Part 20 (2/2)
”All right,” said Tom, ”only as I am taking the first and best turn, I'll stay out for an hour.”
The fact was, though Tom did not mention it, that the boy wanted a full hour in which to think out some plans that he had vaguely conceived. It was always Tom's habit to try to better the conditions in which he was placed, instead of accepting them as inevitable. Whenever anything was wrong and uncomfortable, Tom began asking himself if there might not be some way in which he could make it right and comfortable. He could endure hards.h.i.+p with a plucky resolution that often astonished others; but he never endured hards.h.i.+p without giving all his energies to the task of ridding himself of it if that were possible. It was a familiar saying among those who knew him that ”Little Tom Ridsdale never will admit that he is beaten, and so at last he never is beaten.”
As Tom paced up and down the platform, stamping his feet and clapping his hands against his sides to keep them from freezing, the Doctor came out with a burning brand to consult his weather instruments. When he had done, Tom called to him, saying:
”Would you mind coming up here for a minute or two, Doctor?”
”No, certainly not,” answered the Doctor. ”Do you want to go in and warm yourself?”
”No; oh, no,” answered Tom, quickly. ”I only want to consult you a little.”
The Doctor mounted the platform, and after some hesitation, Tom asked:
”Do you happen to have any more money in your pockets, Doctor?”
”Yes, of course. I always keep a little money with me.”
”Would you mind lending me two dollars in the common interest of the company, I giving you an order on our paymaster down below for that amount, to be paid to you out of my share when we collect?”
”Yes,” answered the Doctor. ”I would mind that very much. In fact, I positively decline to lend you any money on any such terms, Tom. But if you want some money, be it two dollars, or ten, simply as from one friend to another, and without any 'orders' on paymasters, you can have it.”
Tom understood, and he did not contest the point. He pressed the Doctor's hand and said:
”Well, then, let me have two dollars, please?”
”Make it five,” said the Doctor.
”No,” answered Tom. ”Two dollars will be quite enough. Somebody in the mountains might murder me for five dollars. And, besides, n.o.body up there could change the bill. So, if you will let me have two one dollar bills I shall be grateful.”
”What are you going to do, Tom? Nothing rash, I hope.”
”I don't know yet what I'm going to do,” answered Tom. ”And please don't say anything to the other boys about it. I'll be gone from here when they get up in the morning. Maybe I'll bring back some game. You see that bear won't last very long with six hearty men eating three meals a day off it, with no other food to help fill up.”
The Doctor saw that Tom did not want to talk of his plans--it was always Tom's way to keep such things to himself--and so he asked no more questions, but went to the doorway for light, selected two one dollar bills, and returning, placed them in Tom's hand. Then Tom said:
”Now, Doctor, you fellows are not to worry about me if I don't turn up when you expect me. I shall probably be away from camp for several days--may be a week, or possibly even more than that. Don't worry, in any case. Remember that I know how to take care of myself.”
The Doctor promised, but it was with much of apprehension in his mind.
He saw that Tom was looking forward to his projected expedition with a good deal less of confident hope than he usually manifested on such occasions, and he gravely feared that the boy was planning to take some serious, if not even desperate, risk. He knew that Tom was daring to a fault, and that when he had formed a purpose he pursued it to its ultimate accomplishment or failure, with no regard whatever to the risks run, except that prudent forethought and circ.u.mspection which might enable him to avoid threatened evils.
CHAPTER XXIV
_In the High Mountains_
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