A STARTLING ACCUSATION.
"Now, what d'ye suppose that fellow in the carriage is beckoning to us
for, Elmer?" asked Mark Cummings, as he and his particular chum were
walking along the main street of Hickory Ridge on the morning after the
fishing trip.
They had been looking up a few things in one of the stores, for Mark
chanced to be the grandson of a noted artist, and had himself developed
a touch of genius along the line of caricature work. Often when he and
his chums were together, he would pull out pencil and paper and dash off
some telling and humorous drawing. If a pencil were not handy Mark could
use a crayon, a bit of chalk or charcoal, and even a piece of fresh
birch bark in case paper were lacking.
And so he had been picking up a few things in his line, while Elmer
interested himself advising Lil Artha, who was selecting some plates for
his new camera, as well as developing fluid, prepared paper, and several
other necessities required by the amateur photographer devoted to his
work.
The two boys had started home together, and were in the midst of an
animated conversation connected with the chances for that baseball game
before the summer vacation ended, when Mark chanced to hear some one
calling.
"Why, it looks to me like Colonel Hitchins's rig," remarked Elmer, who
possibly knew the vehicle in question better than his chum. "Yes, I
know it is now, and the negro driver is Sam White, his coachman. He
seems to be beckoning to us, as sure as anything. I wonder what he
wants, and if it has anything to do with Diablo, the educated monkey we
had all that fun with when we were in camp up on Jupiter Lake?"
"That's so, Elmer; will I ever forget what happened there, and how glad
Colonel Hitchins was to get his tricky pet back, after he had robbed us
of a lot of our good grub. But Sam White has started his horses this
way. Let's wait here and see what he's got to say."
Colonel Hitchins was an eccentric and wealthy man who lived beyond the
environments of Hickory Ridge. He had once been a great traveler, and
his big house was filled with trophies from every land. It was a treat
for Elmer to examine some of the almost numberless things the collector
had gathered around him. And as a rule the colonel was favorably
disposed toward the boys of Hickory Ridge, though there were times when
some of the more malicious chaps annoyed him greatly in various ways.
Presently Sam White pulled the two prancing horses in close to the
sidewalk.
"Whoa, dar, youse high falutin' thoroughbr'ds from Kentucky! I reckons
you dun gits too much oats, dat's what; an' hit makes yuh too frisky.
You am de boy belongin' tuh de Cummings fambly, ain't yuh, an' yuh name
am Mark, I spect?" was the way the colored driver proclaimed his advent
on the scene.
"Sure, I'm Mark Cummings, and you know it as well as you do your own
name, Sam. What's doing now?" remarked the boy, smiling.
"Why, yuh see, de kunnel he sez tuh me, sez he: 'Sam, ef so be yuh sot
yuh eyes on dat Mark Cummings, I'd like yuh tuh ask him tuh come up hyah
right away, 'case I wants tuh see him!' Dat's wat de kunnel say tuh
me," the driver explained.
Mark glanced at his chum with raised eyebrows.
"What d'ye suppose it means, Elmer?" he asked, in bewilderment.
The other shook his head in the negative, as though unable to hazard a
guess.
"It might stand for any one of a dozen things," he observed. "You know
the colonel takes a heap of interest in the boys of the Ridge. Perhaps
he wants to make some offer to them that will be to their interest.
Perhaps he may even intend to ask the scouts over to his house some
night, and give them a great time. It would be just like him, you know."
"Yes," replied Mark, smiling, "but in that case why send for me? You're
the assistant scout master, and Mr. Garrabrant is in town right now, so
he ought to be the one consulted. But I suppose I'd better jump in and
go along. Say, what's to hinder you coming with me, Elmer?"
"Nothing that I know of," replied his chum. "And I don't suppose Sam
here would have any objections to my taking a ride with you. He knows
I've been to see the colonel heaps of times."
Sam scratched his woolly pate, as if bewildered, and looked dubious.
"De kunnel he sez dat Mark Cummings boy, sah, but seein' as it's you, I
reckon it'd be all right. So jes' step in kindly, as de hosses am a bit
peeved dis yar mawnin', an' wants tuh run dey haids off."
Accordingly the two chums entered the big open carriage, Mark laying his
several packages down beside him. And in another minute they were being
carried at a spanking pace toward the fine estate of Colonel Hitchins.
On the way they speculated along other lines as to what the gentleman
wished to see Mark about, but without being able to come to any
conclusion. But never suspecting that it could be anything serious they
presently allowed the subject to drop.
Turning in at the entrance to the grounds they passed along a drive
where one could see the fancy fruit trees of which the owner was so
proud.
"Looks like they were picking those splendid peaches, from the way the
leaves lie on the ground," remarked Elmer, as he pointed to a couple of
trees on which there still remained a few splendidly colored and
wonderfully large specimens of the delicious fruit.
"Um! makes a fellow's mouth water just to see 'em," declared Mark. "And
there's Bruno chained up to his kennel back by the barns. What a big dog
he is--a Siberian wolf hound the colonel calls him. I don't believe I'd
like to meet Bruno on a dark night, and running loose."
"Oh, he isn't a bad kind at all," remarked Elmer. "I've patted him on
the head often, of course when the colonel was along. He gets loose once
in a while, too, but was never known to attack anybody, though if a
thief tried to enter, and he was free at the time, he might jump on him
and hold him. That happened once, so the colonel told me, when he lived
outside of New York City."
"Well, here we are at the house," observed Mark. "Come along with me,
Elmer."
"Think I'd better, when he only wanted to see you?" asked his chum,
dubiously.
"Yes, come along," Mark insisted. "I don't know how it is, but I've just
got a hunch that I'd like to have you with me. And the colonel is so
fond of you he'll be glad you've come."
Thus urged Elmer also jumped from the vehicle.
"Jes' leab dem packages dar, 'case I 'spect tuh dribe yuh bofe back tuh
town agin arter yuh done seein' de kunnel," said Sam. "An' sense de door
am open, p'raps yuh bettah jes' go long tuh de library, whar de kunnel
am asittin'."
"That's the ticket; come along, Elmer."
In this spirit, then, the two boys quickly reached the door of the
library, a room which Elmer knew very well, as he had spent many a
pleasant evening there. Mark knocked lightly on the door.
"Enter!" said a voice, which they knew belonged to the master of the
mansion.
At seeing two lads the colonel's eyebrows went up, and he glanced
sharply from one to the other in a questioning way. So Elmer thought it
only right that he should explain.
"We were walking home together when Sam gave your message, colonel," he
said, "and so I took the liberty of coming with my chum Mark."
The elderly gentleman smiled. Elmer was a favorite of his, and he had
taken a great interest in many of the lad's schemes and plans that had
to do with the affairs of the troop of Boy Scouts of Hickory Ridge.
"Say nothing more about it, Elmer; I'm always glad to see you"; and yet
Elmer noticed to his surprise that the colonel did not offer him his
hand as usual.
He asked them to be seated, and all the while his keen eyes seemed to be
roving uneasily toward Mark; and several times Elmer saw him shake his
head slightly.
For a few minutes they talked of various things. Elmer asked how the
monkey was getting on, and the gentleman told them that Diablo had grown
so vicious that he had been compelled to send him away to the Central
Park collection of animals in New York City.
"I hated to part from the brute very much, too, but it seemed as though
all the bad in his nature was coming to the surface, and he lost much of
the charm he used to have for me." Then to the surprise of the boys the
colonel leaned forward, adding: "Let me take your caps, boys."
"But we can only stay a short time, sir; I promised my mother to be home
at eleven, because she wants me to go somewhere with her," Mark said,
although he could not very well refuse to let the persistent gentleman
take his cap.
Elmer stared when he saw the colonel actually examine the head gear of
his chum. Nor was his astonishment at all lessened when he heard what he
said.
"Oh, I will not detain you more than five or ten minutes at the most, I
promise you, boys. By the way, I see that both of you have the habit of
fastening your initials inside your caps. I suppose most boys do that
because they are apt to get their head gear mixed when they wrestle and
knock around; isn't that so, Mark?"
"Why, yes, sir, I guess that's the main reason they put the initials
there," replied the one addressed, his eyes opening wide with surprise
at the peculiar turn given to the conversation by the colonel.
"I suppose, now, you've always done it, Mark?" continued the gentleman,
watching the boy's face.
"For several years, yes, sir. I've had as many as five sets of initials
in that time. And the habit has saved me a lot of caps, too. If a fellow
claims mine, all I have to do is to point at the three initials inside,
and he gives up."
"H'm! like this, for instance," remarked the colonel, picking something
up from behind a pile of books on his table and holding it out.
It was a fairly well-worn cap, and had evidently belonged to a boy.
Elmer immediately sat up and began to take notice. He realized that the
colonel must indeed have an object in asking Mark to drop in and see
him.
For unless he was very much mistaken Elmer had seen that same cap
before, many times, and on the head of his chum!
As for Mark, his eyes had opened very wide as they fastened on the
article the gentleman was holding out before him.
"Will you kindly take this cap in your hands, my boy?" said the colonel,
and almost mechanically Mark did so, for as yet he could not find his
voice to express his mingled feelings.
"Please examine it, now, and tell me if you have ever seen it before,"
continued the colonel, whose heavy brows were lowered, as though under
their shelter he were trying to analyze the emotions that chased each
other across the face of the boy.
Mark made a pretense of looking inside and out, but it was not
necessary, for the fellow who cannot instantly recognize a cap he has
worn for some months must be pretty dense indeed.
"Well?" said the gentleman, with an interrogation point in the one word.
"I know it is mine, sir, because--well, every little mark about it is
familiar, even to this little triangular tear. Besides, here are my
initials inside--just as they are in this other cap I own--M. A. C.,
which stand for Mark Anthony Cummings."
The gentleman moved uneasily. It seemed as though he might be both
surprised and annoyed because of this frank acceptance of the ownership
of the cap.
"You're quite positive there can be no mistake--that some other boy may
not have the same initials?" he asked.
"I don't know of a single one, do you, Elmer?" replied Mark, steadily.
"Not that I can recall just now; and besides, Mark, I ought to know that
cap as well as you, and I'm ready to declare it's your property. I'm
only wondering how it happens to be in the possession of Colonel
Hitchins after you lost it," Elmer remarked, watching the face of the
gentleman and wondering why he looked so downcast over such a little
thing.
"I'm sorry to hear you say it belongs to you, Mark, because you are one
of the last boys I'd dream of accusing of such a thing as robbery."
"Robbery!" gasped Mark, his face turning a trifle white with the shock.
"It is just that, for my premises were invaded last night by some bold
thieves, who raided my choice peach trees, and almost cleaned them of
the prize fruit that I would not have taken its weight in silver for.
And I regret to say that this morning I found this self-same cap under
those trees, where it would appear it had been accidentally dropped by
one of the fruit thieves."