Part 3 (1/2)

”Naturally--but how about that, anyway? It's a wonder you weren't killed. How came a youngster like you there alone with those beasts?”

Thryng had an abrupt manner of springing a question which startled the child, and he edged away, furtively watching his sister.

[Ill.u.s.tration: _”Casabianca, was it?” said Thryng, smiling. Page 17._]

”Did you hitch that kicking brute alone and drive all that distance?”

”Aunt Sally, she he'ped me to tie up; she give him co'n whilst I th'owed on the strops, an' when he's oncet tied up, he goes all right.” The atom grinned. ”Hit's his way. He's mean, but he nevah works both ends to oncet.”

”Good thing to know; but you're a hero, do you understand that?” The child continued to edge away, and David reached out and drew him to his side. Holding him by his two sharp little elbows, he gave him a playful shake. ”I say, do you know what a hero is?”

The startled boy stopped grinning and looked wildly to his sister, but receiving only a smile of rea.s.surance from her, he lifted his great eyes to Thryng's face, then slowly the little form relaxed, and he was drawn within the doctor's encircling arm.

”I don't reckon,” was all his reply, which ambiguous remark caused David, in his turn, to look to the sister for elucidation. She held a long, lighted candle in her hand, and paused to look back as she was leaving the room.

”Yes, you do, honey son. You remembah the boy with the quare long name sistah told you about, who stood there when the s.h.i.+p was all afiah and wouldn't leave because his fathah had told him to bide? He was a hero.”

But Hoyle was too shy to respond, and David could feel his little heart thumping against his arm as he held him.

”Tell the gentleman, Hoyle. He don't bite, I reckon,” called the mother from her corner.

”His name begun like yourn, Ca.s.s, but I cyan't remembah the hull of it.”

”Casabianca, was it?” said Thryng, smiling.

”I reckon. Did you-uns know him?”

”When I was a small chap like you, I used to read about him.” Then the atom yielded entirely, and leaned comfortably against David, and his sister left them, carrying the candle with her.

Old Sally threw another log on the fire, and the flames leaped up the cavernous chimney, lighting the room with dramatic splendor. Thryng took note of its unique furnis.h.i.+ng. In the corner opposite the one where the mother lay was another immense four-poster bed, and before it hung a coa.r.s.e homespun curtain, half concealing it. At its foot was a huge box of dark wood, well-made and strong, with a padlock. This and the beds seemed to belong to another time and place, in contrast to the other articles, which were evidently mountain made, rude in construction and hewn out by hand, the chairs unstained and unpolished, and seated with splints.

The walls were the roughly dressed logs of which the house was built, the c.h.i.n.ks plastered with deep red-brown clay. Depending from nails driven in the logs were festoons of dried apple and strips of dried pumpkin, and hanging by their braided husks were bunches of Indian corn, not yellow like that of the north, but white or purple.

There were bags also, containing Thryng knew not what, although he was to learn later, when his own larder came to be eked out by sundry gifts of dried fruit and sweet corn, together with the staple of beans and peas from the widow's store.

Beside the window of small panes was a shelf, on which were a few worn books, and beneath hung an almanac; at the foot of the mother's bed stood a small spinning-wheel, with the wool still hanging to the spindle. David wondered how long since it had been used. The scrupulous cleanliness of the place satisfied his fastidious nature, and gave him a sense of comfort in the homely interior. He liked the look of the bed in the corner, made up high and round, and covered with marvellous patchwork.

As he sat thus, noting all his surroundings, Hoyle still nestled at his side, leaning his elbows on the doctor's knees, his chin in his hands, and his soft eyes fixed steadily on the doctor's face. Thus they advanced rapidly toward an amicable acquaintance, each questioning and being questioned.

”What is a 'bee tree'?” said David. ”You said somebody found one.”

”Hit's a big holler tree, an' hit's plumb full o' bees an' honey. Frale, he found this'n.”

”Tell me about it. Where was it?”

”Hit war up yandah, highah up th' mountain. They is a hole thar what wil' cats live in, Wil' Cat Hole. Frale, he war a hunt'n fer a cat. Some men thar at th' hotel, they war plumb mad to hunt a wil' cat with th'

dogs, an' Frale, he 'lowed to git th' cat fer 'em.”

”And when was that?”

”Las' summah, when th' hotel war open. They war a heap o' men at th'

hotel.”