Part 28 (1/2)

Norman protested in vain against his decision to retire for a while.

”I can't do no good settin' thar listenin' to them fools,” the miner declared. ”They make me sick. Besides, ye all vote me down when I tells ye what to do, and things keep on goin' from bad to worse. Jest let me git out and move around among the boys a little. I think I can do some good. You folks is all too chicken-hearted to run this Brotherhood. Love and fellows.h.i.+p is all right, but ye've got ter mix a little law and common sense before ye can straighten the kinks out of this here community.”

Norman gave his consent reluctantly, and was amazed at the end of a week to observe a remarkable improvement in the spirit of the colony.

Loafers disappeared, stealing all but ceased, drinking and fighting were on the decrease.

One by one old Tom had taken the loafers with him on a long walk up the beach. He was usually gone about an hour and always came back laughing and chatting with his friend in the best of humour.

Invariably the loafer went to work.

In the same way he took a walk with each one of a crowd of wild, unmannerly boys, whose rudeness at the table and whose horse-play about the building had become unendurable. The effects of these walks seemed magical. Always the pair returned in a fine humour and the most marked revolution was immediately noted in the conduct of the offender.

Norman asked the old man again and again for the secret of his power.

He replied in the most casual way:

”Just had a plain heart-to-heart talk with 'em and told 'em what had to be--that's all.”

The good work had continued for a week with uninterrupted success, when a bomb was suddenly exploded in the executive council by the appearance of an irate mother leading an insolent fourteen-year-old cub, who walked rather stiffly.

Amid a silence that was painful, the mother stripped the boy to the waist, thrust him before Norman and Barbara, and said:

”Now, tell them what you've just told me.”

The boy glanced cautiously around to see if his enemy were near and poured forth a tale the like of which had never been heard before.

”Old Tom asked me to take a walk with him. He got me away off in a lonely place behind the big rocks on that little island up the beach and pulled up a plank drawbridge so I couldn't get back till he wanted to let me. He stripped me like this, tied me to a whipping-post and nearly beat the life out of me. He said he'd been appointed by the council to settle with me in private so n.o.body would know anything about it.”

”Said that he had been appointed by the council to whip you?” Norman asked, in amazement.

”That's what he said, sir,” the boy went on. ”He gave me forty-nine lashes with a cowhide and then set down and talked to me a half hour.”

”And what did he say?” Norman inquired, forcing back a smile by a desperate effort.

”He told me that he tried to get out of the work, but the council had forced it on him. Said there oughtn't to be no hard feelings, that it was a dirty, tiresome job, and he didn't have no pleasure in it, but it had to be done for the salvation of the people. He said it wasn't wise to talk about such things among the Brotherhood. I told him I'd tell my ma the minute I got home. He said that would be foolish, that none of the others had said a word, that they had all taken their medicine like little men.”

”He told you he had whipped all the others who had taken that walk with him?” Norman gasped.

”That's what he said, sir,” the boy insisted, ”and I guess he had, for they'd pawed a hole in the sand 'round that whipping-post big enough to bury a horse in.”

The boy paused and his mother shook him angrily.

”Tell what else he said to you!”

The cub glanced hastily toward the door and whispered:

”Said if I opened my mouth about what had happened he'd skin me alive.”

The council sent the mother and son away with the a.s.surance of immediate action.