CHAPTER VII.
THE STRANGE PASSENGER.
Robert, though not a professional fisherman, was not whollyinexperienced. This morning he was quite lucky, catching quite a finelot of fish--as much, indeed, as his mother and himself would require aweek to dispose of. However, he did not intend to carry them all home.It occurred to him that he could sell them at a market store in thevillage. Otherwise, he would not have cared to go on destroying life forno useful end.
Accordingly, on reaching the shore, he strung the fish and walkedhomeward, by way of the market. It was rather a heavy tug, for the fishhe had caught weighed at least fifty pounds.
Stepping into the store, he attracted the attention of the proprietor.
"That's a fine lot of fish you have there, Robert. What are you going todo with them?"
"I'm going to sell most of them to you, if I can."
"Are they just out of the water?"
"Yes; I have just brought them in."
"What do you want for them?"
"I don't know what is a fair price?"
"I'll give you two cents a pound for as many as you want to sell."
"All right," said our hero, with satisfaction. "I'll carry this onehome, and you can weigh the rest."
The rest proved to weigh forty-five pounds. The marketman handed Robertninety cents, which he pocketed with satisfaction.
"Shall you want some more to-morrow?" he asked.
"Yes, if you can let me have them earlier. But how is it you are not atthe factory?"
"I've lost my place."
"That's a pity."
"So I have plenty of time to work for you."
"I may be able to take considerable from you. I'm thinking of running acart to Brampton every morning, but I must have the fish by eighto'clock, or it'll be too late."
"I'll go out early in the morning, then."
"Very well; bring me what you have at that hour, and we'll strike atrade."
"I've got something to do pretty quick," thought Robert, withsatisfaction. "It was a lucky thought asking Will Paine for his boat.I'm sorry he's going away, but it happens just right for me."
Mrs. Rushton was sitting at her work, in rather a disconsolate frame ofmind. The more she thought of Robert's losing his place, the moreunfortunate it seemed. She could not be expected to be as sanguine andhopeful as our hero, who was blessed with strong hands and a fund ofenergy and self-reliance which he inherited from his father. His mother,on the other hand, was delicate and nervous, and apt to look on the darkside of things. But, notwithstanding this, she was a good mother, andRobert loved her.
Nothing had been heard for some time but the drowsy ticking of theclock, when a noise was heard at the door, and Robert entered the room,bringing the fish he had reserved.
"You see, mother, we are not likely to starve," he said.
"That's a fine, large fish," said his mother.
"Yes; it'll be enough for two meals. Didn't I tell you, mother, I wouldfind something to do?"
"True, Robert," said his mother, dubiously; "but we shall get tired offish if we have it every day."
Robert laughed.
"Six days in the week will do for fish, mother," he said. "I think weshall be able to afford something else Sunday."
"Of course, fish is better than nothing," said his mother, whounderstood him literally; "and I suppose we ought to be thankful to getthat."
"You don't look very much pleased at the prospect of fish six times aweek," said Robert, laughing again. "On the whole, I think it will bebetter to say twice."
"But what will we do other days, Robert?"
"What we have always done, mother--eat something else. But I won't keepyou longer in suspense. Did you think this was the only fish I caught?"
"Yes, I thought so."
"I sold forty-five pounds on the way to Minturn, at his marketstore--forty-five pounds, at two cents a pound. What do you think ofthat?"
"Do you mean that you have earned ninety cents to-day, Robert?"
"Yes; and here's the money."
"That's much better than I expected," said Mrs. Rushton, looking severaldegrees more I cheerful.
"I don't expect to do as well as that every day, mother, but I don'tbelieve we'll starve. Minturn has engaged me to supply him with fishevery day, only some days the fishes won't feel like coming out of thewater. Then, I forgot to tell you, I'm to have Will Paine's boat fornothing. He's going to boarding school, and has asked me to take care ofit for him."
"You are fortunate, Robert."
"I am hungry, too, mother. Those two sandwiches didn't go a great ways.So, if you can just as well as not have supper earlier, it would suitme."
"I'll put on the teakettle at once, Robert," said his mother, rising."Would you like some of the fish for supper?"
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble."
"Surely not, Robert."
The usual supper hour was at five in this country household, but alittle after four the table was set, and mother and son sat down to ameal which both enjoyed. The fish proved to be excellent, and Robertenjoyed it the more, first, because he had caught it himself, and nextbecause he felt that his independent stand at the factory, though it hadlost him his place, was not likely to subject his mother to theprivations he had feared.
"I'll take another piece of fish, mother," said Robert, passing hisplate. "I think, on the whole, I shan't be obliged to learn to braidstraw."
"No; you can do better at fishing."
"Only," added Robert, with mock seriousness, "we might change worksometimes, mother; I will stay at home and braid straw, and you can goout fishing."
"I am afraid I should make a poor hand at it," said Mrs. Rushton,smiling.
"If Halbert Davis could look in upon us just now, he would bedisappointed to find us so cheerful after my losing my place at factory.However, I've disappointed him in another way."
"How is that?"
"He expected Will Paine would lend him his boat while he was gone, but,instead of that, he finds it promised to me."
"I am afraid he is not a very kind-hearted boy."
"That's drawing it altogether too mild, mother. He's the meanest fellowI ever met. However, I won't talk about him any more, or it'll spoil myappetite."
On the next two mornings Robert went out at five o'clock, in order toget home in time for the market-wagon. He met with fair luck, but not asgood as on the first day. Taking the two mornings together, he capturedand sold seventy pounds of fish, which, as the price remained the same,brought him in a dollar and forty cents. This was not equal to his wagesat the factory; still, he had the greater part of the day to himself,only, unfortunately, he had no way of turning his time profitably toaccount, or, at least, none had thus far occurred to him.
On the morning succeeding he was out of luck. He caught but two fish,and they were so small that he decided not to offer them for sale.
"If I don't do better than this," he reflected, "I shan't make very goodwages. The fish seem to be getting afraid of me."
He paddled about, idly, a few rods from the shore, having drawn up hisline and hook.
All at once, he heard a voice hailing him from the river bank:
"Boat ahoy!"
"Hallo!" answered Robert, lifting his eyes, and seeing who called him.
"Can you set me across the river?"
"Yes, sir."
"Bring in your boat, then, and I'll jump aboard. I'll pay you for yourtrouble."
Robert did as requested, with alacrity. He was very glad to earn moneyin this way, since it seemed he was to have no fish to dispose of. Hequickly turned the boat to the shore, and the stranger jumped on board.He was a man of rather more than the average height, with a slight limpin his gait, in a rough suit of clothes, his head being surmounted by afelt hat considerably the worse for wear. There was a scar on onecheek, and, altogether, he was not very prepossessing in his appearance.Robert noted all this in a rapid glance, but it made no particularimpression upon him at the moment.
He cared very little how the strangerlooked, as long as he had money enough to pay his fare.
"It's about a mile across the river, isn't it?" asked the stranger.
"About that here. Where do you want to go?"
"Straight across. There's an old man named Nichols lives on the otherside, isn't there?"
"Yes; he lives by himself."
"Somebody told me so. He's rich, isn't he?" asked the stranger,carelessly.
"So people say; but he doesn't show it in his dress or way of living."
"A miser, I suppose?"
"Yes."
"What does he do with his money?"
"I only know what people say."
"And what do they say?"
"That he is afraid to trust banks, and hides his money in the earth."
"That kind of bank don't pay very good interest," said the stranger,laughing.
"No; but it isn't likely to break."
"Here? boy, give me one of the oars. I'm used to rowing, and I'll helpyou a little."
Robert yielded one of the oars to his companion, who evidentlyunderstood rowing quite as well as he professed to. Our hero, thoughstrong-armed, had hard work to keep up with him.
"Look out, boy, or I'll turn you round," he said.
"You are stronger than I am."
"And more used to rowing; but I'll suit myself to you."
A few minutes brought them to the other shore. The passenger jumpedashore, first handing a silver half-dollar to our hero, who was wellsatisfied with his fee.
Robert sat idly in his boat, and watched his late fare as with rapidsteps he left the river bank behind him.
"He's going to the old man's house," decided Robert. "I wonder whetherhe has any business with him?"