Part 14 (1/2)

One of Pennington's hands pa.s.sed over his face; it was trembling, and, like his countenance, was pale. He spoke hastily to Ezra, trying hard to keep the eagerness out of his voice.

”You must have had a most extraordinary experience,” remarked he. ”And did you succeed in delivering this message at the house of this gentleman-ah,” as though trying to recall the name, then giving up the attempt, ”the gentleman with the foreign name?”

”I did,” replied Ezra. ”And I trust that Master Scarlett bears me no ill-will because of the manner in which I became his messenger.”

”Not the least in life,” said Scarlett. ”It is a man's right to defend himself against all comers on the road. But you conducted the mission with which I entrusted you oddly. You set these people, whoever they are, by the ears. From what I learned in a short talk with them, you deceived them in sundry ways; and it ended in their house being burned down and they,” with a laugh, ”becoming wanderers upon the face of the earth.”

”I delivered the papers as I promised,” said Ezra. ”I told the people at the house nothing, but they took much for granted. What resulted was much their own fault.”

Pennington had listened with interest.

”Were you by any chance entrusted with a message in reply to the one you carried?” he asked with eagerness.

”I was,” returned the boy frankly.

”And to whom were you to deliver it?” asked Scarlett. ”And where?”

”To a Mr. Pennington,” replied Ezra, evenly. ”And at this inn.”

”So!” Scarlett lay back in the settle, his arms folded upon his chest and his booted legs stretched out straight before him. ”And how were you to know this gentleman?”

”I was to inquire of the landlord.”

Impulsively Scarlett rose up.

”I will save you the trouble,” said he. ”The matter, in a measure, is my own,” apologetically to Ezra, ”so I trust you will pardon me.” He lifted his voice and called: ”Landlord!”

There came a grumbling, unintelligible answer from the kitchen; but the host did not present himself.

”I took him to be a surly, sour-mouthed villain from the first,”

commented Scarlett. ”And as he will not come to me, I will go to him.

And I'll warrant you he'll tell what I want to know, or I'll have him dance you a measure that he'll not like.”

So with a hitch at his sword belt and a twirl at his moustache, the speaker clanked into the kitchen, from which his voice came a moment later with commanding insistence.

And no sooner had he vanished than Pennington bent eagerly toward Ezra.

”You know me, of course?” said he.

As Ezra did not reply, the man continued in a low, rapid tone:

”You saw me frequently at your grandfather's house at Boston.”

A thrill ran through Ezra. He now understood that first surprised look.

The man mistook him for his twin brother, George. But the boy shook his head as though in doubt.

”I have no recollection of you,” he answered.