THE SALOON KEEPER--COMFORTING REFLECTIONS--THE UNWELCOME
CALL--DIABOLICAL PLOTTING.
Swearing vengeance on daddy, who had treated him with such unqualified
contempt, Hank Glutter entered his saloon. He was a young man of about
thirty years of age, rather below medium height. His form was well
developed, his complexion light, and his hair curled in luxuriant
ringlets. He was exceedingly vain of his appearance, and, when in good
humor, caressed his whiskers incessantly. He was of a respectable
family and his education was liberal, and yet he was nothing more
than a smooth-tongued, hard-hearted, revengeful villain.
He had aspired to Little Wolf's hand, but, on making some unmistakable
advances to that lady, he was promptly repelled.
The supreme contempt with which she invariably treated him exasperated
him to such a degree, that he conceived the diabolical project of
placing her in the power of Bloody Jim, with whom he had already had
some secret dealings.
At his suggestion, Bloody Jim made overtures to Prime Hawley to assist
in the undertaking. Prime, being in exceedingly indigent
circumstances, could not resist the tempting reward offered.
The plan to capture Little Wolf, and convey her across the river, in
her own skiff, to a point, where, having in mind his defeat on a
former occasion, he had stationed a guard, was well laid, but
miscarried, as we have already seen.
Bloody Jim was but slightly wounded, and he soon recovered
sufficiently to seek a place of safety, leaving Prime Hawley, as he
supposed, dead.
Hank Glutter could gather no satisfactory information from the
intoxicated set, who that night returned from Dr. DeWolf's, and, as we
have seen, daddy was disinclined to relieve his suspense; therefore,
he resolved to go in person to the Doctor's, and ascertain, if
possible, the precise position of affairs.
By way of smoothing his ruffled plumes, he hastily swallowed a
stimulating draught, and very soon a more complacent expression
settled upon his countenance.
Approaching a large mirror, he bestowed a momentary attention upon his
dress, but lingered lovingly over his glossy ringlets. "Miss DeWolf
was a fool to turn the cold shoulder to me," said he to himself, as he
gave the finishing touch to his soft flaxen hair. "I wonder if Bloody
Jim really got her. If he has, wouldn't she be glad to fly to my arms,
though."
These comforting reflections were entirely dispelled, when a few
moments afterwards, he was ushered into the parlor at Dr. DeWolf's,
and in utter astonishment, beheld Little Wolf on apparently intimate
terms with the handsome stranger. She was holding an earnest
conversation with Edward concerning her father, and did not at first
notice the presence of the intruder, who was, by this time, heartily
wishing himself behind his bar again. But, contrary to his
expectations, the young lady granted him a gracious reception, and
introducing him to Mr. Sherman, almost immediately excused herself to
attend upon the invalid.
The young men left alone entered into conversation, and, so well did
Hank Glutter conceal his true character, that Edward was quite well
pleased with his appearance, and at the close of the interview,
accepted a polite invitation to accompany Hank to his saloon, and when
there, was easily persuaded to take a glass of lager beer. The day was
hot and the lager of the finest quality, so before he left, he drank
several glasses more, and while thus engaged, confided to his
entertainer the whole story of his adventure with Bloody Jim.
"But what became of the men who were shot," said Hank, burning with
impatience to learn the fate of his accomplices.
"O, we left the dead to bury their dead, Mr. Glutter. Miss DeWolf is
confident there is a gang of the ruffians. I intend to make it my
business to look after them a little."
"So do I," said Hank, and as soon as Mr. Sherman was gone, he
proceeded to put his dangerous threat into execution, by calling upon
Mrs. Hawley.
"Good morning, Mrs. Hawley," said he in his blandest tone, as she
slowly approached the open door, in answer to his gentle tap. "Is
Prime at home?"
He was about to enter, but Mrs. Hawley quietly motioned him back, and
herself stepped outside, "Mr. Hawley is very ill," said she, "and
unable to see company."
"May I not be allowed to see him a moment?"
"No, sir."
"Just for a moment," he persisted, "I am really anxious to see Prime."
"No, sir; his life might be the forfeit."
"Now, really, Mrs. Hawley--"
"Mr. Glutter," said she, interrupting him, "have you forgotten your
conduct to me the last time we met?" and a burning spot came to her
cheeks, and scathing words dropped from her lips. "You know too well,
sir, that my home is desolate, my heart is broken, and my husband is
murdered, all through the influence of your cursed business. I thought
I would treat you politely, Mr. Glutter, but I cannot. God forgive me.
Leave me; the very sight of you makes me desperate. Leave me, I say,
if you would not again have the curse of a drunkard's wife fall upon
your blackened soul."
"What a perfect she-devil you are," said Hank, now throwing off all
restraint. "I mean to see Prime, spite of you."
"Try it, if you dare," said she, and her eyes flashed and sparkled
with a desperate purpose, as she planted herself in the door.
Just then, Dr. Goodrich and daddy, on their return trip, were seen
approaching.
"You'll repent this," said her persecutor with an oath, and
immediately withdrew.
He went directly to the cove where Little Wolf's boat was usually
moored. It was not there, and he took courage.
"Bloody Jim could not be hurt much," he soliloquized in an undertone,
"or he couldn't have taken the boat away. I shall manage that girl
yet, and that Sherman, too, if he don't take care of himself. They'll
be lovers, I see that plainly enough. So much the better; moonlight
walks will follow, as a matter of course. Now we'll see who will beat
in this game."