CHAPTER XXI

HOW IT WAS DONE

The attempt to rob the safe in the Beartown post office was accompanied

by more than one unique incident. Chief among these was the cowardice

exhibited by two of the three members who composed the little band of

lawbreakers.

It has been shown that the full-grown man with a big mustache acted as a

lookout at the front, which is perhaps the safest post for a criminal in

such circumstances, since he has a good chance to get away on the first

approach of danger. A second lookout was placed at the rear.

After-developments showed that the trio was headed by Kit Woodford, the

adult member, who had led a life of crime since boyhood and had served a

term in prison. He would have been more successful as a criminal except

for his rank cowardice which caused him to be despised and cast out by

several gangs with which he sought to connect himself.

The other two burglars were Orestes Noxon and Graff Miller, neither of

whom had reached his majority by more than two years. It was Miller who

took his station at the rear, where on the first sign of something amiss

he sneaked off without giving the signal which would have warned Noxon in

time to flee unharmed. In his way, he was as lacking in personal courage

as Kit Woodford. The latter held his place until the racket caused by

Mike Murphy's tumble downstairs apprised him that things were not going

right. He ventured upon a single timid whistle, which no one else heard,

and then slunk down the road, hugging the shadows and intent only on

saving his own bacon.

How was it that young Noxon was assigned the most perilous task of all,

when in reality he was the youngest of the three? It was due to a

peculiar skill which neither of the others possessed. He proved more than

once that he could take position in front of an ordinary safe--not the

most modern kind--and by a wonderfully deft manipulation of the knob

which governed the combination tell by the fall of the tumblers just when

the index struck the right numerals. He demonstrated this power many

times when all others who made the trial failed. He asked simply to be

left undisturbed with his ear against the steel door as he turned the

knob with infinite delicacy. He was proud of his ability in this respect,

and when Kit Woodford gave him the post of peril he accepted it as a

compliment and eagerly essayed the task.

Although there is no evidence on the point, it is quite sure that Kit

Woodford, whose chief business was to spy out the land, knew that several

wealthy citizens of Beartown made a practice of leaving large deposits

with Mrs. Friestone overnight or for several nights and days. It is not

to be supposed that Woodford would rob so insignificant a post office for

the small booty that belonged to the government. Quite likely he was

aware of the large sum left with her on the afternoon before.

But Mike Murphy's original style of descending the back stairs brought

the schemes of the criminals to naught, and saved the safe from

spoliation. I have told how the three criminals scattered to as many

different points of the compass. They could not have come together again

had not previous provision been made for such emergencies. The leader,

having shaken himself clear of the village, turned into the wood and

picked his way toward the river. He was to the north, however, while the

other lookout, Miller, was to the south, and neither knew how far apart

they were.

There seemed little risk in signalling, and after Woodford had gone half

way to the river he paused among the shadows and listened. He had been

startled by the report of the gun, but everything was now still. Placing

his thumb and forefinger between his lips, he emitted a sharp, tremulous

whistle, which was instantly answered by a similar call from some point

not far off. A few minutes later he and Miller, after a few precautions,

came together among the shadows.

"I knew you would be somewhere in the neighborhood," was the young man's

explanation, "and I was listening for your signal."

"Well," growled the elder, "Noxon made a mess of it to-night."

"It looks that way."

"Do you know what happened? Did you see anything?"

"I saw him dash out from the rear of that store with someone chasing him

with a loaded gun."

"That must have been what we heard a little while ago. Looks as if they

got Nox."

"Shouldn't be surprised," remarked the other indifferently.

"He oughter managed things better. How was it you didn't warn him?"

"I did; I whistled twice the instant I saw his danger, and ran the risk

of getting it in the neck myself," was the unblushing response of the

youth.

"I don't see that there's anything we can do for him. He got himself in a

hole through his own foolishness and must pull himself out. My motto when

a gang gets into trouble is that every one must look out for himself and

the devil take the hindmost."

"I say, Kit," said Miller, lowering his voice as if fearful of being

overheard, "do you think they'll get Nox?"

"Haven't a doubt of it."

"I say, do you think there's any danger of his squealing, that is, if he

hasn't been killed?"

"Naw," was the disgusted reply. "Nox is game--true blue; you can bet on

him till the cows come home."

Which was more than Nox could say about his two pals.

Kit Woodford may have spoken with confidence, but he was not as free from

misgivings as he would have it appear. He could not feel sure of their

missing companion. If the report which they had heard did not mean that

he had been slain, his capture looked certain, and there was no saying

what he might do to secure leniency. Kit knew what _he_ would do in a

similar situation.

"Well, come on," he growled. "We're in tough luck to-night."

And the two pushed their way among the trees in the direction of the

river.

Meantime, matters remained interesting at the home of Widow Friestone.

The words of young Jim Buxton told a graphic story which made even Nora

laugh and forget for the time the frightful excitement they had passed

through. When the merriment had partly subsided, Mike drew one of his

remaining two quarters from his pocket and handed it to Nora.

"Will ye do me the kindness to presint that to Jim when he comes to the

store in the morning to set the table on the front porch?"

"What's that for?" asked the puzzled girl.

"For the gayety he imparted to this gloomy avening. I don't know as ye

need say that to him, for he wouldn't understand what ye meant until

after three or four years of hard thought. But he's airned it, and ye'll

not forgit."

She laid the coin aside and assured the donor that his wishes should be

carried out.

Chester spoke:

"It seems to me we are throwing away time. It is past midnight and here

we sit talking, and doing nothing because there seems nothing to do. What

do you think, Alvin?"

"You are right. This business doesn't seem to have stirred up the town. I

don't suppose anyone knows what has happened except Mr. Buxton and his

family, and I don't think he will tell the particulars himself."

"That can be lift to Jim," said Mike, "onless his dad imprisses upon him

that it won't be healthy for him to talk too freely wid his mouth

regarding the sarcus he obsarved this avening."

"The lookout in front ran off at the first sign of danger, and if there

was a second one he ran too. It will be a long time before any member of

that party pays Beartown a second visit."

Alvin now made known the fear in his mind--a fear that was shared by

Chester. The _Deerfoot_ was lying against the bank in Back River exposed

to any injury which these criminals might choose to inflict by way of

revenge. He proposed that the mother and daughter, after refastening the

window and locking up, should retire to their beds, while the boys

returned to the launch to make sure no harm befell it.

This course was only the commonest prudence, but the hostess and her

daughter were clearly so nervous over being left alone for the remainder

of the night that Alvin regretted his proposal. Nora especially did not

try to hide her distress.

"Never mind," Alvin made haste to say, "we will wait till morning. You

have been so kind that we cannot willingly cause you a moment's pain."

"May I make a suggistion?" asked Mike, speaking so seriously that all

knew he was about to say something worth while.

"I know he's going to tell us the right thing," said Nora.

"How could I do itherwise wid yer bright eyes cheering me?" he asked,

with his expansive grin. "The same is this: Do ye two spalpeens go down

to the launch and stay there till morning while I remain behind wid the

misthress and sweet Nora, and keep off the burglars wid that same gun

that sarved me so well."

Only Alvin and Chester knew the chivalry of this proposal. Mike regretted

keenly the separation from them, even though it promised to be for only a

few hours.

"That is asking too much," said the widow, though her countenance

brightened with pleasure.

"How can the same be asking too much whin ye haven't asked it?"

Nora clapped her hands.

"I can't hilp it if she looks upon mesilf as worth the two of ye," said

Mike, with an assumption of dignity that deceived no one.

"It is good on your part, Mike," said Alvin. "I feel as if we ought to

give attention to the boat, and you may as well stay here. We'll wait for

you in the morning."

"Don't feel obleeged to do the same. Something may turn up that may cause

ye to hurry off. If it be so, don't tarry a minute for me."

"Possibly you may prove right, but we shall hate to leave you behind."

"Ye may do so foriver, so long as I have such quarters as these."

With this understanding, the friends parted, no one dreaming of what was

to befall them before all met again.

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