'All right,' I told him. 'Let me get on my shirt and tie my shoes. I'll get you out of here.'
He told me he wanted to get to Sixty, so I got out my car and told him to follow me. I was pretty sore about it, but I figured the only thing to do was to help him out. He'd upset the valley and the sooner out the better.
I drove for thirty minutes before I began to get confused myself. That was twice as long as it should have taken to get out to the highway. But the road looked all right and there seemed to be nothing wrong, except for the time it took. So I kept on going. At the end of forty-five minutes we were back in front of my place again. I couldn't figure it out for the life of me. I got out of my car and went back to Rickard's car.
'You see what I mean,' he said.
'We must have got turned around,' I said.
His wife was almost hysterical. 'What's going on?' she asked me in a high, shrill voice. 'What is going on around here?'
'We'll try again,' I said. 'We'll drive slower this time so we don't make the same mistake.'
I drove slower and this time it took an hour to get back to the farm. So we tried for Eighty-five and forty minutes later were right back where we started.
'I give up,' I told them. 'Get out and come in. We'll fix up some beds. You can spend the night and we'll get you out come light.'
I cooked up some coffee and found stuff to make sandwiches while Helen fixed up beds to take care of the five of them. 'The dog can sleep out here in the kitchen,' she said.
I got an apple box and quilt and fixed the dog a bed. The dog was a nice little fellow, a wirehair who was full of fun, and the Rickard kids were about as fine a bunch of kids as you'd find anywhere.
Mrs. Rickard was all set to have hysterics, but Helen got her to drink some coffee and I wouldn't let them talk about not being able to get out. 'Come daylight,' I told them, 'and there'll be nothing to it.'
After breakfast they were considerably calmed down and seemed to have no doubt they could find Number Sixty. So they started out alone, but in an hour were back again. I took my car and started out ahead of them and I don't mind admitting I could feel bare feet walking up and down my spine.
I watched closely and all at once I realized that somehow we were headed back into the valley instead of heading out of it. So I stopped the car and we turned our cars around and headed back in the right direction. But in ten minutes we were turned around again. We tried again and this time we fairly crawled, trying to spot the place where we got turned around.
But we could never spot it.
We went back to my place and I called up Bert and Jingo and asked them to come over.
Both of them tried to lead the Rickards out, one at a time then the two of them together, but they were no better at it than I was. Then I tried it alone, without the Rickards following me and I had no trouble at all. I was out to highway Sixty and back in half an hour. So we thought maybe the jinx was broken and I tried to lead out the Rickard car, but it was no soap.
By mid-afternoon we knew the answer. Any of the natives could get out of the valley, but the Rickards couldn't.
Helen put Mrs. Rickard to bed and fed her some sedative and I went over to see Heath.
He was glad to see me and he listened to me, but all the time I was talking to him I kept remembering how one time I had wondered if maybe he could stretch out time. When I had finished he was silent for a while, as if he might have been going over some decision just to be certain that it was right.
'It's a strange business, Calvin,' he said finally, 'and it doesn't seem right the Rickards should be trapped in this valley if they don't want to stay here.
'Yet, it's a fortunate thing for us, actually. Rickard was planning on writing a story about us and if he'd written as he planned to, there'd been a lot of attention paid us. There would have been a crowd of people coming in?other newspapermen and government men and people from the universities and the idly curious. They'd have upset our lives and some of them taking it somewhat better and the Rickard kids were happy with the outdoor life and the Rickard dog was busily engaged in running all the valley rabbits down to skin and bones.
'There's the old Chandler place up at the head of the valley,' said Jingo. 'No one's been living there for quite a while, but it's in good shape. It could be fixed up so it was comfortable.'
'But I can't stay here,' protested Rickard. 'I can't settle down here.'
'Who said anything about settling down?' asked Bert. 'You just got to wait it out. Someday whatever is wrong will get straightened out and then you can get away.'
'But my job,' said Rickard.
Mrs. Rickard spoke up then. You could see she didn't like the situation any better than he did, but she had that queer, practical, everyday logic that a woman at times surprises a man by showing. She knew that they were stuck here in the valley and she was out to make the best of it.
'Remember that book you're always threatening to write?' she asked. 'Maybe this is it.' That did it.
Rickard mooned around for a while, making up his mind, although it already was made up. Then he began talking about the peace in the valley?the peace and quietness and the lack of hurry?just the place to write a book.
The neighbours got together and fixed up the house on the old Chandler place and Rickard called his office and made some excuse and got a leave of absence and wrote a letter to his bank, transferring whatever funds he had. Then he settled down to write.
Apparently in his phone calls and his letter-writing he never even hinted at the real reason for his staying?perhaps because it would have sounded downright silly?for there was no ruckus over his failure to go back.
The valley settled down to its normal life again and it felt good after all the uproar. The neighbours shopped for the Rickards and carried out from town all the groceries and other things they needed and once in a while Rickard took the car and had a try at finding the state highways.
But mostly he wrote and in about a year he sold this book of his. Probably you have read it:
Made him a hunk of money. But his New York publishers still are going slowly mad trying to understand why he steadfastly refuses to stir out of the valley. He has refused lecture tours, has declined dinners in his honour and turned down all the other glitter that goes with writing a bestseller.
The book didn't change Rickard at all. By the time he sold it he was well liked in the valley and seemed to like everyone?except possibly Heath. He stayed rather cold to Heath. He used to do a lot of walking, to get exercise, he said, although I think that he thought up most of his book out on those walks. And he'd stop by and chew the fat when he was out on those walks and that way everyone got to know him. He used to talk a lot about when he could get out of the valley and all of us were beginning to feel sorry that a time would come when he would leave, for the Rickards had turned out to be good neighbours.
There must be something about the valley that brings out the best there is in everyone. As I have said before, we have yet to get a bad neighbour and that is something most neighbourhoods can't say.
One day I had stopped on my way from town to talk a while with Heath and as we stood talking, up the road came Rickard. You could see he wasn't going anywhere, but was just out for a walk.
He stopped and talked with us for a few minutes, then suddenly he said, 'You know, we've made up our minds that we would like to stay here.'
'Now, that is fine,' said Heath.
'Grace and I were talking about it the other night,' said Rickard. 'About the time when we could get out of here. Then suddenly we stopped our talking and looked at one another and we knew right then and there we didn't want to leave. It's been so peaceful and the kids like the school here so much better than in the city and the people are so fine we couldn't bear to leave.'
'I'm glad to hear you say that,' Heath told him. 'But it seems to me you've been sticking pretty close. You ought to take the wife and kids in town to see a show.' And that was it. It was as simple as all that.
Life goes on in the valley as it always has, except it's even better now. All of us are healthy. We don't even seem to get colds any more. When we need rain we get it and when there's need of sun the sun is sure to shine. We aren't getting rich, for you can't get rich with all this Washington interference, but we're making a right good living. Rickard is working on his second book and once in a while I go out at night and try to locate the star Heath
