IN WHICH PHIL SLIPS OFF HIS COAT, AND RETREATS IN GOOD ORDER.
It is scarcely necessary for me to say that I was exceedingly indignant
at the trick played upon me by Mr. Leonidas Lynchpinne; and I was
not at all comforted by the reflection that he had used the cloak of
religion to cover his designs. He had seen me counting my gold on
board of the steamer; and the wisdom of Mr. Gracewood's advice on
that occasion had already been demonstrated. If I had not carelessly
exhibited the contents of my shot-bag, the unpleasant event which had
happened to me could not have occurred.
I went to work upon the lock of the door. I have said that I am fond
of encountering a difficulty; but I must say that the difficulty of
opening that door was an exception to the general rule. I did not
enjoy it at all. I fingered over it a while in the dark, with no
success, and with no prospect of any, till it occurred to me that the
candle and the matches which my companion had placed in the chair were
available. I felt about the floor till I found them, and soon had a
little light on the subject. The partition was a very superficial piece
of work, and I saw that, if I could not spring the bolt of the lock, I
could pull the door open.
The door did not come within half an inch of the threshold, and there
was a space equally wide at the top. I pulled the bottom out with my
fingers till I could thrust the handle of my knife in at the side. The
door was thin, and sprang easily under the pressure. When I got a fair
hold, I pulled it open, tearing out the fastening from the frame of the
door. The creaking and cracking produced by the operation amounted to a
considerable noise; but I made haste to use the advantage I had gained
before any of the villanous occupants of the house discovered me.
Taking the candle in my hand, I walked through the long entry towards
the stairs by which I had come up. But I had gone but half the distance
before I discovered the man Glynn hastening in the opposite direction.
He was a burly fellow, and I suddenly experienced a feeling of regret
that I was not on the other side of him, for I was satisfied that any
conquest I might gain over him would be by the use of my legs rather
than my fists.
"What's that noise here?" demanded Glynn, halting in the middle of the
passage.
"I made some noise in opening the door of the room."
"Lynch says some one is breaking into the rooms. Are you the one?"
"No; I didn't break in; I broke out. But if you will excuse me, I will
go, for I am in a hurry to get to the river."
"Never saw a rogue yet that was not in a hurry."
"What do you mean by that?" I demanded.
"Some one has been breaking into our rooms, and I only want to catch
the fellow that did it."
"I am not the fellow."
"Lynch says you are."
"Where is Lynch?"
"Gone out; I don't know where. What have you been doing up here?"
"I have been robbed of my money by the fellow you call Lynch; and I
only want to get hold of him," I replied.
"That won't go down here," said Glynn, shaking his head.
"Well, I shall go down, any how."
"Not yet, till I see what you have been about here," added he, as he
took me by the wrist, and walked in the direction from which I had just
come.
Fully persuaded that I should make nothing by resistance, I determined
to await my opportunity, rather than spend my strength in a useless
battle, in which I was liable to have my head broken. He led me to
the room I had just left, the door of which was open. The splintered
door-frame betrayed my operations at once.
"Did you do that?" demanded Glynn, savagely.
"I did."
"Then you are the chap I've been looking for," said he, squeezing my
wrist till the bones crackled.
"Lynch snatched my money, and then locked me into the room, while he
ran away. That's the whole story."
"I tell you that won't go down," added Glynn, giving me a rude shake.
"Isn't this the room to which you sent him and me, and didn't you give
him the key?"
"And didn't you break down this door? That's what I want to know."
"I have said that I did; and I have explained the reason of it."
"Redwood may settle the business to suit himself. Come down to the
office."
He walked me through the long entry, and down the stairs to a room
adjoining that we had entered before. Glynn explained to the man I
had seen with the silver box in his hand, and who was doubtless the
proprietor of the house, what had occurred in the attic.
"I see," said Redwood. "This is a very pretty story; and this boy wants
to hurt the reputation of the house by declaring that he has been
robbed here. As you say, Glynn, that won't go down."
"But it is true," I protested.
"You know it isn't true. How old are you, boy?"
"Thirteen."
"How much money did you lose?" asked Redwood, with an obvious sneer.
"Nearly a hundred dollars."
"In wildcat bank notes, I dare say."
"No, sir, in gold."
"That's a likely story! Boys of thirteen don't travel round much in
these times with a hundred dollars in gold in their trousers' pockets."
"But I had the money, and I have been robbed in this house."
"I don't believe a word of it. But you have been breaking down my
doors, and trying to get into my rooms. There isn't much law here, but
you shall try on what little there is."
"I can prove all I say by my friends on board of the steamer."
"It's too late to do anything to-night, Glynn. You must keep him till
morning. Lock him up in No. 10."
"I'm not going to be locked up in No. 10," I protested, my indignation
getting the better of my discretion, for I could not help thinking of
Mr. Gracewood and his family fretting and worrying about me all night;
and a sense of the injustice to which I was subjected stung me to the
soul.
"Perhaps you are not; but we'll see," replied Redwood, with his hand
on the knob of the door which opened into the room I had first entered
with Lynchpinne, and in which I heard voices.
"Is the man I came with in there?" I asked, pointing to the door.
"No; take him round to No. 10, Glynn."
"Come along, youngster," said the man, as he seized me by the collar of
my coat, and dragged me out into the entry.
I was powerless in the grasp of the stout fellow, and he led me along
the entry till we had almost reached the door by which we had entered
the building. At a door on the right, marked No. 10, in red chalk, my
custodian halted. Setting his candlestick upon the floor, he applied
the key to the door, for he still held me by the collar with one hand.
I had no taste whatever for being locked up in No. 10, which I saw was
an inner chamber, like the gambling apartment I had first visited.
While Glynn was unlocking the door, a piece of strategy occurred to
me, which I instantly adopted. Like the prudent shipmaster, who is
sometimes compelled to cut away a mast to save the ship, I was obliged
to sacrifice my coat to obtain my liberty. Throwing my arms behind
me, I slipped out of the garment, and sprang to the outside door,
leaving the coat in the hands of Glynn. Fortunately the door was ajar,
and throwing it open, I fled down the stairs with a celerity which
doubtless astonished my burly jailer.
"Stop, you rascal!" shouted Glynn; but, without pausing to consider the
polite invitation, I promptly declined it.
"The next instant the iron candlestick struck me in the back, but
inflicted no damage upon me. It was followed by another missile, which
I did not identify, and then by my coat. I do not think the fellow
meant to return the garment I needed so much on a cool night; but,
having it in his hand, he threw it at me, as he had everything else
within his reach. I grasped the coat, and ran down the street, closely
pursued by Glynn. Finding I was attracting the attention of people in
the street, two or three of whom attempted to stop me when they saw a
man was pursuing me, I turned into a cross street. I ran with my coat
on my arm, and soon distanced my clumsy pursuer. I turned several
times, but I had no idea where I was or whither I was going, and I soon
found myself out on the prairie.
[Illustration: PHIL ESCAPES FROM GLYNN. Page 40.]
No one was near me, and I was satisfied that Glynn had abandoned the
chase. I put on my coat, and walked leisurely in the direction which
I thought would lead me to the river. I was vexed and discouraged at
the loss of my money. My first mishap gave me some experience of the
disadvantages of civilization, for in the field and forest from which I
had come, we had no gamblers, or thieves, except the Indians. It would
be a very pretty story to tell Mr. Gracewood, that I had not been smart
enough to take care of myself, in spite of my boast to that effect, and
that I had lost all my money, except a little change in silver, which I
carried in my vest pocket. It was exceedingly awkward and annoying, and
I was almost ashamed to meet my excellent friend.
I continued to walk, keeping the houses of the town on my left,
expecting soon to see the river. But it seemed to me that the longer I
walked, the more I did not see it, and the less became the probability
that I should see it. In a word, I could not find any river, and I
concluded that I was journeying away from it, instead of towards it.
The houses on my left diminished in number, and I saw that all the
lights were behind me. I thought that, by this time, Glynn had given
up the chase, and was probably busy in attending to the wants of the
gamblers in Redwood's den. Turning to the left, I walked towards the
centre of the town, and soon struck a broad street, which had been laid
out, and on which an occasional house had been erected.
This course brought me to the middle of the place, and in front of the
hotel. I ventured to inquire the way to the river. Taking the direction
pointed out to me, I reached the landing-place without further
difficulty. I found the place where the steamers stopped, but there was
no boat to be seen. I visited every point above and below the landing;
I inquired in shops and offices, and of everybody I met; but I could
not discover the steamer's boat, and no one had seen it or heard of
it. It was very strange, and I was perplexed, but not alarmed. A trip
of seven miles in a boat, even in the evening, was not a very perilous
undertaking, and I was not willing to believe that any accident had
happened to my friends.
I had seen a clock in one of the stores where I had called, and I knew
it was half past eight. The boat must have arrived at least an hour
before, if it had come at all; but I had almost reached the conclusion
that my friends had abandoned the excursion. But if they had come, Mr.
Gracewood would go to the prayer-meeting, expecting to find me there,
and I went in search of such a gathering.