CHAPTER XIII
"HIGHER STILL!"
About eight o'clock that evening Bart came down to the express officecarrying a lunch basket and a blanket, as he had promised his erraticfriend, Mr. Baker.
The young express agent had spent a busy day, and the evening promisedto continue to furnish plenty for him to do.
He had the infinite pleasure of seeing his mother's face brighten upmagically, when he related sufficient to her of the day's experience tosatisfy her that the revenue from the express business was secure.
She had received some intimation of this from her husband's lips an hourprevious at the hospital, and said that Mr. Stirling was feelingrelieved and hopeful over the visit of the express superintendent, andthe prospects of Bart succeeding to his position.
Bart very much wished to visit his father at once, but Mrs. Stirlingsaid he had quieted for the night, was in no pain or mental distress,and it might not be wise to disturb him.
Bart told his mother something about the roustabout and their friendlyrelations, and the bottle of hot coffee, home-made biscuit sandwiches,and half a pie were put up for Bart's pensioner with willing andgrateful care.
Bart also took a shade lantern with him, and lighted it when he came tothe express office. He found the padlock loose.
He glanced over to the far dim end of the place. Baker had built aregular cross-corner barricade of packing boxes, man-high.
Bart set the lantern on the bench and approached the roustabout'shide-out.
"Are you there, Mr. Baker?" he inquired.
"Yes, I did just as you told me to do," came the reply, but the speakerdid not show himself.
"Well, here's a blanket. Can you make up a comfortable bed?"
"Oh, yes, I've got a broad board on a slant, and plenty of room."
Bart lifted over the lunch basket.
"There you are!" he said briskly--"now enjoy yourself, and don't take asingle care about anything. Have you made out that list of things youwant?"
"Yes, here it is," and Baker handed over a piece of paper inclosing theten-dollar bill.
"I'll attend to this promptly," said Bart. "Supposing I look it overright here? There may be some things you have noted down I want to askyou about."
"Maybe you'd better," assented Baker.
Bart sat down near the lantern. The bit of paper was covered with crudehandwriting, the same as that which had announced to him that afternoonthat the contents of the safe in the old express shed ruins were safe.
The list was not a very long one, but it was not easy to fill.
Baker gave the measurements of a very cheap cotton suit and the size ofa cap with a very deep peak. He also notated a green eye-shade, a pairof goggles, and the ingredients for making a dark brown face stain.
In addition to this he wanted a dark gray hair switch, and it was easyto discern that his main idea was to prepare an elaborate disguise.
"All right," reported Bart, as he finished reading the list. "I'll havethe things here just as early in the morning as I can get them. I'mgoing to put out the lantern, but I will then hand it over to you withsome matches. It has got a shade, and you can focus the rays so theywill not show outside. Here are a couple of magazines--I brought themfrom the house."
"You're mighty kind," said the refugee. "Hold on. I want to tell yousomething. Of course you think I'm acting strange. Some day, though, ifthings come out right, I'll explain to you, and you will say I did justright. There's another thing: you may think from my actions I am somedesperate character. I hope I may burn up right in this shed to-night ifI'm not telling the truth when I say to you that I never touched adishonored penny, never harmed a soul, never did a wrong thingknowingly."
"I have confidence in your word, Mr. Baker," said Bart simply.
"Thank you, I'll prove I deserve it yet," declared the strange man.
There was a spell of silence. Finally Bart decided to venture a questionon a theme he was very curious about.
"Do you know Colonel Jeptha Harrington?" he asked suddenly.
"Hoo--eh?"
He had startled Baker--his incoherent mutterings persuaded Bart ofthis.
"Don't you want to tell?" continued Bart. "All right, only it was youwho waved an arm at him from the freight car this afternoon, wasn't it,now?"
"Well, yes, it was," admitted Baker in a low tone.
"And you said something to him."
"Yes, I did. See here, I heard him calling you down and threatening you,for I slunk up to the shed here to see what he was up to. I'm interestedin him, I am, and so are others. When I got back in hiding I spoke out,I told him something--something that made his crabbed old soul wizen up,something that scared the daylights out of him. He had a brother, once.He's dead, now. I said something that made this old rascal think hisbrother's ghost had come back to earth to haunt him."
"How could you do that?" inquired Bart, very much interested.
"Because I had certain knowledge. Don't ask any further. It will allcome out, some day--the day I'm waiting and working for. You saw how hewas affected. Well, I threatened things that laid him out flat if hedared to so much as place a straw in your path."
"I understand, now," said Bart.
He waited for a minute or two, hoping Baker would divulge somethingfurther, but he did not do so, and Bart said good night, secured thepadlock on the outside, and left the place with a parting cheerydirection to his strange pensioner to sleep soundly and rest well.
The little ones were in bed when Bart got home, but his mother and thegirls were sitting on the porch. Pretty well tired out, Bart joinedthem, and they all sat watching the last of the display of fireworksover near the common.
"This has been a pretty dull Fourth for you, Bart," said his mothersympathizingly.
"It has been a very busy Fourth, mother," returned Bart cheerfully--"Imight say a very hopeful, happy Fourth. Except for the anxiety aboutfather, I think I should feel very grateful and contented."
A graceful rocket parted the air at a distance, followed by thedelighted shouts of juvenile spectators.
"Upward and onward," murmured Mrs. Stirling, placing a tender, lovinghand on Bart's shoulder.
A second rocket went whizzing up. It raced the other, outdistanced it,seemed bound for the furthest heights, never swerving from a true,straight line.
Then it broke grandly, sending a radiant glow across the clear, serenesky.
"That's my motto," said Bart, a touch of intense resolve in histones--"higher still!"
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