CHAPTER XXXIII.
ANOTHER PLOT.
"So he mastered Bucephalus," said James Grey, when alone with his son."He must be a splendid rider."
"I had no idea he was so used to horses," said Jasper. "He sat like arock, and did not seem in the least frightened."
"I begin to think he is more dangerous than I at first supposed. Did heappear to suspect anything when the horse began to behave badly?"
"I don't think he did."
"He may be surprised that we should give him that horse when we don'tride it ourselves."
"He doesn't know that. He asked me if I ever rode Bucephalus, and Itold him yes, but not often, as I preferred my own horse."
"That will do, if John doesn't undeceive him."
"John is a meddlesome fellow," said Jasper, in a tone of vexation. "Hetried to persuade him not to ride Bucephalus."
"John makes a fool of himself. I am afraid he will arouse Gilbert'ssuspicions. If he does, we must do what we can to allay them."
"What shall you do now, father?" inquired Jasper.
"I have not decided. When I have, I may not tell you."
"Why not?" asked Jasper, suspiciously.
"Not from any feeling of distrust, for we are both in the same boat,and equally interested in frustrating your cousin's designs. But it maybe necessary to resort to strong--perhaps forcible measures--and it maybe well that you should be kept in entire ignorance of them. It is aserious peril for both of us, this claim of Gilbert's, but more so toyou. I have already enjoyed the estate for a long time. In the courseof nature I have thirty-five years less of life to look forward to thanyou. Therefore your interest is greater than mine."
"All right, father. Whatever you think best I am ready to agree to; butif you need any help that I can give, just let me know."
"That shall be understood. Now, you had better go out and look for yourcousin. It is not best that John and he should be left to themselvestoo long."
Jasper went out into the stable-yards, but found that Gilbert hadalready gone into the house.
"That's a mighty foine lad, that Gilbert," said John.
"Yes, he's a clever fellow," responded Jasper, not veryenthusiastically.
"He's as smart as a steel-trap," said John, earnestly.
"I didn't know steel-traps were very smart," said Jasper,sarcastically.
He felt instinctively that John considered Gilbert smarter thanhimself, and his self-conceit was so great that this troubled him.
"Wait till you get into one," said John, laughing. "If you'd get yourlittle finger into one of them things, you'd find it was too smart forye."
"What did Gilbert have to say to you?"
But John was too smart to be pumped.
"Nothing much," he answered. "He says the ugly brute won't give no moretrouble."
"Do you think so yourself?"
"He won't trouble Mr. Gilbert."
"Will he trouble anybody else?"
"Maybe not. He's had a good lesson."
"I wonder whether Gilbert told him what I said," thought Jasper. Hedidn't like to ask, for, in so doing, he would betray himself. After alittle pause he walked back to the house; but he did not see Gilbertfor some time, for the latter was still in his chamber.
When they met at supper, Mr. Grey said:
"I ought to apologize to you, Gilbert, for trusting you to such ahorse; but he has never cut up such pranks before, and I did notrealize the danger to which I was exposing you. From what Jasper says,you must have been in peril."
"I suppose I should have been, sir, if I had not been so accustomed tohorses; but I have ridden a great deal, though I don't think I ever hadsuch a sharp contest before."
"You had better ride Sidney to-morrow--I don't want you to run any morerisk."
"Thank you, sir; but I am not afraid. Bucephalus has had a lesson, andwon't try to master me again. With your permission, I will try himagain, and hope to have him wholly subdued before I go."
"I shall be glad to have him subjugated, I confess, as it will greatlyenhance his value; but I don't want you to run any further risk."
"The danger is quite over, Mr. Grey."
This conversation, and the regret frankly expressed by his uncle, didconsiderable to put to rest the suspicion that had been excited inGilbert's mind. It did look strange, to be sure, that Jasper shouldhave made a false claim to have ridden Bucephalus, when he hadn't doneso; but possibly this was because he did not like to have it supposedthat he was inferior in courage or in horsemanship. At any rate, thoughnot quite satisfied, he felt that there might be an explanation.
The next morning the boys went out to ride once more. Bucephalusjustified Gilbert's prediction, and behaved as well as could beexpected. Once he made a start, but a sudden twitch of the reinsrecalled to his mind the defeat of the day before, and he quicklyrelapsed into obedience.
Meanwhile Mr. Grey paced the floor of his library, and thought deeply.To what means should he resort to avert the danger that menaced hisestate? He knew enough now of Gilbert to understand that he wasresolute and determined. He might be conciliated, but could not beintimidated while he felt that he was battling for his inheritedrights. Would it be worth while to conciliate him? Mr. Grey feared thathe would require the surrender of the major portion of the estate, andto this he was not willing to accede. While he was thus perplexed,Pompey made his appearance, and said:
"There's a man wants to see you, Mr. Grey."
"A man, or a gentleman?"
"A man. It's Hugh Trimble."
"Bring him up."
Some idea must have been started in Mr. Grey's mind, for his eyeslighted up with a gleam of exultation, and he muttered:
"The very thing. Why didn't I think of it before?"
Hugh Trimble shuffled into the room--a tall, shambling figure of a man,with a generally disreputable look. He was roughly dressed, andappeared like a social outlaw. He was a tenant of Mr. Grey's, living ona clearing just on the edge of a forest. He had a wife, but nochildren. She led a hard life, being subjected to ill usage from herhusband when, as was frequently the case, he was under the influence ofliquor.
Such was the man who entered the library, and evidently ill at ease onfinding himself in a room so unfitted to his habits, made a clumsysalutation.
"Well, Trimble," said Mr. Grey, with unusual cordiality, "how are yougetting on?"
"Bad enough," returned Trimble, "I haven't got no money for you."
"Have you been unlucky?"
"I'm always unlucky," growled Trimble, frowning. "I was born to badluck, I was."
"Perhaps your bad luck will leave you, after a time."
"I don't see no signs of that."
"Sit down," said Mr. Grey, with continued cordiality. "There's a chairnext to you."
Hugh Trimble seated himself cautiously on the edge of a chair, a littlesurprised at the unexpected attention he was receiving.
"I want to speak to you on an important subject."
"All right, sir," responded the backwoodsman, not without curiosity.
"You say you have been always unlucky?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you don't expect your luck to change, I think you said?"
"Not unless it becomes worse," grumbled Trimble.
"Would you consider it good luck if some one should pay you over athousand dollars?"
"Would I? I'd think myself a rich man." exclaimed Trimble. "But who's agoin' to do it?" he added, in a more subdued voice.
"I will, on certain conditions."
"You will give me a thousand dollars?" exclaimed the backwoodsman,opening wide his eyes in astonishment.
"On conditions."
"Name 'em."
"First, you must promise that what I tell you shall be kept secret."
Hugh Trimble made the promise.
Mr. Grey now rose and closed the door, which was partially open, and,drawing his chair near that of his visitor, conferred with him, in alow voice, for some twenty minutes. At the end of tha
t time hedismissed him with a parting injunction.
"Remember what I have told you, and, above all things, be secret."
When the visitor had departed, he stood with his back to the fire, andsmiled unpleasantly, as he repeated:
"I think it'll work--I think it'll work."