Sevenoaks Part 34
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They all walked to the cabin in moody silence. Jim felt that he had been hasty, and was very strongly inclined to believe in the sincerity of Yates; but he knew it was safe to be on his guard with any man who was in the employ of Mr. Belcher. Turk saw there was trouble, and whined around his master, as if inquiring whether there was anything that he could do to bring matters to an adjustment.
"No, Turk; he's my game," said Jim. "Ye couldn't eat 'im no more nor ye could a muss rat."
There were just three seats in the cabin--two camp-stools and a chest.
"That's the seat for ye," said Jim to Yates, pointing to the chest.
"Jest plant yerself thar. Thar's somethin' in that 'ere chest as'll make ye tell the truth."
Yates looked at the chest and hesitated.
"It ain't powder," said Jim, "but it'll blow ye worse nor powder, if ye don't tell the truth."
Yates sat down. He had not appreciated the anxiety of Benedict to escape discovery, or he would not have been so silly as to bruit his knowledge until he had left the woods. He felt ashamed of his indiscretion, but, as he knew that his motives were good, he could not but feel that he had been outraged.
"Jim, you have abused me," said he. "You have misunderstood me, and that is the only apology that you can make for your discourtesy. I was a fool to tell you what I knew, but you had no right to serve me as you have served me."
"P'raps I hadn't," responded Jim, doubtfully.
Yates went on:
"I have never intended to play you a trick. It may be a base thing for me to do, but I intended to deceive Mr. Belcher. He is a man to whom I owe no good will. He has always treated me like a dog, and he will continue the treatment so long as I have anything to do with him; but he found me when I was very low, and he has furnished me with the money that has made it possible for me to redeem myself. Believe me, the finding of Mr. Benedict was the most unwelcome discovery I ever made."
"Ye talk reasonable," said Jim; "but how be I goin' to know that ye're tellin' the truth?"
"You cannot know," replied Yates. "The circ.u.mstances are all against me, but you will be obliged to trust me. You are not going to kill me; you are not going to harm me; for you would gain nothing by getting my ill will. I forgive your indignities, for it was natural for you to be provoked, and I provoked you needlessly--childishly, in fact; but after what I have said, anything further in that line will not be borne."
"I've a good mind to lick ye now," said Jim, on hearing himself defied.
"You would be a fool to undertake it," said Yates.
"Well, what be ye goin' to tell old Belcher, anyway?" inquired Jim.
"I doubt whether I shall tell him anything. I have no intention of telling him that Mr. Benedict is here, and I do not wish to tell him a lie. I have intended to tell him that in all my journey to Sevenoaks I did not find the object of my search, and that Jim Fenton declared that but one pauper had ever come into the woods and died there."
"That's the truth," said Jim. "Benedict ain't no pauper, nor hain't been since he left the poor-house."
"If he knows about old Tilden," said Yates, "and I'm afraid he does, he'll know that I'm on the wrong scent. If he doesn't know about him, he'll naturally conclude that the dead man was Mr. Benedict. That will answer his purpose."
"Old Belcher ain't no fool," said Jim.
"Well," said Yates, "why doesn't Mr. Benedict come out like a man and claim his rights? That would relieve me, and settle all the difficulties of the case."
Benedict had nothing to say for this, for there was what he felt to be a just reproach in it.
"It's the way he's made," replied Jim--"leastways, partly. When a man's ben hauled through h.e.l.l by the har, it takes 'im a few days to git over bein' dizzy an' find his legs ag'in; an' when a man sells himself to old Belcher, he mustn't squawk an' try to git another feller to help 'im out of 'is bargain. Ye got into't, an' ye must git out on't the best way ye can."
"What would you have me do?" inquired Yates.
"I want to have ye sw'ar, an' sign a Happy David."
"A what?"
"A Happy David. Ye ain't no lawyer if ye don't know what a Happy David is, and can't make one."
Yates recognized, with a smile, the nature of the instrument disguised in Jim's p.r.o.nunciation and conception, and inquired:
"What would you have me to swear to?"
"To what I tell ye."
"Very well. I have pen and paper with me, and am ready to write. Whether I will sign the paper will depend upon its contents."
"Be ye ready?"
"Yes."
"Here ye have it, then. 'I solem-ny sw'ar, s'welp me! that I hain't seen no pauper, in no woods, with his name as Benedict.'"
Jim paused, and Yates, having completed the sentence, waited. Then Jim muttered to himself:
"With his name _as_ Benedict--with his name _is_ Benedict--with his name _was_ Benedict."
Then with a puzzled look, he said:
"Yates, can't ye doctor that a little?"
"Whose name was Benedict," suggested Yates.
"Whose name was Benedict," continued Jim. "Now read it over, as fur as ye've got."
"'I solemnly swear that I have seen no pauper in the woods whose name was Benedict.'"
"Now look a here, Sam Yates! That sort o' thing won't do. Stop them tricks. Ye don't know me, an' ye don't know whar ye're settin' if you think that'll go down."
"Why, what's the matter?"
"I telled ye that Benedict was no pauper, an' ye say that ye've seen no pauper whose name was Benedict. That's jest tellin' that he's here. Oh, ye can't come that game! Now begin agin, an' write jest as I give it to ye. 'I solem-ny sw'ar, s'welp me! that I hain't seen no pauper, in no woods, whose name was Benedict.'"
"Done," said Yates, "but it isn't grammar."
"Hang the grammar!" responded Jim; "what I want is sense. Now jine this on: 'An' I solem-ny sw'ar, s'welp me! that I won't blow on Benedict, as isn't a pauper--no more nor Jim Fenton is--an' if so be as I do blow on Benedict--I give Jim Fenton free liberty, out and out--to lick me--without goin' to lor--but takin' the privlidge of self-defense.'"
Jim thought a moment. He had wrought out a large phrase.
"I guess," said he, "that covers the thing. Ye understand, don't ye, Yates, about the privlidge of self-defense?"
"You mean that I may defend myself if I can, don't you?"
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