by Anonymous
CHAPTER VIII
GETTING SQUARE WITH SANDY
"Come Alice, help me carry this game into the house," said Bart when theexcitement over their arrival had quieted down a bit. His rabbits andthe turkey were on the sled with the camp stuff.
"Is that all the luck you had?" asked Mr. Keene, as he came out on theporch to greet his son. "Why I thought you'd come loaded down. We didn'tbuy anything for dinner, thinking you'd have enough."
Bart knew by his father's tone that he was only joking.
"We did have fine luck," the boy replied, and then he told about thewidow and how they had left her with plenty of food.
"Humph!" exclaimed Mr. Keene. "If you'd brought home any more game thanyou did, and hadn't left her some I'd make you go back to Mrs. Perrywithout your dinner. You did right, Bart. I'm glad to hear it."
Bart ate his Thanksgiving dinner with an appetite that astonished evenhimself. Jennie Smith remained, as the guest of Alice, and she keptthose about the table in lively mood, reciting bits of verse.
During the course of the meal Bart told of their trip, and more aboutthe widow.
"We didn't hardly know what to do when that blizzard came up," he said."Wonder if Jim went to meet us."
"No, he came here and said he was expected to be at the end of thecorduroy road for you," Mr. Keene explained. "I said I guessed you boyswould know what to do. Besides, it is doubtful if he could have gottenhis wagon through the drifts."
In the afternoon Bart's chums came over. Ned said he had spoken to hisfather about the Perry family, and Mr. Wilding was going to get Jane aplace to work. Mr. Keene expressed a wish to help the widow, andarrangements were made to see that she did not suffer any more for lackof food or clothing for herself and daughters. When the roads werebetter Mrs. Keene went to visit Mrs. Perry, and Jane secured a place ina store in Kirkville, so she could come home every night.
"Now if we could only find the widow's son for her we'd have that familyin pretty good shape," remarked Bart to his chums one morning early inDecember as they were on their way to school after the Thanksgivingholidays. "Accidentally we were able to do quite a lot for them, but I'dlike to do more."
"I'm glad Jane has a place," observed Fenn.
"Good thing it isn't in Darewell," said Frank.
"Why?" asked Fenn.
"Because you'd be hanging around the store where she was whenever youhad the chance, Stumpy, to see her home."
Frank did not dodge quickly enough to escape the snowball Fenn threw athim, and caught it on the head. But he laughed good-naturedly. It wasthe price for his joke and he was willing to pay it.
"Let's go skating this afternoon," suggested Bart. "The river edge isfine almost up to the Riffles."
"Good!" exclaimed Ned. "We'll have a race."
School was dismissed for the day at three o'clock and as soon as theywere out the boys hurried home for their skates. The weather was crispand cold, just right for a fine spin up the frozen stream.
The four chums were soon gliding over the smooth surface on which were anumber of other boys and girls enjoying the sport.
"We haven't room to expand here," said Bart, after they had skatedaround on the broad expanse of the river near the town. "Let's go up amile or two."
His chums agreed, and they were soon racing up the stream toward the"Riffles" a shallower place where, in summer, there was good fishing.
"Let's see who'll be first to the dead pine!" cried Bart, pointing to alightning-blasted tree on the river's edge about a mile up. All fourdashed off at top speed.
There was little difference in the ability of the boys when it came toskating. They were as much at home on the steel runners as they were onthe baseball diamond, and were speedy skaters. Forward they went,stooping over to avoid the wind resistance as much as possible, themetal of their skates singing merrily in the crisp winter air.
"Now for the last rush!" cried Bart, as he put on an extra burst ofspeed. His companions responded to the call, but Bart had a little thebest of them, and was first at the goal.
"I'll beat you going back!" cried Ned.
"Let's rest a while," suggested Frank. "What's that?"
The boys turned suddenly at the sound of loud shouting on the roadwhich, at this point, ran close to the river. It was someone trying tostop a team of horses, attached to a sleigh and, to judge by the noise,the animals were running away.
"Whoa! Whoa there!" cried the driver.
An instant later the team dashed from the road and came straight for theriver, the driver trying in vain to stop them.
"It's Sandy Merton!" exclaimed Bart.
Before the boys could say any more the horses had run out on the ice ofthe river, near the chums. Fortunately it was thick enough to bear theweight of the animals or it might have proved a disastrous runaway. Asit was, Sandy, in trying to stop the horses, lost one rein. He pulledsharply on the other and the steeds, obeying it, turned quickly to theleft. In an instant the sleigh, with its load of feed, in bags, wasoverturned on the ice and Sandy was spilled out.
"Quick! Grab the horses!" cried Bart, and the chums were soon at thebridles. But the animals appeared satisfied with the damage they haddone, and stood still. Sandy picked himself up, for he was not hurt,and came to the heads of the horses. He looked at the overturnedsleigh, with the bags of feed scattered on the ice, and murmured:
"I'll catch it for this."
"I rather guess he will," said Bart in a low tone, as the temper ofSilas Weatherby, for whom Sandy worked, was well known in that locality.
For a few moments Sandy stood surveying the scene. It looked as if itwould take several men to set matters right, even if the sleigh was notbroken. Then Sandy, with a sigh, set to work unhitching the horses. Heled them from the ice and tied them to a tree on shore. Then he beganmoving the bags of feed so as to get a clear place around the vehicle.The chums watched him for a few minutes. They were thinking, as no doubtSandy was, of that day when he had refused them a lift.
"It's a good chance to get square," murmured Bart to his companions. "Wecould sit down and watch him sweat over this, and laugh--but we won't!"he added quickly. "That isn't our way. We'll get square with Sandy byhelping him out in his trouble. That'll make him feel just as badly asif we sat and laughed at him."
It was an application of the Biblical injunction of heaping coals offire, but it is doubtful if the boys thought of it in that light.
"Come on!" cried Bart. He began to take off his skates, and his chumsfollowed his example. Then, to the great surprise of Sandy, they beganto help him move the bags away so they could get at the sled.
"Say--say--fellows--" began Sandy, as the thought of his own meanconduct, that day on the road, came to him. "Say--I don't deserve this.I'm--"
"You dry up!" commanded Bart.