Part 11 (1/2)
”Objection? h.e.l.l! What's the inducement? My hired man, an' not three s.h.i.+rts to yer back!”
”That's another; I've got four. Say, old man, did you ever work out for a living?”
”That's none o' your business,” growled Bacon, a little taken down.
”I've worked, an' sc.r.a.ped, an' got t'gether a little prop'ty here, an'
they ain't no sucker like you goun' to come 'long here, an' live off me, an' spend my prop'ty after I'm dead. You can jest bet high on that.”
”Who's goin' t' live on ye?”
”You're aimun' to.”
”I ain't, neither.”
”Yes, y'are. You've loafed on me ever since I hired ye.”
”That's a”---- Lime checked himself for Marietta's sake, and the enraged father went on:
”I hired ye t' cut wood, an' you've gone an' fooled my daughter away from me. Now you jest figger up what I owe ye, and git out o' here. Ye can't go too soon t' suit _me_.”
Bacon was renowned as the hardest man in Cedar County to handle, and though he was getting old, he was still a terror to his neighbors when roused. He was honest, temperate, and a good neighbor until something carried him off his balance; then he became as cruel as a panther and as savage as a grizzly. All this Lime knew, but it did not keep his anger down so much as did the thought of Marietta. His silence infuriated Bacon, who yelled hoa.r.s.ely:
”Git out o' this!”
”Don't be in a rush, ol' man”----
Bacon hurled himself upon Lime, who threw out one hand and stopped him, while he said in a low voice:
”Stay right where you are, ol' man. I'm dangerous. It's for Merry's sake”----
The infuriated old man struck at him. Lime warded off the blow, and with a sudden wrench and twist threw him to the ground with frightful force.
Before Bacon could rise, Marietta, who had witnessed the scene, came flying from the house.
”Lime! Father! What are you doing?”
”I--couldn't help it, Merry. It was him 'r me,” said Lime, almost sadly.
”Dad, ain't you got no sense? What 're you thinking of? You jest stop right now. I won't have it.”
He rose while she clung to him; he seemed a little dazed. It was the first time he had ever been thrown, and he could not but feel a certain respect for his opponent, but he could not give way.
”Pack up yer duds,” he snarled, ”an' git off'n my land. I'll have the money fer ye when ye come back. I'll give ye jest five minutes to git clear o' here. Merry, you stay here.”
The young man saw it was useless to remain, as it would only excite the old man; and so, with a look of apology, not without humor, at Marietta, he went to the house to get his valise. The girl wept silently while the father raged up and down. His mood frightened her.
”I thought you had more sense than t' take up with such a dirty houn'.”
”He ain't a houn',” she blazed forth, ”and he's just as good and clean as you are.”