THE TRAGIC AFFAIR ON THE ROAD
"Let's walk up the road a bit," suggested Hugh. "It's too cool to sit
here after getting so heated up inside the barn. And Sue told me
they'd be all of a quarter of an hour laying the supper out."
"I'm with you, Hugh. After those cranky dances, it'll do both of us
good to step out in some other way than that silly tango, and monkey
climb. Have you thought up any scheme yet for learning the truth about
Owen?"
"Not yet," came the reply, "though I've several ideas on tap, and may
settle on one soon. It's such a serious affair that I'm afraid to
hurry too fast. Why, if the boy is innocent, as we both seem to
believe, he'd be terribly humiliated if he learned that he had been
under suspicion. I've found out he's quite proud, and that's one
reason he hasn't mingled with the young folks much since coming to our
town. He knows there are strange rumors about his grandfather, and
that some people are even talking about Mr. Dugdale as if they
suspected him of being a notorious crook in hiding."
"Listen! what's all that loud talking ahead there mean?" suddenly
exclaimed Thad.
They both stopped short, and held their breath while listening.
"Would you believe it!" cried Thad, "that was certainly Nick Lang's
gruff voice I heard just then. If that chap's around this region, he's
come out on purpose to kick up some sort of a shindy. It would be just
like his way."
Hugh felt a thrill pass over him. It was as though some innate warning
told him he would sooner or later be mixed up in the mess Nick meant to
start. Somehow, his thoughts instinctively flew to Owen Dugdale, and
he remembered what Thad had remarked earlier in the evening about the
possibility of Nick picking on Owen simply because Peggy Noland chose
to accompany the other to the hop, in preference to accepting Nick for
a partner.
The voices were growing even more boisterous.
"Let's get a move on us, and sprint up that way, Hugh," suggested Thad,
unable to restrain his impatience.
"Might as well," the other grimly told him.
Accordingly, they started to run. All the while they could hear
disputing voices raised in anger and excitement. Apparently, Nick was
aroused, and looking for trouble; when he allowed himself to jump into
this aggressive mood, somebody was liable to feel the weight of his
heavy fist before the end of the affair came. At least such had always
been the case in the past.
Nick was not the only one doing the talking. Hugh thought he several
times caught the sound of a voice that might belong to Owen. Then
there were also others in the heated argument, some of them apparently
egging the pugnacious Nick on, while yet a few more seemed to be trying
to cast oil on troubled waters.
At least Owen was not alone with Nick and his ugly cronies, Hugh
realized, though, after all, that would not count for much. Fellows
like Leon Disney and several others of the same stripe would be only
too well pleased to pair off and attack any other boy who might show a
disposition to interfere with the designs of their leader, the bully of
the town, big blustering Nick Lang.
Faster still did Hugh and Thad run along. They feared lest something
happen before they could arrive on the spot. Both of them were grimly
resolved that they would never stand by and see that overgrown fellow
abuse a smaller boy like Owen.
As they drew nearer, they discovered that Owen was trying to stand up
for his action. He seemed to be declaring that any fellow had a
perfect right to ask a girl to accompany him to a dance, and if she did
not wish to accept she would say so. He was not trying to cut anybody
out, and if Peggy Noland would rather go home with another fellow,
Nick, for instance, she had only to say so. But so long as she gave
him to understand that she preferred to have him for an escort, he did
not mean to be driven away by anybody, no matter if they were twice his
size.
Somehow, when Hugh caught the drift of what Owen was saying, his heart
burned within him, for he realized that the boy was made of the right
kind of stuff. In build and muscular ability he was no match for Nick
Lang; but evidently his courage was equal to any test; and it is that
makes the man, not his physique alone.
"Bully for Owen!" Thad could be heard muttering between his pants as he
raced along; "if that big coward strikes him, he's going to answer to
me for it, no matter what happens."
Now that was just what was passing through Hugh's mind at the same
moment. True, a social hop might be one of the last places in the wide
world for a boy to allow himself to be drawn into a brutal fight; but
if his hand were forced by Nick Lang everything else must be forgotten,
Hugh decided.
Somehow, he felt better after that. He could even think of his mother
without any burning regret and shame, for had she not impressed it upon
his mind years back that no matter how averse a boy may be to entering
a fist fight, when it is in defense of a girl, or a smaller lad, he is
perfectly justified in so doing, putting aside all his scruples, even
his sacred promise to his mother.
Matters were now getting pretty close to the breaking point. They
could hear Nick ranting as to what he ought to do to a fellow who
played him such a trick as to come between him and the girl he had
always taken to hops and singing school.
"Do you know what I got a good mind to do to you, sonny?" he roared,
and doubtless added emphasis to his words by shaking that big fist of
his under Owen's nose.
"I haven't the least idea," replied Owen, steadily enough, considering
that he must surely know sufficient concerning Nick's ways to
understand the danger he was in. "All I say is that I had a perfect
right to ask any girl to come to the hop with me. Since she accepted,
you must look for an explanation from Peggy. I'm sure I don't feel
obliged to ask you whether I can breathe the same air as you do or not.
The country is big enough for both of us, Nick Lang. You go your way,
and I'll go mine."
"I'll go when I'm done with you, and not a minute before," snarled the
other. "So get ready to take your medicine. Mebbe when Peggy sees
your nose all bloody, and one eye closed up, with a black circle coming
around the other, she won't think you so pretty a sight."
"What's going on here?"
It was Hugh who asked this as he and Thad managed to arrive on the
scene, to discover a group of boys standing there on the moonlit road
surrounding the two principals in the heated argument, who were facing
each other so threateningly.
Nick turned his head to take a look. Even in the moonlight, the sudden
grin that came upon his red face was noticeable. Apparently it pleased
him to know that the boy whom he had never thus far been able to coax
into a row with him had arrived on the spot. He must have judged that
this was a piece of double luck, in that he might take revenge upon the
one who had interfered with his pleasure, and at the same time force
Hugh Morgan, who had never been known to engage in any rowdy practices,
to enter into a rough-and-tumble scrap with him.
"Hello! so you're there, are you, Hugh Morgan?" he called out, with a
ring of savage delight in his heavy voice. "Glad you've dropped in
just in time to see me give a good friend of yours a little lesson in
politeness. Here's Owen saying how he thinks it good taste to step in
between a fellow and his best girl. I'm meaning to knock a different
notion into his silly head. Sometimes you have to pound things into
some people, you understand."
"I'd advise you to try nothing of the sort, Nick," said Hugh, steadily.
At that the other laughed aloud.
"Why, you don't mean to tell me you'd stick in your little oar, Hugh,
and try to teach me a few tricks, do you? I could put you on your back
with one hand behind me. Fellers that are tied to their mother's apron
strings ain't apt to know a heap about how to take care of themselves
in a stand-up fight. Mebbe now you're meaning all of you to pick on
me? Well, I've got a few nervy pals hangin' around who'd like nothing
better than to have you try that game."
Owen had not attempted to escape while Nick's attention was thus taken
up with the newcomers, though possibly he might have been forgiven had
he done so, considering all the conditions. But evidently Owen had
plenty of nerve, even though he might be lacking in brawn equal to the
bully's larger figure.
Nick now turned again upon the other. His gestures became even more
offensive, as though despite Hugh's grave warning, he meant to attack
Owen, come what might, and give him the drubbing which according to
his, Nick's light, was long overdue.
Suddenly, without the least warning, his fist shot out. Owen
apparently was not expecting such a cowardly blow, and hence must have
been taken unawares. The consequence was that the blow landed on the
side of his head when he tried instinctively to duck. It sounded
horribly suggestive, and made Hugh's blood fairly boil as anger swept
over him in a wild wave.
Owen staggered and fell. Gamely, he attempted to scramble to his
knees, and before Nick could prevent him had even done this, trying to
strike back in return. The boy was furious because of having been
dealt such a foul blow; he would have leaped at the giant just then if
the necessity arose.
Nick was in his element. Scenes like this were so frequent in his life
that he fairly delighted in them, just as another boy less pugilistic
in his nature might glory in taking snap-shot pictures, catching fish,
or camping in the woods. Fighting and Nick Lang were synonymous terms,
it might almost be said.
Sweeping the threatening hand of Owen aside almost contemptuously, Nick
suddenly sent in another swift jolt, such as he knew so well how to
deliver, having taken a few lessons from some reformed prize fighter.
Poor Owen went down again in a pitiful heap. He did not have the
slightest chance against such a master in the art of delivering heavy
blows that could not be parried. As one of the boys who looked on with
staring eyes, too much afraid of the bully to interfere, was heard to
say, it was "like taking candy from the baby for Nick to strike that
boy, unacquainted with the art of self-defense."
This time the boy was really unable to do more than struggle to his
knees. There he knelt trying to recover his breath, and not yet wholly
conquered, though unable to make any further threatening gestures
toward his cruel oppressor.
Hugh had already started to quietly remove both his overcoat and the
under one. These he handed over to Thad for safe-keeping. Nick saw
his actions with keen delight. Apparently, the hope he had entertained
of forcing Hugh Morgan into meeting him in a clean-cut issue, to see
which would prove the better man, was about to be realized.
"It's just got to be done, I see," Hugh was saying, as he faced the
leering victor in the unequal affair just concluded. "You big coward,
I'm going to teach you that there's danger in picking on a boy smaller
than yourself. In other words, you're due for a thrashing you'll never
forget. Now look out for yourself!"