Americans All Part 35
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Israel Drake was a bandit for simple love of the thing. To hunt for another reason would be a waste of time. The blood in his veins was pure English, unmixed since long ago. His environment was that of his neighbors. His habitat was the n.o.ble hills. But Israel Drake was a bandit, just as his neighbors were farmers--just as a hawk is a hawk while its neighbors are barnyard fowls.
Israel Drake was swarthy-visaged, high of cheek bone, with large, dark, deep-set eyes, and a thin-lipped mouth covered by a long and drooping black mustache. Barefooted, he stood six feet two inches tall. Lean as a panther, and as supple, he could clear a five-foot rail fence without the aid of his hand. He ran like a deer. As a woodsman the very deer could have taught him little. With rifle and revolver he was an expert shot, and the weapons he used were the truest and best.
All the hill-people of c.u.mberland County dreaded him. All the scattered valley-folk spoke softly at his name. And the jest and joy of Israel's care-free life was to make them skip and s.h.i.+ver and dance to the tune of their trepidations.
As a matter of fact, he was leader of a gang, outlaws every one. But his own strong aura eclipsed the rest, and he glared alone, in the thought of his world, endued with terrors of diverse origin.
His genius kept him fully aware of the value of this preeminence, and it lay in his wisdom and pleasure to fan the flame of his own repute. In this it amused him to seek the picturesque--the unexpected. With an imagination fed by primeval humor and checked by no outward circ.u.mstances of law, he achieved a ready facility. Once, for example, while trundling through his town of s.h.i.+ppensburg on the rear platform of a freight train, he chanced to spy a Borough Constable crossing a bridge near the track.
"Happy thought! Let's touch the good soul up. He's getting stodgy."
Israel drew a revolver and fired, neatly nicking the Constable's hat.
Then with a mountaineer's hoot, he gayly proclaimed his ident.i.ty.
Again, and many times, he would send into this or that town or settlement a message addressed to the Constable or Chief of Police:--
"I am coming down this afternoon. Get away out of town. Don't let me find you there."
Obediently they went away. And Israel, strolling the streets that afternoon just as he had promised to do, would enter shop after shop, look over the stock at his leisure, and, with perfect good-humor, pick out whatever pleased him, regardless of cost.
"I think I'll take this here article," he would say to the trembling store-keeper, affably pocketing his choice.
"Help yourself, Mr. Drake! Help yourself, sir! Glad we are able to please you to-day."
Which was indeed the truth. And many of them there were who would have hastened to curry favor with their persecutor by whispering in his ear a word of warning had they known of any impending attempt against him by the agents of peace.
Such was their estimate of the relative strength of Israel Drake and of the law forces of the Sovereign State of Pennsylvania.
In the earlier times they had tried to arrest him. Once the attempt succeeded and Israel went to the Penitentiary for a term. But he emerged a better and wilier bandit than before, to embark upon a career that made his former life seem tame. Sheriffs and constables now proved powerless against him, whatever they essayed.
Then came a grand, determined effort when the Sheriff, supported by fifteen deputies, all heavily armed, actually surrounded Drake's house.
But the master-outlaw, alone and at ease at an upper window, his Winchester repeating-rifle in his hand and a smile of still content on his face, coolly stood the whole army off until, weary of empty danger, it gave up the siege and went home.
This disastrous expedition ended the attempts of the local authorities to capture Israel Drake. Thenceforth he pursued his natural course without pretense of let or hindrance. At the time when this story begins, no fewer than fourteen warrants were out for his apprehension, issued on charges ranging from burglary and highway robbery through a long list of felonies. But the warrants, slowly acc.u.mulating, lay in the bottom of official drawers, apprehending nothing but dust. No one undertook to serve them. Life was too sweet--too short.
Then came a turn of fate. Israel chanced to bethink himself of a certain aged farmer living with his old wife near a spot called Lee's Cross-Road. The two dwelt by themselves, without companions on their farm, and without neighbors. And they were reputed to have money.
The money might not be much--might be exceedingly little. But, even so, Israel could use it, and in any event there would be the fun of the trick. So Israel summoned one Carey Morrison, a gifted mate and subordinate, with whom he proceeded to act.
At dead of night the two broke into the farmhouse--crept into the chamber of the old pair--crept softly, softly, lest the farmer might keep a shotgun by his side. Sneaking to the foot of the bed, Israel suddenly flashed his lantern full upon the pillows--upon the two pale, deep-seamed faces crowned with silver hair.
The woman sat up with a piercing scream. The farmer clutched at his gun. But Israel, bringing the glinting barrel of his revolver into the lantern's shaft of light, ordered both to lie down. Carey, slouching at hand, awaited orders.
"Where is your money?" demanded Israel, indicating the farmer by the point of his gun.
"I have no money, you coward!"
"It's no use your lying to me. _Where's the money?_"
"I have no money, I tell you."
"Carey," observed Israel, "hunt a candle."
While Carey looked for the candle, Israel surveyed his victims with a cheerful, antic.i.p.atory grin.
The candle came; was lighted.
"Carey," Israel spoke again, "you pin the old woman down. Pull the quilt off. Clamp her feet together. So!"
Then he thrust the candle-flame against the soles of those gnarled old feet--thrust it close, while the flame bent upward, and the melting tallow poured upon the bed.
The woman screamed again, this time in pain. The farmer half rose, with a quivering cry of rage, but Israel's gun stared him between the eyes.
The woman screamed without interval. There was a smell of burning flesh.
"Now we'll change about," remarked Israel, beaming. "I'll hold the old feller. You take the candle, Carey. You don't reely need your gun--now, do ye, boy?"
And so they began afresh.
It was not a game to last long. Before dawn the two were back in their own place, bearing the little all of value that the rifled house had contained.
When the news of the matter spread abroad, it seemed, somehow, just a straw too much. The District Attorney of the County of c.u.mberland blazed into white heat. But he was powerless, he found. Not an officer within his entire jurisdiction expressed any willingness even to attempt an arrest.
"Then we shall see," said District Attorney Rhey, "what the State will do for us, since we cannot help ourselves!" And he rushed off a telegram, confirmed by post, to the Superintendent of the Department of State Police.
The Superintendent of the Department of State Police promptly referred the matter to the Captain of "C" Troop, with orders to act. For c.u.mberland County, being within the southeastern quarter of the Commonwealth, lies under "C" Troop's special care.
It was Adams, in those days, who held that command--Lynn G. Adams, now Captain of "A" Troop, although for the duration of the war serving in the regular army, even as his fathers before him have served in our every war, including that which put the country on the map. Truer soldier, finer officer, braver or straighter or surer dealer with men and things need not be sought. His victories leave no needless scar behind, and his command would die by inches rather than fail him anywhere.
The Captain of "C" Troop, then, choosing with judgment, picked his man--picked Trooper Edward Hallisey, a Boston Irishman, square of jaw, shrewd of eye, quick of wit, strong of wind and limb. And he ordered Private Hallisey to proceed at once to Carlisle, county seat of c.u.mberland, and report to the District Attorney for service toward effecting the apprehension of Israel Drake.
Three days later--it was the 28th of September, to be exact--Private Edward Hallisey sent in his report to his Troop Commander. He had made all necessary observations, he said, and was ready to arrest the criminal. In this he would like to have the a.s.sistance of two Troopers, who should join him at Carlisle.
The report came in the morning mail. First Sergeant Price detailed two men from the Barracks reserve. They were Privates H. K. Merryfield and Harvey J. Smith. Their orders were simply to proceed at once, in civilian clothes, to Carlisle, where they would meet Private Hallisey and a.s.sist him in effecting the arrest of Israel Drake.
Privates Merryfield and Smith, carrying in addition to their service revolvers the 44-caliber Springfield carbine which is the Force's heavy weapon, left by the next train.
On the Carlisle station platform, as the two Troopers debarked, some hundred persons were gathered in pursuance of various and centrifugal designs. But one impulse they appeared unanimously to share--the impulse to give as wide a berth as possible to a peculiarly horrible tramp.
Why should a being like that intrude himself upon a pa.s.senger platform in a respectable country town? Not to board a coach, surely, for such as he pay no fares. To spy out the land? To steal luggage? Or simply to make himself hateful to decent folk?
He carried his head with a hangdog lurch--his heavy jaw was rough with stubble beard. His coat and trousers fluttered rags and his toes stuck out of his boots. Women s.n.a.t.c.hed back their skirts as he slouched near, and men muttered and scowled at him for a contaminating beast.
Merryfield and Smith, drifting near this sc.u.m of the earth, caught the words "Four-thirty train" and the name of a station.
"Right," murmured Merryfield.
Then he went and bought tickets.
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