"Bob allowed that the Fort boat was huntin' MEN--deserters, I reckon," said Jim aggrievedly."Wanted me to believe that he SAW one on the Marsh hidin'.On'y an Injin lie, I reckon, to git a little extra fire- water, for toting me out to the bresh on a fool's errand.""Oh, THAT'S where you went!" said Maggie, addressing the fire."Since when hev you tuk partnership with the Guv'nment and Kernel Preston to hunt up and take keer of their property?""Well, I ain't goin' to hev such wreckage as they pick up and enlist set adrift on our marshes, Mag," said Jim decidedly.
"What would you hev done had you ketched him?" said Maggie, looking suddenly into her brother's face.
"Given him a dose of snipe-shot that he'd remember, and be thankful it wasn't slugs," said Jim promptly.Observing a deeper seriousness in her attitude, he added, "Why, if it was in war-time he'd get a BALL from themsodgers on sight."
"Yes; but YOU ain't got no call to interfere," said Maggie.
"Ain't I? Why, he's no better than an outlaw.I ain't sure that he hasn't been stealin' or killin' somebody over theer.""Not that man!" said Maggie impulsively.
"Not what man?" said her brother, facing her quickly.
"Why," returned Maggie, repairing her indiscretion with feminine dexterity, "not ANY man who might have knocked you and me over on the marshes in the dusk, and grabbed our guns.""Wish he'd hev tried it," said the brother, with a superior smile, but a quickly rising color. "Where d'ye suppose I'D hev been all the while?"Maggie saw her mistake, and for the first time in her life resolved to keep a secret from her brother--overnight."Supper's gettin' cold," she said, rising.
They went into the dining-room--an apartment as plainly furnished as the one they had quitted, but in its shelves, cupboards, and closely fitting boarding bearing out the general nautical suggestion of the house--and seated themselves before a small table on which their frugal meal was spread.In this tete-a-tete position Jim suddenly laid down his knife and fork and stared at his sister.
"Hello!"
"What's the matter?" said Maggie, starting slightly."How you do skeer one.""Who's been prinkin', eh?"
"My ha'r was in kinks all along o' that hat," said Maggie, with a return of higher color, "and I had to straighten it. It's a boy's hat, not a girl's."But that necktie and that gown--and all those frills and tuckers?" continued Jim generalizing, with a rapid twirling of his fingers over her."Are you expectin' Judge Martin, or the Expressman this evening?"Judge Martin was the lawyer of Logport, who had proven her father's will, and had since raved about his single interview with the Kingfisher's beautiful daughter; the Expressman was a young fellow who was popularly supposed to have left his heart while delivering another valuable package on Maggie in person, and had "never been the same man since."It was a well-worn fraternal pleasantry that had done duty many a winter's evening, as a happy combination of moral admonition and cheerfulness.Maggie usually paid it the tribute of a quick little laugh and a sisterly pinch, but that evening those marks of approbation were withheld.
"Jim dear," said she, when their Spartan repast was concluded and they were reestablished before the living-room fire."What was it the Redwood Mill Kempany offered you for that piece near Dead Man's Slough?"Jim took his pipe from his lips long enough to say, "Ten thousand dollars," and put it back again.
"And what do ye kalkilate all our property, letting alone this yer house, and the driftwood front, is worth all together?""Includin' wot the Gov'nment owes us?--for that's all ours, ye know?" said Jim quickly.
"No--leavin' that out--jest for greens, you know," suggested Maggie."Well nigh onter a hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars, I reckon,by and large."
"That's a heap o' money, Jim! I reckon old Kernel Preston wouldn't raise that in a hundred years," continued Maggie, warming her knees by the fire.
"In five million years," said Jim, promptly sweeping away further discussion.After a pause he added, "You and me, Mag, kin see anybody's pile, and go 'em fifty thousand better."There were a few moments of complete silence, in which Maggie smoothed her knees, and Jim's pipe, which seemed to have become gorged and apoplectic with its owner's wealth, snored unctuously.
"Jim dear, what if--it's on'y an idea of mine, you know--what if you sold that piece to the Redwood Mill, and we jest tuk that money and--and--and jest lifted the ha'r offer them folks at Logport? Jest astonished 'em! Jest tuk the best rooms in that new hotel, got a hoss and buggy, dressed ourselves, you and me, fit to kill, and made them Fort people take a back seat in the Lord's Tabernacle, oncet for all.You see what I mean, Jim," she said hastily, as her brother seemed to be succumbing, like his pipe, in apoplectic astonishment, "jest on'y to SHOW 'em what we COULD do ifwe keerd.Lord! when we done it and spent the money we'd jest snap our fingers and skip back yer ez nat'ral ez life! Ye don't think, Jim," she said, suddenly turning half fiercely upon him, "that I'd allow to LIVE among 'em--to stay a menet after that!"Jim laid down his pipe and gazed at his sister with stony deliberation."And--what--do--you--kalkilate--to make by all that?" he said with scornful distinctness.
"Why, jest to show 'em we HAVE got money, and could buy 'em all up if we wanted to," returned Maggie, sticking boldly to her guns, albeit with a vague conviction that her fire was weakened through elevation, and somewhat alarmed at the deliberation of the enemy.
