"Never you mind how old I am. A minute ago you said I didn't look more 'n forty; maybe I don't feel any older, either.""If that Preston girl has told you any--""She hasn't told me anything. She doesn't know that I know anything. But I do know. I was in the entry upstairs at the schoolhouse for about ten minutes last night."Mr. Saunders' start was perceptible this time. He stood for a moment without speaking. Then he jerked the chair around, threw himself into it, and said cautiously, "Well, what of it?""I come up from the house to git Elsie home 'cause 'twas rainin'.
I was told you was with her, and I thought there was somethin'
crooked goin' on; fact is, I had a suspicion what 'twas. So when Igot up to the door I didn't go in right away; I jest stood outside.""Listenin', hey! Spyin'!"
"Yup. I don't think much of folks that listens, gin'rally speakin', but there's times when I b'lieve in it. When I'm foolin' with a snake I'd jest as soon hit him from behind as in front. I didn't hear much, but I heard enough to let me know that you'd been takin'
money from that girl right along. And I think I know why.""You do, hey?"
"Yup."
Then Mr. Saunders asked the question that a bigger rascal than he had asked some years before. He leaned back in his chair, took a pull at his cigar, and said sneeringly, "Well, what are you goin'
to do 'bout it?"
"I'm goin' to stop it, and I'm goin' to make you give the money back. How much has she paid you?""None of your d--n bus'ness."
The Captain rose to his feet. Mr. Saunders sprang up, also, and reached for the coal shovel, evidently expecting trouble. But if he feared a physical assault, his fear was groundless. Captain Eri merely took up his coat.
"Maybe it ain't none of my bus'ness," he said. "I ain't a s'lectman nor sheriff. But there's such things in town, and p'raps they'll be int'rested. Seems to me that I've heard that blackmailin' has got folks into State's prison afore now.""Is that so? Never heard that folks that set fire to other people's prop'ty got there, did you? Yes, and folks that helps 'em gits there, too, sometimes. Who was it hid a coat a spell ago?"It was Captain Eri's turn to start. He hesitated a moment, tossed the pea jacket back on the settee and sat down once more. Mr.
Saunders watched him, grinning triumphantly.
"Well?" he said with a sneer.
"A coat, you say?"
"Yes, a coat. Maybe you know who hid it; I can guess, myself.
That coat was burned some. How do you s'pose it got burned? And say! who used to wear a big white hat round these diggin's? Ah, ha! Who did?"There was no doubt about the Captain's start this time. He wheeled sharply in his chair, and looked at the speaker.
"Humph!" he exclaimed. "You found that hat, did you?""That's what I done! And where do you think I found it? Why, right at the back of my shed where the fire started. And there'd been a pile of shavin's there, too, and there'd been kerosene on 'em. Who smashed the bottle over in the field, hey?"Captain Eri seemed to be thinking. "Web" evidently set his own interpretation on this silence, for he went on, raising his voice as he did so.
"Did you think I was fool enough not to know who set that fire? Iknew the night she burned, and when I met Dr. Palmer jest comin'
from your house, and he told me how old Baxter was took sick goin'
to the fire--oh, yes, GOIN'--I went up on that hill right off, and I hunted and I found things, and what I found I kept. And what Ifound when I pulled that burned shed to pieces I kept, too. And I've got 'em yit!""You have, hey? Dear! dear!"
"You bet I have! And somebody's goin' to pay for 'em. Goin' to pay, pay, PAY! Is that plain?"The Captain made no answer. He thrust his hands into his pockets and looked at the stove dolefully, so it seemed to the man of business.
"Fust off I thought I'd have the old cuss jailed," continued Mr.
Saunders. "Then, thinks I, 'No, that won't pay me for my buildin'
and my bus'ness hurt and all that.' So I waited for Baxter to git well, meanin' to make him pay or go to the jug. But he stayed sick a-purpose, I b'lieve, the mean, white-headed, psalm-singin'--"Captain Eri moved uneasily and broke in, "You got your insurance money, didn't you?""Yes, I did, but whose fault is that? 'Twa'n't his, nor any other darned 'Come-Outer's.' It don't pay me for my trouble, nor it don't make me square with the gang. I gen'rally git even sometime or 'nother, and I'll git square now. When that girl come here, swellin' 'round and puttin' on airs, I see my chance, and told her to pay up or her granddad would be shoved into Ostable jail. That give her the jumps, I tell you!""You wrote her a letter, didn't you?"
"You bet I did! She come 'round to see me in a hurry. Said she didn't have no money. I told her her granddad did, an she could git that or go to work and earn some. I guess she thought she'd ruther work. Oh, I've got her and her prayin', house-burnin'
granddad where I want 'em, and I've got you, too, Eri Hedge, stickin' your oar in. Talk to me 'bout blackmail! For two cents I'd jail the old man and you, too!"This was the real Mr. Saunders. He usually kept this side of his nature for home use; his wife was well acquainted with it.
Captain Eri was evidently frightened. His manner had become almost apologetic.
"Well," he said, "I wouldn't do that if I was you, Web. I heard you tell Elsie last night she wa'n't payin' you enough, and Ithought--"
"I know what you thought. You thought you could scare me. You didn't know I had the coat and hat, did you? Well, what I said Istand by. The girl AIN'T payin' me enough. Fourteen dollars a week she gits, and she's only been givin' up ten. I want more. Iwant--"
But here Captain Eri interrupted him.
"I guess that 'll do," he said calmly. "You've told me what Iwanted to know. Ten dollars a week sence the middle of November.
'Bout seventy dollars, rough figgerin'. Now, then, hand it over.""What?"
"Hand over that seventy dollars."
"Hand over hell! What are you talkin' 'bout?"The Captain rose and, leaning over, shook his forefinger in Mr.
Saunders' flabby red face.
