Part 18 (1/2)

”When he what?” Tusk glared.

”Why, durn yoh poh haid, don't you know he wants yoh land for the railroad? Ain't he said time an' time agin he's goin' to have it; an'

ain't you said you wouldn't sell? Well, then how's he goin' to git it, you tell me that?”

As though a veil had been drawn from Tusk's face he saw it all in an instant, and the next few minutes he spent in a flow of lurid oaths. Tom watched him, a slow smile flickering about the corners of his mouth.

Finally he said:

”'Tain't no use to cuss; that won't build yoh cabin. Jest go like you don't know nuthin' 'bout it, an' say you've come for that hund'ed for me. An' if he says he ain't goin' to send it, jest say all right, that you'll go right on over to Arden an' ax the Cunnel an' his folks if they don't think it's fair an' squar. Jest say that! An' tell him, in case he ain't got it on him, to put it--let's see,” Tom thought a moment; ”tell him to put it on the schoolhouse steps tomorrer night at nine. See? If you do that, Tusk, an' fetch the coin, I'll give you five dollars an' a new rifle; an' help you git squar', too.”

”Where'll I find this heah railroad feller?” Tusk was growing excited.

”He's at the Cunnel's; I done told you that!”

”An' I done told you I da.s.sant go there!”

”Then ketch him out somewhere.”

Tusk thought a moment, and hopefully exclaimed:

”I kin ketch 'im at the schoolhouse when he leaves the money!”

Tom looked at his friend in pitying disgust.

”You blamed fool, how's he comin' to the schoolhouse less'n you tell 'im!”

The simple-minded giant was greatly perplexed at this. He drew out his bottle and took another drink, then mechanically pa.s.sed it to Tom.

”Well,” this schemer said, drawing the back of his hand across his mouth, ”if you want the gun, you'll have to make it. Belly-achin' around this a-way won't bring you nothin'. Let me know tomorrer night what you kin do, 'cause there's plenty others'll jump at the chance.” With that he turned and went back to the house, while Tusk, dazed and thinking hard, walked slowly and slouchily down the pike.

Chance succeeded where the ingenuity of Tusk might have failed. He reached a dip in the road where a small stream crossed, and stopped to drink. On his hands and knees, and with the water dripping from his mouth and chin, he suddenly raised his head to listen, then scurried into the bushes to watch, as he recognized the sound of a galloping horse.

Brent, coming from town, felt his mount shy and saw Potter looking out at him. He did not know, of course, the part Tusk had played in the schoolhouse drama, or of the fire, or, indeed, anything about him except that he owned a piece of land which Dulany, Buckville's legal hope, was trying to buy for the railroad, and that someone else had said his strength was as great as his intellect was lacking. Brent reined up.

”h.e.l.lo, Potter! What are you doing in there?”

”h.e.l.lo yohse'f,” Tusk emerged. ”Hold up a minute!”

”Well?” Brent asked.

There was a pause, and Brent asked again: ”Well?”

”Tom says as how you kin git that hund'ed for buhnin' down my cabin!”

”I'll get a monkey-wrench, my friend; you rattle,” Brent chuckled. ”But you get out of my way! I'm going!”

Tusk regarded him in sullen silence. His face was black with pa.s.sion and Brent saw the necessity of more affable tactics.

”What's on your mind?” he asked. ”Tell me so I can understand!”

”Nothin' ain't on my mind,” Potter answered, with more truth than he realized. ”Tom says you owe me a hund'ed dollars for buhnin' down my cabin; an' he says to leave that an' the hund'ed you owes him on the schoolhouse steps tomorrer night; an' if you don't hand 'em over now I'm to put it up to the Cunnel!”