Part 70 (1/2)

”And ye'll come back here?” he demanded.

The girl glanced toward Governor Vandecar, and caught the slight inclination of his head.

”Yes,” she promised; ”yes, we'll come back, if you are quite well.”

Cronk stooped down and pressed his lips to hers.

”I'd a gone with ye, Midge, 'cause I couldn't say no to nothin' ye asked me.” But he halted, as they tried to lead him through the door.

”I don't like the dark,” he muttered, drawing back.

Fledra eyed him in consternation. Never before had she known him to express fear of anything, much less of the elements which seemed but a part of his own stormy nature. Never had she seen the great head bowed or the shoulders stooped in timidity. Katherine had Cronk's hand in hers, and she gently drew him forward.

”Come, come!” she breathed softly.

”I'm afraid,” Lon whined again. ”I want to stay here, Midge.” He looked back, and, encountering Vandecar's eyes, made appeal to him.

”Cronk,” the governor said, ”do you believe that I am your friend?”

The squatter flung about, facing the other.

”Yep,” he answered slowly, ”I know ye be my friend. If ye'll let me walk with my hand in yer'n, I'll go.” He said it simply, as a child to a parent. He held out his crooked fingers, and Vandecar seized them.

Katherine took up her position on the other side of her father, and the three stepped out into the night and began slowly to ascend the hill.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

To Horace Sh.e.l.lington it seemed many hours before the small, jerky train that ran between Auburn and Ithaca drew into the latter city. In his eagerness to reach the squatter settlement without loss of time, he hastened from the car into the station. He knew that it would be far into the night before he reached Lon Cronk's, and, with his whole soul, he hoped he would be in time to save Fledra from harm. At the little window in the station he hurriedly demanded of the agent a mode of conveyance to take him to the spot nearest the squatter's home.

”There's no way to get there tonight over this road,” said the man; ”but you might see if Middy Burnes could take you down the lake. He's got a tug, and for a little money he'll run you right there.”

Horace quickly left the station, and, making his way to the street, found the house to which he had been directed. At his knock Middy Burnes poked a bald head out of the door and asked his business. In a few words Sh.e.l.lington made known his wants. The tugman threw the door wider and scratched his head as he cogitated:

”Mister, it'll take me a plumb hour to get the fire goin' good in that tug. If ye can wait that long, till I get steam up, I'll be glad to take ye.” So, presently the two walked together toward the inlet where the boat was tied.

”Who do you want to see down the lake this time of the year?” asked Burnes, with a sidelong look at his tall companion.

”Lon Cronk.”

”Ho! ho!” laughed Middy. ”I jest brought him and Lem Crabbe up from Tarrytown, with one of Lon's kids. She's a pretty little 'un. I pity her, 'cause she didn't do nothin' but cry all the way up, and once she jumped into the lake.”

”Did what?”

The sharpness of Sh.e.l.lington's voice told Middy that this news was of moment.

”Well, ye see, 'tain't none of my business, 'cause the gal belongs to Lon; but, if she was mine, I wouldn't give her to no Lem Crabbe. Lem said she jumped in the lake after a pup; but I 'low he was monkeyin'

with her. Her pappy hopped in the water after her like a frog and pulled her out quicker'n scat.”