - -<p>“I tell you I don’t know anything about that -money,” said Nat, who was quite alarmed at the -idea of being shut in that room over night with -such a dog for a companion. “I will go up there -with you and help you dig for it; that is if you -think it is in the ground.”</p> - -<p>“Of course we know it is in the ground or -else you wouldn’t need a spade and pick-ax to -throw it out with,” answered the storekeeper. -“You tell us where it is, and let us go up and dig -for it.”</p> - -<p>“I can’t tell you for I don’t know;” said -Nat.</p> - -<p>“Very well; then you can stay here until you -find out,” said the man, fiercely. “When you -get so hungry and thirsty that you can’t stand it -any longer, you just yell and I will be around. -Will you tell us?”</p> - -<p>“I have already answered your question until -I am tired of it,” said Nat, seating himself on -the box, with a determined look on his face. “If -I stay here until I die you won’t get anything else -out of me.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_236">236</span></p> - -<p>“Well, good-by,” said the man, moving toward -the door. “We are going up right now to -look for it, and when we come back, perhaps we -will tell you how much we have made. Watch -him, Benny. Keep an eye on him, and if he goes -near that window, just take him down and serve -him the way you did that burglar that got into -the store last week.”</p> - -<p>With this parting advice to his dog the storekeeper -went out followed by his customer, and -Nat heard the key as it grated harshly in the lock. -He sat perfectly still, he was afraid to do otherwise, -for, now that his eyes became somewhat -accustomed to the darkness, he could see that the -dog kept his position beside the door, and seemed -to be awaiting some move on his part. Once or -twice he licked his huge jaw as if he were tired of -waiting.</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, I am in for it now,” said Nat, -running his eye along the wall as if he were looking -for that window of which the storekeeper had -spoken. “I would not be safer if I were shut up -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_237">237</span> -in jail. That dog—Whew! I don’t want anything -to do with him.”</p> - -<p>The dog evidently knew what opinion Nat -cherished toward him, for after waiting in vain -for him to make some advances, he came over to -Nat and laid his chin upon his knee. Nat could -hardly keep from yelling when he saw the dog advancing -toward him, but when he reached the boy -and worked his nose as if he were trying to place -his hand upon his head, his heart gave a thrill -of delight.</p> - -<p>“Well, by gum!” said Nat, unconsciously -making use of the same expression that Caleb had -used when Nat threw him headlong into the -bushes. “I believe the dog is friendly;” and he -raised his hand and placed it on the dog’s head.</p> - -<p>Nat had never been more astonished in his -life. The dog’s appearance was against him; -but that was as far as it went. He was a good, -honest dog in reality, and seemed to sympathize -with Nat in his trouble.</p> - -<p>“Benny, good Benny; I believe you are a -good dog yet,” said Nat, reaching down and patting -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_238">238</span> -the animal on the side. Benny not only submitted -to it, but when he saw that Nat was about -to stop he worked his nose again as if he meant -him to continue. “I believe now that I will try -that window,” said Nat, a bright idea striking -him. “Since Benny is all right if I sit here, he -will be all right if I move around.”</p> - -<p>Nat had by this time located the window, and -he arose from his box and moved toward it as -though he had a perfect right there. Benny -moved with him, and did not raise any objections -when Nat seized the staple with which the window -was fastened and exerted his strength to -open it. It was a heavy window, and was doubtless -used for passing in and out bulky goods that -would take up too much room in the store; but it -yielded to Nat’s muscle at last, and by pushing it -open a little way he let a flood of light into his -prison and could also see what there was outside. -He found that the opening gave entrance into a -kind of stable yard, bounded by a shed on one -side, and by pushing it open a little more, he saw -that on the other side it ran down to the street. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_239">239</span> -His escape was now only the question of a few -minutes had he cared to leave at this time.</p> - -<p>“Glory!” whispered Nat, closing and fastening -the shutter and stooping down to caress -Benny. “I dare not try it now, for fear that that -storekeeper may be on the watch; but when it -comes dark, we won’t stay in this house any -longer. Hail! Columbia happy land!”</p> - -<p>Nat now felt at ease. He pulled off his hat, -felt of his roll of bills and then began to pat the -dog and talk to him. He had certainly determined -on one thing and that was to take the dog -with him. He had some money, how much he -did not know, and it would be the source of immense -relief to him to know that he had someone -whose looks would help him through.</p> - -<p>“I will bet that there won’t be anybody pitch -into me to see what I have got with me, if he only -takes one look at you,” said Nat, stroking the -dog’s head. “I never had a dog take up with -me this way before. I tell you, Benny, you came -in just right.”</p> - -<p>It must have been two o’clock by the time -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_240">240</span> -Nat was shut up in that room, so he had six or -seven hours of waiting to go through before the -storekeeper would come around again to see how -he felt over telling him where he had left that -money. There was one thing about it: He would -not tell him; he would die first He kept repeating -this resolution over and over again until the -sun went down, and it began to grow so dark in -his prison that he could not see his hand before -him. An hour passed, and then a key rattled in -the lock, the dog gave one of his tremendous barks -and took his stand in front of the door, which -presently opened admitting somebody, it was so -dark that he could not see a single feature on him. -But it was the storekeeper. He knew him as soon -as he spoke. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_241">241</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>Nat Wood, Gentleman.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">“Hi</span> there!” exclaimed the storekeeper, as he -threw open the door and stepped over -threshold. “Keeping watch over him -yet, ain’t you, Benny? I told you it wouldn’t be -safe for you to try to get away. Yes, here’s some -supper for you, Benny. Nat can’t have any until -he gets ready to talk to me. How do you come -on, Nat?”</p> - -<p>“About as comfortably as I can, kept here in -the dark and with a savage dog for a companion,” -said Nat. “I wish you would take me -out where it is a little lighter.”</p> - -<p>“I could not possibly think of it,” said the -man, with a laugh. “You think you are smart, -don’t you! We know where that money was hidden, -and we have been up there and got it.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_242">242</span></p> - -<p>It was lucky for Nat that the storekeeper had -come in there without a light, for the way these -words were spoken fairly took his breath away. -This was something that he had not bargained -for. He settled back on his box trying to find -something to lean against, and could not say anything -to save his life.</p> - -<p>“What do you say to that, my boy?” asked -the man. “You did not know that we could find -that money without asking you, did you?”</p> - -<p>“Where—where did you find it?” stammered -Nat, suppressing his excitement, and it was all -he could do to utter the words.</p> - -<p>“Oh, we found it under a tree where the old -man had left it,” said the storekeeper, carelessly. -“I tell you he must have gone down deep, -for we dug a trench there that was as deep as we -were.”</p> - -<p>Nat straightened up again and drew a long -breath. If the storekeeper told the truth, he had -not yet found the money. He had not dug in the -place where it was concealed in the first instance, -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_243">243</span> -because he did not say anything about the stone -which needed a lever to pry it out of its bed.</p> - -<p>“Well, you have done more than I could -do,” said he, after thinking a moment. “You -have the money—How much did you get?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, about fifteen or twenty thousand dollars,” -replied the man. “We were in such a -hurry that we didn’t stop to count it. But we -have enough to keep us without work as long as -we live.”</p> - -<p>“Now what is to hinder you from turning me -loose?” asked Nat “I can’t do you any more -good by staying here.”</p> - -<p>“I forgot to speak about that to my pardner,” -said the man, who was taken all aback -by this proposition. “And he has gone away and -I shan’t see him for a week.”</p> - -<p>“And are you going to keep me here all that -time?”</p> - -<p>“We might as well. You see we don’t want -you to go up and tell Jonas and Caleb about this -thing, for they might make us trouble.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll promise you that I shall not go near -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_244">244</span> -Jonas and Caleb. I want to get as far away from -Manchester as I can. You might give me something -to eat, any way.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I will see what my pardner says -about it. If you keep still—”</p> - -<p>“Why, your partner has gone away,” said -Nat.</p> - -<p>“I mean when he comes back. It won’t take -you long to stay here a week. Now if you keep -still—”</p> - -<p>“Are you going to keep me a whole week -without anything to eat?” asked Nat, in surprise. -“I can’t possibly live as long as that.”</p> - -<p>“Maybe my pardner has not gone yet, and I -can speak to him. Now if you keep still, that dog -would not pester you; but if you get up and go to -roaming around, he’ll pin you. Then you won’t -tell me where the money is—humph!”</p> - -<p>This was another evidence that the man had -not been near the place where the money was supposed -to be hidden. He came pretty near letting -the cat out of the bag that time. Nat did not say -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_245">245</span> -a word in reply. He wanted the man to believe -that he put faith in his story.</p> - -<p>“Well, good-by. I shall not be in here before -to-morrow morning; and if you have anything to -say to me—”</p> - -<p>“What have I got to say? You have found -the money, and what more do you want?”</p> - -<p>The man muttered something under his -breath that sounded a good deal like an oath by -the time it got to Nat’s ears, turned on his heel -and walked out, slamming the door after him. -Nat waited until the sound of his footsteps had -died away, then threw himself back on his box -and laughed silently to himself.</p> - -<p>“If everybody is as big a fraud as that man, -my money is safe,” said he, rubbing his hands -together. “He has found the money, and yet he -wanted me to tell him where it was. Now, Benny,” -placing his hand upon the dog, which just -then came up and put his head upon his knee. -“We will wait until twelve o’clock, and then we -will start for Pond Post Office. I know it is a -small place but I reckon I can get some clothes -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_246">246</span> -there, and a couple of big valises that I can carry -my money in.”</p> - -<p>The time now seemed longer to Nat than it -did before. He felt at his ease, and he longed to -be up and doing. Every minute that he lingered -in his prison-pen was just so much taken away -from the enjoyment of his money; and he fretted -and chafed over it. He wanted to get up and pace -the room in order to make the time pass more -rapidly away, but was checked by the thought -that the storekeeper might come back there and -listen at the door to see what he was doing, and -thus put it out of his power to escape by the window.</p> - -<p>“If he hears me walking about he will know -that Benny and me are all right,” said Nat, “and -that will arouse his suspicions so that he will put -me somewhere else. I reckon I had best sit down -here on my box and wait for the hours to go by.”</p> - -<p>A short time afterward, perhaps it was two -or three hours, he heard a faint rustling outside -the door, whereupon the dog left him and took up -his stand directly in front of it to see what was -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_247">247</span> -going to happen. If it was the storekeeper and -he wanted to know what was going on in the -room, he had his trouble for his pains. Whatever -it was that made the noise outside it finally -ceased altogether and then everything was quiet.</p> - -<p>This happened two or three times, and on -each occasion Nat was sure that he was being -watched; but every time the watcher went away -without hearing or seeing anything suspicious. -At last Nat heard some sounds coming from the -store which indicated that the proprietor was going -to shut up for the night; and then his heart -began to beat more rapidly. The time for action -was fast approaching. He heard the banging of -shutters, the goods which had been outside for inspection -during the day, were brought in and -stood up beside the counter, and finally the storekeeper’s -tread was heard outside the door. He -tried the lock and found that it was safe.</p> - -<p>“Are you all right in there?” Nat heard him -inquire.</p> - -<p>“As tight as you please,” answered Nat; -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_248">248</span> -“but in half an hour more I will be down the -road,” he added, to himself.</p> - -<p>“You don’t know anything about that money -yet, I suppose?” said the man.</p> - -<p>“How can I know anything about it when -you have got it?” asked Nat. “You have hidden -it away somewhere. The best thing you can do is -to take it up and clear yourself before I get out.”</p> - -<p>“You are going to make trouble for me, are -you?” said the voice, angrily. “Well, if you get -tired of waiting for grub just let me know. Good-by.”</p> - -<p>“Good-by. And it will be a long time before -you see me again,” said Nat mentally.</p> - -<p>Nat knew when the storekeeper went out and -locked the door behind him, and then he heard -him go down the street. He knew that he did not -sleep in the building but his house lay at some -distance from the store, so the coast was clear at -last. He resolved to make the attempt at once, -being satisfied if he were well on the street it -would take a better man than the storekeeper to -overhaul him. It was but the work of a few seconds -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_249">249</span> -to go to the window and remove the hasp -with which it was confined. As the shutter -swung loose he found that the moon was shining -brightly and that the ten miles that lay between -him and Pond Post Office could be made easily as -it could by broad daylight.</p> - -<p>“Come along, Benny,” said Nat placing -both hands upon the sill and springing up so -that all he had to do was to drop his legs outside. -“But maybe you don’t want to go.”</p> - -<p>While Nat was talking about it he was free; -and he afterward said that he never felt anything -so good as he did when he found the solid -earth under his feet once more. The dog made -three attempts to follow him, but the window was -rather high and all he could do was to get his fore -feet upon the sill and each time he fell back making -more noise than was agreeable to Nat. The -next time he tried it Nat seized him by the thin -skin on the back of his neck, and in a moment -more he was standing by Nat’s side on the -ground. We say he was standing by Nat’s side; -but if the truth must be told, he was prancing -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_250">250</span> -around all over the ground as if he were overjoyed -at finding himself at liberty once more.</p> - -<p>“I will tell you what’s the matter with you,” -said Nat, after he had looked carefully around -him and had drawn a bee-line for the bars that -led him out into the street. “You have been shut -up and deprived of your freedom so long that -you don’t know what to do with yourself when -you are let out. Well, you stick to me and I will -see that you are not shut up any more.”</p> - -<p>Nat’s first impulse, when he found himself -outside the bars, was to strike up a whistle; but -before the first note had fairly left his lips he -caught his breath and looked all around to see if -there was anybody within hearing. The street -was silent and deserted; but that was no sign that -there was not somebody stirring in the houses by -which he passed so rapidly. He felt of his roll of -bills to make sure that he had it, and settled down -into a good fast walk, turning his head occasionally -to be certain that he was not followed. There -was one thing that Nat kept saying to himself: -“I have had a struggle for this fortune, and now -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_251">251</span> -that it is fairly within my grasp, nobody need -think that I am going to give it up. If I don’t -enjoy it, the money can stay there until it rots.”</p> - -<p>The next thing that Nat had to decide upon -was, as he expressed it, something else. He was -free but his money was not free. The way to get -his fortune to St. Louis was what troubled him; -and he thought about it until he arrived within -sight of Pond Post Office. He began to feel -sleepy, too. It was then about two o’clock, so -that he had to wait for five long hours before the -single store of which the village could boast -would be open and ready for business. So he -climbed the fence, followed by the dog, found -himself a comfortable place under the protection -of a beech tree and stretched himself out and prepared -to go into the land of dreams. That would -have been considered a hard couch by some lads -who are raised in the city, but Nat had so long -been accustomed to hard things that he did not -mind it. He slept until the sun was well up, and -his dog kept watch over him.</p> - -<p>“Now the next thing will be something to -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_252">252</span> -eat, Benny,” said Nat, pausing for a while in his -operations of smoothing down his hair to pat the -dog on the head. “I think you could eat a good -breakfast, don’t you? I tell you what we will do: -If they don’t have anything at the store worth -eating, we will go to someone’s house and ask for -a meal. I’ve got money to pay for it.”</p> - -<p>Nat’s next duty was to take out his roll of -bills and select enough to pay for his clothes and -have a little left over for a bite to eat. When this -had been done he put the balance of the roll back -again, and the rest into his pocket where it would -come handy. Then he climbed the fence and -started for Pond Post Office again. He found -very few people stirring there but the groceryman -was up, and to him Nat at once addressed -himself.</p> - -<p>“You look as though you had something to -eat here,” said he.</p> - -<p>“Well, yes; that’s our business,” said the -man, smiling upon Nat. “Gracious! What a -horrid looking dog. Will he bite?”</p> - -<p>“Not while I am around,” said Nat. “Have -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_253">253</span> -you got a suit of clothes! You see I need one -badly enough.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I should say you did. I was looking -at your clothes when you came up. How big a -priced one do you want! We have some for $5.00 -and some as high as $20.00.”</p> - -<p>“Let me see a sorter of betwixt and between,” -said Nat, as he followed the man into the -store. “Something that will do to wear between -here and St. Louis.”</p> - -<p>“Are you going as far as St Louis?” asked -the man, in amazement. “Then you want something -pretty nice. Now there’s a suit that will -jest suit you.”</p> - -<p>Nat had never bought any clothes before, -and consequently he was rather awkward about -it. As far as he could see the clothes were well -made (the man took his measure around the chest -and of the length of his leg to make sure that they -would fit him) the price suited him and he took -them on the spot. Then he needed a couple of -shirts, two pairs of stockings and a pair of shoes -and a hat; all of which he took upon the man’s -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_254">254</span> -recommendation, and so his trading was quickly -done.</p> - -<p>“Now I wish to get a couple of valises to put -them into,” said Nat, looking around the store -and trying to select the articles in question.</p> - -<p>“One’s going to be enough for you,” said -the man. “Now here is a valise—”</p> - -<p>“That is not the kind I want,” said Nat. “I -want some old-fashioned carpet things, with a -mouth like a catfish. You see I have lots of -things to carry with me.”</p> - -<p>“Are you going to walk?” asked the storekeeper, -still more amazed. “Why, it must be as -much as one hundred and fifty miles.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t care how far it is, I have got to go -there, unless I can find some person who is kind -enough to give me a lift.”</p> - -<p>“You can do that, of course; but I was just -thinking that your legs will ache before you get -there. Now you hold on a minute. I have two -old carpet sacks in my garret that are doing no -good to anybody, and if you will wait a minute -I will bring them down to you.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_255">255</span></p> - -<p>The man went to his drawer, put away the -money that Nat had given him and went out, -leaving him for the next ten minutes there alone -in the store. What a chance it would have been -for Nat to steal something; but the thought never -came into his head. He was leaning back against -the counter when the man left, and that was the -way he was standing when he came back.</p> - -<p>“Those are just the things,” said he, taking -the carpet sacks and turning them over to see -that there were no holes in them. “How much -apiece for them?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, a quarter; or, as you were raised in this -country, two bits,” said the storekeeper, smiling -at Nat. “How do I know that you were raised in -this country? I know it by your looks. I was -raised in New York. Now do you want something -to eat? Well, come here. I don’t know -whether I have anything that dog will eat or not. -Where did you get that fellow? He would be -just the one to guard a fellow’s melon patch, -wouldn’t he? There, take your pick. It’s my -treat.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_256">256</span></p> - -<p>Nat knew enough about the ways of the country -to know that the storekeeper was going to -give him his provisions for nothing because of -the dry goods he had purchased. The only things -he could find were some crackers and cheese. He -took enough of them as he thought to last him to -Manchester and back, and then the groceryman -excused himself once more and went into the back -room with a huge knife in his hand. When he -returned he brought with him a piece of fresh -meat which he handed to the dog.</p> - -<p>“I did some butchering yesterday, and I -think that if that dog won’t eat anything else, -he will eat fresh meat,” said he. “See him take -it down.”</p> - -<p>The dog did “take it down” and devoured -his meal as if he were almost starved. It was no -wonder that he wanted Nat for a master when he -was going to get such good living as this. He -put all the things he had purchased into one of -his valises, bade the proprietor good-by and took -his way back toward Manchester, feeling much -lighter hearted than he did when he came down. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_257">257</span> -But he did not go very far before he began looking -up and down the road to see if anyone was -watching him; and having satisfied his mind on -this score he once more climbed the fence into -the woods, and when he was safe from everybody’s -view he stopped, and lowered his bundles -to the ground.</p> - -<p>“Now when I put these things down I am -Nat, the tramp; and when I put on my other -clothes, I am something else,” said he, taking his -suit out and unfolding it before him. “Let us -see how it looks to be dressed up as a white -man.”</p> - -<p>This was Nat’s object in getting so far away -from the road so that he could make a change in -his appearance. To take off the clothes he then -had on did not require a second’s time, but it took -more time than it did to put on the others. In fifteen -minutes he was all dressed, and then he -wished he had a looking glass to view himself. -He certainly did look like a different person; -and it is doubtful if any one who was acquainted -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_258">258</span> -with him had met him on the road, if he would -have recognized him. His first care was to put -what remained of his roll of bills safe in his vest -pocket. There were no holes in the vest for the -bills to work out, and when Nat tucked them away -he felt that he was somebody.</p> - -<p>“Now I am Nat Wood, gentleman,” said he, -as he surveyed himself as well as he could by -turning first one leg and then the other to make -an estimate of himself. “I tell you it makes a fellow -feel grand to be dressed up as I am. Supposing -Caleb should see me now? Whoo-pe! He -would not rest easy until he got these things on -his own back.”</p> - -<p>Having put away his old clothing in one of -the valises—it is true the clothes were old but -they might be of some assistance to him some day—he -took a carpet sack in each hand and kept on -his way toward Manchester. The dog did not -know hardly what to make of it. He looked at -Nat closely; for several minutes before he would -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_259">259</span> -follow him, and then he seemed to think it was -all right and ran on as freely as he did before.</p> - -<p>Nat did not go through Manchester; he knew -too much for that. He went ahead until he saw -the roofs of the houses, and then turned out into -the fields and took a round-about course to bring -him to the woods back of Mr. Nickerson’s yard. -He was very still about it, halting every few feet -to listen, and finally he stopped in a ravine where -he threw his bundles off again. He was now -within reach of the place where he had hidden his -money. He wanted to be sure that his fortune -was safe before he had anything to eat.</p> - -<p>“Come this way, Benny; it is right out -here,” said Nat. “If that is gone I am gone; -but I don’t think there has anybody discovered -it.”</p> - -<p>Nat presently stood beside the log which concealed -his treasure, but this time he was not satisfied -with what he saw on the outside. The -leaves and twigs were there as he had left them, -but that did not suit him. He looked sharply -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_260">260</span> -through the woods in all directions, then kneeled -down beside the log and with a few sweeps -cleared away all the <i>debris</i> which he had placed -there. The bags were where he had left them. -He ran his hand over them and could distinctly -feel the “yellow boys” with which they were -filled.</p> - -<p>“Thank goodness, it is all mine, and no one -else has a right to lay a claim to any of it,” said -Nat, as he pushed the twigs and branches back -to their place. “Mr. Nickerson gave it to me before -he died, he has neither kith nor kin to say -that he owns it, and now if I can find some honest -lawyer in St Louis to stand up for me, I am all -right.”</p> - -<p>This was a matter that created considerable -confusion in Nat’s mind. He did not know where -to go to find an honest lawyer, but he supposed -that there must be some people who would look -out for him if he only knew whom to speak to. -As he had done a hundred times before he dismissed -this matter with the thought that it would -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_261">261</span> -be time enough to attend to that when he reached -St. Louis; and he turned to go back to the ravine -where to solace himself with a handful of crackers -and cheese. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_262">262</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>Benny, the Tramp.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">That</span> was a long night to Nat Wood for, if -the truth must be told, he did not once -close his eyes in sleep. He had an opportunity -to judge of the watchfulness of his new -friend, for Benny seemed to be wide awake and -never once forgot that everything depended on -Nat’s vigilance. He lay close beside Nat on the -leaves, and once or twice he raised his head and -growled at something, but nothing came near to -disturb them. At the first peep of day Nat arose -from his couch, he and the dog finished what was -left of the crackers and cheese and then the boy -went to the place where he had left his treasure -and filled up his carpet sacks; and when he had -them loaded he was surprised at their weight. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_263">263</span> -It did not seem possible that he could carry that -gold one hundred and fifty miles.</p> - -<p>“But I may strike a railroad before I have -gone far,” said Nat, drawing in a long breath and -picking up a valise in each hand. “I will go -as straight South as I can go, and when I become -tired of my burden I can put it down and -rest. I will reach St. Louis or die in the attempt.”</p> - -<p>Nat took good care to keep clear of the road -until he had passed Manchester for fear that -some one would see him and recognize him in -spite of his new suit, and when at last he climbed -the fence into the highway, he drew another long -breath and went ahead with new zeal. He did -not fail to look back occasionally to see if he were -followed, but every time there was no one in -sight, and he was more than once tempted to believe -that his struggles were over; that the money -was his own, and all he had to do was to hurry -down to St. Louis and deposit it in the bank. But -it would be a week at least, and perhaps two, before -that would happen, and in the meantime he -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_264">264</span> -was resolved that he would go hungry and sleepless, -too, but that his treasure should be safe.</p> - -<p>Nat wanted to buy some more crackers and -cheese and feed his dog before he left the country -where he was known, and with this object in view -he approached the store at which he had purchased -his new suit. The man was busy sweeping -out, but he knew Nat in spite of the wonderful -change in his appearance.</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, you got your things, didn’t -you?” said he, with the smile which Nat had noticed -on his face the day before. “You are off -now, I suppose? But you must not try to walk -all that distance. It is too far.”</p> - -<p>“I am off now,” replied Nat. “But I -should like to have some more crackers and cheese -and a bite of fresh meat for Benny, if it is not -too much trouble for you to get it.”</p> - -<p>“Of course I can. I was thinking about you -yesterday after you had been in here, and there -is no need that you should walk all that distance. -Follow this road about twenty miles and you will -strike a little village called Bridgeport. There -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_265">265</span> -you will hit the Alton road, and all you have to -do is to pay your fare and get on board. You -have money enough for that, I suppose?”</p> - -<p>Nat selected a couple of crackers and a liberal -piece of cheese from the amount the grocer -weighed out to him, saw his dog devour a huge -piece of beef which had also been furnished to -him, leaned against the counter to rest his tired -limbs and pondered upon a thought that had just -then occurred to him. He had never ridden on a -railroad, he did not know what to do when he got -there, but what would be done with Benny!</p> - -<p>“But there is one thing about it,” said the -man, giving utterance to the thought that was -in Nat’s mind. “You can’t take your dog with -you on a passenger train.”</p> - -<p>“I have been thinking about that, and the -best thing I can do is to go on foot all the way,” -said Nat. “I can’t think of leaving Benny behind.”</p> - -<p>“Of course I don’t know what rules they -have with their freight trains,” said the man. -“Perhaps they will let you take him with you, -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_266">266</span> -and perhaps they won’t. You can tell when you -get to Bridgeport. Good-by. I hope you will get -safe through.”</p> - -<p>Nat picked up his valises again and left the -store. It seemed now that Benny was a hindrance -to him rather than a success, and for a -minute or two he did not know but he would prefer -to give him up than keep him. It did not -seem possible that he could walk all the way to -St Louis and carry his treasure besides, and he -looked down at Benny who gazed back at him, -and wagged his tail in a forlorn sort of way as -if the man had given him a bad reputation.</p> - -<p>“No, I won’t do it Benny,” said Nat, putting -one of his valises on the ground long enough -to pat the dog on the head. “I’ll keep you with -me until the time comes for you to show what you -are made of; then if you fail me, I will know -what to do with you.”</p> - -<p>Perhaps, when Nat came to think about it, it -was better after all to keep the dog and trust to -luck. There were plenty of persons who met him -on the road who would have been glad to snatch -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_267">267</span> -his valises and make off with them, if they only -knew how much was in them; and with Benny -there to protect him he did not think they would -attempt it. So Benny was accepted on sufferance.</p> - -<p>Nat had not proceeded very far on his road -before he heard the sound of wheels behind him, -and in a few minutes a man drove by in a lumber -wagon. The man looked down at Nat and then -pulled up his team.</p> - -<p>“Soger, would you work?” said he, with a -laugh. “You have a heavy load there. Are you -going fur?”</p> - -<p>“I am going down to Bridgeport,” said Nat. -“If you have a place for me I shall be glad to -get in.”</p> - -<p>“You are as welcome as the flowers in May,” -said the man. “Climb in. Gosh! What an ugly -looking dog you have. Will he bite?”</p> - -<p>“He has never bitten anybody since I had -him,” said Nat, lifting his carpet sacks one after -the other and putting them into the wagon with a -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_268">268</span> -good deal of trouble. “He won’t bite if he is let -alone.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you just bet your bottom dollar that -I won’t interfere with him. What you got in -there? It seems mighty heavy.”</p> - -<p>“Yes. It is some tools that I work with. Do -you know anybody in Bridgeport?”</p> - -<p>This question got the man off on a new subject, -and during the ride to Bridgeport, and he -went all the way so that Nat had his arms well -rested by the time they got there, he never referred -to the contents of the valises again. Benny -ran along the wagon in front of him, and every -time the man saw him he would remark on his -savage appearance, and say that he did not see -what a man could be thinking of to have such an -ill-looking brute hanging around him. The man -had been in the Confederate army, too, and during -the ride he kept Nat interested in his exploits, -until Nat was really surprised when he pointed -to the roofs of some houses in the distance and -said:</p> - -<p>“We are near our journey’s end at last. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_269">269</span> -There is Bridgeport Did you say that you wanted -to get out at the depot? Well, I am going right -there.”</p> - -<p>After a few cracks with the whip and turning -several corners the man drew up at a long, -low building, and Nat, after thanking him for his -kindness, took his valises and got out. Presently -he was standing in front of an open window, on -the other side of which, on a high stool, was -perched a clerk who was busy smoking a cigar.</p> - -<p>“Well, my friend, what can I do for you on -this fine morning?” was the way he greeted Nat.</p> - -<p>“I want to know what is the fare to St -Louis,” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“Eight seventy-five,” said the clerk, laying -down his cigar and reaching for a ticket “Do -you want to go there?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir; but I want to know in the first -place whether or not you will take my dog on a -passenger train,” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“Where’s the dog?”</p> - -<p>“He is right here.”</p> - -<p>“Hold him up so that I can see him.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_270">270</span></p> - -<p>“I can’t. He is too heavy.”</p> - -<p>The clerk reached for his cigar again, got -down from his stool and unlocked the door leading -into his room. He came out of it, but He went -back in less time than it takes to tell it.</p> - -<p>“Good Lord! Do you want to take that -beast on the train?” said he. He vanished in his -room on the instant and closed the door, all except -a little opening through which he talked to Nat. -“No, <i>sir</i>. There is not a baggage-smasher on the -road who will take charge of that dog between -here and St. Louis. You must be crazy.”</p> - -<p>“Well, would they take him on a freight -train?”</p> - -<p>“<i>Cer</i>-tainly not. We want to have some -men to handle the freight train when they get to -St. Louis, don’t we?”</p> - -<p>“I suppose you do; but what is the reason -you can’t have them any way?”</p> - -<p>“Why, that dog will eat the train men all -up, if he once gets in action. No, sir. You can’t -take that beast on any train on this road.”</p> - -<p>“Then I don’t see any way but for me to go -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_271">271</span> -on foot,” said Nat, who was very much disappointed.</p> - -<p>“That’s the only way that I know of, unless -you will kill the dog.”</p> - -<p>“I won’t do that, you bet. Does this road go -straight to St. Louis?”</p> - -<p>“As straight as a die, and that’s the way,” -said the clerk, pointing out the direction. “I -don’t see what you want with that thing. The -best thing you can do is to kill him.”</p> - -<p>Nat picked up his valises, walked slowly out -of the other side of the depot and looked down -the track. For miles it was perfectly straight, -and there was not another house within sight. -His arms ached awfully when he thought of the -many miles of such track he would have to face -during his tramp, but he never once was guilty -of a traitorous thought to Benny. They were in -for it, and the sooner they started in on it, the -sooner it would be done.</p> - -<p>“Now the first thing to be done, Benny, is -to lay in a lot of provisions,” said Nat, as if the -dog could understand every word he said. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_272">272</span> -“And the next thing is to start on our way. Let -us go down this way and see what we can find.”</p> - -<p>Nat had set out with the intention of finding -a grocery store and a butcher shop at which to -purchase his provisions, but he had not made -many steps before he found one much sooner -than he had expected; or rather, some thing who -kept guard over it saw him coming down the -street and sprang to meet him half way. It was -the big dog which kept watch over the butcher -stand. He saw Benny, he did not like the looks -of him and proceeded to let him know it in language -that anybody could understand. He -came at full speed down the road, seize Benny -by the neck and rolled him over in the gutter. -They were both fair sized dogs, and those who -saw the movement were pretty certain that they -were about to witness a good fight; but it was all -over in less than two seconds, Benny seemed -surprised to find himself in the gutter, turned -his head to see who it was that had dared to -molest him and went to work in earnest to put a -stop to it. He seized his assailant by the foreleg, -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_273">273</span> -but before he had taken a fairly good hold -the butcher’s dog set up a fearful howl, slunk -out of the fight as quickly as he could and limping -on three legs, howling at every jump, he -went back to his place in the butcher’s shop. A -moment later the butcher appeared. Nat knew -that it was the butcher, for his coat was off, he -had his apron on and his sleeves were rolled up.</p> - -<p>“Now, Benny, you have got me into a terrible -scrape,” said Nat, reaching down to give -the dog a reassuring pat. “He will want to kill -you, but he will have to kill me first.”</p> - -<p>The butcher seemed to be surprised to find -that his favorite had been whipped, but still he -did not show it. He examined his dog and then -looked up to see what had caused it; and when he -saw Nat approaching he grinned all over.</p> - -<p>“Young man, is that your dog?” said he.</p> - -<p>Nat replied that it was.</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, he is a nobby fellow,” said the -butcher; and giving no heed to Benny’s savage -looks he caught him by the upper jaw and raised -his lips so that he could see his teeth. Then he -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_274">274</span> -released his hold upon him and patted him on -the side so loudly that you could have heard it -across the street. “I have said that I would -give twenty-five dollars for any dog that could -whip Barney, and this dog has done it with just -one grip. You will take that for him, won’t -you?”</p> - -<p>“No, sir,” replied Nat. “The dog is not -for sale.”</p> - -<p>“Then I will give you twenty plus ten, which -makes thirty when I went to school. Come in -and get it.”</p> - -<p>“That is more than the dog is worth, but he -is not for sale at any price. I need the dog more -than you do. But I will tell you what I would -like to have. He wants a piece of meat.”</p> - -<p>“Well, if you won’t sell the dog, come in -and fill him up on meat You wouldn’t look at -forty dollars for that dog, would you?”</p> - -<p>No, Nat thought that he would not sell the -dog, and he went into the butcher shop and got -a piece of meat that fairly made him open his -eyes. He was not charged a cent for it, either. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_275">275</span> -While the butcher was examining the dog and -complimenting him, Nat managed to unclose one -of his valises and crowd the meat into it, and no -one was the wiser for what he had done.</p> - -<p>Of course the victory that Benny had won -brought him into notice along the street, and -when he went into another store to buy his crackers -and cheese, he had plenty of friends to -admire him. But Nat got away as soon as he -could, and felt much easier when he was walking -down the track toward St. Louis.</p> - -<p>“That’s a good name for you, Benny, and -you will keep it as long as I have anything to do -with you. Benny, the tramp. That’s what you -are, Benny, and you must always come when I -call you.”</p> - -<p>Nat’s first care was to find a place where he -could sit down and satisfy his appetite without -having some one to talk to him about Benny. A -mile further on he found it, and there he and -Benny made away with enough meat and crackers -and cheese to last them until night. While -there a passenger train went along, and it went -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_276">276</span> -swiftly, too, as if the distance that lay between -it and St. Louis was just nothing at all for it to -accomplish. Nat sighed but he looked at Benny, -and got up and followed after the train.</p> - -<p>We might make this portion of our story -still more interesting by telling of the wonderful -scrapes that Nat and his money got into from the -rough looking tramps who met him along the way -and who wanted to know what was in his carpet-sacks, -which he never allowed out of his grasp; -but unfortunately Nat did not meet with any -such adventures. It is true that one or two -tramps—Nat was sure they were tramps -although he had never seen one before—made -some inquiries in regard to the contents of his -valises, but the sight of the dog, which growled -and showed his teeth every time one of them -came up, induced them to be satisfied with what -Nat had to say about it—that he had some tools -which would be necessary to carry on his business -when he got to St. Louis. He bought his -food from farm houses which were scattered at -intervals along the railroad, slept beside the -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_277">277</span> -fence or in deserted barns every time he got the -chance, and finally, when he was thinking about -taking one of his gold pieces to buy him another -pair of shoes, for his bills, although he had held -on to them “until the eagle hollered,” were all -gone, he discovered, one night when the sun was -about two hours high, some buildings in the distance, -which were larger than any he had seen -yet. By cautious inquiries at the next house at -which he stopped to buy food, he learned that he -was at his journey’s end. How his heart thrilled -with the thought! He had been more than two -weeks on the way, and to say that he was tired -would be hardly saying enough. In a few days -his money would be safe, and then he could lie -down and sleep.</p> - -<p>“But our labor is not over yet,” said Nat, -as he separated the meat from the sandwiches -that he had purchased and handed it to the dog. -“Now is the time to look out for every person -we meet. There is not one of them who would -not knock me on the head to gain this money. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_278">278</span> -And yet I am to find a good, honest lawyer in all -this crowd of people!”</p> - -<p>Nat did not know how he was going to succeed, -whether or not he could find what he -wanted in all that crowd, but he resolved to try -it at the first opportunity. Arriving at a place -where a road ran across the track he turned into -it, making out with much difficulty some of the -signs that graced the front ends of buildings as -he walked along, and finally stopped at the front -of a more pretentious building than the rest, for -there was a sign that struck his eye; “Lodgings -50 cents.”</p> - -<p>Nat pushed the door open and he and Benny -walked in. He did not like the appearance of -the room in which he found himself, but then he -supposed that all hotels in the city looked like -that. There was a bar in one corner of it, behind -which stood a man that reminded him of Jonas -Keeler as far as his appearance was concerned. -On the other side of the room were tables in front -of which were men playing cards, and others -with men sprawling out upon them with their -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_279">279</span> -heads pillowed upon their arms as if fast asleep. -He thought of backing out and trying it again at -another place; but the man behind the bar discovered -him and came out.</p> - -<p>“Ah! Here you are. You want a supper -and some lodging, I suppose? Are you traveling -far? Hello? Where did you get that dog? -Will he bite?”</p> - -<p>“He has been with me a long time, and I -never saw him bite anybody yet. He always -sleeps with me and he won’t let any one harm me. -I want a bed but I don’t want any supper.”</p> - -<p>“Heavens and earth! What’s in your -grip?” said the man lifting one from the floor -where Nat had placed it.</p> - -<p>“They are tools I work with; hammers and -the like.”</p> - -<p>“Oh. You are a machinist, are you? Well, -come along and I will show you to your room. -I hope that dog won’t nail me until I get down.”</p> - -<p>The man stepped behind the bar to obtain -a key to Nat’s room, and carrying the carpet-sack -in one hand while Nat followed with the -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_280">280</span> -other, they went through the room and up the -stairs to Nat’s apartment.</p> - -<p>“There, sir, you can lock yourself in and -be safe until morning. Good-night.”</p> - -<p>Nat was too tired to look around his room -and see what sort of a place it was. He turned -down the quilts with the remark that the sheets -might have been cleaner, pulled off his clothes, -and tumbled into bed; and he had hardly struck -the pillow before he was sound asleep. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_281">281</span></p> - -<h2 id="CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER XVII.<br /> - -<span class="medium"><i>Conclusion.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="drop"><span class="uppercase">There</span> was one little thing that troubled -Nat, and it came to him the first thing -when he opened his eyes in the morning. -His bills were all gone, and he must unlock one of -his valises, undo one of his bags and take out -gold enough to pay the proprietor for his lodgings. -There was not anything so very wrong -in that, but suppose the proprietor should become -suspicious and ask to see the rest of his -valise; and suppose, too, that he should take it -away from him?</p> - -<p>“It has got to be done, and I might as well -have it over with,” said Nat, throwing aside the -quilts and jumping out on the floor. “You will -stand by me, Benny, won’t you?” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_282">282</span></p> - -<p>Nat went to his valise and opened it, and was -surprised to find that one of the bags was decayed -and its contents had ran out. But the -carpet sack had caught them and there was none -of them missing. He took up a ten dollar gold -piece and put it in his pocket; and then went on -with his dressing with all possible speed. It was -early yet and he hoped to find no one in the bar -except the proprietor. He did not want any -breakfast, either. It would be time enough to -think about that after he had seen his money -safe. The proprietor was alone in the room, engaged -in washing up, but he greeted Nat with a -hearty good morning.</p> - -<p>“I want to pay for my lodging,” said Nat. -“My bills are all gone and so I will have to -hand you that.”</p> - -<p>“W-h-e-w!” exclaimed the man, as Nat laid -his piece on the counter. “You must have been -living with some rich people since you were -here.”</p> - -<p>The man took up the ten dollar gold piece, -jingled it upon the counter to see if it was all -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_283">283</span> -right, then turned to his drawer to get the money -that he was to give Nat in change.</p> - -<p>“Breakfast will be ready in a little while, -lad, you had better wait,” said he, at length.</p> - -<p>Nat made some excuse, he hardly knew what, -took up both his valises and left the room to run -into the arms of a policeman before he got to -the sidewalk. He knew it was a policeman, because -he had a badge on his breast, was dressed -in uniform and was swinging his club along as -if waiting for a chance to use it on somebody. -The police were always ready to assist a friendless -person, and Nat was certain that this one would -assist him. He walked up to him and put his -valises down by his side.</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, what have you got there?” said -he; and Nat was delighted to see him smile in a -friendly sort of way.</p> - -<p>“It is money,” said Nat, sinking his voice.</p> - -<p>“Money?” said the officer, more than half -inclined to believe that the boy was crazy. -“What are you going to do with it?”</p> - -<p>“I want to get it into the bank where it will -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_284">284</span> -be safe,” said Nat. “You don’t believe it, do -you? Well, step here and I will show you.”</p> - -<p>Nat drew off on one side and the policeman, -placing his club behind him, strolled slowly after -him. He saw Nat unlock the valise with a -smile, but when the contents of it were shown to -him the smile gave away to a look of profound -astonishment.</p> - -<p>“Where did you get all this?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“In the ground. Have you got a hotel or -any place you stop at when you are asleep?”</p> - -<p>“Hotel? No. We have a police court, if that -is what you mean.”</p> - -<p>“Well, have you got any lawyers there?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes; there are plenty of them there.”</p> - -<p>“I want to find a good, honest lawyer who -will take charge of this money and tell me what -to do with it. You see I am a stranger here.”</p> - -<p>“Yes; I saw that.”</p> - -<p>“Now can I find such a one up there?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, of course you can, and it is the very -place for you to go. I will show you where it -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_285">285</span> -is. I will carry one of your carpet sacks and -you can carry the other.”</p> - -<p>There were more people stirring now than -there were when Nat came out of his hotel, and -nearly all who passed him on the street turned -too look at him with astonishment and others -with amusement. They thought that Nat was -being arrested for something he had done; but -those who looked at his innocent face as he walked -along talking to the policeman, knew better -than that.</p> - -<p>“I am so glad to be where I can tell the truth -regarding this money,” said Nat; and the long-drawn -sigh that he uttered gave evidence to his -words.</p> - -<p>“What did you tell folks you had?” asked -the officer.</p> - -<p>“I told them that I had tools which I needed -to work with when I reached St Louis,” said -Nat. “And they thought I was a machinist, and -did not ask any more questions. But I will tell -you what is a fact: The presence of that dog -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_286">286</span> -has saved me from being robbed more than -once.”</p> - -<p>The policeman said he was sure of that, and -at last turned to the right and led Nat up a flight -of stone steps and into the court room. There -were plenty of police officers standing around, -but they all made room for them to pass and -looked at Nat with some curiosity. The room in -which the trials were held was arranged -with benches and chairs, and around the outside -were more chairs and to these he conducted Nat -and set him down in front of a window.</p> - -<p>“Now you keep still right here, and when -the judge comes you can talk to him,” said he.</p> - -<p>“But I don’t know the judge when I see -him,” said Nat.</p> - -<p>“I will speak to one of those policemen there -and he will tell him. I must go now.”</p> - -<p>“Why can’t you stay with me?”</p> - -<p>“Because I must go on my beat. If anybody -talks to you about your money, you can say -what you please. There’s men enough here to -protect you. So long.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_287">287</span></p> - -<p>There was a good deal of this talk that Nat -could not understand, but he asked no questions. -Everybody could see that he was a stranger there -and to the city besides, and all he wanted to -know now was where to go to place his money -so that it would be safe. He looked at the -policemen, but they did not seem to have anything -to do but just to stand around and wait for -somebody. They were tall, broad-shouldered -fellows, and he was certain that Jonas, if he -could have found his way into that court room, -would think twice before laying claim to any of -Nat’s money. When he grew tired of looking at -them he turned and looked out of the window. -The people seemed to have increased in numbers, -and it was a mystery where they all came from. -He thought he would never get weary of looking -at them, and when he turned to look at the policemen -again, he found that the court room was -filled; but no one paid any attention to him. A -few looked at the dog, others cast glances toward -the carpet-sacks, and Nat finally wondered what -had become of the police justice all this time; -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_288">288</span> -but while he was turning the matter over in his -mind the crowd in front of the door gave way, -and two gentlemen who seemed to have a right -there, came in. They exchanged greetings with -those they met, and presently one of them was -stopped by a policeman, who seemed to be communicating -something to him. Nat was certain -that one of them was talking about him, for they -nodded their heads in his direction, and finally -the two men came toward the corner where he -was sitting.</p> - -<p>“Do you want to see me, young man?” one -of them inquired.</p> - -<p>“I want to see the judge when he comes,” -replied Nat. “I want to find a good, honest lawyer -to tell me what to do.”</p> - -<p>“Humph!” exclaimed the man. “You want -to find a good, <i>honest</i> lawyer, do you? Well, you -have come to a bad shop to find him. How do -you think Judge Daniels will suit you?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know the man, for I am a stranger -in a strange place; but I will talk to any man -whom you recommend.” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_289">289</span></p> - -<p>“Daniels, I guess you are in for it,” said the -man, turning to his companion. “This is Judge -Daniels, and you may tell him what you want.”</p> - -<p>The speaker turned away and Nat proceeded -to give the man who had been called Judge Daniels -a good looking over. All he saw was the -man’s face. It was a benevolent looking face, -and more than all there was a smile upon it which -instantly won Nat’s heart.</p> - -<p>“What do you want to say to me?” was the -way in which he began the conversation.</p> - -<p>“I have a long story to tell, and you will -have to sit down beside me while I tell it,” said -Nat. “In the first place, you will not steal every -thing I have got will you?”</p> - -<p>“No, I don’t think I shall do that,” said the -man, as he seated himself in one of the chairs -alongside of Nat. “There is no necessity for -it.”</p> - -<p>“Well, sir, it is money that I have in -these two carpet-sacks,” said Nat, sinking his -voice to a whisper. “I have dug it out of the -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_290">290</span> -ground, and carried it all the way from Bridgeport -on foot.”</p> - -<p>The man continued to regard him with a -smile until Nat unlocked his valise; and then he -looked surprised. He listened while Nat told -his story never once interrupting him, but he kept -his eyes fastened upon the boy as if he meant to -look him through.</p> - -<p>“You want in the first place, to put that -money in the bank where it will be safe,” said -he, at length. “Then are you willing to go back -with me to Bridgeport so that I can collect evidence -that your story is true?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir; I will go with you anywhere,” -said Nat.</p> - -<p>This was all that Judge Daniels wanted. -He had been doing a heap of thinking while Nat -was telling his story, and when he had seen Nat -close his valise he got up and walked over to -where the police justice sat in his chair. The -court was just about ready to begin. He was -evidently astonished at what the judge had to -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_291">291</span> -tell him, and when he came back he was full of -business.</p> - -<p>“I will carry one valise, you can carry the -other, and we will go down, get a carriage and -take them to the bank,” said he. “That will be -the first job done. I hope the dog will not bite -me?”</p> - -<p>Nat hastened to assure him that the dog -would not, and together they left the court room -and in a few moments more were seated in a -hack, with Benny for company, and were being -whirled away toward the bank in the lower end -of the city. At every turn Nat found something -to wonder at. The streets were crowded with all -sorts of vehicles and Nat more than once held -his breath for fear that their driver would run -into some of them.</p> - -<p>Pedestrians crossed and recrossed before -them until Nat was certain that somebody would -be run down; but he did not have time to take -it all in. Judge Daniels had a good many questions -to ask, and while Nat was trying to make -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_292">292</span> -everything clear to him, they drew up in front of -the bank.</p> - -<p>Judge Daniels was so well known there that -he was invited at once into the private office -where there was no one to see them but the president. -At his request Nat related his story once -more, the judge watching it closely to detect -any flaws in it, and when the money was poured -out on the table before the president, the latter -could scarcely restrain his astonishment. Several -clerks were summoned to count the money, -and Nat strange as it may seem, did not bother -his head whether they counted it right or not. -The money was out of his hands, it had been surrendered -to those whose duty it was to look after -it, and he was satisfied. Finally one of the clerks -presented a paper to the president, who looked -at it and said:</p> - -<p>“Do you know how much money you have -here, Bub?”</p> - -<p>Nat replied that he did not. He took the -money as he found it without stopping to count -it. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_293">293</span></p> - -<p>“I don’t think you could have counted all -this money in a hurry,” said the president, with -a smile. “You have here $40,000 lacking $10. -Now what are you going to do with it?”</p> - -<p>Nat was obliged to confess that he did not -know. Judge Daniels and the president exchanged -a few words in a lower tone, and then -the latter arose and picked up his hat.</p> - -<p>“We’ll let it lay here until we go up to that -place of yours,” said he. “Now, Nat, you want -some good clothes. Look at your shoes. They -are all giving out.”</p> - -<p>How different this was from what Jonas -said to him the last time he referred to Nat’s -shoes! He readily surrendered himself to Judge -Daniels’ guidance, and in half an hour more -came out of the tailor shop with a wonderful -change in his appearance. The clothes he had -taken off would do very well for the country but -they would hardly do for the city. It was not -possible that anybody who had known him in -Manchester could have recognized him. Then -after he had been to a barber shop and had his -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_294">294</span> -hair neatly trimmed, the transformation was complete.</p> - -<p>The next thing was to go to Judge Daniels’ -home and get dinner; and here Nat’s admiration -and surprise knew no bounds. It did not seem -that those chairs were made to sit on, or that the -carpet was made to walk on; or that the lady who -came to see him, would not take wings and fly up -out of his sight. It was the judge’s wife. She -seated herself beside him on the sofa, listening -in unbounded astonishment to Nat’s story, the -Judge watching it all the time to see if there were -any flaws in it, and when it was over she reached -down and patted the dog, and Benny never raised -any objections to it.</p> - -<p>During the afternoon they went down to the -Judge’s office where there was another consultation -held between him and his partner. The -latter was amazed, but he thought that the best -thing the Judge could do would be to accompany -Nat to his home and get all the evidence there -was to be had; so the next morning, Benny being -left with the hostler, they took the cars -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_295">295</span> -for Bridgeport. This was the first time that Nat -had been on a railroad train, and sometimes, -when he looked out at the window and saw how -fast they were going, he could not help clutching -the seat for fear that the train was going to leave -the track. Arriving at Bridgeport they went to -a hotel for the rest of the night, and the next -morning they hired a carriage to take them to -Pond Post Office. We can scarcely imagine -what Nat’s feelings were when he gazed upon -the scenes which were so familiar to him; and -when at last he got out of the carriage and opened -the bars so that it could be driven through to -where Jonas was standing in the door waiting for -them, he felt like yelling. On the contrary he -controlled himself and said quietly:</p> - -<p>“How do you do, Mr. Keeler?”</p> - -<p>“Well, I will be dog-gone!” was all Jonas -had to say in reply.</p> - -<p>Getting the evidence he was in search of was -not difficult. Jonas saw in a moment “which -side of his bread had the butter onto it,” and -answered all his questions readily; while the antics -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_296">296</span> -which Caleb went through were enough to -make Nat fairly burst with merriment. They -were all sincere, too. He said “dog-gone the -luck” several times in a whisper, felt of Nat’s -clothing with his fingers, and could not bring -himself to believe that the thing was true. But -it was to Mrs. Keeler that Nat devoted the most -of his attention. The woman seemed really glad -of his good luck, and Nat assured her that at -some future time there was a thousand dollars -awaiting for her out of Mr. Nickerson’s money.</p> - -<p>It was a happy moment for Nat when they -seated themselves in the carriage bound for -Bridgeport, and Judge Daniels declared that, as -far as he could see, Nat’s story was all true, and -that the money which he had struggled so hard -to obtain was all his. All that remained to do -now was to have a guardian appointed and get -ready to go to school.</p> - -<p>“It will not take me five minutes to select a -guardian,” said Nat. “Will you take it Judge -Daniels?” -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_297">297</span></p> - -<p>The judge said he would and so the matter -was settled.</p> - -<p>Years have passed away since the events -that are recorded in this story took place, and if -you go to a certain law firm and ask to see -Nathaniel Wood, you would be fairly surprised -to see in that tall, well-dressed man who is coming -toward you the ragged, dirty-faced boy who -was wont to do the chores about Jonas Keeler’s -place. Jonas thinks the world of him, although -to tell the truth, he does not do any work to -speak of as long as his remittance from St. Louis -lasts.</p> - -<p>“Do you know Nat Wood, that little snipe -who used to work on my farm?” he would say to -some listener. “Well, he has got to be a big lawyer -in the city. If he ever runs for President, I -am going to vote for him.”</p> - -<p>Benny is dead; he served his day and generation -faithfully. He soon grew to be a regular -favorite around the Judge’s house, and although -a tramp would have passed by on the other side, -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_298">298</span> -people who came there on business were readily -admitted, and no questions asked. Nat is the -same fellow he always was. He was an honest -boy and he grew up to be an honest man. He is -always ready to live over old times; but those he -likes best to talk about are those that attended his -Struggle for a Fortune. -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_299">299</span></p> - -<h2 class="bbox" id="ALWAYS_ASK_FOR_THE_DONOHUE">ALWAYS <i><span class="small">ASK FOR THE</span></i> DONOHUE<br /> - -<span class="medium">COMPLETE EDITIONS—THE BEST FOR LEAST MONEY</span></h2> - -<p class="ph1"> -Mrs. L.T. 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