CHAPTER XXII.
THE FATE OF SILVER TONGUE.
Following Barker’s lead, some of the boys derided certain features ofPiper’s story, it being difficult for them to believe that theseemingly boastful, but timid, Texan could have mustered courage tomatch himself barehanded against Lander. Spotty Davis arriving, theyquestioned him. At first Davis betrayed amazement, but when pressedhard he denied everything.
“Who’s been tellin’ there was any trouble between me and Bunk?” hecried. “There ain’t nothin’ to it. Why, we wouldn’t have a fallin’ outover cards nor anything else. Some sneakin’ spy made up that yarn.”
“I think that settles it,” laughed Barker.
No one ventured to say anything to Grant, who, as usual, was quiet andreserved, and held himself aloof.
“As docile as a sick kitten,” chuckled Cooper. “Think of Sleuthcomparing him to a grizzly bear! My! but Piper’ll get dotty if he don’tstop reading the rot he feeds on.”
After supper that evening Davis again called on Rodney Grant.
“I want to thank you for what you done last night, Rod,” said Spotty,accepting the easy chair and bringing forth his cigarettes. “Thought itwasn’t best for anybody to see us talkin’ together around the academyto-day. Say, do you know some sneak was spyin’ on us?”
“Spying?” questioned Grant. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that somebody saw that mix-up at the camp.”
“Impossible!”
“They did,” persisted Davis. “Four or five fellers asked me about itjust as soon’s I got to the academy this morning.”
“I don’t see how any one could know,” muttered the boy from Texas, inperplexity.
“I’ve been thinkin’ it over. There was only one way: somebody must havefollowed us and peeked in at the winder.”
“I hope not,” said Rod, tapping the chair restlessly with his knuckles.“What did you tell the fellows who questioned you?”
“Nothin’; I just denied everything flat. Say, have you seen Bunkto-day?”
“No.”
“Nor I. Jingoes! but you did slam him around fierce. You scat me whenyou took to chokin’ him that way. I never saw anybody look so savage inmy life as you did, and I swear I thought you meant to kill him.”
Rodney Grant shrugged his shoulders, and it almost seemed as if heshivered a bit.
“I lost my temper, Spotty, and that’s a bad thing for anybody todo—especially bad for me. I’m glad you grabbed my wrists and shouted atme just as you did, for it sort of brought me to my senses.”
“I bet Bunk was astonished. He didn’t think you’d do anything likethat—didn’t think you could. I don’t understand why you’ve taken somuch sass off Rollins and Barker. I’ll guarantee you could wallopeither one of them in a minute and a half. No, sir, I don’t understandit.”
“Perhaps you don’t, but I do, Spotty, and that’s plenty sufficient.”
“Lander was a chump to get mad the way he did.”
“But he caught you slipping a card off the pack. Really, you were toblame, Davis—and I was to blame, too.”
“You? Why, you didn’t play.”
“No; but I sat there and looked on, knowing all the time that cardplaying for money is bad business, just as I think I told you oncebefore.”
“Bunk didn’t really have no kick comin’, for he’s slippery with thepasteboards himself. I was just tryin’ to hold up my end with him.”
“The chap who plays cards with any one he knows to be crooked is doublyfoolish, as there’s only one way for him to escape being trimmed: hemust cheat also. Where did you get the money to play with, Spotty?”
“I—oh, I got it by—by sellin’ something. What makes you ask?”
“I knew you were broke a few days ago,” said Grant, his steady eyesfixed on Spotty’s flushed and confused face.
“Sometimes I have a little change in my clothes. Occasionally the oldman digs up for me, you know.”
“Well, I hope that hereafter you’ll know better than to play cards formoney. It’s dead sure you’ll not play while I’m around, for I got mylesson. You weren’t at school this afternoon.”
“No; ain’t comin’ no more this term. There’s only another week of it,anyhow.”
“Not coming any more? Why not?”
“Didn’t you hear about it? I had a mix-up with Barker to-day noon, andthe old prof took a hand in it.”
“What sort of a mix-up?”
“Oh, Barker happened to catch me lookin’ into his desk, and heproceeded to put his paws on me.”
“Why were you looking in his desk?”
“Lost my algebra,” answered Spotty glibly, “and I was lookin’ ’roundfor it. Barker come up behind me, and we was tumblin’ ’round in theaisle when the old prof appeared and dipped right in. Jinks! I washoppin’ mad. But he wasn’t fair, anyhow; he went for me and hardly saida word to Barker. When I answered back he told me to go home and staythere until I was ready to apologize. I don’t care a rap. I shan’tapologize now, for I’ll dodge the final examinations, and I don’tbelieve I could pass ’em. But, say! you just wait till I get some kindof a chance to square up with Barker! I’ve got it in for him, and I’llmake him pay. He’ll wish he never put his fins on me.”
“You’re sure revengeful, Spotty,” laughed Rod; “but I opine it’s mostlyhot air with you. You talk a plenty, but you wouldn’t really doanything.”
“Oh, wouldn’t I! You don’t know me. Perhaps you’ll change your mindabout me some day. I don’t forgit things, and I don’t forgive, either.”
“That’s a right bad policy.”
“You needn’t talk! It don’t strike me that you’re one of the forgivin’kind. I hain’t seen you snoopin’ ’round after any of the fellers that’sdone you dirt.”
“Hardly. I’m not disposed to beg my enemies to accept my forgiveness,but if they should come to me man-fashion and ask to be forgiven, thatwould be different.”
“I don’t s’pose you’re chump enough to fancy they’ll ever do anythinglike that?”
“No, indeed. Still, as long as they let me alone things will move alongright placid and serene.”
“But Barker didn’t let me alone. He won’t let you alone, either. He’sgot it in for you, and he’s goin’ to soak you any chance he gets. Hedon’t like me because I told the truth about his chum, Bern Hayden, andsaved my own neck by it. That’s a peach of a necktie you’re wearin’,Rod. Where’d you git it? Didn’t buy it ’round these parts, did ye?”
“Oh, no; I had it when I came here. Put in a full supply, you know.”
“You’re sort of dressin’ more’n you did at first. I don’t blame ye; I’dwear swell togs if I had ’em. This old tie of mine is gittin’ on thebum, but it’s all I’ve got.”
Smiling, Grant rose, opened a drawer and brought forth a number ofneckties, which he tossed on the table. “Take your pick out of those,”he said. “You may have your choice.”
“Thanks,” cried Spotty eagerly. “This bright blue one just about hitsme.”
“You seem to like bright colors.”
“I guess I do, reds and blues in particular.”
“Well, I’ve got a red one somewhere that you may have also,” said Rod,rummaging in the drawer, from which he removed handkerchiefs, collarsand various other articles. “I don’t care for it much. I wonder wherethe thing is. I believe I threw it on the top shelf in the closet.” Heopened the closet door and stepped inside, leaving Davis, who had risento his feet, inspecting and admiring those articles of personaladornment which had been brought forth from the drawer.
In a few minutes, discovering the red necktie, Rod reappeared andpassed it over, Spotty again expressing his thanks.
“I’ll cut a swell with this,” grinned the visitor.
They chatted a while longer, and finally Davis took his departure.
The following day Spotty loafed around the village, proudly wearing th
ered necktie.
Saturday dawned cold, bleak and threatening; the sky was heavy and theair chill and penetrating; it was one of those depressing wintermornings which gives a person in the country a feeling of loneliness.
Springer and Piper, on their way past Barker’s home, saw Berlin appearin the open stable door with a piece of rope in his hand. They stoppedand called to him, and he beckoned.
“Cuc-come on,” said Springer, leading the way toward the stable.
“Seen anything of my dog, fellows?” asked Berlin.
“I haven’t,” answered Phil.
“Nor I,” said Sleuth. “Lost him?”
“He chewed off his rope and got out. It’s the second time he’s done itthis week. Sawyer lets his old hound run loose, and when Silver Tonguegets out they go off into the woods together and run rabbits. I don’tlike it. I’ll have to get a chain for Silver Tongue, and I’m going totell Sawyer he’d better keep his hound tied up. It spoils a young dogto range the woods without his master. Going to snow, isn’t it?”
“My deduction is that it will,” nodded Sleuth. “By the inclement aspectof the weather, I should say we were due to get a stiff old storm.”
“That will spoil the sus-sliding,” complained Springer. “The hill hasjust got into good shape, too. Don’t seem as if a fellow can more thanbegin to have good fuf-fun before something happens to spoil it. Snowfixed our skating, and now if we get a big lot of it it will put oursliding on the punk for a while. Then what will we do?”
“We’ll have to get our fun indoors. There’s basketball, you know, andit’s time we were at it. Wonder if Stone is going to play?”
“I dunno,” said Sleuth; “but my deduction is——”
“Your deductions are generally bad.”
“Is that so!” cried Piper resentfully. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten myremarkable work in the Ben Stone-Bern Hayden case? I received theunqualified and flattering approval of the judge for that.”
“Oh, it was accidental; you just happened to guess right once in yourlife. I’m going down town to see if I can get trace of Silver Tongue.Come on with me.”
But barely had they started when Sleuth Piper uttered a cry andpointed: “There’s your dog now! What’s the matter with him? He’s hurt.”
The young hound had appeared, and he was barely dragging himself alongas he crept staggering toward the stable, an occasional low, moaningwhine coming from his lips.
Barker uttered a shout and ran toward the dog. As he approached he sawthat Silver Tongue was leaving a bloody trail behind him, and also thatthere was a shocking gory wound in the animal’s side. At Bern’s feetthe creature sank on the snow, uttering a mournful, quavering,heart-piercing howl.
Three agitated, sickened boys gazed down at the stricken dog. Barker’sface was ghastly white, and he choked as he cried:
“Somebody has shot him! Oh, the whelp—the wretch!”
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