THE LETTER.
There could be no question but that Ninety-four's company were highly
delighted with the news brought by Seth regarding his progress.
It was as if each man felt personally complimented by Mr. Fernald when
he advanced the amateur so rapidly, and all united in declaring that
"Josh was a right good fellow."
Seth was in the highest degree excited. He had expected that his friends
of Ninety-four would be pleased at learning of his good fortune, but
never fancied they could be so deeply interested, and now he began to
understand what a gloom might be cast over the company if he should fail
in this attempt to gain a foothold in the Department.
'Lish Davis would not be content until the boy gave an exhibition of
what he had learned in the way of gymnastic exercises during the
morning, and when this had been brought to a close amid the applause of
all present, the driver said in a tone of satisfaction:
"You're getting on in great shape, Amateur, and if nothing happens to
give you a pull-back, ought'er be well up in the drill 'twixt now and a
year from to-day. Josh Fernald has the name of being precious hard on
them as comes under him for instruction; but I've always allowed he'd
boost along mighty fast any one who struck his fancy. He must have seen
that you were in earnest, young fellow, for when I talked with him the
best promise I could get was that he'd look you over in the course of a
month or two."
"Do they keep you humpin' on the odd jobs, Amateur?" Jerry Walters asked
solicitously.
"There's plenty to be done; but not enough to kill anybody. After I get
used to the ways of the place I reckon it'll come pretty easy."
"That's the kind of talk to make, young fellow!" the driver cried
approvingly. "Don't allow that your job's a hard one, however tough it
may be, for a kid never gets any credit when he's always whining 'bout
working to death."
Not until ten minutes or more had been spent in answering the questions
asked by each member of the company, including the captain himself, was
the curiosity of the men satisfied concerning the advancement of their
_protege_, and then Seth had an opportunity of inquiring as to the
charge against the firebug.
"Dan Roberts said you carried a lawyer down to see poor Jip, Mr.
Davis," the amateur began, and instantly the look of pleasurable
excitement faded from 'Lish Davis's face.
"So I did, Amateur, so I did. Jerry and I allowed we might do that much
for the kid, even though he ain't deserving of any man's attention."
"Will he get out of the scrape?"
"Not before having a trial, Amateur, and then all must depend on the
judge. It seems he owned up to the whole business when they first nabbed
him, and the only thing he can do now is to plead guilty. The evidence
that can be given by the kids from Brooklyn will be enough to convict
him, even if he finds somebody to help him make a fight, which wouldn't
be good sense."
"Then there's nothin' for the poor fellow but to go up the river?" and
Seth's voice was tremulous with sorrow.
"That ain't altogether certain, lad. The lawyer thinks, and Jerry and I
have the same idee, that if he owns up to the whole thing like a little
man, it may be possible to have sentence suspended during good
behavior."
"What do you mean by that, Mr. Davis?" Seth asked in perplexity.
"Why, it's jest like this. When he's put on trial let him tell the
truth. We of Ninety-four can testify that it was he who sent in the
alarm, showing he was sorry as soon as the deed had been done. Then
will come the time for the lawyer to get in his fine work. He'll do a
lot of chinning 'bout the boy's being young, and that it'll most likely
make a criminal of him to be sent up. In some such way as that the judge
may be brought to believe that it'll be the wisest course to suspend
sentence--that is to say, hold the conviction over him, but at the same
time letting him go free. If he behaves himself, well and good; if not,
he's brought before the court and sentenced on this same charge at some
future time."
"Are you certain that can be done?" Seth asked, growing more hopeful.
"No, Amateur, we ain't certain; but the chances are it can be fixed that
way, and we'll do our best at it, if for no other reason than to show
how good we're feeling because you're doing us so much credit up at
headquarters."
Seth had hoped that the members of Ninety-four's company would be able
to effect the firebug's release, and it was a great disappointment to
thus learn that nothing could be done save through the clemency of the
judge; but, as he would have kept silent had it been himself who was in
danger, he refrained from giving words to his sorrow.
Understanding what was in his mind, 'Lish Davis added in a kindly tone:
"Don't take it to heart, Amateur, for we'll do all that is possible, and
I'm allowing it'll all come out straight in the end. It wouldn't be well
if he pulled through too easy."
"If only he don't have to go to jail for two or three years!" Seth
cried, and then fearing he might say that which would sound like a
complaint, he took his leave after promising to report next evening.
"Well, I begun to think you was goin' to stop there all night," Master
Roberts cried irritably when his partner appeared. "Seemed like you was
havin' a mighty good time along at the first of it."
"That was when I was tellin' how I'd been gettin' on up at headquarters.
Say, Jip will have to be tried in court!"
"What? Can't Ninety-four's men stop it?" Dan cried in surprise, for he
had believed the firemen could do whatsoever they would, and Seth
repeated all that 'Lish Davis had said, adding in conclusion:
"You'd better try to see him again, an' tell the poor fellow how things
stand."
"He'll take it mighty hard."
"I'm 'fraid so; but there's nothin' else that can be done. Is Bill over
to the room?"
"He allowed he'd have to stop down-town quite a spell to-night, an' I
agreed to see him there after I'd met you. Why not take a spin as far as
the post-office?"
Seth was not opposed to a stroll through the city, even though wearied
by his labors of the day.
His heart was so sore because it would be impossible for him to do
anything in Jip's behalf that he had no inclination to spend the time in
his lodgings, where he could do nothing save dwell upon the painful
situation of the boy who had tried to injure him.
After a short time Dan succeeded in partially banishing his partner's
sorrowful thoughts by speaking of his own plans regarding the
prospective store on Third Avenue, and broached the subject by paying to
Seth his share of the room-rent.
"Did you make all that to-day?" the amateur asked in surprise.
"Yes, an' thirty-two cents more."
"You must have humped yourself."
"That's jest what I did do. You see, if I count on ever ownin' that
store I've got to work, same's you did to get into the Department, an' I
never lost a minute this mornin'. I'd made a big pile if it hadn't been
for goin' to see Jip."
Then Dan pictured to his partner in words the establishment he intended
one day to own, giving all the details with such exactness as to prove
that he must have spent considerable time reflecting upon the matter.
"That's what I want," he said as he concluded his description of the
store; "but when you come to think that I've only got thirty-two cents
towards it, there don't seem much chance I'll ever pull through."
"You'll have twice as much to-morrow night, an' every day it'll keep on
growin' till in a little while you'll have a pile that'll make your eyes
stick out. A feller can do pretty near what he counts on, if he sticks
right at it."
"You can bet I'll stick at the store part of it, though I ain't certain
as I'd ever believed it could be done if you hadn't got into the
Department. When you was runnin' to fires like as if there might be big
money in it, I counted it was foolishness; but now the thing looks
different."
At this point the conversation was interrupted by Sam Barney, who
suddenly appeared from around a corner much as if he had popped out with
the purpose of frightening them.
Seth would have passed the would-be detective without a word, for after
what had been done he felt no desire to so much as speak with him; but
now was the hour of Master Barney's triumph, and he did not intend to
lose any opportunity of sounding his own praises.
"Well," he cried, stepping directly in front of the boys, "what do you
think _now_ 'bout my bein' a detective?"
"If you are one, nobody knows it but yourself," Dan replied angrily.
"Didn't I get Jip Collins arrested?"
"Yes, an' anybody might er done the same thing, without startin' in by
goin' to Philadelphy. It seems you wasn't much of a detective when you
figgered that he was over there."
"If you fellers hadn't been so smart with your railroad ticket I'd never
gone, 'cause it didn't take me very long to see how I'd made a mistake
in figgerin', after I put my mind right down to it."
"I notice you hung 'round here two days waitin' for us to raise the
money. Couldn't you find the mistake before then?"
"I didn't try; but when I started in without bein' mixed up with a crowd
of duffers like you, I soon put the thing through."
"Yes, it was big detective work to walk over to Thirty-fourth Street
Ferry an' find him."
"I snaked him right out er a house where he was hidin'."
"Then Denny Macey was the one who gave Jip away, an' I'll have a
settlement with that chump some day!" Dan cried angrily.
Now for the first time Seth took part in the conversation, by saying
curtly to Sam:
"You've got Jip in jail, an' think it's goin' to be a big thing to brag
about; but I don't believe you'll make any great shakes out of it. Come
on, Dan, we don't want to hang 'round here any longer."
"You're feelin' mighty fine, Seth Bartlett, jest 'cause you're given the
chance to loaf 'round the Fire Department headquarters an' sweep the
floors!" Sam cried angrily. "I s'pose you think you're pretty nigh the
only feller in this town?"
"Come ahead, Dan," and Seth would have passed on but that the would-be
detective barred his way.
"I don't want any talk with you, Sam Barney, an' what's more I won't
have any."
"Won't, eh? Suppose I slap your face, how'll it be then?"
Instinctively Seth put himself in a posture of defence, and instantly
afterward realized that he must not be accused of making a disturbance
on the street lest it work to his harm in the Department.
Then once again he would have passed Master Barney.
The would-be detective was not brave save where he believed he had a
decided advantage, and the fact that Seth seemed eager to avoid an
encounter gave him great confidence in his own abilities.
He stepped up menacingly, brandishing his fists directly under Seth's
nose, and Dan cried sharply to his partner:
"Why don't you knock his head off?"
"He don't dare to so much as raise his hands, except he's up 'round
Ninety-four's house, where he thinks some of the firemen will back him!"
Sam cried derisively as he redoubled his efforts to provoke the amateur.
Seth's cheeks were flaming red, and he clenched his fists until the
knuckles were white, in the effort to restrain himself.
If he had been alone there is every probability he might have forgotten
his determination to avoid such encounters, for the would-be detective
was doing all he could to provoke a quarrel; but Dan Roberts,
understanding full well why his partner remained inactive when the
temptation to strike at least one blow was very great, took it upon
himself to put an end to the scene.
Sam was standing directly in front of Seth, brandishing his fists, and
indulging in such epithets as "coward" and "sneak," when Dan sprang
forward suddenly, striking the bully a blow under the ear that sent him
headlong into the gutter.
Then, after looking quickly around to make certain there were no
policemen within ear-shot, he leaped upon the discomfited detective,
seizing him by the coat-collar in such a manner that it was impossible
for Sam to raise his head.
"You're awful keen on havin' a row, an' I'm goin' to give you the
chance! You knew Seth wouldn't put up his hands, because he don't count
on havin' any black marks against him when he goes into the Department;
but I ain't figgerin' on anythin' of that kind, an' can stand a little
bit of a bad name for the sake of servin' you out."
"Come on, Dan, come on! Don't make a row here, 'cause in the first place
Sam Barney ain't worth it, an' then again you mustn't get up a name for
fightin'."
"I reckon that dressin' this chump down won't set me off very bad, an'
I'm willin' to take the risks. Now stand up and show what you can do!"
he added as he released his hold of the detective's collar.
Sam made no effort to rise, nor did he so much as reply.
"You was terrible sharp for a row with Seth, 'cause you counted on his
not mixing up with sich as you. I'm a good bit smaller than he is, an'
am ready to give you all the fightin' that's wanted. Come on, and be
funny same's you was a minute ago."
"I ain't got any row with you, Dan Roberts," Sam muttered.
"What's the reason you haven't got as much of a one with me as you had
with Seth? We're partners, an' he never said half the rough things about
you that I have."
"Leave me alone, or I'll yell for the perlice!"
"I thought you wasn't achin' terrible bad for a fight," and Dan
flourished his fists precisely as Sam had done while trying to provoke
Seth. "Yell for the perlice, will yer? I've a precious good mind to give
you a couple of black eyes, only that I hate to hit a feller who don't
dare to put up his hands."
"Come on, Dan, don't spend your time with him!" Seth cried. "He won't
fight, an' never would. There wouldn't been any bluff made if he hadn't
known I'd promised myself not to get the name of bein' a bruiser."
Dan did as his partner suggested, and the would-be detective remained
quietly in the gutter until the two were half a block away, when he
arose and cried vindictively:
"I'll get square with you fellers yet! We'll see whether Seth Bartlett
swells 'round headquarters much longer!"
"Don't say a word," Seth whispered as Dan half turned to make some
reply. "All he wants is to get me into a row, an' it'll please the chump
too well if we chin with him. I'm sorry you let yourself out."
"I ain't. I reckon that much of a fight won't count very hard against
the Third Avenoo store, for I'll earn jest as big a pile of money
to-morrow as if I'd let him make his bluff; but it might er been
different with you."
Seth was by no means pleased with the outcome of this affair, although
he did not say as much to his partner.
It seemed as if he had acted a cowardly part in allowing Sam to insult
him, and then remain passive while Dan took up the quarrel.
He was positive he ought never to fight simply to please a bully, but
equally confident that he was not manly to stand still while a fellow
like Sam Barney imposed upon him.
It was a matter which he could not settle satisfactorily in his own
mind, for whatever course he might have pursued seemed to be wrong.
"I'll see what Mr. Davis thinks about it," he said to himself, and then
added to Dan, "It was mighty good of you, old man, to give Sam one clip
for me; but I can't make out whether I ought'er stood still or put up my
hands."
"Don't bother your head about it," Master Roberts replied carelessly.
"That chump detective won't fool 'round us any more, an' we're well
rid of him. Of course he'll do a pile of blowin' an' tellin' how he'll
get square with us; but his talk ain't anythin' more'n wind."
This assurance did not content Seth. Now his only desire was to go home;
but Dan had no idea of curtailing his enjoyment because of the
encounter, therefore the amateur felt in duty bound to do as he wished.
That night Jip's friends were informed of what 'Lish Davis had said, and
while the majority regretted the necessity which kept Master Collins a
prisoner, all agreed that perhaps it might not be well for him to escape
the consequences of his act too easily.
When Seth returned from headquarters on the following evening, with the
report that Mr. Fernald had continued his instruction in gymnastics, he
learned that Dan had, thanks to the lawyer employed by Ninety-four's
men, been allowed to hold a long and private conversation with the
prisoner.
Jip was still very penitent, and declared he deserved all the punishment
which the law might inflict upon him; but at the same time it could
readily be seen, according to Master Roberts's statement, that he was
wonderfully relieved by the hope 'Lish Davis held out.
"From what the lawyer told me," Dan said when detailing to his partner
all that had occurred during the interview, "it'll be quite a spell
before Jip comes up for trial an' so long as he stays in jail I can't
see but he's gettin' the best of it. Three square meals every day, an'
at night a bed better'n he's had since he could remember."
"But he's locked in, an' that's what makes it hard to stand up under,"
Seth suggested, whereupon Dan cried with no little warmth:
"I'd be willin' to let 'em lock me up nights for the sake of havin' it
as easy as it is for Jip. Nothin' to do, an' livin' off the fat of the
land."
"I reckon after one day you'd be willin' to take less, an' have a chance
to go where you pleased," Seth replied so emphatically that Master
Roberts did not consider it wise to continue the argument.
During the three days which followed the amateur fireman worked so hard
to win the approval of his teacher that Mr. Fernald finally told him he
was trying to do too much, and cut down his tasks nearly one half, an
act which won for him the unqualified approval of Ninety-four's crew.
It was on the morning of the fifth day after Jip Collins's arrest, and
just as Josh Fernald was bringing Seth's lesson to a conclusion, that
one of the employes entered the gymnasium with a letter, and cried in a
loud voice:
"Does anybody here know a fellow by the name of Seth Bartlett?"
"That's me," the amateur replied after a moment's thought: "but I don't
reckon I've got a letter, 'cause there's nobody who'd write to me."
"Here's what the address says," and the young man held the envelope in
such a manner that both the boy and his instructor could see the
superscription:
"Seth Bartlett, fireman up at headquarters, New York."
Seth made no attempt to take the missive until Mr. Fernald asked quite
sharply:
"Why don't you take it? There's no other of that name here so far as I
know."
"I never had a letter, an' it can't be for me."
"You're the only Seth Bartlett in the building, and it must belong to
you," the messenger said impatiently, whereat he threw the missive
toward Seth and went his way.
Not until Mr. Fernald had peremptorily ordered the boy to open the
letter in order to see if it was intended for him, did the amateur as
much as touch the soiled envelope; but after having torn it open the
expression on his face told that the writer was not a stranger.
This is what Seth read in ill-formed letters, many of them occupying the
depth of two lines, some in written and others in printed characters:
"Seth Bartlett, fireman up at headquarters.
DEER SETH:
"Sam Barney struck this town the other day, an' borrowed a dollar off er
me. You know my folks stopped here on the way to Baltimore, an' I've
been tryin' to earn a little money so's to see me threw. I'm in
Philadelphy, an' Sam cum over here with a big stiff 'bout how you an'
Bill Dean had cent him to hunt for Jip Collins. He was broke an' ced if
I'd let him have money enuf to git home you or Bill would pay it back.
It's been most a week sence he was here an' I ain't heard from you. Why
don't you send the good dollar I put up to help you along. I'm livin' at
1451-1/2 Filbert Street an' want my stuff.
"Yours till deth shal part us,
"JOE CARTER."
"So the letter is for you, even though you never received one before?"
Mr. Fernald quietly remarked as Seth, having read the lines after
considerable difficulty, refolded the paper and returned it to the
envelope.
"Yes, sir, an' it's from a feller in Philadelphy. I don't reckon you
know who Jip Collins is; but this has got somethin' to do with his
business."
As he spoke Seth unfolded the paper and handed it to his instructor,
who, after deciphering it, quite naturally asked for an explanation.
"If you owe this boy money, send it to him at once, for people who do
not pay their bills are in bad odor up here."
"I never borrowed a cent of him," Seth cried indignantly, and then he
told Mr. Fernald the whole story.
The old instructor appeared to be amused by the recital, and when it was
concluded asked if Seth wanted leave of absence to straighten the matter
out.
"I'll have plenty of time after leaving here to-night; but what bothers
me is that I may have a row with Sam Barney, 'cause I ain't goin' to let
him swell 'round borrowin' money on my account."
"And in that you are perfectly right, my boy."
"He knows I don't dare to fight on the street, 'cause it may give me a
black mark in the Department, an' that would never do, so I reckon he'll
be mighty lippy 'bout it."
"Ask 'Lish Davis! I can't recommend you to create a disturbance, and yet
it seems hard you should be imposed upon because of the situation.
Whatever the driver of Ninety-four advises, you may do without fear of
the consequences, for there isn't a more level-headed man in the
Department, and it's only his lack of education that has prevented him
from rising in the service."
"I'll see him to-night," Seth replied as he put the letter in his
pocket, and then without further delay he set about his regular duties.