Want me to ask some of the other fellers?""No!" exclaimed his friend, almost fiercely. "Don't you mention his name to a soul, nor let 'em know you've thought of him. If anybody should ask, tell 'em you guess he's right around somewheres. You two git to work ag'in. I'll let you know if Iwant you."
The pair took up their buckets, and the Captain walked on from group to group, looking carefully at each person. The Reverend Perley and some of his flock were standing by themselves on a neighboring stoop, and to them the searcher turned eagerly.
"Why, Cap'n Eri!" exclaimed Miss Busteed, the first to identify him, "how you've worked! You must be tired pretty nigh to death.
Ain't it awful! But it's the Lord's doin's; I'm jest as sure of that as I can be, and I says so to Mr. Perley. Didn't I, Mr.
Perley? I says--"
"Lookin' for anybody, Cap'n?" interrupted the reverend gentleman.
"No," lied the Captain calmly, "jest walkin' around to git cooled off a little. Good-night."There was the most likely place, and John Baxter was not there.
Certainly every citizen in Orham, who was able to crawl, would be out this night, and if the old puritan hermit of the big house was not present to exult over the downfall of the wicked, it would be because he was ill or because-- The Captain didn't like to think of the other reason.
Mrs. "Web" Saunders, quietly weeping, was seated on a knoll near the pump. Three of the Saunders' hopefuls, also weeping, but not quietly, were seated beside her. Another, the youngest of the family, was being rocked soothingly in the arms of a stout female, who was singing to it as placidly as though fires were an every day, or night, occurrence. The Captain peered down, and the stout woman looked up.
"Why, Mrs. Snow!" exclaimed Captain Eri.
The lady from Nantucket made no immediate reply. She rose, however, shook down the black "alpaca" skirt, which had been folded up to keep it out of the dew, and, still humming softly to the child, walked off a little way, motioning with her head for the Captain to follow. When she had reached a spot sufficiently remote from Mrs. Saunders, she whispered:
"How d'ye do, Cap'n Hedge? I guess the wust is over now, isn't it?
I saw you workin' with them ropes; you must be awful tired.""How long have you been here?" asked the Captain somewhat astonished at her calmness.
"Oh, I come right down as soon as I heard the bell. I'm kind of used to fires. My husband's schooner got afire twice while I was with him. He used to run a coal vessel, you know. I got right up and packed my bag, 'cause I didn't know how the fire might spread.
You never can tell in a town like this. Ssh'h, dearie," to the baby, "there, there, it's all right. Lay still.""How'd you git acquainted with her?" nodding toward the wife of the proprietor of the scorched saloon.
"Oh, I see the poor thing settin' there with all them children and nobody paying much attention to her, so I went over and asked if Icouldn't help out. I haven't got any children of my own, but I was number three in a fam'ly of fourteen, so I know how it's done. Oh!
that husband of hers! He's a nice one, he is! Would you b'lieve it, he come along and she spoke to him, and he swore at her somethin' dreadful. That's why she's cryin'. Poor critter, Iguess by the looks she's used to it. Well, I give HIM a piece of my mind. He went away with a flea in his ear. I do despise a profane man above all things. Yes, the baby's all right, Mrs.
Saunders. I'm a-comin'. Good-night, Cap'n Hedge. I s'pose Ishall see you all in the mornin'. You ought to be careful and not stand still much this damp night. It's bad when you're het up so."She went back, still singing to the baby, to where Mrs. Saunders sat, and the Captain looked after her in a kind of amazed fashion.
"By mighty!" he muttered, and then repeated it. Then he resumed his search.
