The Gold-Stealers Part 11
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'Send me below, then, an' by Heaven I'll spot the true thieves if they're not more cunning than the devil himself. You think Frank guilty, so do most people; it's what we ought to expect, I s'pose.' Harry's hands were clenched hard--it was a sore subject. 'We don't, Mr. Holden; we believe his story, every word of it. Give me half a chance to prove it. You were our father's mate; stand by us now. Put me on with the same s.h.i.+ft as Frank worked with.'
'Done!' said the manager, starting up. 'Come on at four. Go trucking; it'll give you a better chance of moving round; and good luck, my boy!
But take a hint that's well meant: if the real thief is down there, see he plays no tricks on you.'
'I've thought of that--trust me.'
Harry Hardy's appearance below with the afternoon s.h.i.+ft at the Stream occasioned a good deal of talk amongst the miners; but he heard none of it. s.h.i.+ne was in the searching-shed when he came up at midnight, on his knees amongst the men's discarded clothes, pawing them over with his claw-like fingers.
The searcher rarely spoke to the men, never looked at them, and performed his duties as if unconscious of their presence. Custom had made him exceedingly cautious, for it was the delight of the men to play tricks upon him, usually of an exceedingly painful nature. The searcher is no man's friend. When putting on his dry clothes, Harry heard Joe Rogers, the foreman, saying:
'D'yer know them's Harry Hardy's togs yer pawin', Brother Tinribs?'
s.h.i.+ne's mud-coloured eyes floated uneasily from one form to another, but were raised no higher than the knees of the men, seemingly.
'Yes, search 'em carefully, Brother. I s'pose you'd like ter jug the whole family. 'Taint agin yer Christian principles, is it, Mr.
Superintendent, to send innocent men to gaol? Quod's good fer morals, ain't it? A gran' place to cultivate the spirit o' brotherly love, ain't it--eh, what? Blast you fer a snivellin' hippercrit, s.h.i.+ne! If yer look sidelong at me I'll belt you over--'
Rogers made an ugly movement towards the searcher; but Peterson and another interposed, and he returned to the form, spitting venomous oaths like an angry cat. s.h.i.+ne, kneeling on the floor, had gone on with his work in his covert way, as if quite unconscious of the foreman's burst of pa.s.sion.
CHAPTER IX.
JACKER MACK'S report having been entirely favourable, the invasion of Summers' orchard was under taken at dinner-time on the Tuesday following.
The party, which consisted of d.i.c.k Haddon, Jacker McKnight, Ted, Billy Peterson, and Gable, started for the paddocks immediately school was out, intending to make Jock Summers compensate them for the loss of a meal. It was not thought desirable to take Gable, but he insisted, and Gable was exceedingly pig-headed and immovable when in a stubborn mood. d.i.c.k tried to drive him back, but failed; when the others attempted to run away from him the old man trotted after them, bellowing so l.u.s.tily that the safety of the expedition was endangered; so he was allowed to stand in.
'He'll do to keep nit,' said d.i.c.k.
Gable could not run in the event of a surprise and a pursuit, but that mattered little, as it was long since known to be hopeless to attempt to extract evidence from him, and his complicity in matters of this kind was generously overlooked by the people of Waddy.
The expedition was not a success. d.i.c.k planned it and captained it well; but the best laid plans of youth are not less fallible than those of mice and men, and one always runs a great risk in looting an orchard in broad daylight--although it will be admitted, by those readers who were once young enough and human enough to rob orchards, that stealing cherries in the dark is as aggravating and unsatisfactory an undertaking as eating soup with a two-p.r.o.nged fork.
d.i.c.k stationed Gable in a convenient tree, with strict orders to cry 'nit' should anybody come in sight from the black clump of fir-trees surrounding the squatter's house. Then he led his party over the fence and along thick lines of currant bushes, creeping under their cover to where the beautiful white-heart cherries hung ripening in the sun. d.i.c.k was very busy indeed in the finest of the trees when the note of warning came from Ted McKnight.
'Nit! nit! NIT! Here comes Jock with a dog.'
d.i.c.k was last in the rush. He saw the two McKnights safe away, and was following Peterson, full of hope, when there came a rush of feet behind and he was sent sprawling by a heavy body striking him between the shoulders. When he was quite able to grasp the situation he found himself on the broad of his back, with a big mastiff lying on his chest, one paw on either side of his head, and a long, warm tongue lolling in his face with affectionate familiarity. The expression in the dog's eye, he noticed, was decidedly genial, but its att.i.tude was firm. The amiable eye rea.s.sured him; he was not going to be eaten, but at the same time he was given to understand that that dog would do his duty though the heavens fell.
A minute later the mastiff was whistled off; d.i.c.k was taken by the ear and gently a.s.sisted to his feet, and stood defiantly under the stern eye of a rugged, spare-boned, iron-grey Scotchman, six feet high, and framed like an iron cage. Jock retained his hold on the boy's ear.
'Eh, eh, what is it, laddie?' he said, 'enterin' an' stealin', enterin'
an' stealin'. A monstrous crime. Come wi' me.'
d.i.c.k followed reluctantly, but the grip on his ear lobe was emphatic, and in his one short struggle for freedom he felt as if he were grappling with the great poppet-legs at the Silver Stream. Summers paused for a moment.
'Laddie,' he said, 'd'ye mind my wee bit dog?'
The dog capered like a frivolous cow, flopped his ears, and exhibited himself in a cheerful, well-meaning way.
'If ye'd rather, laddie, the dog will bring ye home,' continued the man.
'Skite!' said d.i.c.k, with sullen scorn; but he went quietly after that.
At the house they were met by Christina s.h.i.+ne, and d.i.c.k blushed furiously under her gaze of mild surprise. Christina had been a member of the Summers household for over five years, ever since the death of her mother, and had won herself a position there, something like that of a beloved poor relation with light duties and many liberties.
'd.i.c.kie, d.i.c.kie, what have you been doing this time?' asked Miss Chris.
'Robbin' my fruit-trees, my dear. What might we do with him, d'ye think?'
Miss Chris thought for a minute with one finger pressed on her lip.
'We might let him go,' she said, with the air of one making rather a clever suggestion.
'Na, na, na; we canna permit such crimes to go unpunished.'
'Poor boy, perhaps he's very fond of cherries,' said Chris in extenuation.
Summers regarded the young woman dryly for a moment.
'Eh, eh, girl,' he said, 'ye'd begin to pity the very De'il himself if ye thought maybe he'd burnt his finger.'
d.i.c.k was greatly comforted. As a general thing he writhed under sympathy, but, strangely enough, he found it very sweet to hear her speaking words of pity on his behalf, and to feel her soft eyes bent upon him with gentle concern. Probably no young woman quite understands the deep devotion she has inspired in the bosom of a small boy even when she realises--which is rare indeed--that she is regarded with unusual affection by Tommy or Billy or Jim. Jim is probably very young; his hair as a rule appears to have been tousled in a whirlwind, his plain face is never without traces of black jam in which vagrant dust finds rest, and in the society of the adored one he is shy and awkward. The adored one may think him a good deal of a nuisance, but deep down in the dark secret chamber of his heart she is enshrined a G.o.ddess, and wors.h.i.+pped with zealous devotion. Men may call her an angel lightly enough; Jim knows her to be an angel, and says never a word. His romance is true, and pure, and beautiful while it lasts--the only true, pure, and beautiful romance many women ever inspire, and alas! they never know of it, and would not prize it if they did.
That was the feeling d.i.c.k had for Christina s.h.i.+ne. Th.o.r.e had been others--Richard Haddon was not bigoted in his constancy--but now it was Miss Chris, and to him she was both angel and princess; a princess stolen from her royal cradle by the impostor s.h.i.+ne under moving and mysterious circ.u.mstances, and at the instigation of a disreputable uncle. It only remained for d.i.c.k to slaughter the latter in fair fight, under the eyes of an admiring mult.i.tude, in order to restore Chris to all her royal dignities and privileges.
Jock Summers had not relaxed his grip on the boy's ear. He led him to a small dairy sunk in the side of the hill and roofed with stone.
Ye may bide in there, laddie,' he said, 'till I can make up my mind. I think I might just skin ye, an' I think maybe I might get ye ten years to Yarraman Goal, but I'm no sure.'
d.i.c.k had to go down several steps to the floor of the dairy, and when the door was shut his face was on a level with the grating that let air into the place. He pa.s.sed the first few minutes of his imprisonment making offers of friends.h.i.+p to the dog that sprawled out side, opening its capacious mouth at him and curling its long tongue as if anxious to amuse. The boy had no fears as to his fate; he felt he could safely leave that to Miss Chris; and, meanwhile, the dog was entertaining. The animal was new to d.i.c.k: had he known of its existence, his descent upon the orchard would have been differently ordered. In time Maori came to be intimately known to every boy in Waddy as the most kindly and affable dog in the world, but afflicted with a singularly morbid devotion to duty. If sent to capture a predatory youth he never failed to secure the marauder, and always did it as if he loved him. His formidable teeth were not called into service; he either knocked the youngster down and held him with soft but irresistible paws, or he gambolled with him, jumped on him, frisked over him, made escape impossible, and all the time seemed to imply: 'I have a duty to perform, but you can't blame me, you know.
There's no reason in the world why we shouldn't be the best of friends.'
And they were the best of friends in due course, for Maori bore no malice; there came a time when youngsters invaded Jock's garden for the pleasure of being captured by his wonderful dog.
Ere d.i.c.k had been in his prison ten minutes Chris came to him with tea and cake and scones, and when he had finished these she showered cherries in upon him. This time she whispered through the grating:
'You haven't got a cold, have you, d.i.c.k?'
'No, miss; I never have colds.'
'Oh, dear, that's a pity! I thought if you could catch a cold I might be able to get you out.'
'Oh!' d.i.c.k thought for a moment, and then coughed slightly.
'It will have to be a very bad cold, I think.'
d.i.c.k's cough became violent at once, and when Chris led Summers into the vicinity of the dairy a few minutes later the cold had developed alarmingly. Summers heard, and a quizzical and suspicious eye followed Christina.
'He--he doesn't appear to be a very strong boy, Mr. Summers,' said the young woman with obvious artfulness.
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