Part 64 (1/2)

”And ye won't give the gal to him?”

”Nope.”

In her fancy Fledra could see Lon draw the pipe from his lips to mutter the words to Lem.

”If ye take his money, Lon,” gurgled Lem, ”ye might have to fight with him if he don't get Flea.”

The listening girl crept to the staircase and strained her ears.

”I kin fight,” replied Lon laconically.

When, next day, the tug came to a standstill in front of the rocks near the squatter's hut, Fledra went forward and touched Lon's arm. Her eyes rested a moment upon him, before she could gather voice to say:

”Will you let me stay with you, Pappy Lon, for a few days?”

”I'll let ye stay till I tell ye to go,” growled Lon, ”and I don't want no sniveling, nuther.”

”When are you going to tell me to go?”

”When I like. Middy's gittin' the skiff ready to take ye out. Scoot there, and light a fire in the hut! Here be the key to the padlock.”

Fledra's heart rose a little with hope. He had not said that she had to go with Lem that day. After she had been rowed to the sh.o.r.e, she went slowly to the shanty, with a prayer upon her lips. She had no thought that Horace would try to save her, or that he would be able to keep her from Lem and Lon. She prepared the breakfasts for Cronk and Crabbe and for Middy with his two helpers. During the meal four pairs of eyes looked at the slim, lithe form as it darted to and fro, doing the many tasks in the littered hut. Lon Cronk was the only one not to lift his head as she pa.s.sed and repa.s.sed. He sat and thought moodily by the fire. At last he did lift his head, and Fledra's solemn gray eyes, fixed gravely upon him, made the squatter ill at ease.

”What ye lookin' at?” he growled. ”Keep your eyes to hum, and quit a staring at me!” Fledra shrank back. ”And I hate ye in them glad rags!”

Lon thundered out. ”Jerk 'em off, and put on some of them togs of Granny Cronk's! Yer a squatter, and ye'd better dress and talk like one! Do ye hear?”

”Yes, Pappy Lon,” murmured Fledra, dropping her eyes.

”I ain't said yet when ye was to go to Lem's hut; but, when I do, don't ye kick up no row, and ye'd best do as Lem tells ye, or he'll take the sa.s.s out of yer hide!”

”I wish I could stay with you,” ventured Fledra sorrowfully; but to this Lon did not reply. After breakfast she was left alone in the hut, and she could hear the loud talking of the tugmen and see Lem working on the scow.

Soon Middy Burnes' tug steamed away toward Ithaca, and Fledra knew that she was alone with no creature between her and Lem but Lon Cronk.

When Lon and Lem returned, the hut was tidy. Fledra had hoped that if she made it so Lon might want her to stay. She could be of much use about the shanty. Neither of the men spoke for awhile, and Fledra held her peace, as she sat by the low hut-window and gazed thoughtfully out upon the lake. In the distance she could see the east sh.o.r.e but dimly.

Several fis.h.i.+ng boats ran up the lake toward town. A flock of spring birds swept breezily over the water and sought the shade of the forest.

Suddenly Lem rose up, stretched his legs, yawned, and said:

”I'm goin' out, Lon, and I'll be back in a little while. Ye'd best be a thinkin' of what I said,” he cautioned, ”and keep yer eyes skinned for travelers.”

”All right. Don't be gone long, Lem,” responded Lon. Fledra was not too abstracted to notice the uneasy tone in the squatter's voice.

”Nope; I'm only goin' up the hill.”

Lem had decided to reconnoiter for Scraggy. He was filled with a fear that she might be dead; for he had left her in the hut unconscious. He climbed the hill, and, rounding her shanty, drew nearer, and peeped into the window. A piece of bread lying on the table, and a few embers burning on the grate bolstered up his hope that he had not committed murder. He drew a sigh of relief.

Presently, after the departure of Lem, Lon stirred his feet, dragged himself up in the chair, and turned upon the girl. Her heart beat wildly with hope. If he would allow her to stay in the hut with him, she would ask nothing better. His consent would come as a direct answer to prayer.

How hard she would work if Floyd and Horace were safe! Cronk coughed behind his hand.