A NEW DOG AT THE OLD HOUSE.
For a few minutes Renfro Horn stood irresolute. Then he darted back
down the street a short distance, crossed it, slipped along the
sidewalk until forty feet from the shrubbery, dropped onto his hands
and knees and crawled to the spot where the peeper had disappeared. The
mysterious man had vanished.
A hurried but close search failed to reveal where he had gone. Renfro
did not knock at the door. He had no proof to offer that the man had
been at the window. Telling such a story as that to Judge Wier, reputed
to be the town’s most courageous citizen, would win him a laugh.
As soon as he had finished the street and incidentally his route,
Renfro walked back to Washington Avenue and down it toward the
Hall house. It was dark but his parents would not be worried if he
were quite late in getting home. They had predicted all sorts of
difficulties for this evening.
After a little while Renfro slowed down his pace. The big white house,
the cabin a little farther on, Captain Pete and the stranger were only
a short distance away and he had as yet made no reason for coming to
their premises at night. A request for rabbits? He shook his head.
“I won’t go in. I’ll just peek,” Renfro vowed to himself. “At least
that will give me a beginning for a cue.”
Directly opposite the three big apple trees which remained of the Hall
orchard, a big airedale came sniffing toward him. Renfro stopped, gave
him a keen look and called softly, “Lang Tammy--here sir--Lang Tammy!”
The big dog sniffed his way to Renfro. After reaching him he gave a few
more investigating sniffs and then seized Andy’s discarded paper bag
playfully in his teeth. He tugged at it with all his might. Laughing
Renfro tugged back.
“You’re a peach of a dog, Lang Tammy,” he began, “I’d like--”
Then the strange voice did more than had the strange appearance. It
frightened the big dog. Turning sharply he ran back to the apple trees.
He wheeled around, gave Renfro a look, a sharp bark, and trotted into
the shrubbery out of sight.
Lang Tammy was a new possession on the Hall place. Captain Pete had
not had a dog since his collie had been poisoned a year ago. Renfro
chuckled, “I’ll see him and ask him where he got his new dog” he
decided, “that will help some. He’ll either have to claim or deny the
dog. And I know positively that Lang Tammy’s master is somewhere on
this place.”
He turned off the road, skirted along a rail fence, jumped across a
ditch and stumbled against a rotting stump. Every window in the big
house was dark. He was making his way down to the cabin. The one
opening there was on the other side of the house and Renfro couldn’t be
sure whether or not it was lighted till he came opposite the cabin.
He scratched both of his hands on some briers. His paper bag--Andy’s
discarded one to be exact,--caught on a paling on the second fence and
tore loose with a ripping sound. The wind rattled the limbs on the old
trees and made queer spectral sounds on the tin roof of the big house
directly opposite the cabin.
Renfro looked sharply at it again. It was still dark. And then he
stumbled against the cabin, felt his way around it and stood close to
the window.
Inside there was a small lamp burning. The chimney was smoke stained
and the wick, turned low, made still more smoke. But the light showed
the rude furniture of the room, the meal almost ready on the table.
Yet no one was in the cabin.
Up at the big house it was all dark. Captain Pete couldn’t be there.
Renfro shouldered his torn bag and made his way back to the road. It
was interesting here and he wanted to lurk a little longer, but he knew
that if he were too late in getting home his mother would be uneasy.
“If she worries too much Dad will make me give up the route,” he
thought.
After which he hurried up the road to the side walk. The houses on
either side of the street were little and in the darkness stood sagging
like the skin of a moldy apple. Some of them were lighted; others were
dark. Andy had said the night before that only about half of them were
tenanted.
But in them were probable subscribers for the Globe. Just as Renfro had
about decided to canvas here the next Saturday, the street car slowed
to let off a passenger. At the same time Renfro swung on to ride back
to the end of the line and help change the trolley.
And there sitting opposite him was Old Captain Pete clad in his best
overcoat and hat. A genial smile spread over his face at the sight of
Renfro. “Such rabbit luck,” he ejaculated, “as I’ve had today! Killed
thirty-one and sold ’em every one afore I left Main Street. Your hired
gal bought two.”
When he expressed surprise about Renfro’s being on the car so late the
carrier showed him his empty paper bag. “I’m coming out to get you for
a new subscriber,” he promised.
Like a battered sail Captain Pete’s head shook a denial. “I aint got
no use for newspapers,” he was gruff, “Haint read one regular for more
than twenty years.”
“Not since his brother was sent up,” Renfro remembered the story Clint
had told him.
Still remembering it he rode into his home avenue. And from the corner
he walked home.
Mr. and Mrs. Horn were still in the dining room, Mr. Horn was looking
thru the afternoon papers and his wife was toying with some salted
almonds. She rang the bell when Renfro entered, and Mary brought in his
supper.
Her broad face spread into a grin when she saw Renfro. “Rabbit for
supper,” she whispered sibilantly, “I bought it this afternoon of
Captain Pete Hall myself. Your maw was gone but I took it upon myself
to do it. It’s broiled too.”
“See Captain Pete, Mary?” he asked while he ate. “Dolled up, wasn’t he?”
Mary nodded and simpered. “But his buttons was off something fierce,
Renny,” she declared. “A man like him has no business growing up to be
a bachelor.”
Mr. Horn looked over the top of his paper, first at Renfro and then at
Mary. It wasn’t exactly a look of reproof he gave them but rather of
surprise. However, it was enough to stop their conversation.
“Get frightened alone?” Mrs. Horn’s voice was full of hope.
Renfro shook his head. He honestly had not. His interest had been
aroused however. He must talk to Mary alone about Captain Pete and the
rabbits. He must--
And then his father reached him an envelope. “This was in the mail,” he
told him, “postmarked The Evening Globe. I suppose it’s your contract.”
Together he and his wife arose and went into the library. Renfro tore
open the blue envelope, pulled out a card and read it thru before he
fairly understood it. Going back to the beginning he read it again.
“A full gown turkey to every route carrier who gets ten new subscribers
before Thanksgiving Eve”, he drawled. “Well, it’s up to me to get some
turkeys,” he mused.
He ate bananas without any cream to save time and slipped into the
kitchen. The cook was out and Mary was reading a novel and washing the
dishes at the same time. Renfro’s entrance startled her so that she
let the soap drop into the water and the shower which rose from the
pan, following the splash, went directly into both her own and Renfro’s
faces. They sputtered and gurgled.
Finally, Renfro could speak, “Mary,” he began, “do you think you could
cook six turkeys all at once?”
Mary stared at him, “Six turkeys,” she exclaimed. “Who are you wanting
me to cook for, Renny? Six turkeys, no, I’ll not be cooking turkeys for
all your fine friends! Now in this book here where I was reading, there
is a story about a turkey and a couple what lived on opposite farms
from where it was raised. It was real romantic. The turkey got lost as
turkeys will, and when the girl went to hunt it she found the young man
and they fell in love and were married. It’s just full of mystery and
romance.”
“Well,” Renfro laughed, “none of my turkeys are going to get anyone in
bad like that, Mary. Sure you’ll cook them--won’t you?”
“Where’s the turkeys?” Mary was suspicious.
“Oh,” Renfro smiled a look of mystery in his smile which brought Mary
to her feet. “I’ll have them here all right in time for Thanksgiving
day.”
“And, Mary,” he slipped close to her and gave her a comradely look,
“There’s something on my mind I have to work out. I may need you to
help me. I’m not telling exactly what it is yet, but it’s got mystery
and maybe some romance in it. And you will help if I need you--won’t
you?”
Both of Mary’s hands came out of the pan of suds. “Mister Renfro,” she
said solemnly, “Aint I been wantin’ to give up this sort of work and go
into real detective work for years. Why, once I took a correspondence
school course in it. And I’ll--”
Renfro’s hand was raised in warning, “Just wait, Mary,” he cautioned,
“Just wait until I’m ready to tell you, and then you’ll have your
chance.”
He sauntered back into the dining room. The telephone on the stand made
him decide to call Andy and tell him that he hadn’t missed a single
customer, that he liked the route and would stick. He wanted to know,
too, if Andy was satisfied with his new route.
And Renfro took down the receiver.