CHAPTER IV
A BUSINESS PROPOSITION
"Nobody at home," said Andy to himself.
He walked around the house to find all the windows closed and locked.
"That's the reason no one came to the fire," he resumed. "There'ssomebody, though."
Andy started in the direction of the barn. He had caught the sound ofsome one chopping or hammering there.
He came upon a hired hand splitting some sawed hickory slabs to whittledown into skewers.
"Mr. Dale's folks all away?" inquired Andy.
"Reckon they are, youngster," answered the man.
"Will they be gone long, do you think?"
"Mr. Dale won't. He drove the family over to Centreville. The circus isthere, you know."
"Yes," said Andy--longingly.
"Took them early, so they could look around town. They're going to stayall night with some relations, Mr. Dale isn't, though. He ought to beback by this time. He's due now. Was talking of carting a couple ofloads of hay over to Gregson's this morning."
Andy's heart sank at this. He did not tell the man about the fire.Backing away gloomily, he went out into the road again.
Every point in the landscape suggested some section of his morning'smisfortunes. Andy craned his neck as he took in a distant view of theold school-house.
He made out a female figure approaching it. Andy recognized the greenbombazine dress of Miss Lavinia Talcott. She carried a baggy umbrella inher hand. Andy from experience knew that its possession by the old maidwas generally a sign that she was on the war-path.
"She's hunting for me," thought Andy. "I suppose I've got to face themusic some time, but I'll not do it just now, I've got some business toattend to, first."
Andy hurried down the Centreville turnpike. He walked along briskly,more to get out of possible range of Miss Lavinia than with any otherdistinct motive in mind. Still, Andy had "business" in view. That burneddown haystack haunted him. Somehow he must square himself with Mr. Dale,he said. He fancied he had found a way.
Andy did not pause until he was fully a mile down the highway. He feltsafe from interruption now, and sat down on an old log and mused in adreamy, drifting sort of a way.
The sound of approaching wagon wheels disturbed him in the midst of adepressing reverie.
"It's Mr. Dale," said Andy, getting up from the log and viewing theapproaching team. "I wanted to see you, Mr. Dale," he spoke aloud as thecarry-all came abreast of him.
"Oh, hello, you, Wildwood," spoke the farmer with a grin. "Playinghookey, eh?"
"No, sir," answered Andy frankly. "I was expelled from school thismorning."
"Do tell me now!" said Dale. "Want a lift?"
"No, sir," answered Andy, "I just wanted to take up a minute of yourtime. I'm sorry, Mr. Dale, I don't suppose you think any too much of mealready, and when I tell you--"
"Hey? Ha! ha!" chuckled Dale. "Think I'm sore on you because of thatcalf business? Not at all, not at all. Why, I got double price for thecritter, see?"
"There's something else," announced Andy seriously. "The truth is, Mr.Dale, I burned down one of your haystacks about an hour ago."
"What! You burned one of my haystacks? Which one--which one?" demandedDale, growing pale with excitement.
"The little one to the north-east of the field," explained Andy. "Ishould think it held between two and three tons."
Farmer Dale dropped the lines and jumped down into the road from thewagon, whip in hand. All his jubilant slyness deserted him. He began toget frightfully worked up over Andy's news.
"Wait a minute," pleaded Andy. "Don't get excited till I explain. Imanaged to save the other stacks. It was all an accident, but I want topay the damage. Yes, I'll pay you, Mr. Dale."
"You'll have to, you bet on that!" snorted the farmer wrathfully. "I'llgo to your aunt right off with the bill."
"Don't do it, Mr. Dale," advised Andy. "She preaches lots about honestyand responsibility and all that, but she's mighty close when it comes tothe dollars. She wouldn't pay you a cent, no, sir, but I will. That hayis worth about twenty dollars, I reckon, Mr. Dale?"
"Well, yes, it is," nodded the farmer. "Good timothy is scarce, and thatwas a prime lot."
"I've got no money, of course," went on Andy, "but I thought this:couldn't you give me some work to do and let me pay it out in that way?I'll do my level best to--"
"Oh! that's your precious proposition, is it?" snarled Mr. Dale,switching the whip about furiously. "No, I couldn't. The hand I've gotnow is idle half the time. See here, Wildwood, arson is a pretty seriouscrime. You'd better square this thing some way. In fact you've got to doit, or there's going to be trouble."
"I know what you mean," said Andy--"you'll have me arrested. You mustn'tdo that, Mr. Dale--I feel bad enough, I'm in a hard enough corneralready. I want to do what's right, and I intend to. I owe you twentydollars. Will you give me time to pay it in? Will you take my note--withinterest, of course--for the amount?"
"Will I--take your note--interest? ha! ha! oh, dear me! dear me!" fairlyexploded Dale in a burst of uproarious laughter.
"Secured," added Andy in a business-like tone.
"Secured by what?" demanded Dale eagerly.
"I can't tell you now. I will to-night, or to-morrow morning."
"You don't mean old ball bats, or your mud scow in the creek, or thatkind of trash?" inquired Dale suspiciously.
"No, sir, I mean tangible security," declared Andy.
"You don't seem to carry much of it around with you," suggested Dalebluntly, casting a sarcastic eye over Andy's well-worn clothes.
"Perhaps not," admitted Andy, coloring up. "I can give you security,though. What I want to know is this: If I can place good security in thehands of a trusty person, will you give me--say--three months to pay youoff in? If I don't, the person will sell the security and pay youin full."
"Why don't you put the security in my hands?" asked the farmer shrewdly.
"Because I have done some damage up at the schoolhouse. I want to payfor that, too. You will be satisfied with the security and the personholding it, Mr. Dale. I will let you know all about it before teno'clock to-morrow morning."
Farmer Dale surveyed Andy with a long, curious stare, whistling softlyto himself. His hot temper was subdued, now that he saw a prospect ofpayment for the burned hay.
"You talk straight off the reel, Wildwood," he said. "I believe you'rehonest. Go on with your little arrangement, and let's see how it pansout. I shan't make any move until after ten o'clock to-morrow morning."
"Thank you, Mr. Dale," said Andy. "I won't disappoint you."
Andy started to move away from the spot.
"Hold on," interrupted Dale. "Tell me how it happened."
Andy gave an unbiased account of the morning's occurrences.
"Ha! hum!" commented the farmer. "No end of scrapes because you're alively lad and can't help it. See here, Wildwood, do you know what Iwould do if I were in your place?"
"No, what's that, Mr. Dale?" asked Andy.
"I'd join the show--yes, I would!" declared the farmer energetically. "Itell you I believe circus is born in you, and you can't help it. Youdon't have much of a life at home. You're not built for humdrum villagelife. Get out; grow into something you fancy. No need being a scampbecause you're a rover. My brother was built your sort. They pinned himdown trying to make a doctor of him, and he ran away. He turned up witha little fortune ten years later, a big-hearted, happy fellow. No oneparticularly knew it, but he'd been with a traveling minstrel show forthose ten years. Now he's settled down, and I'd like to see a finer manthan Zeb Dale."
"Thank you," said Andy, "I'll think of what you say."
Farmer Dale jogged on his way. Andy faced towards Centreville. It seemedas if something was pulling him along in that direction.