The on the Farm Part 8 (1/2)
”No, but he never liked me from the time he was a little boy. He was always trying to get me into trouble with Maw Hoover. I don't know why he hates me so, but he certainly does.”
”Well, he doesn't hate you half as much as I hate him, I promise you that, Bessie! And I've usually managed to get even with the people I hate, if it wasn't too much trouble. I'm hungry now, and thirsty, and it's his fault--partly. I'm going to get even with him for that.”
Bessie was surprised to find that Dolly seemed to have conquered her nervousness and her fear of the strange situation in which she was placed. A little while before she had seemed almost on the verge of a collapse, and Bessie had been afraid that her chum, unused to hards.h.i.+ps of any sort, and to roughing it, as country girls almost all learn to do from the time they are very small, was going to break down. But now Dolly seemed to be as resolute and as unafraid as Bessie herself, and the knowledge naturally cheered Bessie, since it a.s.sured her that she would not have to bear the burden alone.
So they started, as Dolly had suggested, walking along through the woods, perhaps a hundred feet back from the road. They could not be seen themselves, but, by moving to the side of the little rise or bank along the road from time to time, they were able to see what was going on. For most of the distance they were unable to see anything at all. The road seemed to be little used, and they pa.s.sed only one house on the way to the trolley station.
They had warning of their approach to the trolley some time before it was in sight, too, when they heard the wires singing as a car pa.s.sed along.
”Now we're getting near the place,” said Dolly, happily. ”Oh, but it's going to be fun, Bessie! You're just going to let me run things now for a little while, for a change. I've got a splendid plan--and I'll tell you about it in good time.”
As they neared the trolley line the woods began to get somewhat thinner, and Dolly grew nervous.
”I hope the ground isn't too clear around the track, Bessie,” she said. ”That wouldn't be good for my plan at all.”
But her fears were groundless, for, as it turned out, the trolley line ran right through the woods on their side of the road, although on the other side the trees had all been cleared away. Soon they saw a little shed, and a bench outside. And on the bench, watching the road in the direction from which they had come, sat Jake Hoover.
”Now, listen,” said Dolly. ”Jake doesn't know me, you see, and I'm going right out there and talk to him. I bet he'll be glad to talk to me, too, and I'll keep him busy, so that you can sneak over the tracks and get to the other side. Then you wait there until you hear a car coming. See? And when it comes, get on from the other side. I'll be holding Jake's attention, and I don't believe he'll ever see you at all. I'll get aboard, too, and you can manage so that he won't be able to see you on the car. Even if he does, I don't believe the men would let him touch you, but he won't, until the car begins to move, and then it will be too late.”
”But, Dolly, do you think you can keep Jake Hoover quiet? Suppose he knows you, he'd suspect right away that I was in the neighborhood. And then there's another thing. Mr. Holmes may have told him what sort of clothes you are wearing.”
”I never thought of that, Bessie. That's so. Oh, I know! You change dresses with me, right here. He's so stupid that he'd never think of our doing that, I know.”
”That's a good idea, Dolly. I do think it may work.”
So, in the shadow of the trees they changed dresses, and then, while Bessie advanced toward the track cautiously and as quietly as possible, with her training in the woods, Dolly went back, and appeared presently walking carelessly along toward the trolley station.
Jake looked at her suspiciously, and she smiled at him.
”Oh, h.e.l.lo!” she said, cheerily. ”You waiting for a car, too? How soon does the next one come along?”
”About two minutes,” said Jake. He was eyeing her clothes, and evidently suspected nothing after that scrutiny.
”That's good! I was afraid I'd miss that car. Oh, you're not going, are you? That's your bicycle, isn't it?”
”Naw, I'm not goin'--got to stay here. Say, why don't you wait here and talk to a feller?”
”I might,” smiled Dolly. The car was really coming--it rounded a curve just then, and came in, slowing up. Dolly saw Bessie get aboard, but Jake was looking at her. ”No, I guess I can't,” she said then. And she sprang aboard, just as the car moved off.
CHAPTER XIII.
AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR.
The two girls fell into one another's arms on the car, laughing almost hysterically as it moved away. Looking back, Dolly saw Jake Hoover, a stupid look in his round eyes, staring after them.
”Bessie! Let him see you!” she begged. ”I want him to know how he was fooled! I bet he's just the sort of boy to go around saying what poor things girls are, and how little use he has for them!”
Bessie stood up on the back platform, and Jake saw her. The sight seemed to drive him frantic. They saw him waving his arms, and faintly heard his shrieks of anger as he saw his prey slipping away. But he was helpless, of course; there was no way in which he could chase the car, and he had sense enough, at least, to realize that.
”You're quite right about him, Dolly,” said Bessie, laughing so hard that there were tears in her eyes. ”He always did go around saying that girls were no good and that he couldn't see why any of the fellows wanted to have anything to do with them!”
”He's the sort that always does, Bessie, and it's because the girls won't have anything to do with them. He was pleased enough when I started talking to him, and awfully bashful, too, just like a silly calf. That's all he really is, anyhow, Bessie. But it's a good thing he's as silly as he is, because he's so mean that if he were clever, he could make a frightful nuisance of himself.”
”I think he'll have a bad time when Mr. Holmes and Farmer Weeks find out that he let us get away, Dolly. I don't know what sort of a hold they've got on him, but it was easy to tell there was something, from the way Mr. Holmes spoke.”
”Yes, indeed! And Mr. Holmes meant just what he said when he threatened him, too. The only reason he pretended afterwards that he was joking was so that Jake wouldn't be too frightened to do anything, don't you think so?”
”Yes, I do, Dolly. I wonder if Miss Eleanor and Mr. Jamieson will believe that I was right about Mr. Holmes now? They laughed at me before when I said that I wouldn't trust him, and was so sure that he had something to do with Zara's being carried off--”
”Why, what's that, Bessie? I hadn't heard of that at all.”
”Oh, I forgot! You don't know about that, do you? Well, this is a good chance to tell you.”
So Bessie told Dolly something of the strange and involved affair of Zara and her father, and of Zara's mysterious disappearance from the Mercer house in the middle of the night.
”I'll bet they fooled her, just the way Mr. Holmes fooled me,” said Dolly, excitedly. ”He looks so nice, and he's so smooth and clever, and he talks to you as if he wanted to be your best friend. I don't believe they carried her off. I think they fooled her, so that she was willing to go with them.”
”That's just what I think, Dolly, and this business today makes me worry about her more than ever. I think we ought to try to get her away from them and back with us just as soon as we can.”
”I suppose they wanted you because you know too much,” said Dolly, thoughtfully. ”They probably thought that you would try to get Zara away from them.”
”I think there's more than that, though, Dolly,” said Bessie, her eyes s.h.i.+ning with excitement. ”I don't know what it is, but I've just got a sort of funny feeling that they know something about me that I don't know, and that they don't want me or my real friends to find out. I'm going to be just as careful as I can be, anyhow. Have you got that map we took from the car? I want to see just where this car will take us.”
Dolly produced the map, and they bent their heads over it. No one on the car seemed to be paying much attention to them. There were only two or three pa.s.sengers, and Bessie thought they had not seen the manner in which they had boarded the car. But the conductor, coming around for fares, had noticed that there was something out of the ordinary about their presence. He was smiling when he held out his hands for the fare.
”Gave that young feller the slip pretty neatly back there where you got aboard,” he remarked. ”Which of you was he after? Don't blame him much--pretty young ladies like you!”
”Oh, he's just a stupid boy! We didn't want him riding with us,” said Dolly, ”so we tried to make him think we weren't coming on this car, and then jumped aboard when it was too late for him to follow us.”
”I saw you--I saw you,” chuckled the conductor. ”So did Hank. He's my motorman, and the best one on the line. That's why he started the car to goin' so quickly. Lots of excitement around this way this morning.”
”How's that?” asked Bessie.
”Oh, there was a city feller over to Jericho kickin' that a couple of girls had stolen his automobile. Me, I don't believe it--didn't like his looks. Serves him right, I say, if they did.”
Bessie was afraid that Dolly would betray them by a laugh, but nothing of the sort happened. It was quite plain that the conductor never thought of connecting them with the two girls Holmes had charged with the theft of the car. But, even so, the knowledge that he had made such an accusation publicly worried Bessie. She did not know much of the law, and she was afraid that she and Dolly might possibly have rendered themselves liable to arrest by taking the car, even though they had abandoned it almost at once, and Holmes had recovered it undamaged.
In that case, she feared getting out of the state might not save them. They might, for all she knew, be arrested and taken back to Jericho, where she would be in the power of Weeks. However, she decided not to worry much about that, and when she mentioned her fears, Dolly laughed at them.
”People in gla.s.s houses can't afford to throw stones,” she said, sagely. ”Look here, Bessie, he might be able to make people believe that he had a right to catch you, if he was acting for this nasty old Farmer Weeks. But they haven't any right to touch me, and I believe they could make a lot of trouble for Mr. Holmes for carrying me off. I remember that they sent a man to prison for a long time not long ago for carrying off a child that lived near us. I guess Mr. Holmes won't be very anxious to go to law about his old car.”
”Well, look here, Dolly, we're not quite out of the woods yet, you know. Here's the station where we have to get out to catch the train for Deer Crossing. It's marked Tec.u.mseh. And it's a funny thing, but the railroad is in the other state, and the trolley car stops in this one. Do you see? When we get off the car we'll still be in this state, but it won't take more than a minute to cross the line. Mr. Holmes told Jake he'd be waiting there, so we must look out.”
”Oh, Bessie, are you sure? Wouldn't it be dreadful to have escaped this far, and then be caught just when everything seemed to be all right? I'd rather have been held up by Jake Hoover, I do believe! And I thought everything was all right now.”