THE POISONED HORSES
For the space of several seconds there was silence--a portentous
silence--and then the head of the school, looking from the pin in his
hand at the accusing farmer, and thence to the three lads said:
"Do you know, Mr. Appleby, to whom this pin belongs?"
"No, sir, I don't. But I thought maybe you could tell. That's why I
come t' see you. If anybody set my stacks afire I want t' know it, an'
I want damages, same as I had when some fellers tromped through my
corn," and Mr. Appleby looked straight at Tom, who returned the gaze
fearlessly.
"Again I warn you to be careful in your accusations, Mr. Appleby," said
the head master sharply.
"I am, Doctor. I ain't namin' no names, but I brought that pin t' you,
thinkin' you could tell who owned it. Then, when it is knowed who was
sneakin' around my barns, I may be able t' say who sot the fire!"
"Preposterous!" exclaimed Doctor Meredith. "I will not, for one
moment, entertain a suspicion, even, against one of my lads on such
flimsy evidence as this."
"'Tain't flimsy!" retorted the farmer. "There's been men convicted
of serious crimes on less evidence than a gold pin. That's a school
emblem, an' I know it!"
"True enough," agreed the head master.
"Then I ask you to say who owns it?" demanded the incensed farmer.
"That I cannot say," was the cool answer. "This is not a class pin--it
is a hall emblem--that is, any lad in the school is entitled to wear
it, and nearly every one does."
"Then call the roll, an' find out who's lost his pin!" suggested Mr.
Appleby eagerly. "That's an easy way to find out."
"I shall do nothing of the sort!" answered the doctor firmly.
"Then I'll go t' law about it. I tell you, Doctor Meredith, that pin
was picked up near the stack before the hay was found t' be on fire.
It belongs to one of your students, an' I demand an investigation."
"Well, you may demand as much as you please, Mr. Applesauce----"
"Appleby's my name--Jed Appleby."
"Very well, Mr. Appleby. You may demand as much as you please, but I
shall not inflict an accusation on any of my students in general, and
certainly on none in particular, on such flimsy evidence as this. Here
is the pin, you may advertise it if you like."
"Huh! Yes, an' d' ye s'pose th' owner would claim it? Not much. I
don't want th' pin. It ain't mine. But I want t' know who sot that
fire, an' I'm goin' t' find out! One of my men seen a school lad near
the hay early in th' evenin', I tell ye!"
"Can he identify him?" asked the doctor.
"No, I don't know as he kin. It was dark, an'----"
"That will do," interrupted the head master. "I am afraid I have no
more time to listen to you. Good day. I shall keep the pin, since you
refuse to take it," and the doctor, with a curt nod to the farmer, and
a smile at the lads, passed on.
For a moment Tom and his chums stood looking at the somewhat bewildered
farmer, and then Tom spoke.
"You've got a lot of nerve!" he said cuttingly.
"I should say so," added Bert.
"The worst ever," added Jack. "After we help you put out the fire, and
practically saved your barns and horses, you come and make trouble like
this. You're a peach, you are!"
"Don't you give me none of your back talk!" snapped Mr. Appleby. "I
know what I'm doin'."
"Yes, and I suppose you did when you charged us ten dollars for a
little corn," said Tom.
"That's all right," replied the farmer, doggedly. "I'll find out who
sot that fire, and I'll have th' law on 'em, student or no student.
An' I'll find out who lost that pin."
"Good luck to you!" called Bert sarcastically.
"Maybe you lost it yourself," said the farmer quickly. "Will you show
me your pin, an' will you swear you wasn't away from the school early
in th' evenin' of the fire? Will you?"
"I sure will!" exclaimed Bert, "and here's my pin," and he showed where
it was fastened on his sweater that he used to throw over his broad
shoulders when resting from football practice.
"Where's yours?" demanded Mr. Appleby, turning to Tom and Jack.
Bert, who was looking at Tom, fancied he saw a start on the part of his
chum. There was just the suggestion of a flush under the tan of his
cheeks, and then he answered:
"It's in my room probably. I don't wear it all the while."
"Neither do I," added Jack quickly. "I haven't mine on. Maybe I lost
it."
"Why, Jack!" began Bert. "I saw your pin on you this af------"
He subsided quickly, for, as Tom turned aside Jack administered a swift
kick to Bert, at the same time hissing into his ear: "Shut up, you
chump! Why do you want to bother answering a fellow like him?"
"Oh--er--all right," stammered Bert, and he looked from Jack to Tom,
wonderingly.
"All right. You may think you're smart, but you'll find that th' law's
smarter than any of ye!" threatened the farmer, as he turned aside with
a scowl.
"Nice sort of chap--not," murmured Tom, as he strode on, his companions
hurrying to catch up to him.
"I should say so," agreed Jack. "Why, any fellow might lose his
pin--not necessarily at Appleby's hay stacks--and that, in his eyes,
would make him guilty. I don't even know where my school pin is at
this moment."
Once more Bert looked at Jack, and he wondered much, for he was sure he
had seen Jack's pin gleaming on his sweater a short time before the
farmer appeared, and yet now Jack said he did not have it.
"It's too much for me!" murmured Bert. He was not much given to
solving puzzles, and this one was beyond him. Why had Jack pretended
not to have his pin, when all the while Bert was sure he had seen it?
Could it be that------?
"Oh, pshaw!" exclaimed Bert, to himself. "I'm not going to get into
deep water over this. I'll wait and see what happens."
And, though he did not know it, much was to happen soon.
It was soon noised about the college that Farmer Appleby had made a
"crack" about his hay fire, and great was the indignation of the lads.
"After what we did for him, he ought to be glad enough to keep quiet,
if we burned half a dozen stacks!" exclaimed Reddy Burke, the genial
Irish lad. "Sure and it's meself would tell him that same if I got a
chance," Reddy always lapsed into the idioms of his forebears when he
grew excited.
"Oh, it isn't worth bothering about," declared Bruce Bennington.
"Appleby is naturally sore at losing some of his crops, for he's a
regular miser. I know him of old. Every time something happened on
his farm he always complained that we boys did it or had a hand in it."
"And did you?" asked Tom.
"Sometimes, but oftener not. Don't let it worry you. He's only
looking for money. I'll wager if he was to be paid for his hay, and if
he knew who set fire to it--if any one did--he'd keep quiet and
compound the felony. Forget it."
It was about two weeks later, just prior to the first match football
game of the season, that Bert and Jack, coming in from practice which
Tom had left earlier because of a slight injury to his shoulder, found
their chum busy with bottles and test tubes in their room.
"Whew! What a smell!" cried Jack, as he opened the door. "What in the
world be you a doin' of, Tommy, my boy?"
"Oh, working out some physics problems. I'm a bit back in my work."
"Noble youth! I ought to be doing the same thing. My! but I'm dry.
Got any ice water? What's this?" and Jack caught up a glass filled
with a colorless liquid.
"Here! Drop that!" cried Tom, quickly. "That's had cyanide of
potassium in. There may be some in it yet. If you want to go to an
early grave, taste it."
"Not on your life!" gasped Jack, a bit white. "But you shouldn't leave
such stuff around carelessly, Tom."
"I didn't intend to. I didn't think you fellows would be back so soon.
I'm just cleaning up. I'm done now. How did practice go after I left?"
"Oh, we shoved the scrub all over, and made two more touchdowns. Say,
though, I hope you can play Saturday," and Jack looked anxiously at Tom.
"Oh, sure I can play. I just didn't want to get laid up, and that's
why I pulled out. I'll play all right."
The Elmwood regular eleven was being whipped into good shape by captain
and coach, and to their delight our three friends were promised places
for the first match game of the season.
It was a night or two before the game when Jack, who had been to town,
came back with an evening paper.
"I say!" he exclaimed, looking it over before the summons to supper,
"here's more trouble for our friend Appleby."
"What is it?" asked Tom quickly, looking up from a book.
"Why, it seems all his horses were poisoned night before last, all six
of 'em. And they found traces of a white powder in the mangers this
morning."
"Really?" cried Bert.
"Sure. Here's a long piece in the paper about it."
"Are they dead?" asked Tom.
"No, but it says it's doubtful if they'll get better. I say, I s'pose
he'll make another row now, and charge some of us fellows with doing
it," and Jack pored over the item.
"Why will he?" asked Tom.
"Because--Oh, just on general principles I fancy. Or he may find
another school pin. I guess I'll put mine in a safe deposit box--when
I find it," and Jack laughed, but there was no mirth in his voice.
"When you find it," repeated Bert. "Why--er--I thought you------"
Again he subsided, as Jack kicked him under the table, and an
embarrassing pause was broken by the ringing of the supper gong.