by Homer Greene
CHAPTER V.
A HAPLESS HOLIDAY.
Brede, Brightly, and the larger boys leaped up, caught the top of thefence, and swung themselves over lightly, while others unable to dothis ran along the base of it wildly, like frightened animals seeking apassage through.
There was a board broken off at one place, and, one at a time, thesmaller boys began to squeeze through this narrow aperture. Plumpytried to get through here, but succeeded only in getting himself wedgedtightly in the opening. After vigorous efforts his comrades releasedhim, making a way again for themselves.
When they had all passed through, the fat boy, fearful of being leftbehind, found a foothold on the broken board, and managed to climb byit to the top of the fence. Here he hung for a moment in ludicroussuspense, sawing the air with his hands, kicking lustily with bothfeet, and shouting at the top of his voice; then, losing his imperfectbalance, he went toppling to the ground on the outside of the enclosure.
The earth was soft, his body was elastic, and he was not even bruised;but his great paper star was ruined beyond hope of repair. He scrambledhastily to his feet, and ran clumsily after his comrades, who weregathered again into a single body, and were making a devious pathacross the hilly fields. Finally they struck into a country cross-road,and turned their faces toward the river.
They hurried along, as if, by their own resolution, they had not thewhole day before them for pleasure. They talked and laughed loudly asthey went, but the ring of sincere enjoyment was not in their voices.
Once they were suddenly alarmed by one of their number, who shoutedthat Colonel Silsbee was coming after them with a horse and buggy. Onlooking around, they did see a horse and buggy approaching them, butthe man in the vehicle was not Colonel Silsbee. He looked wonderinglyat them as he passed, and drove rapidly on.
After a little time they crossed the tracks of the Hudson RiverRailroad, and kept on down to the river. A sloop was lying at the dock,taking on a load of sawed lumber, and the boys amused themselves for ashort time running over the little vessel, and watching the dock-handsat their work. Some one proposed a boat-ride on the river; but this wasclearly out of the question, as there were but two row-boats to be hadthere, and these would not contain half of the party.
It was finally decided to go up to the railroad track and follow itdown the river, keeping a sharp lookout for anything that might turn upin the way of diversion.
Patchy had lost his cap somewhere, and Brightly tied his handkerchiefover the child's head to protect him from the hot rays of the sun. Itgave him a comical appearance, and some of the larger boys began tomake fun of him. The little fellow wanted to take it off; but Brightlyturned savagely on the tormentors and shut them up, and ordered Patchysternly to keep it on.
The utter foolishness of the expedition was already beginning toimpress itself on Brightly's mind. Now that the step had been taken,the breach made, now that it was too late to turn back, he was justcoming to a realization of the position in which he had placed himself.
Moreover, the thought that this little boy, the youngest in the school,had been led into evil by the example and persuasion of such fellows ashe,--fellows old enough to be responsible,--preyed upon his mind, as hewalked silently along over the ties.
He kept Patchy in sight, helping him across the short bridges, andholding him up against the bank while the trains flashed by. Brede wenton ahead, talking loudly, coarsely at times, telling what he should doin case "Old Sil" attempted to punish him, or any of his fellows.
By and by they came to a tunnel in the face of an abrupt hill. Themouth of it was very dark, and the small, rectangular spot of lightwhich marked the farther opening indicated that it was also very long.Some of the more foolhardy were for pushing on through it; but thetimid ones stoutly demurred, and one frightened small boy began to cry.Then Brightly declared that he should not enter it, nor allow any oneelse to do so, if he could prevent him.
So wiser counsels prevailed, and the company retraced their steps tillthey came to a narrow lane at the edge of a piece of woods, and theyturned up it toward the highway; but the unfenced woods along thisroute were so cool and attractive, and the forest air was so sweet,that they all lay down under the shade of the trees to rest.
Many of the lads were still laboring under deep excitement; but thetendency to loud talking and boisterous laughter had lessened, and thecountry stillness was scarcely broken by their noise. For most of them,indeed, this quiet hour among the shadows of the forest was the onlybit of genuine enjoyment that they had during their entire outing. EvenBrightly felt the calming influence of Nature on his perturbed spirit.
Brede had stretched himself lazily on the ground, and he and twoor three others were smoking cigars, which one of their number hadthought to bring. There was no sign of serious thought in his face,nor of genuine enjoyment. He felt that he had crossed the Rubiconof disobedience; he proposed now to indulge his vicious taste forrebellious freedom to the full.
It was Plumpy who called the company to attention by the remark, "I'mhungry. Isn't it about lunch-time?"
The few watches in the crowd were consulted, and it was discovered tobe nearly noon. Every one was hungry, and every one said so. Then thequestion arose as to how, when, and where food was to be obtained.
Some one bethought him of a country store that he had once seen at across-road corner a little way down the main road, and it was resolvedto go there. But who would buy the things to eat? This question ledto the evident necessity of further plans, and Drake's fertile mindquickly conceived a way out of the difficulty.
"Now, boys," he said, "I'll tell you what we've got to do. Everybody'sgot to turn his pockets inside out, an' give all the money he's got toone fellow. I should say give it to Captain Brede,--he's the head manhere,--an' let him be the treasurer, an' make the bargains an' buy thethings for us all."
"But," suggested one, whose pockets were evidently not empty, "some'llbe givin' twice as much as others, an' that won't be fair."
Drake was ready with an answer to the objection.
"Well," he said, "everybody gives all he's got, an' if he aint gotanything, he don't give anything,--not now. An' when we get back, we'llfigure up what it all cost, an' then every fellow's got to pay hisshare, an' you that pay more now'll get that much more back."
This plan met the approval of the company, and all hands wereimmediately plunged into their owners' pockets.
It was not a wealthy assemblage. There were forty-one boys in thecompany, and the sum of their riches, which consisted largely ofpennies and fractional currency, was six dollars and fifty-four cents.Brede took the money, and the boys resumed their march. They went upto the highway, and turned toward the south. It was a good mile to thecountry store, and it was long past noon when they reached it. Theywere all tired, too, and very hungry.
Brede acted as spokesman for the party.
"We're out on a picnic to-day," he explained, "and we want a littlesomething to eat; a kind of lunch, you know."
The storekeeper took a sugar-scoop out of a barrel and leaned on itfor a minute, looking at the crowd that filled the space between hiscounters as if uncertain whether they were friends or foes.
"Well," he said finally, "wha' do ye want? We've got crackers an'cheese, an' that's about all we hev got that'll go around among ye."
"Well, boys," inquired Brede, "what do you say? Shall we have crackersand cheese?"
Every one assented, and the captain turned again to the storekeeper.
"How do you sell your crackers and cheese?" he asked.
"Crackers is wuth a shillin' a pound, an' cheese is wuth two shillin'."
"Well, how many pounds do you think it'd take for us?"
"Oh, I don' know. S'pose you try ten pounds o' crackers an' a couple orthree pounds o' cheese; an' if that aint enough, why, they's more here."
"All right, weigh it out."
The crackers were weighed out and distributed, the cheese cut intosmall pieces and laid on the counters; and the
hungry lads helpedthemselves so liberally that it was not a great while before a freshsupply was called for. Brede paid for the lunch with an important air,and the storekeeper, who had hitherto appeared as if fearful that hewas contracting a bad debt, suddenly relaxed into good humor, and puton a more hospitable manner.
"Anything else I can git for ye, young gentlemen?" he asked.
Plumpy responded. "We'd like a little after-dinner coffee," he saidsoberly, "and some nuts and fruit; and I desire to remind you, asdelicately as possible, that you have forgotten to furnish us withnapkins and finger-bowls."
For a moment the storekeeper looked puzzled, but the shouts andlaughter of the other boys soon convinced him that nothing more wasreally required.
A straw hat was voted to Patchy, and purchased with money from thecommon fund; then the question arose again: What should be done next?Some of the boys, Brightly among the number, were in favor of turningback up the road toward Riverpark. They calculated that it wouldbe almost time for retreat before they could reach there, if theyshould start immediately. This plan might have prevailed had not thestorekeeper, anxious to find favor in the eyes of his customers, madea suggestion which met with their immediate and hearty approval.
"Mebbe," he said reflectively, "mebbe you young gentlemen'd like togo on down to New Hornbury an' see the circus. 'Taint but a few milebelow here. Them's the advertisements up there," pointing to thehighly-colored show-bills hanging from the beams at the back of thestore.
The thought of a circus is always a pleasant one to boys, but to theseboys on this day it presented a suggestive attractiveness that waswholly irresistible. They shouted as with one voice: "The circus! thecircus! hurrah for the circus!"
In two minutes the store at the country cross-roads was empty of humanbeings, and the storekeeper was standing on his porch watching theshouting and hurrying crowd of boys as they moved along the highway,their faces still turned toward the south. The road was broad andsmooth, and the anticipation of unusual pleasure so nerved their limbsand refreshed their spirits that they made very good time toward theirnew destination for the first few miles of the way.
But weariness overtook them, and their steps lagged before they wereable to discern the flags floating from the tent-tops, before even theoutskirts of the town came upon their view. Finally Brede, who was inthe lead, threw himself at full length on a shady bank, exclaiming,"I'm going to take a rest!"
The other boys were not long in following his example. They were alltired, dusty, and perspiring, and glad enough to get a minute's respitefrom their toilsome march, even at the risk of being late at the circus.
An embarrassing thought came to Fryant.
"Have we got money enough to take us all in?" he asked. "How much isthere left, Cap?"
Brede made a hasty calculation on the sleeve of his white cuff. "Fourdollars and thirty-three cents," he replied.
"How much does it cost to get in?" some one asked.
Fryant answered promptly. "Fifty cents apiece."
"Let me see," said the questioner, "that'd be-- Brede, you figure it."
"That would be," responded Brede, slowly, marking again on his cuff,"twenty dollars and fifty cents for the crowd."
A look of consternation came upon all faces.
"That settles it!" exclaimed Brightly; "we can't go in." Indeed, hewas rather glad of it. There would be some excuse now for turning backtoward home. He feared lest the company, by inconsiderate action,should make it impossible to reach Riverpark before night.
"But," said Fryant, after a moment of comparative silence, "there arehalf of us who are young enough to go in at half-price."
"And they always give schools a reduction," added another.
"And their old show must be half-out by this time, anyway," said athird, consulting his watch.
"But there's Plumpy," said Drake, in whom not even the seriousness ofthe emergency could wholly quench the spirit of fun. "Plumpy's as bigas any five of us, an' it'd cost two dollars an' a half to get him in,anyway, and they'd have to cut the canvas to do it, at that."
Patchy had lately been reading the story of Joseph and his brethren.
"Le's sell Plumpy to the Lishmalites for a freak!" he exclaimed, "an'go into the show on the money."
There was a general shout at this, in which Plumpy joined, and afterthat the fat boy bore the added title, "The Freak."
"Well," cried Brede, petulantly, "there's no time for fooling. Shall wego on? What do you say?"
"Yes," came the answer from nearly every one. "Go on."
"Come along, then!"
Brede led the way, and the tired stragglers started out once more inhis wake. At the very next turn in the road they discovered the town ofNew Hornbury, and to their ears came faintly the inspiring strains ofmusic from the band. They hurried on, to find that the circus-tentswere set up in the southerly suburbs of the town. It was nearly fouro'clock when they reached the ground, and some one told them that theshow had been in progress for more than an hour.
Brede and Fryant held a hasty conference with one of the managers, whochanced to be in the ticket-seller's wagon, and explained the situationto him in a few words.
"How much money has your crowd got?" he asked. Brede told him. "Well,give us three dollars," he said.
Then, as the money was paid to him, stepping down from the wagon, hecontinued: "Never mind the tickets; come along with me."
He led the party through the entrance of the main tent, and pilotedthem to seats in the high back-rows on the farther side of the arena.
There was still a good hour left of the performance, and those of theboys who were not too tired to enjoy anything seemed to derive somepleasure from the exhibition. But poor little Patchy, overcome byheat and fatigue, fell asleep in Brightly's arms long before the lastgorgeous procession had made its final exit.
When the party came out of the menagerie tent, some time after theclose of the performance, it was nearly six o'clock. Struggling awayfrom the outpouring mass of people, they gathered at one side of thecircus ground for consultation.
What was to be done now? They were all very tired and very hungry.In an hour darkness would set in, and they were ten miles from home.They had left of their common fund only a dollar and thirty-threecents,--not enough to hire conveyances to take them to Riverpark; notenough to pay their passage by either boat or cars; not enough to payfor beds to sleep on here; not even enough to buy for their supper sopoor a meal as they had eaten at mid-day. The situation was a seriousone. There was no jesting now. Every tired face was sober and anxiousin its aspect.
Brede was sullen, and answered questions in petulant monosyllables,or refused to answer at all. Brightly saw the impossibility of gettingthese foot-sore lads back to Riverpark through the darkness of night,and could suggest nothing better than that they should remain wherethey were until morning. The prospect was indeed disheartening.
Then one of the boys spoke up who had, hitherto, said very little. Hisname was Glueck, and he was of German descent. His home was in the cityof Newburg, about six miles farther down, on the other side of theHudson.
"I have an uncle," he said, "a farmer, who lives across the river abouta mile below here. If you boys have a mind to go over there with me, wecan get a roof to sleep under, and something for supper and breakfast,and he'll trust me for the bill."
The suggestion was adopted at once. It seemed to be a sure way outof the present difficulty. Brede alone remained sullen and silent.The party moved up the street and then down to the dock. There was arow-boat ferry there, and, after much dickering, the proprietor of itagreed to take them across the river for six shillings.
Brede inquired privately of a man standing by when the next trainwould go north, and, learning that it was due at New Hornbury in aboutten minutes, he became animated with a sudden desire to get the boatsloaded and started as quickly as possible. He took charge of theproceeding, and hurried it along vigorously.
The first boat, in which Brightly had embarked, wi
th the smaller boys,had already been pushed off, and the strong young man who managed itwas heading it down the river against the tide. In the second boat theproprietor of the ferry seated himself at the oars.
"All ready!" cried Brede, still standing on the dock; "push off!"
"Aint you goin' yourself?" inquired the man.
"No; push off, I say!"
The ferryman, with a sweep of his oars, placed a broad band of foamingwater between the boat and the landing. Then some one, recovering fromsudden amazement, pointed at Brede and shouted,--
"He's got the money!"
The shout aroused Brightly in the forward boat. He took in thesituation at a glance.
"Stop!" he cried to the rowers; "stop! turn back--back--quick--to thelanding!"
Brede had already turned, and was hastening up the dock toward therailroad station. The whole party understood the meaning of his conductnow, and every breast was filled with sudden indignation. He wasplaying the part of traitor and coward at a most critical moment.
The water curled and foamed under the oars of the rowers in theforemost boat as it was backed speedily to the landing. Brightly leapedlightly to the dock, and, followed by a half-dozen others, gave chaseto the retreating captain. Brede saw them coming, and broke into a run.
Already the whistle of the approaching train was in his ears, and thenext minute it rumbled by him and pulled up at the station. He knewthat if he could reach it and get on board, he could protect himselffrom his pursuers during the minute that might elapse before it shouldbe again under way. He redoubled his efforts.
The bell rang for the train to move. The rear car was not fifty feetahead of him; but behind him he heard fleet steps and quick breathing,and he knew that Brightly was at his heels.
