kissed her sixteen or seventeen times-and then up she jumps, with her face afire like sunset, and says:
«The brute! Come, don't waste a minute-not a SECOND-we'll have them tarred and feathered, and flung in the river!»
Says I:
«Cert'nly. But do you mean BEFORE you go to Mr. Lothrop's, or-«
«Oh,» she says, «what am I THINKING about!» she says, and set right down again. «Don't mind what I said- please don't-you WON'T, now, WILL you?» Laying her silky hand on mine in that kind of a way that I said I would die first. «I never thought, I was so stirred up,» she says; «now go on, and I won't do so any more. You tell me what to do, and whatever you say I'll do it.»
«Well,» I says, «it's a rough gang, them two frauds, and I'm fixed so I got to travel with them a while longer, whether I want to or not-I druther not tell you why; and if you was to blow on them this town would get me out of their claws, and I'd be all right; but there'd be another person that you don't know about who'd be in big trouble. Well, we got to save HIM, hain't we? Of course. Well, then, we won't blow on them.»
Saying them words put a good idea in my head. I see how maybe I could get me and Jim rid of the frauds; get them jailed here, and then leave. But I didn't want to run the raft in the daytime without anybody aboard to answer questions but me; so I didn't want the plan to begin working till pretty late to-night. I says:
«Miss Mary Jane, I'll tell you what we'll do, and you won't have to stay at Mr. Lothrop's so long, nuther. How fur is it?»
«A little short of four miles-right out in the country, back here.»
«Well, that 'll answer. Now you go along out there, and lay low till nine or half-past to-night, and then get them to fetch you home again
—tell them you've thought of something. If you get here before eleven put a candle in this window, and if I don't turn up wait TILL eleven, and THEN if I don't turn up it means I'm gone, and out of the way, and safe. Then you come out and spread the news around, and get these beats jailed.»
«Good,» she says, «I'll do it.»
«And if it just happens so that I don't get away, but get took up along with them, you must up and say I told you the whole thing beforehand, and you must stand by me all you can.»
«Stand by you! indeed I will. They sha'n't touch a hair of your head!» she says, and I see her nostrils spread and her eyes snap when she said it, too.
«If I get away I sha'n't be here,» I says, «to prove these rapscallions ain't your uncles, and I couldn't do it if I WAS here. I could swear they was beats and bummers, that's all, though that's worth something. Well, there's others can do that better than what I can, and they're people that ain't going to be doubted as quick as I'd be. I'll tell you how to find them. Gimme a pencil and a piece of paper. There-'Royal Nonesuch, Bricksville.' Put it away, and don't lose it. When the court wants to find out something about these two, let them send up to Bricksville and say they've got the men that played the Royal Nonesuch, and ask for some witnesses-why, you'll have that entire town down here before you can hardly wink, Miss Mary. And they'll come a-biling, too.»
I judged we had got everything fixed about right now. So I says:
«Just let the auction go right along, and don't worry. Nobody don't have to pay for the things they buy till a whole day after the auction on accounts of the short notice, and they ain't going out of this till they get that money; and the way we've fixed it the sale ain't going to count, and they ain't going to get no money. It's just like the way it was with the niggers-it warn't no sale, and the niggers will be back before long. Why, they can't collect the money for the NIGGERS yet-they're in the worst kind of a fix, Miss Mary.»
«Well,» she says, «I'll run down to breakfast now, and then I'll start straight for Mr. Lothrop's.»
«'Deed, THAT ain't the ticket, Miss Mary Jane,» I says, «by no manner of means; go BEFORE breakfast.»
«Why?»
«What did you reckon I wanted you to go at all for, Miss Mary?»
«Well, I never thought-and come to think, I don't know. What was it?»
«Why, it's because you ain't one of these leather-face people. I don't want no better book than what your face is. A body can set down and read it off like coarse print. Do you reckon you can go and face your uncles when they come to kiss you good-morning, and never-«
«There, there, don't! Yes, I'll go before breakfast-I'll be glad to. And leave my sisters with them?»
«Yes; never mind about them. They've got to stand it yet a while. They might suspicion something if all of you was to go. I don't want you to see them, nor your sisters, nor nobody in this town; if a neighbor was to ask how is your uncles this morning your face would tell something. No, you go right along, Miss Mary Jane, and I'll fix it with all of them. I'll tell Miss Susan to give your love to your uncles and say you've went away for a few hours for to get a little rest and change, or to see a friend, and you'll be back to-night or early in the morning.»
«Gone to see a friend is all right, but I won't have my love given to them.»
«Well, then, it sha'n't be.» It was well enough to tell HER so-no harm in it. It was only a little thing to do, and no trouble; and it's the little things that smooths people's roads the most, down here below; it would make Mary Jane comfortable, and it wouldn't cost nothing. Then I says: «There's one more thing-that bag of money.»
«Well, they've got that; and it makes me feel pretty silly to think HOW they got it.»
«No, you're out, there. They hain't got it.»
«Why, who's got it?»
«I wish I knowed, but I don't. I HAD it, because I stole it from them; and I stole it to give to you; and I know where I hid it, but I'm afraid it ain't there no more. I'm awful sorry, Miss Mary Jane, I'm just as sorry as I can be; but I done the best I could; I did honest. I come nigh getting caught, and I had to shove it into the first place I come to, and run-and it warn't a good place.»
«Oh, stop blaming yourself-it's too bad to do it, and I won't allow it
—you couldn't help it; it wasn't your fault. Where did you hide it?»
I didn't want to set her to thinking about her troubles again; and I couldn't seem to get my mouth to tell her what would make her see that corpse laying in the coffin with that bag of money on his stomach. So for a minute I didn't say nothing; then I says:
«I'd ruther not TELL you where I put it, Miss Mary Jane, if you don't mind letting me off; but I'll write it for you on a piece of paper, and you can read it along the road to Mr. Lothrop's, if you want to. Do you reckon that 'll do?»
«Oh, yes.»
So I wrote: «I put it in the coffin. It was in there when you was crying there, away in the night. I was behind the door, and I was mighty sorry for you, Miss Mary Jane.»
It made my eyes water a little to remember her crying there all by herself in the night, and them devils laying there right under her own roof, shaming her and robbing her; and when I folded it up and give it to her I see the water come into her eyes, too; and she shook me by the hand, hard, and says:
«GOOD-bye. I'm going to do everything just as you've told me; and if I don't ever see you again, I sha'n't ever forget you and I'll think of you a many and a many a time, and I'll PRAY for you, too!»-and she was gone.
Pray for me! I reckoned if she knowed me she'd take a job that was more nearer her size. But I bet she done it, just the same-she was just that kind. She had the grit to pray for Judus if she took the notion-there warn't no back-down to her, I judge. You may say what you want to, but in my opinion she had more sand in her than any girl I ever see; in my opinion she was just full of sand. It sounds like flattery, but it ain't no flattery. And when it comes to beauty-and goodness, too-she lays over them all. I hain't ever seen her since that time that I see her go out of that door; no, I hain't ever seen her since, but I reckon I've thought of her a many and a many a million times, and of her saying she would pray for me; and if ever I'd a thought it would do any good for me to pray for HER, blamed if I wouldn't a done it or bust.
Well, Mary Jane she lit out the back way, I reckon; because nobody see her go. When I struck Susan and the hare-lip, I says:
«What's the name of them people over on t'other side of the river that you all goes to see sometimes?»
They says:
«There's several; but it's the Proctors, mainly.»
«That's the name,» I says; «I most forgot it. Well, Miss Mary Jane she told me to tell you she's gone over there in a dreadful hurry-one of them's sick.»
«Which one?»
