HOME AGAIN
After all it was a sort of lark to be off duty and go bumming
around the fairgrounds without a single thing to worry about
except where the formula was. Certainly if the Wolf had it, it
had gone off for a little airing, because as the boys came out of
the Colonel's office they saw Captain DuChassis being driven out
of the fairgrounds in an automobile. They could scarcely give
chase, and they had been left out of the raid that was planned.
So there was nothing for them to do but chase around and see
things, and the sun was setting when the boys turned into the
walk leading under the double row of fir trees, up to their
house. Home, not seen for four days, looked good to the Potter
twins. The dining room was lighted, and their father sat reading
the evening paper. Mrs. Potter was "dishin' up." She made swift
journeys to the kitchen, and returned each time with both hands
full of steaming dishes. The boys took a look, and made a dash
for the door.
The Colonel had talked wisely and well. Porky attacked his
father from the rear, and strangled him in a bear's hug, knocking
off his glasses.
Beany had his mother round the neck too, but not so roughly.
He kissed her hurriedly on the ear and then on the check and
lips. Then he released her as Porky came bolting around the
table. Mr. Potter, grinning with happiness, was feeling on the
floor for his glasses; Mrs. Potter's eyes bright with joy.
"Why, how you do take on! Dear me suz!"
"Gee, but it's good to get home!" said the twins together. Porky
went back and sat on the arm of his father's chair. Beany
followed his mother into the kitchen. She had hurried out to
wipe her eyes.
"Didn't think we'd be home, did you, mom?" asked Beany,
pretending to look in the sugar bowl.
"I kind of plotted on it," said Mrs. Potter. "I felt like it was
a good thing to be on the safe side." She opened a tin box, and
drew forth a cake, a glorious large, dark, chocolate layer cake.
"Well, what's the news?" asked Porky presently at the table
helping himself to more fried chicken and potatoes and parsnips
and honey.
"Yes, what has happened?" echoed Beany, taking a portion of the
chicken and potatoes, and parsnips, and adding mustard pickle,
and preserved watermelon rind and jam. "Must be something has
happened."
"Yes," said Pop Potter, smiling. "You bin away all of four days.
Long enough for everybody round here to breathe easy for once!"
"Well, things does happen!" said Mrs. Potter. "I saw the Land
boy the other day, and if he ain't drafted!"
"Yes, and what think she says?" Pop Potter exclaimed. "She says,
'So you're drafted? Well, well, ain't you sorry just for your
own face, that you didn't enlist?'"
"Well, I so felt!" Mom Potter defended herself. "Dear me, suz, if
you boys had to be drug--well, I dunno what I'd do!"
"Good for you, mom!" said Porky. "I knew you had the spunk. We
will be in it somehow ruther, if they don't stick us in school."
"How's that?" asked Mr. Potter.
The boys proceeded to explain. Mom and Pop, Potter looked slyly
at each other. "Education is a great thing," said Pop Potter,
filling his pipe. "I must say--"
"Why, dear me suz!" said mom flutteringly. "School and college!
Land sakes! You could both be ministers!"
"NO!" cried the twins, savagely attacking elderberry pie and the
cake. "Don't you think it!"
"It's real respectable," said Pop Potter, winking at the boys
when Mom Potter wasn't looking. "And think of all the church
suppers durin' the course of the year!"
"No Potter's ever been in the pulpit," said Mom dreamily.
"Yes, there was," corrected pop, "I was there myself oncet. I
grained it golden oak; and if I do say it, 'twas a neat job."
"My land, you know what I mean!" said mom, quite testily for her.
"It's worth tryin' for, anyhow."
"Well, we'll hope for the best," said Beany.
"Pirates?" asked pop.
"No, detectives" said Porky. "But often are not certain. We
maybe all right yet."
"I suppose they, will get the spies to-night," said Beany, "and when
they get them, I hope they get the formula too. Say, how is Lester
anyway?"
"He's come to himself," said mom, "but dear me suz! He don't
know no more what's gone by. He knows his father and sister and
Wugs, because they told him who they was; but he just has clean
forgot such a thing as acids or gases or any of that. He don't
care about anything but the cat.
"The cat?" said the boys.
"Yes, a young cat that plays with a string most all day; and he
seems to think it's a great joke."
"Gee that's awful! I think we better start early enough to go
over there a minute," said Porky sadly.
"Don't go yet awhile, boys," said Mrs. Potter, bustling round to
clear the table. The boys got up and helped her. "Pop and I
have been reel lonesome without you."
"We will be home Saturday afternoon," said Beany. "And I do
think we had better go pretty soon. I think we'd better take
that paper over to Colonel Bright. Don't you think so, Porky?"
Porky put the paper in his breast pocket and buttoned the flap.
"We'll be home for good now, before you know it," said Beany.
"Mr. Leffingwell says we are to return to his apartments to stay
the rest of the nights. He has a swell place in town. So we are
to go as far as Mr. Leffingwell's in the Colonel's car when he
goes home. Some class to us, don't you say so, mom? Guess we'd
better hike, folkses," he said. "Bye!"
The boys started for the door, then turned and gave Pop Potter
another bear hug, and kissed their mother with a tenderness that
seemed to deepen with every caress.
"Seems like it does 'em good to go off," said pop huskily.
"I won't say that," said mom loyally. "They was always the
nicest boys I ever did see if they was mine; but they do seem
sort of different. Sort of lovin'er, like they was when they was
little. I can't say, Ben, that I ain't missed it. Seems real
pleasant to have 'em let on how much they think. It makes me
feel reel good. Dear me suz!" said Mrs. Potter simply. She took
up her sewing and sat busily working. Once in awhile she hummed
a little tune.
Pop Potter watched her slyly over his paper, but said nothing.
The canary bird, however, hanging in Mrs. Potter's bedroom window
where he was supposed to bask in the afternoon sun, could have
told that Pop Potter awkwardly kissed Mom Potter good-night,
something he had not done for years. And in the darkness Mom
Potter was far too happy to sleep, and in the fullness of her joy
lay there inventing cakes of such size and creaminess and
lightness that the like was never seen.
Asa too had had his lesson. The barking collie had foretold his
arrival, and when his mother and three sisters, each as pale and
thin as himself, appeared in the door, he managed to kiss them
all. It was such an amazing thing to have happen that a silence
immediately fell, while two of the girls hastily wiped off their
cheeks. A look of happiness dawned through the surprise on
however, his mother's face, and she shyly kept her hand on Asa's
knobby shoulder as he entered the house. Asa was the center of
attraction at the supper table where he ran the Potter twins a
close second in the amount he ate. The girls, perfectly silent,
sat staring at him round-eyed; and his father, it larger edition
of himself, listened or asked short questions.
When the Potter twins whistled outside, Asa shook hands solemnly
with his father, and resolutely kissed the sisters and his mother
good-night. When he was out of hearing, and the barking collie
had returned to the doorstep, Mrs. Downe burst into sudden tears.
"What's up; what's up?" her husband demanded.
"Asy," she sobbed, "did you mind how he acted? It must be he's
had a call. They's been a hoot owl outside three nights now. I
do believe that's it! Asy's got a call from beyond!"
The three sisters began to cry.
"Puffickly ridiklus!" said Asa's father. "Purfickly ridiklus.
That hoot owl ain't got no grudge 'gainst Asa. He's got some new
Scout bee in his bunnit, I'll bet. Don't know but I like to see
a boy make of his wimmin folks, at that. It never looks soft to
me. Don't hurt no man."
He lifted the smallest girl to his knee. She looked frightened
but after a moment cuddled up to her father, and tucked a warm
little hand around his neck.
"Don't hurt no man," repeated Asa's father and held the little
girl so closely that she fell happily asleep; while Asa's mother,
working like a whirlwind, thought the night's work strangely
light, with the warmth of her only son's kiss on her check.
Asa went cantering down the hill to meet the Potters, and
together they strolled over to Wugs' house, that house of
unhappiness where the brightest, happiest member of the household
lay gazing at the sky or for hours playing with the kitten. He
did not know the boys, but when Wugs told him who they were, he
greeted them pleasantly enough.
It was very painful, and the boys slipped away as soon as they
could and, followed by Wugs, went down to the edge of the lawn,
and talked things over. Wugs could scarcely leave home at all.
He wanted to enlist; he was nearly old enough, and now that
Lester was sick, why, some one ought to help the country--some
Pomeroy. The boys agreed. But his dad and Elinor needed him,
too; so he supposed he would have to wait yet.
Porky, rolling around on the grass, felt the paper rustle in his
pocket.
"Here, Asy," he said. "You ought to be in on this. I'm going to
let you carry this paper. It is very important indeed."
Asa beamed, but as usual said nothing. It was fine to be in on
things. It made him feel important. He patted his pocket, and
sat straighter. The paper rustled, just as any paper would
rustle. Asa, listening, heard no warning in the sound.
Finishing their talk, Porky decided that it was getting very
late, and they boarded the next car passing. It was nearly
empty, and the boys dozed all the way to town. In fact, they
were so sleepy that the car had reached New York Central Station
before they roused themselves. They had been carried two blocks
too far.
"Well, we are here, anyway," said Beany, "and I'm going inside to
get a stick of gum."
"That's a good stunt," said Porky.
They ran up the steps and entered the great waiting-room. Asa
did not like gum, and, besides, Asa never liked to spend a penny.
He stood looking about him in the middle of the space in front of
the ticket office, while the twins went over to the
penny-in-the-slot machine.
And then it happened--
Asa, turning from his inspection of the ticket window, gazed at a
space over which hung a large sign "INFORMATION." A man who had
been talking turned and started toward Asa.
It was the Wolf.
Now when the Wolf, on his way to the station to enquire about
trains, had reached a certain dark corner just outside the city,
he had stopped long enough to do something by the aid of a
flashlight and a little packet. So when he walked into the
station his face was change. It was no longer long and lean and
smooth. His cheeks stuck out, and a long, heavy mustache covered
his mouth. But he could not hide his peculiar, slight limp, or
the cruel yellow eyes; and when Asa saw those eyes he knew them.
He tried to move; to slide out of the way. His one frantic
desire was to escape unnoticed. But the wildness of the boy's
stare caught the Wolf's eye. He looked at the boy carelessly,
then attentively as he saw that the boy recognized him. He too
recognized the boy as the one who had visited him in the
hospital.
He acted instantly. He stepped forward, and dropped a
steel-fingered hand on Asa's shoulder.
"One single word, and I'll kill you right here," muttered the
Wolf, and Asa felt that it was no idle threat.
Asa did not need to be spoken to again. All the wickedness, all
the blood-curdling threats that he had ever imagined, were in the
Wolf's touch on his collar. He was like a rabbit that suddenly
sees the white fangs of the hound close above him.
He was dumb with fright. He gave his captor one quaking look,
and obedient to the guiding hand, passed out the door into the
street. It was filled with people. The Wolf sought the most
crowded side and mingled with the throngs.
In the meantime Porky and Beany, having secured their
much-wished-for gum, a hard task on account of a penny jamming in
the slot, turned to join their friend.
"Where's old Asa? I bet he's having a fit," said Beany, chewing
comfortably.
"Look! Look!" said Beany suddenly, grasping his brother by the
arm. "There at the door!"
Porky looked. "That's Asa," he said. "Who's he going off with--
Beany, it's the Wolf!"